Infernal Artist

Liu Ping is burying people.

On the ground, he had already cleaned up the traces of being crushed by Lingshi Mountain.

Those practitioners who had died were placed in coffins by him and buried one by one in the ground.

This work is not tiring, but rather tedious.

But there’s nothing we can do——

Liu Ping wanted to explain why he buried Wang Cheng.

at some point.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead and went through the previous scenes in his mind.

——Should be able to hide it.

Apart from the matter of killing Wang Cheng, there are actually some strange things that I haven't had time to think about.

hour.

Liu Ping couldn't help but look up at the sky.

Too much time has passed, but the dark sky has not changed at all.

It should be Yinshi...

No.

There is something wrong with this world.

Liu Ping pondered and took out the bunch of copper coins from his storage bag.

Most practitioners have little contact with the world, so each sect only prepares some worldly money and goods for low-level disciples.

This string of copper coins is consistent with Liu Ping's status as a disciple of a small sect in the Qi refining period.

besides--

In the world of spiritual practice, only hexagram techniques require copper coins.

Liu Ping took out six copper coins and threw them out, shouting in a low voice: "Ding Jia takes turns and comes out at four o'clock."

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

The six copper coins kept hitting each other, and then they all stood on the ground!

Liu Ping's eyelids twitched.

Impossible, why can't it be calculated?

Although he is only at the peak of Qi refining, counting time is the simplest hexagram technique.

Liu Ping calmed down, took back the six copper coins with a move of his hand, took a deep breath, and shouted again: "Like a shadow, bad luck will appear!"

The coins were thrown out again.

They fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, but they still stood upright, without showing the front or back.

Dead silence.

Under the dim night, all six copper coins stood motionless.

"receive."

Liu Ping said hoarsely.

Six copper coins fell into his trembling hands and were stuffed back into the storage bag.

Asking the hexagram twice in a row failed to show the result.

——Tianji is chaotic.

Even Master has never talked about such a thing, and it is completely beyond the scope of what practitioners can understand.

At this moment, a spiritual light lit up on the teleportation circle.

Liu Ping turned his head and looked around, only to see invisible fluctuations around the magic circle, like ripples.

The fluctuations in the space dissipated, and a figure appeared on the magic circle.

It was the practitioner from before.

He looked around and saw that everything was safe and sound, and said in surprise: "Fellow Daoist Liu, have you buried all the fellow Taoists who died in battle?"

Liu Ping's face was full of sincerity: "There are several fellow Taoists who have fought with me. After much thought, I decided that it would be better to help them bury themselves in peace."

The practitioner remembered what he had seen in the barracks before.

Except for Liu Ping, everyone else died.

Seriously injured people who come off the battlefield will not be sent here as long as there is some possibility of being rescued.

Unless the monk responsible for the treatment made a mistake.

But this is rare.

The practitioner couldn't help but sigh and said, "Fellow Daoist Liu, you are determined."

He stepped forward and buried all the remaining corpses into the ground with Liu Ping.

——Wang Cheng’s matter was naturally ignored.

When all the corpses were buried, the practitioner handed a token and a gourd to Liu Ping.

"This is it?" Liu Ping asked.

"There is healing liquid in the gourd. As for the token - because your situation has been verified at all levels, the peak has given you this token. You need to take this token to the Xihuang Camp. Several adults are there. Sit down and they will make new arrangements for you." The cultivator said.

"You must go." He emphasized with emphasis.

"I see, I understand, thank you." Liu Ping said.

He opened the gourd, smelled it, drank the liquid inside, and then took the token and looked at it carefully.

A small space connection array plate is engraved on the token, which is inlaid with six spiritual stones to provide power for the array plate.

This token has two coordinates, one is the current burial place, and the other is the Western Wilderness Camp.

If Liu Ping holds the token and stands in the teleportation circle in the tomb, the teleportation circle will automatically connect with the token, activate another coordinate embedded in the token, and teleport him to the Xihuang Camp.

vice versa.

——It’s just that this token is one-time use.

Liu Ping looked at the token and couldn't help turning his head towards the teleportation circle.

Why is this teleportation circle so broken?

Does it really still work?

The practitioner cupped his hands at Liu Ping and said, "The task here has been completed, so I have to leave."

"Where are you going?" Liu Ping asked.

"There seems to be some new situation on the front line. All the second-line personnel have been mobilized - my uncle and I are among them." The practitioner said.

Liu Ping was startled.

etc!

Who wins the decisive battle between humans and monsters?

And the sky is always dark.

The hidden secret.

A hexagram that cannot be calculated.

The practitioner in front of me is only in the Qi refining stage and has low strength, so he may not know much about the tombs here.

Liu Ping's thoughts flashed and he said, "Fellow Taoist, please wait a moment. What time is it now?"

The cultivator sighed and said, "Mao hour has just passed and it is already Chen hour."

Liu Ping slowly looked at the sky.

Chenshi...

It doesn't look like Tatsuki at all.

The practitioner turned around and walked into the teleportation circle, turned his head and looked at him deeply and said:

"I'll give you a piece of advice, you'd better leave right away, otherwise things will change if you wait too long."

Liu Ping was startled.

What does this mean?

I saw a flash of light and the practitioner had been teleported away.

There was no sound again in the cemetery, falling into endless silence like the silent deep sea.

"I know, see you later."

Liu Ping cupped his hands towards the empty teleportation circle, then looked at the token in his hand and stood there for a few breaths.

The secret of heaven is obscured and it is impossible to calculate the bad luck.

The sect has been destroyed.

The master did not take the Nine Turns of Resurrection Pill, so he must have died at this time.

In the past, I followed my master to travel around the world, made friends from all walks of life, and did countless great things. I secretly saved a sum of spiritual stones every year, hoping to activate the fake magical power of Sequence...

There are so many memories that I can’t go back to.

From then on, he existed alone in the world.

Liu Ping was silent for a few breaths, suppressing his emotions.

——No matter what, you must first report to the Xihuang Camp.

Compared to the burial ground, the Xihuang camp with many practitioners is obviously safer.

Besides, the token in hand is a military order.

As a Qi-refining monk from a small sect, if he disobeys orders during war, he will be killed on the spot.

The decision is made.

Liu Ping took big steps and soon arrived at the teleportation circle.

suddenly--

The flashing characters quickly expanded and turned into lines of small characters again:

"warn!"

"The death of the tracker appears to have caused a chain reaction."

"The laws of space and time are beginning to become unstable."

"This sequence is determined as follows:"

"Something unknown is invading the current world."

Liu Pingqi asked: "Chain reaction? What does this mean?"

He asked, but his movements became faster and faster, and he arrived in front of the teleportation circle in a few steps.

The next moment——

A rustling sound came from the distant tomb.

Liu Ping froze.

He slowly turned his head and looked.

far away.

cemetery.

Wang Cheng crawled out from the ground, and the soil and coffins that buried him were pushed aside.

A chill rose up behind Liu Ping.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what the monk said just now:

"I'll give you a piece of advice, you'd better leave right away, otherwise things will change if you wait too long."

Does the other party know something?

By the way, when Wang Cheng appeared for the first time, the other party happened to avoid it.

The more Liu Ping thought about it, the weirder he felt.

In total, Wang Cheng has been resurrected for the second time.

In the world of spiritual practice, I have never heard of such a thing.

Even he himself took the magic elixir when he was about to die, and then he was reborn, changed his past destiny, and started over.

There is only one divine pill in the entire world.

Moreover, even the magical elixir cannot save those corpses that have already cooled down.

Is this what is called a stalker?

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

In the distance, Wang Cheng walked towards Liu Ping step by step and said in a low voice: "Did you kill Wang Cheng?"