purgatory artist

Chapter 120
"start?"

Liu Ping sat cross-legged on the ground and asked.

The goddess of heaven said solemnly: "The empowerment method of our demon clan is also called soul melting."

"Melting soul? I've never heard of this." Liu Ping said.

"This method is to infuse the memory of my soul into you, so that you can directly understand the knowledge about the world of Huangquan. However, there is too much knowledge in the world of Huangquan, and it may take us a lot of time."

"Remember? This empowerment method is better than telling it directly."

"It's good, but it also has disadvantages. Because I am a demon, so when my soul connects with you, all kinds of demons will definitely be triggered in your heart. You must persevere."

"Is it my demon? Okay, got it."

Liu Ping closed his eyes and gradually entered into a calm state.

The celestial maiden kept walking around him, chanting words.

boom--

The sky was dark, and the thunder was rolling.

The catastrophe has officially begun.

I saw flickering thunderballs falling from the deep space, turning into a flash of blue and white light that was flying fast, and slashing towards Liu Ping fiercely.

The green-faced fang-toothed ghost suddenly soared into the air, tearing the thunderball apart with a pair of sharp claws.

It floated in mid-air and said loudly: "Everyone, I don't need to tell you, you all already know that the human race and demons are gathering, and the whole world will go to the final destruction."

"But you have all seen that even the goddess is explaining the knowledge of Huangquandao to him."

"Although it feels a little outrageous, but he is the successor of Shu Dao, and he has already proved it with the speed of his practice. If there is any hope in this world—"

"If we still have a chance to return to the Six Realms—"

"That's him!"

The green-faced, fang-toothed ghost took a deep breath, and said loudly, "Come on, even if it's for ourselves, we must protect him!"

All the ghosts roared in unison: "Protect him! Protect him!"

They formed an airtight circle, constantly resisting the thunder outside, while Tiannv and Liu Ping were protected by ghosts in the middle.

The curse in the mouth of the goddess suddenly stopped.

I saw one after another colorful divine light emanating from her body, swaying in the wind like a peacock spreading its tail.

"The empowerment is about to begin," said the goddess.

"Come on!" Liu Ping closed his eyes and said.

Tiannv walked lightly, walked behind him and stopped, with her arms wide open, she gently embraced him.

The streaks of divine light then fell, covering the two of them.

……

There is the sound of running water all around.

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes, only to see himself standing on a pontoon bridge.

Not far from him, an old man just picked up a baby from the water.

The old man sighed and said: "So that's the case, you are blind with one arm, no wonder no one wants you, you should follow the old man."

Liu Ping watched this scene seriously, not realizing that there were gradually dark shadows emerging from behind.

Those black shadows fluttered around him, whispering softly:
"Why did you abandon me?"

"Do you deserve to die if you are disabled?"

"This world...is full of cruel and vicious people, they have no reason to continue living."

"Kill, kill, kill them all!"

Liu Ping suddenly smiled, shook his head and said, "Okay, don't be naughty, I know you are a demon."

The black shadows froze suddenly.

next moment.

The pontoon bridge, the long river, the old man and the baby turned into light and shadow, and disappeared in a blink of an eye.

Between the sky and the earth, there is only a piece of dark yellow light left.

Followed by.

A black mountain peak that cannot be seen suddenly appeared.

It is so majestic and magnificent, with an ancient and vicissitudes of life, as if it has existed since the prehistoric era.

Then the voice of the goddess sounded: "In the world of Huangquan, there is a big iron mountain. This mountain connects to the sky and connects to hell. It blocks the endless wind and disaster in the void, allowing the world of the dead to survive..."

Following the Tiannv's narration, countless knowledge related to the Great Iron Surrounding Mountain kept flashing in Liu Ping's mind.

At this moment, he seemed to be a goddess, seeking past knowledge only through memory.

time flies.

He has memorized all the knowledge related to the Great Iron Surrounding Mountain.

At some point, another black shadow emerged from behind him, and began to create various illusions.

next moment.

Liu Ping opened his eyes unconsciously.

He found himself on a rough mountain road.

Several teenagers in Taoist clothes surrounded the young self, and laughed loudly: "Look at this monster, he can't see it, and he's missing a hand. I really don't know how he learned Taoism!"

"But that's all there is to it, you see—"

A teenager kicked out suddenly, kicking his young self into the air.

"Hahaha, he doesn't know how to fight! He doesn't even know how to fight with martial arts!" The boy laughed loudly.

Countless black shadows embraced Liu Ping, whispering in his ear:
"These people are born vicious."

"They take pleasure in bullying others. Even if they have the aptitude for cultivation, they only become more destructive."

"Why? Why do you want to save such a person?"

"Let them die."

"Revenge, go kill them all!"

Liu Ping watched with gusto, and didn't get angry at all when he heard the words, he just smiled and said, "Do you think I looked like a dog when I was kicked out?"

boom--

The black shadow spread out directly.

The illusion in that memory turned into streams of gray and disappeared into the void.

Liu Ping once again came to the dark mountain that penetrated the sky and pierced the earth.

He turned his head and looked behind him.

A dim yellow river flowed from the sky, surrounded by clouds and mists, and rolled towards the depths of the endless dark void.

The voice of the goddess sounded again: "The river of reincarnation... the river of forgetfulness."

"All the dead have to go through the River of Forgetfulness before they can be reincarnated again and go to the other five realms in samsara."

A gust of wind blew, Liu Ping slightly closed his eyes.

In his consciousness, Wangchuan Dajiang's past and the knowledge contained in it kept emerging.

He began to remember Wang Chuan's past.

time flies.

After an unknown amount of time, he had memorized all the knowledge related to Wang Chuan.

At this time, the black shadow behind him became even more massive, almost turning into substance, covering him again and again.

The world has changed.

Liu Ping found himself in the snowy wilderness.

A female cultivator stood in the snowstorm, looking shyly at her other self.

"Liu Ping, I like you."

nuns.

"But I'm blind, don't you dislike me?" He hesitated.

"What does that matter? Your Six Arts has already surpassed the monks of your generation. You are the most talented person. I like you like this." The nun said.

"Then—alright," he said.

Liu Ping watched as he walked forward step by step, wanting to hold the opponent's hand.

Suddenly, dozens of practitioners came out from the snow, all laughing and saying:
"He actually took it seriously."

"Hahaha, a guy like him really thinks he can capture Fairy Zhang's heart."

"Look, look, he wants to stretch Fairy's hand."

"Monster Liuping!"

"Such a person wants a toad to eat swan meat?"

Liu Ping stood aside, quietly looking at himself who was at a loss and the practitioners around him.

A boundless black shadow emerged from behind him, uttering a raving voice:

"How ugly is the human heart."

"They take pleasure in calculating others and exalt themselves by laughing at others."

"There's no point in these guys being alive."

"They deserve to die!"

Liu Ping groaned without speaking, but just looked at himself back then.

Suddenly, Yana's voice sounded in his heart.

"Is this your old self?" she asked.

"That's right, this is me in my previous life—actually, I can't say the same about my previous life. I just ate a magic pill, suspended animation for a long time, and then changed my appearance." Liu Ping said.

Yana was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly said: "I think you are more handsome in the previous life."

"Why?" Liu Ping asked.

"The you at that time—although your body was crippled, but your face showed real emotion—and in our purgatory and eternal night, even those powerful and incomparable demon kings, throughout their lives, never Dare to show real emotion."

Yana lowered her voice and said, "You are very brave, Liu Ping."

Liu Ping smiled and said, "You seemed to have paid a big price when you gave me that 'Night God's Cloak of Nothingness'. Is it better now?"

Yana whispered: "It's better. I wanted to see how the demons torment you, but I didn't see any pain in your heart."

Liu Ping said: "Pain because of other people's deeds? No, they are always trapped in their own ugliness, sad and unaware, and forever tortured by it. This is pain they cannot perceive, but it is not mine, Yana."

boom--

All the black shadows dispersed from behind him, turning into swirling ashes.

The world was dark.

The torrential river comes from the sky and flows towards the depths of samsara.

There are floating corpses on the river, one by one, following different undercurrents, heading for different directions.

Liu Ping stood on the river with his hands behind his back, waiting quietly.

The voice of the celestial girl echoed around again with a trace of anxiety: "I will tell you about hell, but that's all I can say."

"Why?" Liu Ping asked.

"We've spent too much time. Your catastrophe is coming to an end, and the war between humans and demons has begun. You must create a magical skill as soon as possible," said the goddess.

"Alright, tell me about hell." Liu Ping said.

The river moved aside.

At the bottom of the river, a long road appeared in front of Liu Ping.

Liu Ping felt that he kept moving forward, passed the long distance, entered the belly of the big iron-encircled mountain, and then kept going down——

Countless screams and screams of pain followed.

"Hell... There are eighteen levels in total, and it is the place of atonement for all sinful beings." The voice of the goddess sounded.

As she narrated, knowledge related to hell began to appear in Liu Ping's memory one by one.

(End of this chapter)