Purgatory Artist

  Chapter 109 Back then

  Liu Ping squeezed gently.

  The silver ingot was squeezed open like mud, revealing the jade slip hidden inside.

  ——It seems to be a jade slip for a photo.

  Liu Ping swept the divine mind toward the jade slip.

  Zhao Chanyi's voice suddenly sounded from the jade slip:

  "This jade slip is jointly held by the seven major factions. Each head of the faction has one. It is hidden in the head of the cave. I also took a lot of effort to steal it."

  Following her voice, a picture slowly unfolded in Liuping's sea of ​​knowledge.

  At dusk.

  The setting sun is like blood.

  The wind is stern, like weeping, as if telling the tragedy of the whole battle.

  On the ground, the dead practitioners and the corpses of the demons are mixed together, and the end is invisible.

  Liuping reacted immediately.

  ——This is the battle of the year!

  It seems that the war is over.

  At this point in time, he had already eaten the Nine Ranks Resurrection Pill, and fell into a state of suspended animation, and his fate was changed.

  As for the master...

  He was thinking, only to see a few people appearing on the plain ahead.

  The heads of the seven martial sects each guarded one side, and surrounded the old man in a gray robe in the center.

  Time is passing slowly.

  Among the seven heads, a majestic middle-aged man said:

   "Gua Sheng, it is clear that the war is over, why are you?"

  The gray-robed old man did not speak.

  The middle-aged man sighed, changed his name and said:

   "Friends, your entire sect died in the war. It is indeed a heartbreaking thing, and I deeply regret it."

   "However, in order to defeat the demons, many schools in the entire spiritual world have been wiped out. This is the ending that every practitioner of us has long anticipated. Didn't we accept it long ago?"

  While talking, the middle-aged man looked at the gray-robed old man.

  The gray-robed old man was expressionless, just watching the sky quietly.

  The middle-aged man continued:

  "Zhang Daoyou, you are the first person in the world of hexagrams, and you are the best at glancing at the secrets of heaven. You must understand that the nine-turn resurrection pill can actually not help you rebuild the sect."

  "This is just your obsession, so..."

  "Please return that divine pill to us, and our Seven Martial Arts will continue to guard it."

  "As long as you return this divine pill to me, I promise that the entire practice alliance will not punish you too severely. After all, your feelings can be understood by all of us."

  "But if you continue to hide the **** pill privately--"

   "You should know that with your own strength, you cannot beat the seven of us."

  "The old man quite understands your difficulties, why do you have to fight with us old friends?"

  While talking, the middle-aged man carefully observed the gray-robed old man.

  These remarks are persuasive, reasonable and restrained, but unfortunately——

  The gray-robed old man is still indifferent.

  The afterglow of the sun shone on several people, gradually lengthening their shadows, and everything around them gradually fell into dead silence.

  The twilight faded.

  The world is about to enter the shroud of night.

  The old man had been observing the changes in the sky, and finally showed awe-inspiring color.

--time is limited!

  Another person in charge interrupted: "Lao Zhang, you are almost a person who can ascend, why bother to turn your back on the world for a strange pill and destroy your own way."

  This time, the old man finally said: "I can't help it, I must act like this."

  Everyone moved in unison.

  The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice: "Dan has been stolen by you, is there still trouble?"

  "...That's it, I met all fellow daoists, and I simply told you the truth of the matter, and power should be the compensation for taking pill."

  The gray-robed old man walked out a few steps with his hands in his hands, and looked at the seven heads of enemies who were facing great enemies.

  He suddenly smiled:

   "I spent my life for a while and got a glimpse of the future."

  Seven people were moved.

  "How much life did you spend?" the middle-aged man asked nervously.

"all."

   "You are crazy! Why do you do this!"

  The gray-robed old man waved his hand and said calmly:

   "I am destined to die in this battle. This is my fate-it's a pity that the hexagram is so profound. I can only look at it roughly, but I can't understand it at all."

   "What will happen?" Someone couldn't help but ask.

  The old man in gray robe looked at everyone and said in a whisper:

   "The next thing is very sad, I have been uncertain whether I should tell you or not—"

  "From tonight, day will never appear again."

   "The horror beyond imagination is coming, and all beings must not escape."

   Suddenly one of the heads shouted: "You are lying! Several other Taoists who are familiar with hexagrams have long known that there will be a catastrophe in the near future, so we have prepared a shelter deep underground."

  Another head stroked his beard and said, “It’s just that, on the hexagrams of several other daoists, it shows that underground shelters can help us tide over the difficulties.”

  The gray-robed old man said calmly:

   "They are right, but it's a pity-the various measures underground cannot withstand the immediate disaster."

  Several people are all startled, some are puzzled.

   "Obviously can help us tide over the difficulties, but not now?" A head can't help but said.

   "That's right."

  The old man nodded, then suddenly turned to look at the recorder of Yujian——

  From the photo, he seemed to face every practitioner who watched this photo.

"Dear fellow Taoists, the old man was originally the Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable from the Upper Realm. Because he was worried about the suffering of the sentient beings in the Lower Realm, he devoted himself to the mortal world and travelled to all living beings. Return to Tiangong."

  The seven heads were dumbfounded.

  Liu Ping was also stunned.

  No matter who it is, it is impossible for Gua Sheng to say such a thing.

  "How do you prove that you are from the upper realm?" a head tentatively asked.

  The gray-robed old man shook his head and said, "It's too late."

   "Remember, your only hope comes from the world itself——"

  "This world is one of the six worlds of reincarnation. It is very unique. As long as the time is right, it has the opportunity to get out of control."

   "Once you get rid of control, this world will automatically fly back to the void to find the other five realms in the six reincarnations."

  "——It will merge with the other five realms and reintegrate into a whole."

   "In this way, all of you will be saved." "...The hour has come, you cherish it."

  After speaking, the old man slowly lowered his head and stopped moving.

   Seven people can't help but back up a few steps.

  If the Nine-turned Resurrection Pill is on the Gua Sage, relying on the strange power of that pill, there must be a vision at this moment——

  Time gradually passed.

  After dozens of breaths.

Nothing happened.

……its not right.

   Can it be said that the **** pill is not in the hands of the Gua Sheng.

  God pill?

  Also, is what he said just now is true or not?

   Really there will be a catastrophe?

  Others are still thinking, but the majestic middle-aged man wakes up like a dream, frantically grabbing the gray-robed man’s arm.

   "Don't think of pretending to be dead-give me a seal!"

  The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

  A ray of light came out of his hands, and they sank into the old man's body.

  However, the gray-robed old man closed his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ No matter how much he shakes his body, there is no response.

  A long while.

  The middle-aged man released his hand and took a few steps back, his complexion a little bit sullen.

  ——The gray-robed old man is dead.

  No matter how sublime supernatural powers are, it will have no effect on a person who has already died.

  Everyone silently looked at the old man’s body with complex expressions.

   There was no sound for a while.

   "Could it be... he really is the Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable of the Upper Realm?" a head of the head asked puzzled.

  No one speaks.

  There is no answer.

  On the plain, the wind gradually subsided.

  The sun collected the last afterglow, and silently sank below the horizon.

  The sky gradually showed a dark black gray.

  Night.

coming.

  (End of this chapter)