Infernal Artist

The drop of blood flowed down the corner of his eye.

His eyelashes fluttered and he opened his eyes blankly.

It's night outside.

It was dark and silent.

A gust of wind blew quietly, accompanied by a whisper:

"Fellow Taoist, your injuries are serious. Please be patient for a while. I will go and invite the adults."

At the end of the sentence, the voice faded away again.

He listened quietly, his face expressionless, his eyes looking in all directions.

Here is a temporary barracks, with seriously injured monks lying on high and low stretchers, occasionally moaning in pain.

I'm alive?

wrong.

The hexagram clearly shows that as long as I go to save the master, I will definitely die.

Where is the master?

besides--

How did I end up in this makeshift barracks?

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

He frowned slightly and turned to the left.

There was another stretcher on the left, with a burly martial monk lying on it.

The monk closed his eyes tightly, and his arms hung weakly beside the stretcher. Blood continued to flow along the snake-shaped tattoo on his arm, seeping through the wooden boards and dripping on the ground.

Judging from the injuries on the body of the martial arts monk, it was obvious that his heart was injured by the claws of the monster beast. Because the monster energy dispersed into his limbs and bones for too long, he was unable to recover.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Tick ​​tock.

Blood dripped continuously.

The breathing sound of the martial arts monk gradually disappeared.

--died.

Suddenly, life passed away.

Everything returns to silence.

He contemplated in the darkness.

Is the war over?

Who's winning?

It was said that he had been slapped to death by his master, so how could he still be alive?

etc--

He suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the martial arts monk again.

The martial arts monk lay there motionless.

He looked around again.

The camp is full of wounded soldiers.

Many people are dead, and some are still alive. They have more air coming out and less air coming in. It seems that they don't have much time left.

He looked back and forth at everything around him.

——Can I see with my eyes?

He seemed to remember something and quickly looked down, only to see that he had a pair of intact arms.

impossible.

Blindness and broken arms are all due to the innate meridians. Medicines and stones cannot cure it, and many secret methods have no effect.

Could it be...

Suddenly, a gust of wind came.

Two figures quietly appeared in front of him.

"Sir, this fellow Taoist is awake."

"Well, with such a serious injury, it's a miracle that he can wake up."

A divine thought fell on him and swept it, then quickly took it back.

"—He has hope of surviving—quickly, give him medicine!"

"yes!"

He felt himself being helped up and given a few sips of medicine.

The medicinal liquid is fragrant in the mouth, with a cold and slightly numb feeling.

He immediately remembered this healing liquid.

——Huishengsan.

Moreover, it is a Huishengsan that has been around for a long time and has sufficient potency.

In the army, this medicinal wine is specially used to treat critical and serious injuries. It is very effective and expensive, so it is not easily used.

"Let's go, let's continue working, and then it depends on his own destiny."

The man warned.

The other person gently helped him lie down, and they both retreated.

Not long after.

The medicinal solution begins to take effect.

He felt that the wounds on his body began to itch, like countless insects gnawing at him.

There was silence and darkness.

night.

Long.

He lay there doing nothing, his left hand wrapped in his sleeve and caressing for a while, he quietly held a rope and pulled out a small wooden sign tied to the rope.

I took the sign and looked at it carefully, and saw that it said:

"Name: Liu Ping."

"Cultivation: Peak state of Qi refining."

"Age: Nineteen."

"The sect you belong to: Baisheng."

"Note: The Baisheng Sect has been destroyed."

Qi refining is the enlightenment stage of spiritual practice.

My own cultivation suddenly dropped from the Divine Light Realm to the Qi Refining Realm——

Quite magical.

He gently put the sign back and thought to himself.

Nineteen--

Ever since he was accepted into the sect from the secular world by his master, he has obviously been practicing for decades. How could he be nineteen years old?

but……

The Cultivation Alliance will never make a mistake about the identity of each practitioner.

So why am I nineteen years old?

And he still belongs to a small sect that has been destroyed?

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed from his heart.

Yes.

Only one situation can explain it.

Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill!

This elixir is a divine elixir given by Heaven and Earth. It can reshape a person, rebuild their spiritual roots, and even reshape their soul.

The master finally stuffed the pill into his mouth.

Taking this elixir as an opportunity, consuming your life span and using hexagram techniques, you can reverse the chaos of heaven and help you change your destiny against the will of heaven...

He released a weak spiritual thought and gently swept it across his body.

From limbs to facial features,

From the five internal organs, meridians to bones,

Even the Dantian and the Sea of ​​Consciousness——

This is a young body without any defects, about nineteen years old.

The shackles that once bound him, the fate that was like a chasm in the sky, are all gone.

"Master..."

He lay there quietly and whispered.

At this moment, his destiny has changed.

That is to say...

The master is dead.

The young man clenched his fist tightly and slowly released it.

——Everything was considered, and the master was successfully rescued, but he did not expect that the master would make such a choice.

For a while.

He sighed and held the wooden sign in front of his eyes.

Liu Ping.

The name hasn't changed.

Aren't you afraid of being discovered?

——The master is the best in the hexagram arts in the world. He can calculate the life and death of all living beings. He can also calculate the rise and fall of the times, the success or failure of his energy, and he can assume the position of a general even in war.

With Master's ability, it is not difficult to hide an identity from others and establish an inconspicuous identity in a small and unknown sect.

Master should consider this matter.

The only problem is-

Liu Ping slowly put the wooden sign back into place and cast his gaze into the void.

In his sight, a constantly beating character quietly emerged in the void.

Even with the master's full strength and the effectiveness of the magic elixir, he still could not remove this illusory character from his eyes.

Liu Ping sighed and focused on that character.

As if feeling his attention, the character quickly unfolded and turned into a short sentence:

"Due to insufficient funds, this sequence cannot be started."

After the short sentence was displayed, it was immediately retracted and transformed into the ever-changing characters again.

——Exactly the same as before.

Liu Ping was speechless.

never mind.

This thing is very lazy and usually doesn't move much.

Now that I have been reborn, as long as I am not as stupid as before, this character will not affect me.

He looked into the void and saw another line of small characters flickering in the corner of the void:

"Current status: (hidden)."

This line of text has appeared since just now.

hide--

What means?

He asked silently in his heart, but unfortunately the sequence did not answer.

never mind.

It didn't cause me any trouble, so thank God.

Liu Ping comforted himself silently.

At this time, the numbness and itching on his body gradually disappeared. Looking inside, he saw that the seemingly serious injuries had recovered to some extent.

The liquid medicine works very well.

Liu Ping slowly stood up and looked out the window.

The deep night shrouded everything.

No light can be seen.

——In such a night, the time should be Yin Shi.

When it was dawn, he got up and went to find out the news.

Liu Ping was thinking about it when he suddenly saw the flashing characters expand again and turned into a few lines of small characters:

"Notice."

"This sequence must be reminded as follows:"

"Your awakening caused some unknown situation."

"The processing mechanism for you is being activated."

"The pursuers are coming."

"Repeat again, the pursuers are coming."

"Time remaining: three minutes."

"Start counting down."

"03:00"

"02:59"

"02:58"

"..."

After all the small characters were displayed, they were quickly put away and disappeared from Liu Ping.

Only the continuously counting down time remained in the void, reminding me of the upcoming situation.

There was a noise outside.

The practitioner opened the curtain and walked in, meeting Liu Ping's eyes.

"you're awake?"

The practitioner showed joy.

"Thanks to fellow Taoist's care, I'm getting better." Liu Ping said with a grateful expression.

The practitioner looked back and forth into the camp.

Almost all other seriously injured people had stopped breathing and died.

"——Finally, there are people who survived. This is the best news." The practitioner sighed.

Liu Ping felt the spiritual power fluctuations on the other party's body.

Almost the same as myself.

It is also the Qi refining period.

Is this the tracker?

...It doesn't seem right. This man even saved himself before.

Besides, there are still about two minutes before the pursuers arrive.

Liu Ping's thoughts changed, he cupped his fists and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for taking care of me. I'm Liu Ping, a disciple of the Baisheng Sect."

"You're welcome. Since you've survived, don't stay here anymore. Come on, I'll take you out for some fresh air."

The practitioner nodded at him, stretched out his hand and made a secret.

The stretcher floated slightly.

The practitioner turned around and walked outside, muttering to himself:

"It's already nine o'clock. In another quarter of an hour, the effect of the medicine on you will disappear. Then I will give you another medicine to consolidate it."

Liu Ping raised his eyebrows.

Mao Shi?

No, it's still dark. Why is it already midnight?

——It should be dawn at about time.

The stretcher followed the practitioner, floating and flying outward.

The door closes.

The two left the barracks.

It was still dark outside at this time, and in the quiet darkness, only the dim campfire illuminated an extremely limited light.

Liu Ping lay on the stretcher and looked around.

I saw coffins one by one on one side of the camp, and the remains of the dead monks on the other side, each stacked neatly.

The cultivator turned back and said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist Liu, I won't hide it from you. The people sent here are seriously injured and dying people who cannot be treated, and my uncle and I are responsible for the tomb work."

Master uncle?

It must be the voice that ordered him to take the medicine just now.

Liu Ping thought in his mind and nodded, indicating that he understood the situation.

"I hope you don't take it personally," the monk paused, and continued: "Recently, there have been heavy casualties on the front lines. Those monks who specialize in healing are very busy. Occasionally, they will make mistakes and kill some people who are obviously still able to be saved. Put it here."

"--just like you."

Liu Ping listened carefully and answered, "That's it."

Master’s arrangement is also amazing.

The fighting on the front line is intense, and countless practitioners are injured or even killed every moment.

His injuries were examined by the healing monks, and he was personally treated by practitioners here. All traces of his actions from beginning to end were recorded, which is equivalent to evidence. Even if someone traces it in the future, these experiences of his are real and will not easily arouse suspicion.

Moreover, he was seriously injured and would definitely need time to recuperate. He would not be able to fight on the front lines in the short term.

Everything is perfect.

but--

Liu Ping glanced at the void.

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:19"

"..."

Soon.

The trackers are coming.

But why track yourself?

Liu Ping thought silently.

The cultivator waved his hands and controlled the corpses to fall into the coffins, then covered the coffins and sent them to the soil to sink slowly.

"How many fellow Taoists are buried here?" Liu Ping asked casually.

"Everywhere you look is the burial place of our human race." The practitioner said.

Liu Ping looked around.

In the dark night, he only saw densely packed tombstones on the ground, extending into the endless darkness with no end.

A ridiculous thought came from the bottom of my heart:

—The whole world is used to bury corpses, and has no other use than this.

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Uncle Master!" the practitioner shouted.

The person who came was dressed as a Taoist priest, about forty years old, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body were invisible.

——Based on my own experience, I estimate that this person is at least in the Golden Core realm.

Is this a stalker?

Liu Ping looked into the void.

"00:59"

"00:58"

"00:57"

--Still not here.

It shouldn't be this person.

"I've met my lord."

Liu Ping reluctantly clasped his fists.

"No need to be polite, lie down quickly. Although you have saved your life, your injuries are not fully healed yet." The middle-aged Taoist priest said.

He asked again: "What are your plans next?"

Liu Ping thought for a while and said, "I want to understand the situation first and then see what to do."

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly focused his eyes.

Liu Ping noticed the other party's expression and asked, "Sir, do you have any suggestions?"

The Taoist priest quickly made a decision, waved to the practitioner and said:

"Shangguan has something to tell you and me. We will set off immediately to pay him a visit."

"Yes." The practitioner said.

The Taoist priest looked at Liu Ping again and said warmly: "I will report your matter, and there will probably be corresponding arrangements soon. Please wait patiently here and pay more attention to safety."

"Yes, sir." Liu Ping said.

The two of them nodded at him and headed towards the corner of the camp hundreds of feet away.

——In that corner, there is an inconspicuous small teleportation circle.

The two stood up, and the teleportation array immediately began to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of light, the two disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

They're gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher.

There was silence.

From now on, Liu Ping was the only living person left in the camp responsible for the tombs.

He looked into space.

"00:04"

"00:03"

"00:02"

"00:01"

"The pursuers have arrived."

The small characters flashed and quickly disappeared into nothingness.

An uneasy feeling suddenly emerged in Liu Ping's heart.

This is spiritual awareness.

His spiritual sense reminded him that something seemed to be happening.

Sand...sand...sand...

There was a sound of footsteps.

Liu Ping's hair stood on end and he suddenly turned around to look.

I saw a burly cultivator lifting the curtain and walking out of the barracks.

It's that martial arts practitioner.

He looked around and cursed:

"Is this a place like this? Those guys in charge of treatment are really irresponsible. I obviously passed out, so why was I thrown into a mass burial?"

Their eyes met.

"Fellow Taoist, were you thrown here too?" the martial arts practitioner asked.

"That's right. I'm obviously still alive, but I was brought to a place like this. It's really unlucky!" Liu Ping said, spreading his hands.

After hearing this, the martial arts practitioner had a little smile on his face and asked:

"Why is there no one else? Where is the fellow Taoist in charge of the tombs here?"

Liu Ping lay on his back on the stretcher and hummed: "I went to pay my respects to Shangfeng. It seems there is something urgent."

The martial arts practitioner looked at the coffins, then at the remains, and said gloomily: "It seems we have to wait here."

At this moment, Liu Ping glanced at the other party naturally.

The opponent's whole body showed fluctuations in spiritual energy that were much stronger than his own.

This is the foundation building period.

Practitioners in the foundation-building stage can already cast spells and moves in a coherent manner when fighting. However, practitioners in the Qi-refining stage lack spiritual power and can often only cast one or two spells before being unable to follow up.

He is no match for him.

- But that's not the point.

The important point is that the blood on the martial arts practitioner's arm has been wiped clean, revealing a ferocious snake-shaped tattoo.

Tattoos…

Liu Ping silently withdrew his gaze.

Just now in the camp, I saw with my own eyes that this man had expired.

This person is dead.

He is obviously dead!

Liu Ping showed a smile and said: "Don't worry, the man in charge of the tomb is probably at the Golden Core level. He comes and goes very quickly. He will probably be back soon."

The martial arts practitioner paused slightly and looked up at the sky.

A deep black night enveloped the sky, a blanket of ignorance.

There was silence all around.

On the flat ground near the barracks, corpses and coffins were neatly placed, but nothing else.

The Golden elixir monk will be back soon...

The martial arts practitioner hesitated for a moment and sighed: "That's all it can do."

He sat down next to Liu Ping.