purgatory artist

Chapter 1 Wedges
Someone once said——

When life is facing extreme danger, it occasionally transcends the limitation of time and sees all the past hidden in its own memory.

This sentence is correct.

When that drop of blood fell, Liu Ping clearly saw his whole life until the final moment——

That was the year of Taiping 180.

Wanren Plain.

The spells are flying, the swords are screaming, and the blood is chaotic.

The sound of shouting and killing continued.

The decisive battle between the human race and the demons is gradually heating up.

a moment.

The howls of the monsters broke out in unison, shaking the world, resounding throughout the battlefield.

The monks of all races felt something, and they couldn't help turning their heads to look——

But I saw several turbulent army of monsters rushing into the camp of the human chief general.

Go straight to Huanglong!

This scene happened so suddenly that even the flag of the general's camp was already crumbling.

"Come to the Savior's Camp—"

Someone shouted.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!
The sound of war drums was as urgent as a torrential rain. It sounded from the main camp of the human race and spread throughout the battlefield, calling for help to all practitioners.

The practitioners around the camp resisted desperately, but the situation was in jeopardy.

All the practitioners raised their hearts to their throats.

It's time for the battle to be decided!

The fate of Terran hangs by a thread! ! !
the same moment.

Outside the battlefield, deep in the sky, above layers of white clouds.

A man with his eyes closed stands on a cloud, with a small white flower floating in front of him.

The man stretched out a hand and gently pulled the petals.

"If you don't save him, he will die."

"Save him, I die."

"If you don't save him, he will die."

"Save him, I will die."

Every time the man uttered a sentence, he tore off a petal and let it float away with the wind.

at last.

The last petal was torn off by him.

"If you don't save him, let him die—it seems like God's will."

The man held the petal in his hand and heaved a long sigh of relief.

With a wave of his hand, he opened a passage and was about to get in.

Sudden.

The sound of thunderous war drums came from the earth, followed by countless exclamations and screams:

"The master is in danger!"

"They have entered the main camp!"

"It's over, we're over."

"The defense line has collapsed!"

"Come on, someone, come and save us!"

"Savior General!"

The man paused, leaned over and looked under the cloud.

The general's camp was littered with corpses, and fewer and fewer monks were still resisting.

The human race was defeated like a mountain.

The man watched quietly, with a look of unbearable expression on his face, and murmured:
"Master..."

At this time, the sound of the drum was gone.

The man took out a white jade mask as thin as a cicada's wings and put it on his face.

I saw his body vibrate, and his whole body turned into a flash of lightning-fast spirit, passing through the layers of clouds, and swooping down towards the sky.

In mid-air, layers of monsters immediately sensed it.

They rushed toward the light—

But he heard the angry voice of the male cultivator coming from the light:
"Whoever stops me will die!"

All of a sudden, clusters of black mist appeared beside him.

Dark mist filled the sky.

A masked monk dressed in black appeared from the fog and greeted the monsters one after another.

At this moment, like a wandering dragon, that wisp of spiritual light quickly penetrated the sky and earth nets, suddenly struck from afar, and landed in the human camp that had just fallen.

boom! ! !
Countless demons were sent flying out.

The streamer is gone.

The male cultivator wearing a mask stood in the center of the position, and didn't make a move, only blew a long whistle.

It seems to be some kind of signal——

The void opens.

Sixteen black-clothed masked monks jumped out from behind him, and cut a demon who had just captured the human flag into several pieces.

16 people guarded the man in the middle.

The man took a few steps forward and helped a seriously injured old man in the camp to his feet.

At this moment, the practitioners in the entire camp suffered heavy casualties and had no power to resist, while the boundless monsters rushed in like a tide.

"How does it feel to almost die, old man?"

The man made a gesture while speaking.

The void behind him moved again.

Hundreds of monks in black appeared one after another and landed on the position behind him.

These monks seemed to have been prepared for a long time, as soon as they appeared, they faced the army of monsters without thinking about their own safety.

Only then did the man support the old man, turned around, and broke out towards the other side of the camp.

Sixteen masked monks closely guarded him.

But here is the battlefield!
In all directions, there are more and more monsters coming up——

This is a decisive battle. The army of monsters has been preparing for a long time, and they will never give up easily!
The man frowned and whispered:

"all come!"

I saw clusters of masked people emerging from the void, quickly forming an array around them, casting formulas and casting spells one after another.

Take a breath.

All the spells are ready, just waiting for an order.

"kill."

The man spoke.

All the formulas are released——

The heavens and the earth were full of chaotic aura, and tens of thousands of Taoist spells roared towards the surroundings, opening a gap from the siege of thousands of monsters.

"Walk."

The man picked up the seriously injured old man and flew back like a shooting star.

Sixteen masked monks tightly surrounded the man.

Countless monsters came to kill along the way, but they were blocked by many masked men in black, trying their best to open a way out.

Seen from a distance, the entire escaping team was like a black fish swimming up and down in a stormy sea. After many conflicts, they were almost crushed on the spot—

Finally, everyone desperately fought their way out.

The man led the old man to another defensive barrier of the human race that was waiting in full force.

The teleportation circle is already ready.

As soon as the man led the old man up, he disappeared from everyone's eyes.

On the entire battlefield, all the monks couldn't help cheering loudly.

——Someone rescued the main general and resolved the sneak attack of the demon!
For a while, the morale of the human race was greatly boosted, and they counterattacked aggressively.

thousands of miles away.

A deserted city.

Corpses are everywhere.

silence.

The old man and the male cultivator fell down together.

The old man in gray robe barely propped himself up and looked at the male cultivator in front of him.

The male cultivator has already taken off the mask on his face.

I saw him with his eyes closed, his one arm wrapped in his sleeve, and he was yawning with his mouth open, with a look of boredom on his face.

Although the battle armor on his body was broken and there were shocking scratches everywhere, looking at him like this, he seemed to have just woken up.

"Sinister, why do you need to do so much?" The old man frowned.

Nanxiu sighed: "Master Gua Sheng, I have worked so hard to save you, so why don't you think of me more?"

"I remember that you have many friends among demons, and you made a special oath that you would never go to the battlefield to fight." The old man known as the Gua Sheng sneered.

The male cultivator picked out a knee-high monster's head from the pile of corpses, placed it squarely on the ground, sat on it, and said:

"In such a beautiful world, but you want to fight and kill, of course I won't participate."

"But you are here today." The old man said.

"I didn't make a move." The male cultivator said.

Thinking back, the old man seemed to be the same, and couldn't help asking: "The backbone of each sect has been transferred to the front line, where did you get so many good fighters?"

"I found the Yinsha Building and asked for sixteen dead men to protect them all the way." The male cultivator said casually.

The old man questioned: "Hidden killing buildings are all assassins who can't see the light, and they are not good at fighting in battle..."

"That's why I transferred [-] martial arts practitioners from Xiexiu Valley to resist the charge of demons." The male cultivator said.

"Monsters come from all directions, and there are some extremely evil spells among them. Martial arts monks alone may not be able to resist them." The old man said.

"So I went to the Extreme North Holy Cult again, and found hundreds of holy demon masters who are proficient in magic arts." The male cultivator said.

The old man asked: "When retreating, the leaders of the monsters were hiding on the road, and with your hands alone—"

The male cultivator raised his legs and said triumphantly: "Of course, I also felt that it was almost meaningless, so I sent a large number of experts in advance to go to the demon royal court to save the former demon king who was deposed and claustrophobic. Protect this scene for me, and I will help it create opportunities for revenge—it is estimated that when we left just now, it had already fought desperately with the demon leaders who overthrew it."

The old man was silent for a few breaths, then heaved a long sigh and said: "Disciple, after all, you have subdued those demons and heretics, and become the master of the evil way."

"No, I have no intention of doing anything other than saving you." The male cultivator said.

"Then why are there so many people working hard for you?" the old man asked.

"Because I'm rich." The male monk said.

The old man was startled.

"I've always had a good reputation, and I paid my bills quickly—this time I paid about three times their usual business." The male repair pointed out.

The old man opened his mouth and was speechless for a while.

The male cultivator lazily said: "I've already made up my mind, old man, today is your death calamity, but fortunately you have me—after this calamity is over, you want to buy me a drink."

"How much did it cost me to die?"

"Ten years of life."

"It's not worth it at all," the gray-robed old man shook his head and said, "Boy, today is my death day, I'm afraid I won't have the chance to buy you a drink again."

"Not necessarily."

Nanxiu stretched out his single arm and took out a pill from the storage bag.

As soon as the elixir came out, it immediately emitted multicolored light, illuminating the surrounding space, forming a steaming mist, which was really beautiful.

The gray-robed old man looked at the divine pill exuding a faint brilliance, and said solemnly:
"Heaven and earth...there is only one pill, and it is definitely not something you can buy with money."

"That's right, I did it myself and got it from the forbidden area of ​​the Seven Great Sects." The male cultivator said.

"You stole the divine elixir, you must have broken the restrictions of the seven sects—after the old man dies, those sects will definitely not let you go." The old man said.

The male cultivator closed his eyes and said disdainfully: "They can't catch me, and besides, I've already figured out the secret. With this pill, your death can be passed safely."

With that said, he threw out the elixir.

The elixir fluttered and fell silently in front of the gray-robed old man.

At this time, the old man's complexion became worse and worse, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The male cultivator hurriedly said: "Old man, don't pretend to be an expert, eat the magic pill quickly, or you will really die in a while."

The old man looked at the magic pill in his hand, with a difficult smile on his face.

"I can't do it, old man," he said.

The male cultivator finally showed his anxious expression, and shouted: "I have counted the secret, and this pill is enough to help you survive the calamity of death."

The old man in gray robe shook his head and said: "Time is fate, even if this old man survives this calamity, nothing can be changed."

The male cultivator looked at the old man puzzled.

The old man in gray robe said with emotion:

"There are as many practitioners in the world as crucian carp crossing the river, but few are proficient in the six arts."

"For hundreds of years..."

"I only have you as a true disciple."

"You must remember—"

"We know too many things. Not only are the monsters trying to kill us quickly, but even the various sects in the human race are half in awe and half suspicious of us."

Nanxiu stood up and sternly shouted: "Stop talking about such useless things, and quickly eat the magic pill!"

The old man smiled lightly, the wrinkles between his brows gradually smoothed away, but his eyes became sharper.

He seemed to have made some kind of decision.

"...Teacher, listen to me carefully."

"Your talent is unique, but you are envied by heaven and earth. You were born blind, one-armed, and lacking in meridians, which cannot be cured by Taoism."

"Your fate has long been predetermined. Over the years, even the old man has been unable to change your fate—"

As he said that, the gray-robed old man suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped the male cultivator hard on the chest with all his strength.

The male cultivator didn't take any precautions, and was immediately beaten to pieces.

When he was dying, he opened his gray eyes and looked at the old man in disbelief.

"My... death... so..."

he said reluctantly.

The old man stuffed the magic pill into the mouth of the male cultivator, took a few steps back, and made a seal with both hands.

A series of mysterious waves exuding astonishing power emanated from the old man, condensed into spirit patterns out of thin air, and sank into the male cultivator's body one after another.

"Apprentice."

"Use the magic pill to help you change your life, this is the only thing you can do as a teacher."

Nanxiu reluctantly took his last breath and said, "Why..."

"Because this war is just the beginning, and the end is already doomed."

The gray-robed old man sighed: "There is a great terror hidden in the void. It has been staring at our world. I have thought hard for a long time, but I have no way to deal with it. I can't even see the truth clearly and I am about to die."

"Teacher, I hope you can... survive..."

"This is my last wish."

(End of this chapter)