Infernal Artist

A black limb pierced the demon's body.

Almost in an instant, the demon ghost was like a burst balloon, and all the flesh and blood disappeared from its body.

It only had a complete white skeleton left, tightly held by the black claws, hanging in the air.

In the mist.

A sharp voice then sounded:

"Hehehe - there is no other way. All sentient beings and even all existences have only one thing to do in front of me."

"Surrender."

The words fell.

All the fog cleared.

A strange man covered in black carapace appeared on the pile of rocks.

It is only 1.34 meters tall and still has the shape of a child.

If it weren't for its weird appearance, you could even say it's Liu Ping!

The weirdo took a deep breath and said greedily: "Ah... Six Paths of Reincarnation... What a wonderful world, countless sentient beings are waiting for me -"

boom! ! !

A giant lightning beam dozens of meters thick fell from the depths of the sky, striking the monster deeply.

This thunder light has completely exceeded the scope of heavenly catastrophe. Just the breath that escaped destroyed everything around it, turning the entire mountain forest into nothingness.

The weirdo was caught in the lightning, and his body was twitching constantly.

suddenly--

The carapace all over his body disappeared and he transformed into a child again.

Liu Ping!

Surrounded by lightning, Liu Ping panted violently, and uttered a vicissitudes of adult man's voice:

"are u there?"

"I'm here," his voice returned to the tender voice of a child, and he answered, "Who are you? What was that monster just now?"

The child looked around and spoke in the voice of a mature man again: "Huh? Why is the screen black? Ah - I'm sorry, it turns out you have a problem with your eyesight."

"Yes," the child's voice said again, "I am blind."

"Okay, let's make a long story short. The other guy and I can only be in your body once. It has been driven out just now - I will leave soon."

"We are the possessors of those two powers."

Liu Jing listened quietly and couldn't help but think of the light he had seen before.

——The wisp of black light was imprisoned by the white light.

The black light kept struggling, trying to escape, but was always surrounded by white light and could not leave.

"You are right," the mature man's voice said, "It wanted to control you, but we are protecting you, so it can't take your body."

"Next, neither it nor we will be able to interfere in your affairs."

"——Two pure powers remain within you. To be honest, we don't know what will happen."

"The only advice is:"

"Don't be controlled by that kind of evil power, otherwise once you completely lose yourself, there will be nothing we can do."

"We're all leaving now."

"Good luck."

As soon as the words fell, all the lightning in the sky disappeared.

The earth returns to its original state.

Liu Ping found himself standing on the same spot, and the power fluctuations in his body had broken through the foundation and reached the golden elixir stage.

There are no small words to remind you in the void.

——As if nothing happened.

Liu Ping checked his body carefully and found nothing strange.

"It's really strange, what exactly are these two powers..."

He murmured quietly.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew over from the sky and quickly landed not far from Liu Ping.

The light dissipated, revealing a young monk.

"Little friend, may I ask what happened here just now?"

The young monk let out his spiritual thoughts and swept across the vast tracts of land and woods, and asked casually.

Liu Ping cupped his fists and said, "Oh, I'm really sorry. The noise of my tribulation may have been a bit loud and disturbed you. Please forgive me."

The young monk glanced at him with his spiritual thoughts, nodded and said: "The golden elixir stage - the five-year-old golden elixir stage is really rare."

"Fellow Taoist, that's ridiculous." Liu Ping said.

"But apart from fellow Taoist being promoted to the Golden Core stage, is there really nothing happening here?" the young monk asked.

"Really not." Liu Ping said.

"No, that kind of power fluctuation just now is far beyond the scope of the golden elixir stage. Even practitioners in the canonization stage can't release such power fluctuation."

The young monk stared at Liu Pingdao.

He exuded the fluctuations of cultivation level in the God Transformation Stage.

The realms on the cultivation side, from low to high, are: Qi refining, foundation building, golden elixir, Nascent Soul, transformation into gods, canonization, divine illumination, etc.

Liu Ping has now been promoted to the Golden Core Stage monk, but in front of this young monk, his strength is far from enough.

——The two sides are separated by two big realms.

The spiritual power fluctuations in the young monk's body became stronger and stronger, gradually weighing heavily on Liu Ping's shoulders like a heavy burden.

"Such a big vision can only happen when those ruins are revealed."

"I advise you to tell the truth——"

"Otherwise I cannot guarantee your life."

The young monk casually pulled out a magic fan and shook it slowly, staring at Liu Pingdao with a cold gaze.

Five-year-old Jin Dan!

Why should such a genius be allowed to grow up?

Besides, the vision just now was really weird, this child must be hiding something!

Liu Ping smiled bitterly and shook his head, making a fist with one hand and saying, "Fellow Taoist, I have already felt how powerful you are, but really -"

His voice gradually became weaker and finally dropped.

"Um?"

The young man opposite showed a look of attention.

Liu Ping was seen hunched over, as if he had been hit hard, and he fell to his knees on the ground.

The young man used his spiritual thoughts to scan his body, only to find that there was nothing strange about him.

"Pretending!"

The young man waved the fan in his hand casually.

A strong wind followed, and dense fists of frost formed out of thin air, all of which hit Liu Ping.

In a series of attacks, Liu Ping was sent flying and smashed a rock by the river into pieces.

"My patience is limited. If you don't tell me, I will kill you with the next blow!"

The young man shook the fan in his hand and said leisurely.

Liu Ping seemed unaware.

The pain caused by being hit by the spell was clearly transmitted through the body to the brain, but what concerned him more was another thing.

Body.

The body is filled with anger.

This kind of anger emerged from the depths of his body, turning into a monstrous rage that grew larger and larger, like a raging tide that could not be suppressed, eliminated, or resisted.

"call……"

Liu Ping exhaled a long breath, but the breath flew dozens of meters away like a spray.

"Sorry, I wanted to ask you."

He stared at the young man opposite him with red eyes, and said in an extremely depressed tone:

"Threaten me with my life and force me to tell you something that has nothing to do with you -"

"Why do you think you have such qualifications?"

The young monk opposite was startled, and then said with a smile: "I ask you to answer, this is a rule, if you want to break this rule, I will kill you, capture your soul and continue to torture, sooner or later you will get the answer."

boom--

Liu Ping's whole body shook, and the ground around him shook as well.

A line of burning small words finally appeared:

"The two forces within you are stimulated, and they begin to dominate your body, producing unparalleled rage."

"Your emotion is about to change to: Anger."

Liu Ping closed his eyes and said in an uncontrollable tone: "You... stop talking, I can hardly suppress my emotions."

"Emotions? Who do you think you are? Can't you understand me? Go to hell."

The friar waved the fan in his hand lightly.

A golden sharp blade condensed out of thin air, riding on the wind, slashing towards Liu Ping.

puff!

The sharp blade struck Liu Ping, causing a cloud of blood mist.

The male monk closed his fan and said with great interest: "Ha! He died like a dog - so what if he died of five-year-old golden elixir? You can no longer practice. Even if you are reincarnated, it depends on whether I am happy or not."

"Now I'll capture your soul and come here to see what's going on."

After the words fell, he quickly made hand gestures with his hands.

However, halfway through the magic formula, he slowly stopped the movement of his hand.

opposite.

The child stood still.

The golden blade gradually disappeared from his chest, leaving a shocking wound.

But the child did not die.

His eyes turned red, his whole body was trembling, and a hoarse voice sounded from his mouth:

"Now it seems there is no other way."

The monk only felt his eyes blurred.

The children simply disappeared.

not good!

The male monk's heart was full of warning signs, and he was about to grasp the defensive magic formula with both hands.

A sharp pain came.

His hands were swatted away by the child, his chest was hit by a huge impact, and his whole body fell into the ground.

The monk opened his eyes wide with an expression of disbelief.

So fast!

It's so fast!

It's obviously just a golden elixir, why can't I even see his movements clearly?

He watched the child walk up to him and said in a helpless tone:

"There is no other way. I thought about it. Only your death can calm my anger, and then I can control myself."

"you--"

As soon as the words were spoken, the child had already raised his foot and kicked him on the head with all his strength.

Boom!

With a crackling sound, the monk was kicked out, hitting large and small rocks in the river along the way, and then crossed the entire river and crashed into the mountain.

Black and white lights appeared on the child's body, looming.

He flew forward, pulled the monk out of the mountain, and threw him into the shallow water.

"Spare your life—spare your life—I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The monk was covered in blood and kept saying.

The child smiled softly and suddenly burst into an angry roar:

"Didn't you just want to kill someone? If you can't beat me, why don't you quickly beg for mercy? Are you considered a practitioner?"

He grabbed the monk's neck with his hands, pushed him into the water, and punched him one after another.

"ah--"

The male cultivator kept screaming.

The child suddenly lifted him up and said close to his ear: "If you are still a practitioner, don't make such a cry when you are beaten."

The male monk was as trembling as a drowned rat, and whispered:

"I-I have never been beaten like this before. Please spare me! Please spare me, okay?"

"You have never been beaten like this, but you dare to kill people and steal souls at will?" the child asked.

The friar was speechless.

"You disappoint me so much." The child threw him into the water and punched him again.

boom!

The friar was struck into the mud at the bottom of the river.