Purgatory Artist

The sun is slanting to the west, and the autumn breeze dyes the mountains and forests.

Long river crescent.

Standing on the riverside overlooking the river, Liu Ping said to himself: "If you have a show with people here, while talking about Taoism and drinking, you won’t have a sense of charm."

"You are going to die soon, why bother to think so much."

The giant sneered in midair.

Its shape is so mammoth, but no one can see it.

Liu Ping sighed and said, "It's such a despicable guy."

Lines of burning small prints appeared before his eyes:

"You have lost the technique of'seeing and hearing as famous,' and you have changed back to the hexagram technique that you are good at."

"There is still a certain amount of time before the historical recorder arrives. If you can, please calculate the time, because this sequence cannot be used for hyperspace sensing, otherwise it will be detected by the nightmare king opposite you."

Liu Ping finished scanning with a glance, and reached out to flick the non-existent dust on his shoulders.

There is a particular thing about this snap.

Only those who know the way know that a master of hexagrams like Liu Ping can figure out the heavens and earth with a single flick, the second flick reveals the nine palace gossip, and the three flicks even calculate your overnight meal.

Six arts are the highest civilization crystallization of the human world. Later, the human world is the core world of the six reincarnations, because it produces all things and nourishes all sentient beings.

The Guashu ranks first among the six arts.

In such a world system, hexagrams can occupy the highest position of the world's dharmas, which shows the recognition of the six realms of sentient beings.

Of course, fortune-telling also has many ways and particulars, and it is not possible to know everything with a pinch.

-Liuping is no exception.

So he smiled and said: "Brother, you sent me back, but I don't know what year and month it is."

The giant looked down at him and said in a playful tone: "Do you want to go to the future? No, the future six reincarnations are terrific. I won't let those people pay attention to what happened here."

"So we are in the past." Liu Ping thought thoughtfully.

His fingers moved again.

The giant said: "Sad mortal, do you think I don’t know? In the world of six reincarnations, if you die, you can go to reincarnation—but now I will seal your soul, and when you die, your soul will also be Will perish together."

"It's reasonable, it's reasonable." Liu Ping said with a smile on his palm.

Lines of burning small prints popped up in front of him. These small prints seemed to be crazy, brushing upwards constantly, just to make room for new information:

"You started a deduction."

"According to the prediction of the hexagram, you will die of frost and cold extinction;"

"You said a word to the Lord of Nightmare, and started the deduction again."

"According to the prediction of the hexagram, you will die of raging fire and oil cooking;"

"You moved your body and smiled at the Lord of Nightmare, which made it very uncomfortable. At the same time, you started the deduction again."

"According to the foretelling of the hexagram, you will die of a thousand swords;"

"You said something to agree with it, and then you started the deduction."

"According to the prediction of the hexagram, you will die from the severance of your heart and the punishment of skinning."

"..."

Liu Ping stretched out, two knives hung around his waist, and the wind clinked.

This nightmare lord is really an old bastard.

It was able to come up with so many methods without repeating it just in the matter of killing itself.

"By the way, aren't you curious about the secret I want to tell?" Liu Ping asked.

The giant buzzed: "This is a deal, I allow you to die here, and you have to tell me the secret-if you don't tell me, I have a thousand ways to torture you."

Liu Ping said, "Listen well, the secret I want to tell is this:"

"It is a waste of time for you to put your energy on me, because the place where the soul originated is being destroyed by a monster that climbed up from the Void Pillar, and it will draw all the power there."

After speaking, he put his hands behind his back, and his fingers touched each other.

At the time of rigidity and softness, there is no guilt.

What a hexagram!

Liu Ping put his hand away, silently moving backwards in his heart.

The giant suddenly raised his head and looked towards the boundless void.

It seemed to be able to see something, and said in a murderous tone: "It turned out to be true, what is that guy? It grabbed the souls that belonged to me while I was having fun..."

After speaking, it seemed to move, then immediately paused, looking at Liu Ping.

—The matter here is not over yet.

"Yes, it is grabbing those souls that belong to you." Liu Ping put his hands behind his back and moved gently.

I didn't lie to it.

The place where the soul originated was indeed destroyed by the hands of a huge armor.

The old gods of Purgatory were also killed by it.

Therefore, the Lord of Purgatory had to return to the pillar to rest and wait for the future.

This is what is happening in history!

The giant looked down and said, "Now it's time to send you on the road."

Liu Ping met its gaze and smiled: "I don't want to die yet, or how do you think I should die?"

His fingers moved slightly.

-I will die by the strike of the sky thunder.

Giant said: "I want you to—"

Liu Ping interrupted him and said: "I am not a practitioner anymore. After seeing countless civilizations, I feel that one day you will lose to humans."

Fingers, fingers, the sun has set, the night has risen, the clouds are like grey dogs, and the moon is shining.

Gua Cheng.

The giant laughed and said: "Sad mortal, you don't understand the gap between mortal and nightmare at all."

Liuping's slender fingers moved slowly.

This time, he will die from the runaway and alienation of flesh and blood.

no.

Must be changed again.

"There is indeed a gap, but there is also hope. As long as we humans have hope, we will never give up and we can win sooner or later." He said seriously.

Hope...

The giant was silent for a while, and said: "I'm leaving, now tell me, when is the most desperate moment in your life?"

Liu Ping touched both hands.

—The new deduction result is out.

very good.

This is it.

This is the only chance!

A gleam of light emerged from the giant, converging on Liu Ping.

Liu Ping could not resist this strange trickery.

A light and shadow suddenly appeared on him, condensed into a picture of the past—

A baby.

When he was a baby, he was blind and lacked a hand by nature.

He was thrown into the water, and in the absence of a solution, he waited for death to come.

—This is the most desperate moment in Liuping's life!

The picture disappeared.

The giant's tone was a little more cheerful:

"So that's it. Is this the original you? Very good, I will let you experience that feeling again. It is called despair. I hope you remember the taste of despair."

"At the end of your life, you have to understand that mankind will never have hope."

Thousands of tentacles emerged from its body, opened vertical pupils at the ends of the tentacles, and all looked at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping's hand behind his back suddenly loosened.

A line of burning small print stays in the void:

"You figured out the last hexagram."

"You haven't made any more changes. Next, you will—"

Liu Ping didn't have time to finish watching, and the whole person suddenly kept shrinking, and finally turned into a baby.

"Look, I brought you back to the most desperate moment, but there are still some imperfections."

The giant buzzed.

One of the baby's arms suddenly disappeared, and his eyes became darkened.

"A baby with one-arm blindness, drowning, this is your most desperate moment—"

"Now, I give you this death."

The voice fell.

thump!

The baby was thrown into the water.

Ripples appeared on the calm water surface, and the waves spread around, gradually returning to calm.

The giant floated in the sky for a long time.

Time goes by.

It saw the baby's eyes gradually closed and stopped struggling.

suddenly.

The giant felt some kind of boring.

As the king of nightmares, he is here to deal with a human baby.

Obviously there are still very important things.

That huge armor that has climbed to the birthplace of the soul!

What exactly is it?

The giant raised his head and looked at the void and said: "It's over...it's time to go back to the **** pillar to see who dared to grab those souls."

Take advantage of this moment.

Andrea suddenly emerged, sank to the bottom, and kissed the baby.

"Remember, remember why it killed you, remember everything it did here, you will understand in the future!"

She quickly spread the voice.

The baby closed his eyes, as if he didn't know anything.

At this time the giant's voice sounded: "Holy Spirit... Give up, you all have no hope, I can guarantee that."

The giant stretched out his hand and grabbed Andrea who was hiding in the void.

It glanced at the baby under the water again, and saw that the baby was suffering the last despair, and then—

The baby broke his breath.

The giant nodded in satisfaction, and then rose to the sky, penetrating the sky of the world, suddenly disappearing.

Take a breath.

Two interest.

Three breaths.

Deep in the water.

The baby suddenly opened his eyes.

Although he couldn't see anything, blindness was very familiar to him.

He closed his mouth tightly, and his figure slowly rolled along the turbulent undercurrent until he escaped from the current at a certain moment and slowly landed on a relatively flat rock in the water.

Lines of burning small prints appeared in the void:

"By constantly changing your behavior and language, the other person has countless thoughts of killing you."

"You learned about various results through hexagrams, and you chose one of them."

"Baby drowning—"

"This is the only way you can die for a while. It is the most painful past for you, full of despair."

"You stopped doing anything and determined this way of death."

"The deduction is over and everything starts to come true."

"You are a baby."

"You activated the method of fetal suffocation while suffering from suffocation."

"This is the natural law that the baby naturally masters in the mother's body, so you can continue to support it for a while."

The baby closes his eyes and concentrates on the fetal rest.

Andrea's voice echoed in his ears—

"You want to survive!"

"Surviving and seeing me in the future can get the hope of defeating it!"

"...Live until the historical recorder arrives!"

The baby put aside his thoughts and continued to do fetal rest.

He felt that he could not hold on for long.

—Persevere!

For that ray of hope that has never been seen before!

Time is constantly passing by, just like those water flowing from a baby.

His consciousness began to blur.

At the last minute.

When the breath was completely cut off, I suddenly saw a line of burning small prints popping out:

"someone is coming."

"He is spying on your past."

"Your past forms a picture, which is known to the other party and yourself."

A picture unfolds in front of the baby.

In the picture, there is a strange person standing.

-clown.

His face was painted pale, his eyes were dark, he was wearing a colorful costume, and he stepped on a pair of pointed boots. UU reading www. uukanshu. com

During the battle, he said to the opponents under the wall:

"It's funny. I was a one-armed blind man when I was born. I was thrown into the river to feed the fish by my family. I was drowning, but I was picked up by an eventful old man and taught a skill-- "

"This is the fate of today, and I can meet you here."

The picture is closed again.

Then a voice sounded:

"It's this moment, it's not wrong, it's finally arrived."

The next moment.

For some reason, the baby always feels that something has happened.

The feeling of death faded away, and he no longer tightened his throat like a shadow.

suddenly.

The baby felt himself supported by both arms and was lifted out of the water at once.

He couldn't help opening his nose and breathing quickly.

An old voice rang in my ears:

"This baby is so pitiful that he was thrown into the river. I don't know which adult is so cruel!"

"Let me see, both eyes are blind, one arm, lack of meridians—"

"Trouble, no one will support this."

"All beings are suffering. Nothing will come out, and nothing will come out. If I save you, you will suffer the suffering of the world."

A pair of eyes fell on the baby.

The baby just breathes in big mouths, replenishing the previously missing oxygen.

He couldn't see each other, but he knew exactly what moment this scene was and what was going on.

The voice sighed and said:

"The world is so miserable, you still want to stay, no matter what, the old way will save you today."

Under the blue moonlight, the old man held the baby in his arms and strode towards the distant village.

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