Purgatory Artist

in the dark.

The old man in a suit and leather shoes took out a pair of leather gloves and put them on his hands.

A faint light radiated from his body, illuminating the ground around him and the sights within a radius of tens of meters.

-Empty, no ghosts.

"Boy, since you are boasting about going to Haikou, come out and fight me."

The old man loosened his bow tie and moved his hands and feet.

in the dark.

There is no sound.

The old man sighed, only thinking that this kid was a little troublesome.

—Not only does not show up, but also has helpers.

The shot that the helper patted on his forehead just now was really frightening.

That light press that fell from the sky happened to be the moment when he shot and grabbed the sword with the opponent, not sooner or later, just at the moment when he was immersed in his whole body.

Looking back carefully now, the more I think about it, the more I feel that the button is full of some unspeakable skills, as if it were the result of endless battles.

It's really a pinnacle skill. It doesn't rely on any power or moves to return everything to the basics. It's just one click—

I have never seen such a method in my life.

if.

Replace that palm with a knife—

The old man dared not think anymore.

"Maybe we underestimated you and your companions, then so be it."

The old man took a deep breath, and his whole body exuded a more intense light, shining far and near into a day.

"Come out, I will fight you with the strongest strength!"

The old man shouted.

-Still no one responds.

But the situation seems to be a little different again.

The old man silently felt a certain emotion rising in his heart, and silently put out a fist on the spot.

"come!"

He shouted.

Still no one responded.

Murderous intent oozes in the old man's heart, and he whispered: "After doing it for a long time, it turned out to be a seedless guy. I will now—"

He raised his head involuntarily, and the voice in his mouth stopped abruptly.

sky.

Some unknown existence covers everything in sight.

Its figure is so huge, mammoth, and majestic, it directly obscures everything, leaning over under the light of the light.

The darkness split from it, revealing rows of mottled and sharp fangs inside.

The old man shook his body and couldn't help saying: "This is—"

The boundless mouth full of fangs took a volley.

The light on the old man's body suddenly escaped from him, soaring to the sky, completely sucked clean by the huge mouth.

Inexplicably, the old man understood one thing.

Light.

Can't exist here.

He didn't move, he didn't emit any light anymore, letting the darkness cover everything.

puff-

A muffled noise.

The old man struggled, but found that he couldn't move at all, and he would have unbearable pain when he moved.

He panted heavily, reached out to touch his chest, and immediately grasped the cold and sharp blade.

A voice sounded from behind:

"I originally only needed to watch it by the side, even if the task was completed-but the opportunity was so good, I couldn't hold back it, sorry."

It's that boy!

"Are you going to kill me?" the old man said solemnly.

"No—please don't move."

As the boy spoke, he stretched out a hand and pressed it on his forehead.

Soon.

"Ah...it turns out to be so, it's really troublesome."

The boy sighed and fell into thought.

The old man's expression changed, and he suddenly shouted, "No, your hand—why is it exactly the same as the hand that was pressed on my head before!"

"Who on earth are you!"

The young man's thoughts were interrupted, and he simply patted the old man on the shoulder and said, "Who am I? It doesn't matter. The important thing is that the Jiuyou Soul Recruitment Banner has not been completed yet. Will you go and give it a hand?"

The old man howled: "You—"

Huh!

Sen Leng's knife flashed past.

The head flies up.

The young man took the knife, folded his hands, and pinched the head that was flying in the air.

The next moment.

The entire dark world faded quickly, and the street scene outside began to appear.

"I will leave it to you next."

The young man said, his body shape changed, and disappeared with the dark world.

on the street.

Only a headless corpse was left standing in place, and—

Boom!

A head fell to the ground with a muffled noise.

"That brat won again..."

The three masters on the wall said with emotion.

However, the head on the ground quickly jumped up and flew into the other heads.

It opened its eyes and said to the other heads: "The master has an order, we have to go immediately and tell him a news."

"Then what are you waiting for?" a martial artist said with the head.

"Go!" the old man's head said.

Dozens of heads soared up, quickly rushed into the sky, and flew away in one direction.

The expressions of the three masters are complicated, and neither is it to follow, nor is it not to follow.

At this time, other martial artists gradually appeared on the surrounding streets.

"grown ups!"

"Three adults!"

"We must save us!"

They hurriedly ran to the three masters and gave a big gift together.

"What's the matter?" asked the old grandmaster with a cane.

"We have also obeyed the orders of the Glory family, and secretly persecuted and framed the blood-hearted school. After a while, the young man will call the door again, I am afraid that our lives will not be guaranteed."

"Please also three adults to save our lives!"

The three old men looked at each other.

The old man on crutches sighed and said, "Wait for the news, the kid is going, I'm afraid that he will have a catastrophic catastrophe, and I don't know what will happen by then."

…

the other side.

Deep in the woods.

Liu Ping held a sword in front of Chu Yunchang, looking up at the sky.

I saw a man with a big back floating in the air, holding a goblet in his hand, looking down at the two of them leisurely.

"Teenage...At this age, being able to have this kind of combat effectiveness is indeed a genius."

The man said in an appreciative tone.

Liu Ping stood with a knife, his eyes suddenly falling on the goblet in the man's hand.

A small burning line appeared before his eyes:

"Polygonal space goblet."

"This is a rare thing with strange power. It can resist any attack until the attack exceeds the upper limit of its defense."

-what.

Doesn't this world regard the power of strangeness as an evil and filthy power?

Why do members of the Glory family have such an extremely rare strange defense item?

Liu Ping couldn't help sinking into thought.

Chu Yunshang whispered: "Hey, what are you thinking?"

Liu Ping said: "I have learned a lot about the spirit of the world. Now that the enemy is currently, I have to think carefully to see if I can create a high-level sword technique with spiritual skills."

Chu Yunchang was dumbfounded.

In midair, the man was equally stunned.

This kid—

As soon as he opened his mouth, he would create spiritual skills, and also specified the sword technique.

how could it be possible!

Does he have a brain problem?

The man's expression suddenly sank.

If this young man had a problem with his brain, how could he kill so many people and design to deceive his subordinates, and then came to rescue Chu Yunshang?

That is to say—

There is no problem with this boy's mind.

Since there is no problem with his brain, then maybe he can indeed create spiritual skills like swordsmanship!

A mortal can create spiritual skills!

What a terrible thing this is!

The man's face changed, he pressed a button in his pocket and said to himself: "Be careful..."

In the void, a cold metal sound suddenly sounded:

"You have requested the release of this pollution, please specify a target."

The man stared at Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang below, gritted his teeth, and said: "Designate the two human life forms below."

He looked at Chu Yunshang, a pity flashed in his eyes, but soon he was suppressed again.

Whether it is a beauty or a spirit, or whatever, it is always a row back compared to killing a terrifying enemy that can threaten oneself.

The voice just fell.

I saw two groups of boiling flames suddenly flew out of the void, shooting straight towards Liu Ping and Chu Yun Chang.

Liu Ping wanted to avoid it, but in the next instant, the flame was directly attached to his arm.

Lines of burning small print suddenly popped out:

"You were hit by some kind of'emerging' force."

"This'emerging' power contains the following rules:"

"It must be in, manifest, and immortal."

Liu Ping glanced at it, and he was a little relieved.

Admittedly.

This strange power possesses "must hit", "appear" and "immortality"—

But it is not lethal!

Why did the other party resort to such a trick?

Liu Ping looked at the sky suspiciously.

In the sky, a man with a big back said: "Is the pollution complete?"

The cold voice said: "The pollution has been completed."

The man was overjoyed, and immediately said: "Send more manpower, arrive here immediately, and do everything you can to destroy the ghost of nightmares!"

"Yes."

The voice responded.

In the sky, spatial fluctuations gradually began to appear.

At this moment.

Dozens of human heads fell from the sky and landed in front of Liu Ping.

The head of the old man jumped out and said in a deep voice, "Master, I have something to report, please search for my soul."

"good."

Liuping put his hand on his forehead.

Soon.

He gradually understood the whole thing.

"I see…"

Liu Ping squinted at the man in the air, his expression gradually becoming full of murderous intent.

The man with the big back didn't care.

He held a goblet and said, "It seems that you killed my subordinates and searched for his soul with the technique on the cultivation side, so you can't let you go."

"Everything is a scam, isn't it?" Liu Ping said.

The man smiled and said: "Yes, the nightmare wave occasionally gives rise to a little strange power, which is captured by us and used to create panic in the human world."

Liu Ping said, "Who are those nightmare ghosts?"

"Of course it’s the guys who dare to fight against the upper class of us—for example, you, UU看书www.uukanshu.com, you and your little girlfriend are now contaminated with the power of nightmares. It doesn’t matter if I lead the army to kill you, because everyone knows me. Maintaining peace in the world."

As the man said, he suddenly laughed wildly: "Hahaha, there is no ghost of nightmares at all, they are all fools, but whoever wants to fight us, then he is a ghost that can be punishable!"

Void.

Blockbuster warriors appear.

Hundreds of warriors stood in the void one after another, surrounding Liu Ping and Chu Yunshang.

"Is this how you rule this world..." Liu Ping whispered as he looked at the warriors who were waiting for them.

The sense of crisis in the man's heart finally disappeared.

He held up the goblet and motioned to Liuping:

"There is no one in a million martial arts prodigy—"

"Knowing the secrets of our Glory Family, you can also die with peace of mind."

He made a killing action, and the warriors suddenly moved silently.

They rushed towards Liu Ping and Chu Yun Chang from all directions.

Chu Yunchang looked nervous, grabbed Liu Ping's hand, and whispered, "Are we going to die?"

Liu Ping patted her hand for comfort, but looked at the man in the sky.

The man laughed and said:

"Any last words? Still begging me to let you go?"

Liu Ping sighed:

"It's contaminated with the power of strangeness and weird, and thus is regarded as the'ghost of nightmare.' This is really a good way to eradicate aliens, but in fact, you have overlooked a very important thing."

"What?" the man asked.

"—Have you ever thought that I am a real nightmare ghost?"

Liuping said calmly.