Infernal Artist

Liu Ping was speechless as he watched the lines of small words disappear into the void.

This unreliable guy!

He walked into the tent of Taiwei Palace and was about to sit down on the futon when his heart suddenly moved.

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That god-transforming monk——

Elder Wang.

Before he left with all the Nascent Soul cultivators, he once said: "...I dare to bet you that this time is our big opportunity. Let's go quickly!"

He's gambling.

But his name is "Indiscriminate Gambler".

——Indiscriminate gambler.

Nine times out of ten you lose.

What happens if he loses the bet?

There was an inexplicable chill on Liu Ping's back.

Several monks from Taiwei Palace are not here.

There is a Jindan stage monster in the camp, and it has discovered itself.

If Elder Wang loses the bet——

Liu Ping was silent for a few breaths and slowly pulled out a card from his arms.

That comeback card from the bartender!

He stared at the card, feeling a little hesitant.

Golden elixir monster.

I can't beat him at the moment.

but……

After finally coming in and gaining the status of a disciple of Taiwei Palace, could he just leave like this?

——Xie Dongliu has awakened, and has the sect title of "Deadly Scholar". He is a quite powerful combat practitioner.

Should I stay and wait for him and then return to Taiwei Palace?

Moreover, once he comes back, he will definitely bring back information about a large-scale skyfall.

Liu Ping couldn't sit down anymore, so he turned around and opened the curtain, passing through the camps of various sects and walking along the path towards Fangshi.

He quickened his pace and quickly walked into the market.

The fall in the sky just now was too shocking. At this time, the monks in Fang City had almost no intention of doing business. They stood together in twos and threes and communicated with each other using their spiritual thoughts.

Liu Ping soon walked to a stall.

"Give me twenty large bundles of blank talismans, and a low-level talisman pen that can be used in the foundation building period," he said.

"Talk pens are very expensive, kid. Just because you are so poor——"

The monk guarding the stall had just said a few words when he caught a glimpse of the long row of storage bags on his waist.

The monk smiled and said: "Chenghui two hundred spiritual stones."

Liu Ping paid and turned around to leave.

He quickly came to another stall, glanced at it, and said, "Excuse me, how do you sell raw materials this time?"

The stall owner was a male cultivator who was as tall and thin as a bamboo pole. He had his hands in his sleeves and did not respond to Liu Ping's words.

Liu Ping noticed something was wrong and looked at the male cultivator.

The male cultivator's face turned pale, and beads of cold sweat the size of broad beans broke out on his forehead. His body was trembling, and he looked at the sky behind Liu Ping in despair.

"Then...what is that!"

He roared almost out of control.

At this time, the people around him stopped what they were doing when he shouted, and all looked towards the sky outside the camp.

Liu Ping was stunned and slowly turned around following everyone's gaze.

--but he saw nothing.

The lead clouds in the sky seemed to open for a moment, but then closed quickly, making it impossible to see what was behind the clouds.

Someone came over, saluted the tall and thin monk, and asked, "Fellow Daoist Zhang, what did you see just now?"

The tall and thin monk was pale and sweating profusely. He pointed at the sky with his trembling hand and was speechless for a long time.

Everyone looked together.

I saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a tightly covered curtain, without revealing any clues.

A deafening voice came from deep within the clouds:

"I got the news that someone seems to be here."

"Make an emergency announcement now."

"The world below is the private property of Ms. Pain. If any distinguished adults are playing here, please don't continue to ruin the world's plot. Please come out and meet her immediately."

Liu Ping's heart skipped a beat.

Based on these words, the other party seemed to think that the collapse of the plot was caused by a certain "adult".

But this is obviously all caused by oneself.

The so-called "adults"...

Could it be that what he said when he deceived the wolf demon body from that monster last time made the other party believe it?

Because of this, the other party would say that name.

——Ms. Pain.

Everything here belongs to Ms. Pain.

Ms. Pain...Private Property...

A flash of lightning seemed to flash across Liu Ping's heart.

He remembered what Wang Cheng said back then:

"Malicious damage to private property is an extremely heinous crime in the entire world. I advise you not to do that..."

Liu Ping was silent and looked around.

The practitioners all looked blank, as if they didn't hear what they just said.

very good.

——Our world has become your private property?

——Have you asked for our opinion?

Suppressing his ups and downs of emotions, Liu Ping turned around and left.

When the crowd surrounded the tall and thin monk, he had already pulled away, pressed his hands on his face along the way, slightly changed his appearance, and then walked quickly to a corner.

There are people setting up stalls here.

He hurriedly clasped his fists at the stall owner and said: "I have heard of your name. Your bamboo hats are very exquisite. I would like to purchase a batch. Please give me a price."

The monk was looking at the crowd with his neck raised. After hearing Liu Ping's words, he turned back, smiled and rubbed his hands together: "It's easy to say, but I don't know how much you are prepared to ask for?"

"All of them." Liu Ping said.

——The monks in Taiwei Palace are not here now.

Something seemed to happen in the sky, and monsters also appeared in the camp.

Liu Ping could no longer care about the impact.

"What? How much do you want?" The monk opened his eyes in disbelief.

"I said - not a single one of the concealment hats you refined is left. I want as many as I want."

As Liu Ping spoke, he opened his sleeves, revealing a dozen small and exquisite storage bags tied around his waist.

…

Inside the tent.

Liu Ping squatted on the ground with two stacks of talismans in front of him.

One pile of Demon-Breaking Explosion Talisman and one pile of Blank Talisman.

He examined the two piles of talismans with a look of nostalgia on his face:

"I haven't done such detailed work for a long time...but it's better to prepare early..."

He picked up the talisman-making pen, turned over a blank talisman, and quickly drew mysterious spiritual patterns on the back.

Although he hadn't done this for a long time, his movements were still skillful, and he completed the outline of the lines with almost no lag.

Put away the pen.

Picking up the talisman and taking a closer look, he saw that two spiritual patterns had been drawn on the back.

One, the spiritual suction pattern, is specially used to bond other talismans;

The two, the Convergence Pattern, specialize in converging all spiritual power fluctuations on other talismans.

With these two spiritual patterns——

Liu Ping picked up a demon-breaking explosive talisman and gently placed it behind the blank talisman.

Something wonderful happened.

On the back of the blank talisman, the spiritual suction pattern flashed, sucking the demon-breaking explosion talisman and gluing it together.

All spiritual energy fluctuations on the Demon-Breaking Explosion Talisman immediately disappeared.

The two talismans were glued together into one talisman, and its front was blank, showing its identity as a blank talisman.

——The spiritual absorption pattern and the convergence pattern work at the same time!

Liu Ping let out a breath.

No matter who looks at such a talisman, they will only think that it is a blank talisman with almost no threat.

No one would be intimidated by such a charm.

It's great for surprising people.

"How many spiritual stones did the person who asked me to study this kind of talisman produce? I can't remember some of them..."

Liu Ping murmured, but without stopping, he turned all the remaining Demon-Breaking Explosive Talismans into blank talismans.

This was commissioned by a very wealthy second-generation disciple of the sect to develop it himself. His cultivation level is not high, but he always wants to trick others——

So this talisman is called Yinren Talisman.

With such a large pile of "yin talismans" in his hand, Liu Ping felt much more at ease.

This is his unique craft.

Except for him, no one in the history of spiritual practice has ever thought of making a talisman like this, and no one has created such a talisman.

But this is just the beginning.

After taking a short rest, Liu Ping looked solemn and began to make the most important talisman of the day.

He sat in a circle, holding a talisman pen in hand, and began to draw a talisman.

His hands were very steady, and each stroke outlined an extremely agile pattern, causing the surrounding spiritual energy to gather together.

No matter what sound came from outside, it would not affect him in drawing this talisman.

——Even if the sky falls, it will not affect the trend of the pen.

Tens of breaths later.

Liu Ping finally began to slowly stop writing.

The surrounding spiritual energy gathered together, forming a special spell wave along the winding spell patterns on the talisman.

This extremely complex talisman was finally drawn.

Liu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed tiredly.

Drawing this talisman with the strength of the Foundation Establishment Stage was actually a bit reluctant. If he had not reached the peak of the Six Arts early and had a deep understanding of the talisman, it would have been impossible to complete this talisman.

This is the borrowing talisman.

Borrowing magic talismans allows practitioners to use spiritual stones to summon five times their own spiritual power to manipulate the magic circle.

——Can only control the magic circle.

It can be said that this is a very unpopular talisman.

But for Liu Ping at this moment, it is a very precious and practical talisman.

Liu Ping sat there and calmly adjusted his breathing, recovering from his physical exertion.

After a while.

When he confirmed that his condition was back to its peak, he patted his storage bag and took out the compact formation disk he bought before.

"start."

Liu Ping gave a soft drink and quickly connected points on the array plate with his hands.

The array disk erupted with a buzzing sound and began to release a barrier emitting a hazy white light.

Small hidden magic circle, done!

"Tens of thousands of spirit stones... in exchange for control of all the war formations in the Xihuang camp... is not a loss."

Liu Ping looked solemn, stretched out his arms and opened all ten storage bags.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

The spiritual stones were piled up as if they were free of money, forming a hill inside the circle.