purgatory artist

Chapter 113 The Young Dragon
Blood spilled.

The battle in the sky continues.

The clown stood where he was, laughing, stretched out his hands, and fumbled in various pockets on his body.

"Looking for cigarettes?"

The male repairman handed over a cardboard box, and a cigarette was already sticking out halfway inside.

"——No, I heard that this thing hurts the body."

The clown shook his head, took out a candy box from his hip pocket, opened it carefully, took out a colorful candy and put it in his mouth.

He showed a look of enjoyment.

"What are you doing?"

While asking, the male cultivator looked down at the book in his hand.

I saw that the content related to "Fallen Conjurer" in the book gradually disappeared, replaced by words related to clowns.

"Pleasing—are you pleasing yourself?" Nanxiu asked.

"No, I'm thinking about it." The clown said.

"What do you miss?"

"My time as a clown should be running out." The clown said.

"Oh? Are you about to advance?" the male cultivator asked with interest.

"I'm afraid it will be soon."

The Joker draws a card from the void.

He put the card in front of his eyes and saw that it was a double-barreled shotgun.

The card blurred for a while, and the picture on it suddenly turned into a Gatling gun.

The clown glanced up at the sky.

I saw that although the card master only had one hand left, he opened his mouth and let out a painful howl, retreated quickly, and said: "Soul come!"

"you are dreaming!"

The devil sneered, and fire burst out from his body, quickly spreading towards the entire void.

A soul that had just emerged was suddenly hit by the flames, and it disappeared into nothingness in the air.

The Fallen Conjurer immediately flew back.

The devil chased after him.

The two sides fought vigorously, and it was impossible to tell the winner for a while.

"Ah—I'm afraid the machine gun can't kill him."

The clown murmured, put the card in his pocket, stretched out his hand and drew it towards the void again.

Another card was drawn by him.

On the card, Andrea stood by a spring, looking at the clown with a smile on her face.

"Need me anything?" she asked.

"I don't employ child labor, but this is an invitation between friends." The clown said.

"What's the invitation?" Andrea asked.

"Fight." The clown asked.

"Can you kill him?" Andrea asked.

"Of course, go and kill that guy."

The clown said, throwing the card out.

Lines of burning small characters floated in the air:
"You have drawn the Heroic Spirit Card: Andrea, Lord of Crimson."

"This 'please' has taken effect."

"Heroic Spirit Andrea is about to be customized."

"Andrea gained a short-term growth with your power, and got a new name:"

"The Demon Seeking Whelpling, Andrea."

Bang!
The white mist rose violently, and a petite figure appeared in the mist.

Andrea!

Wearing double ponytails and a colorful miniskirt, she casually grabbed a spear from the void and rushed into the sky.

"It's that Heroic Spirit—hell, I've been tricked!" The Fallen Conjurer said angrily.

He reached out to draw a card, but was blocked by the devil's consecutive melee attacks.

at the same time.

On the ground, the clown raised one hand again, made a shooting motion, and said:

"Bah!"

Around Dark Mist Town, all magic circles gathered into an ocean of spiritual light——

This sea has been suppressed for too long, and now it has finally turned into a beam of light, passing through the sky in an instant, and blasting towards the fallen magician.

After all, the fallen conjurer didn't dare to be careless. He dodged to the side and was about to avoid the attack of the magic circle, but it was too late.

The next moment, Andrea was in front of her.

Her figure whirled, dancing spear shadows in the air.

The devil was about to make a move at the side, glanced at her, and immediately flew away in fear, as if he was afraid of getting something on her.

The fallen conjurer dodged back and forth among the beam of light and the shadow of the spear, and finally avoided all attacks and flew away.

"Huh...you want to kill me, it's still very early." The fallen magician said.

Andrea stood still.

Seeing her crimson eyes emitting a faint light of flames, she chuckled and said, "That's not necessarily the case."

With a stretch of her figure, she turned into a graceful flame dragon in the air, and spit out a ball of flames towards the front.

The fallen conjurer hastily pulled out a card, and shouted: "The trajectory changes!"

The raging flames suddenly turned a corner and flew towards the sky above.

The fallen conjurer breathed a sigh of relief, and suddenly his whole body shook.

Opposite him, the flame dragon had disappeared.

Andrea quietly appeared behind him, and the dark red spear in her hand had pierced his chest.

"The evil you have done will be devoured by my weapons," Andrea said.

boom--

The fallen conjurer turned into a human-shaped flame, passed through the long dark night sky, and flew towards the earth.

Andrea caught up, grabbed the corpse, and fell towards the clown.

"This guy is our trophy."

she said to the clown.

"Actually, I was also going to fly up to fight him, but you killed him in the end. It's a pity." The clown kept rubbing his hands, as if he was anxious because he didn't make a move.

The clown and the male cultivator looked at the corpse together, only to see that the corpse of the fallen conjurer had been thrown on the ground at random by her, leaving only a pile of bones.

Although with the help of the clown, the fallen conjurer had to dodge the blow that triggered the formation, but it killed the opponent with just one blow.

——This kind of strength is simply eye-catching.

Nanxiu took a step back apprehensively, and greeted the clown, "Your heroic spirit is very strong, no wonder the goddess put you in as a saint."

"It's ridiculous."

The clown reached out and took out a small bag from his arms, and threw it to the other party.

"What is this—oh, clown, you're a delight."

The male repaired the bag with a smile on his face.

The male cultivator looked at him, then at Andrea, thought for a while, and finally said: "For your help, we should give you a reward."

"Your Excellency, I want a Life and Soul Card." The clown said.

"It's okay—ordinarily, we will confiscate all his belongings and fill the warehouse of the goddess for this kind of behavior of entering the private world, but you have helped a lot in the battle, and I will give you one at the discretion." The male cultivator said.

He walked to the pile of bones and chanted an obscure incantation.

A card flew out from the pile of bones and landed firmly in the hands of the male cultivator.

——It was the Life and Soul Card!

The clown took the card and said with a smile, "Thank you, it's not just your name?"

The male cultivator said: "You don't need to know my name, the chances of us coming from purgatory are getting less and less, and you may have to rely more on yourself in the future."

"Why is that so?" asked the Joker.

The male cultivator lowered his voice and said: "Behave well, soon, you will leave this practice world and return to purgatory."

"There are two saints on my side." The clown said.

"They are trash, don't compare with them, understand?"

"I see."

"Very well, let's go."

Nanxiu nodded at the clown, his expression froze on his face, and he fell straight to the ground.

He became an unconscious corpse again.

In the sky, the devil opened a huge burning door, walked into it and disappeared.

—they're all gone.

The clown walked towards Zhao Chanyi, and gently pressed the soul card on her heart.

Bang!
The entire card immediately turned into a star-like brilliance, spinning around Zhao Chanyi at high speed, and then all of them were submerged into her delicate body.

Lines of burning small characters floated in the void:

"You used the card: Fate Soul on Zhao Chanyi."

"The opponent's life soul has been greatly replenished, and the vitality of the nine-life cat demon has begun to recover."

Inside the restaurant, there was silence.

Zhao Chanyi closed her eyes, felt the breath quietly, and the corners of her mouth gradually raised an arc.

Behind her, suddenly appeared a complete snow-white tail.

"Wow, Liuping, my tails are finally back... Meow meow meow meow!"

She threw away the bamboo hat, rushed forward, hugged the clown, and kept rubbing her head against the clown's neck.

"Okay, be serious." The clown said helplessly.

The cat was unmoved.

"Hey, there are people around." The clown said.

"The war is not over yet, we are not happy yet." The clown said.

The cat ignored him.

"It's just a tail. You may lose your life again in the next battle. You have to be vigilant." The clown said.

"You know? Now that you've become a human being, don't use the cat trick anymore. I can't feel your joy." The clown said.

The cat doesn't listen.

"I know you are happy, you can come down now." The clown said.

"The person just said that there will be drastic changes soon, we still have a lot of things to do, we have to hurry up." The clown said in a serious tone.

—but the cat continued to happily rub against his neck.

Andrea stuck out her tongue, shook her head and said:

"This guy really looks like a cat trying to please you."

(End of this chapter)