Purgatory Artist

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

　　 His eyelashes moved and opened his eyes blankly.

　　 It's night outside.

　　 The surroundings are dim and silent.

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

　　 "Daoist, your injury is not light. Please bear with me for a while, I will invite an adult."

　　 At the end of the voice, he went away again.

　　 He listened quietly, with no expression on his face, his eyes looking everywhere.

　　 This is a makeshift barracks. The seriously injured monks lay on stretchers high and low, occasionally moaning painfully.

I'm alive?

　　 is wrong.

The 　　 hexagram clearly shows that as long as I save Master, I will definitely die.

　　 Where is the master?

Besides-

　　Why am I in this makeshift barracks?

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

　　 His brows narrowed slightly, and he moved to the left following the prestige.

On the left side of 　　 is another stretcher on which lies a burly monk.

　　 The monk closed his eyes tightly, his arms hung weakly beside the stretcher, and the blood flowed continuously along the snake-shaped tattoos on his arms, penetrated the wooden planks, and dripped onto the ground.

　　 Judging from the injuries on the body of the martial arts monk, it is obvious that the lungs were injured by the claws of the monster beast. Because the monster energy has been dispersed into the limbs for too long, it is already powerless to return to the sky.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

　　 ticked.

　　 The blood kept dripping.

　　 The breathing of the Budo monk gradually disappeared.

-died.

　　 Suddenly, life passed away.

　　 Everything is silent again.

　　He was concentrating in the dark.

　　Is the war over?

Who's winning?

　　 It is said that he has been slapped to death by the master, so how come he is still alive?

and many more-

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

　　 The Budo monk lay there motionless.

　　 He looked around again.

　　The camp is full of wounded soldiers.

　　 Many people are already dead, and some of them are still alive.

　　 He looked back and forth at everything around him.

　　—Can I see things with my eyes?

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

impossible.

　　Blind eyes and stumped arms are all due to incomplete meridians, medicine stones cannot be cured, and many secret methods have no effect.

　　 Could it be...

　　 Suddenly, a gust of wind came.

　　 Two figures quietly appeared in front of him.

　　 "My lord, this fellow Taoist is awake."

　　 "Well, it is a miracle to wake up from such a serious injury."

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

　　 "—He is hopeful of surviving—fast, give him medicine!"

"Yes!"

　　 He felt that he was being lifted up and took a few mouthfuls of liquid medicine.

　　 The medicinal solution is fragrant in the mouth, with a cold and slight tingling sensation.

　　 He immediately remembered this healing medicine.

　　—Return to life scattered.

　　 And it is a long-year-old Huisheng powder, with sufficient medicinal power.

　　In the army, this medicinal liquor is designed to rescue critical and serious injuries. It is very effective and expensive, so it is not easy to use.

　　 "Let's go, let's continue to work, and then it's up to his own destiny."

　　 The man urged.

　　 Another person gently helped him to lie down, and the two of them retreated together.

　　 Not long.

　　The medicinal liquid began to work.

　　 He felt the wounds everywhere on his body began to numb and itchy, like countless little insects.

　　 Silence and darkness all around.

　　夜.

　　 long.

　　 He lay without incident, with his left hand caged in his sleeve, rubbing a while, silently holding a rope, and pulling out a small wooden sign tied on the rope.

　　 took the sign and took a closer look, only to see that it said:

　　 "Name: Liu Ping."

　　 "Cultivation Base: Qi Refining Peak Stage."

　　 "Age: Nineteen."

　　 "The sect belongs to: Baisheng."

　　 "Note: Baishengmen has been destroyed."

　　 Refining Qi is the enlightenment stage of practice.

　　 My own cultivation level suddenly fell from the Shenzhao Realm to the Qi Refining Realm—

　　 is quite magical.

　　 He gently put the sign back, thinking secretly in his heart.

Nineteen-

　　 Since being admitted to the sect by the master from the dunya, he has been practicing for decades, how could he have become 19 years old?

but…

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

　　 So why am I nineteen years old?

　　 and still belong to a little school that has been destroyed?

　　 Suddenly, an electric light flashed through his heart.

Yes.

　　 Only one situation can be explained.

　　 Nine Turns Resurrection Pill!

　　 This pill is a divine pill given by Tianwaitian, which can reincarnate, recreate spiritual roots, and even reshape divine souls.

　　 Master finally put Dan into his mouth.

　　 Take this pill as an opportunity to consume life yuan and use hexagrams to overcome chaos and help oneself change fate...

　　 He let out a faint mind and swept across his body gently.

　　From limbs to facial features,

　　From the five internal organs, meridians to bones,

　　 and even the pubic field and the sea of ​​knowledge—

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

　　 The shackles that once bound me, those fate like the sky, all disappeared.

　　 "Master..."

　　 He lay there quietly, whispering.

　　 At this moment, his fate has changed.

　　In other words...

　　Master is dead.

　　 The boy clenched his fist tightly and slowly released it.

　　—I counted everything, and successfully rescued the master, but did not count that the master would have such a choice.

　　 for a while.

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

　　 Liuping.

　　'S name has not changed.

　　 Aren’t you afraid of being seen through?

　　—Master, as the first person in the world of hexagrams, can count the lives of sentient beings, the rise and fall of the times, and the success or failure of the aura. Even in war, he can also be the master.

　　With the master's ability, it is not difficult to put an unremarkable identity in an obscure little sect without hiding from others.

　　Master should consider this matter.

　　The only problem is—

　　 Liuping slowly put the wooden sign back to its original position, and cast his eyes on the void.

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

　　 Even if the master shot with all his strength, coupled with the power of the **** pill, he still did not remove this illusory character from his eyes.

　　 Liuping sighed, focusing on the character.

　　 seemed to feel his attention, and the character quickly unfolded into a short sentence:

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

　　 After the short sentence is displayed, it immediately retracts and becomes the constantly changing character again.

　　—It's exactly the same as before.

　　 Liuping was a little speechless.

never mind.

　　 This stuff is very lazy, usually nothing happens.

　　 Now that he has been born anew, as long as he is not as stupid as before, this character will not affect him.

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

　　 "Current status: (hidden)."

　　 This line of words has appeared since just now.

　　 hide—

What means?

　　 He asked silently in his heart, but it was a pity that Sequence did not answer.

never mind.

　　 It doesn't mess with me, so thank goodness.

　　 Liuping comforted himself silently.

　　 At this time, the tingling sensation on his body gradually disappeared. After looking inside, I saw that the seemingly serious injuries had recovered seven or eighty-eight.

　　The effect of the liquid medicine is very good.

　　 Liuping got up slowly and looked out the window.

　　 The deep night enveloped everything.

　　 I can't see the slightest light.

　　—In this kind of night, the time should already be Yin Shi.

　　 When it was time for Mao, it was time to dawn, so he got up to find out the news.

　　 Liuping was thinking, and suddenly the flashing character expanded 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 activating."

　　 "The follower is coming."

　　 "Repeat it again, the follower is coming."

　　 "Remaining time: three minutes."

　　 "The countdown begins."

　　 "03:00"

　　 "02:59"

　　 "02:58"

　　"..."

　　 After all the small characters were displayed, they quickly collected and disappeared in front of Liu Ping.

　　Only the countdown time is still in the void, reminding the situation that is about to emerge.

　　 There was a noise outside.

　　 saw the cultivator opened the curtain and walked in, meeting Liuping's gaze.

"you're awake?"

　　 The practitioner said with joy.

　　 "Thanks to the care of fellow daoists, I am better." Liu Ping said with gratitude.

　　 The practitioner looked back and forth towards the camp.

　　The other seriously injured people have almost all lost their breath, and their lives have disappeared.

　　 "—There are finally people who survived. This is the best news." The practitioner sighed.

　　 Liuping felt the spiritual power fluctuations on the opponent's body.

　　 is almost like myself.

　　 is also the refining period.

　　 This is the follower?

　　...It doesn't seem to be right, this person has treated himself before.

　　 Besides, there will be about two minutes before the follower will come.

　　 Liu Ping's thoughts turned, and he clasped his fist and said: "Thank you fellow Taoist for taking care of me, I am here in Liuping, a disciple of Baishengmen."

　　 "You are welcome, since you are alive, then don't stay here anymore, come, I will take you out to breathe."

　　 The cultivator nodded at him, stretched out his hand and squeezed.

　　 The stretcher floated lightly.

　　 The practitioner turned and walked out, muttering to himself:

　　 "It's already 卯, and within a quarter of an hour, the effect of the medicine on your body will disappear. I will give you another medicine to consolidate it."

　　 Liuping raised his brows.

　　卯时?

　　 It's not right, the sky is still dark, why has it reached the time of Mao?

　　—It's time to light up at Mao Shi.

　　 The stretcher followed behind the cultivator, floating and flying outwards.

　　 The door closed.

　　 The two left the barracks.

　　 At this time, it was still dark outside, and in the quiet darkness, only a dim campfire illuminated an extremely limited amount of light.

　　 Liuping lay on the stretcher and looked around.

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

　　 The cultivator turned his head and smiled and said, "Daoyou Liu, I do not hide it from you. The people who are sent here are all seriously injured and dying people who have not been treated. My uncle and I are full-time in charge of the tomb work."

　　 Uncle Master?

　　 is the voice that ordered him to take medicine just now.

　　 Liuping thought in his heart, then nodded, indicating that he had understood the situation.

"I hope you don't go to your heart," the monk paused, and continued: "Recently, the frontline has suffered heavy casualties. Those monks who specialize in healing methods are very busy. Put it here."

"-just like you."

　　 Liuping listened carefully, and then said: "That's how it is."

　　 Master’s arrangement is also absolutely perfect.

　　 The frontline warfare is tight, and countless practitioners are injured and even killed at all times.

　　 I have been inspected by the healing monks, and the practitioners here have personally treated them. All traces of movement are recorded from beginning to end, which is equivalent to evidence. Even if someone traces it in the future, these experiences of my own are true and not easy to cause suspicion.

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

　　 Everything is perfect.

but-

　　 Liuping glanced at the void.

　　 "01:22"

　　 "01:21"

　　 "01:19"

　　"..."

Soon.

　　The follower is coming.

　　 But, why do you want to track yourself?

　　 Liuping thought silently.

　　 The cultivator waved his hand to hold the tactics and controlled the corpses to fall in the coffin, then covered the coffin and sent it into the mud to sink slowly.

　　 "How many fellow daoists were buried here?" Liu Ping asked casually.

　　 "Anywhere you look at is the tomb of our human race." The practitioner said.

　　 Liuping looked around.

　　 In the dark night, he only saw tombstones densely lined up on the earth, extending to the depths of endless darkness, with no end.

　　 An absurd idea came out of my heart:

　　—The whole world is used to bury corpses. Apart from this, the world has no other effect.

　　 There was a sound of footsteps.

　　 "Uncle Master!" the cultivator shouted.

　　The person who came to be dressed as a Taoist priest is about forty years old, and the spiritual power fluctuations on his body cannot be seen through.

　　—Based on my own experience, this person is at least in the Golden Core Realm.

　　 Is this a follower?

　　 Liuping looked at the void.

　　 "00:59"

　　 "00:58"

　　 "00:57"

-Still not here.

　　 shouldn't be this person.

　　 "I have seen an adult."

　　 Liuping reluctantly clasped his fists.

　　 "You don't need to be polite, lie down, although you have recovered a life, but the injury is not completely healed." said the middle-aged Taoist priest.

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

　　 Liuping 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 condensed his eyes.

　　 Liuping noticed the other person’s expression and asked, "My lord, what do you suggest?"

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

　　 "Shangguan has something to tell you and me, we will go and see you immediately."

　　 "Yes." The practitioner said.

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

　　 "Yes, my lord." Liuping said.

　　 The two nodded at him and swept towards the corner of the camp hundreds of meters away.

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

　　 The two stood up, and the teleportation formation immediately began to move.

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

　　 They are gone.

　　 Liuping lay back on the stretcher again.

　　 Silence all around.

　　 From this moment on, only Liu Ping was left in the camp in charge of the tomb.

　　 He looked at the void.

　　 "00:04"

　　 "00:03"

　　 "00:02"

　　 "00:01"

　　 "The follower has arrived."

　　 The small characters flashed, and quickly sank into nothingness.

　　 Liu Ping's heart suddenly showed a sense of anxiety.

　　 This is spiritual consciousness.

　　 Lingjue is reminding him that something seems to be happening.

　　Sand...Sand...Sand...

　　 There was a sound of footsteps.

　　 Liuping's cold hairs are all upright, and suddenly he turns his head and looks.

　　 saw a burly cultivator lift the curtain and walk out of the barracks.

　　 is that martial arts practitioner.

　　 While he looked around, he cursed:

　　 "It turned out to be this kind of place? The guys in charge of the treatment are really irresponsible. I obviously passed out in a coma, so how come I was thrown into the mass grave?"

　　 The two eyes met.

　　 "Daoist, you were also thrown here?" asked the martial arts practitioner.

　　 "It's just that, I'm obviously still alive, and it's really unlucky to be taken to such a place!" Liu Ping said, spreading his hands. UU Reading www.uukahnshu.cOM

　　 Budo cultivator listened, but there was a little smile on his face, and asked:

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

　　 Liu Ping lay on his back on the stretcher and hummed: "I have gone to see Shangfeng, it seems there is something urgent."

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

　　 At this moment, Liu Ping glanced at the opponent naturally.

　　 The opponent showed a wave of spiritual power that was stronger than his own.

　　 This is the foundation period.

　　The practitioners in the base-building stage can already cast spells and moves in a consistent manner, while the practitioners in the refining stage lack spiritual power, and often can only cast one or two magic spells, and then they are weak in the subsequent.

　　 I am not his opponent.

　　—But this is not the point.

　　The point is that the blood on the arms of the martial arts practitioner has been wiped away, revealing a hideous snake-shaped tattoo.

　　Tattoos...

　　 Liu Ping silently retracted his gaze.

　　In the camp just now, I saw with my own eyes that this person had died.

　　 This person is dead.

　　 He is already dead!

　　 Liu Ping smiled and said: "Don't worry, the adult in charge of the tomb is probably in the Golden Core Realm. He will come and go quickly, and he will probably be back soon."

　　The martial arts practitioner's expression paused slightly, and he looked up at the sky.

　　 The dark night enveloped the sky, and it was ignorant.

　　 The surroundings are quiet and silent.

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

　　 Brother Jindan will be back soon...

　　 The martial arts practitioner hesitated for a moment, and sighed: "It can only be so."

　　He sat down beside Liuping.