purgatory artist

Chapter 312 Speak!
fake!
This scabbard is also fake!
Liu Ping turned his head slowly and glanced at Zhao Hongcai.

Zhao Hongcai said with a pale face:

"Impossible, why is it still fake?"

Looking at his shocked and lost expression, Liu Ping suddenly understood something.

Not just Twilight.

These strong men from the past era actually have their eyes on more than just themselves under the title of "Twilight Man".

——And this bronze knife that can change the fate of the main world.

If you can't help yourself find the scabbard, then in case you die in the past era——

"Dian Jin Zhao, I have a question."

"You said."

"If I die in your era, then this prison-suppressing knife will remain in your era...it will never appear in the future further than mine, will it?"

"Yes."

"If it doesn't appear in the future—"

"In the distant future, when human beings face an unsolvable situation again, the whole world will lose the chance of escape."

Both fell silent.

scabbard--

Where is the scabbard?
At this time, the surrounding monsters had discovered the two of them.

A few phantoms disappeared in the void, flying towards them silently.

Zhao Hongcai waved his card and shouted:

"let's go!"

In an instant, the surrounding lights and shadows flowed away quickly.

Time began to become immeasurable.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a moment, maybe a few hours.

suddenly.

The two landed on solid ground.

Liu Ping looked around, and saw that there were many high-rise buildings all around, and there were many people coming and going on the busy streets.

In the twilight, there was a sense of tranquility and peace.

"What era is this?" he asked.

"The era when the unknown has not yet appeared - we need a safe environment, think about it carefully." Zhao Hongcai said.

The two walked along the road and soon saw a teahouse.

They entered the teahouse, went up to the second floor, and found a quiet private room to sit down.

"Don't you have any more clues?" Liu Ping asked.

"Except for the three just now, we have checked the other knife holders, and their scabbards are all fake." Zhao Hongcai said in a shocked tone.

From this moment on, all speculation about scabbards in human history is over.

Because the scabbard never appeared.

Liu Ping thought for a while, then asked again; "No, there must be the first person to get the prison-suppressing knife, who did he give the scabbard to?"

"About that person, it is a secret that cannot be known, and no one can pry into it." Zhao Hongcai said.

"—then there is no other way, so we lost the chance to find the scabbard?" Liu Ping spread his hands.

Zhao Hongcai looked at him and said seriously: "As long as you don't use this knife anymore, fate will not bite you back."

"Then this knife will be useless." Liu Ping sighed.

"At least you're alive."

"But if you encounter a situation where you must die—"

The two looked at each other and didn't speak.

Yes.

If you encounter a mortal situation, the only way is to use this knife.

Just like the previous knife holders——

Although you can't save yourself, you can at least save the world.

——Is this the fate of all knife bearers?

Liu Ping closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and calmed himself down.

At this moment, you must remain calm.

"Thinking about it carefully, how else can I get information about the scabbard?"

He turned his eyes to the void, and landed on the "fetters of fate" again.

When I was in Yong Ye, "The Fetters of Fate" only told me that I must go to the real world.

When he arrived at the real world of the past era, "The Fetters of Destiny" discovered more clues:

"Historically, all the people who held this knife were truly powerful sword users, but because they cherished the number of times they saved the world, they always just launched the "suppressing life" to cut off the time and space of destruction, turning it into peeling In the parallel world, but did not activate the 'see off', so lost the opportunity to find the scabbard."

See off.

The clues are hidden in the extinction.

Do you want to start Seeing Extinction?

But which peeling parallel world should I go to?
I remember that the heroic interface once said that the prison knife and the scabbard have different missions.

--mission!
If the mission of the Suppressing Prison Knife is to constantly chop off the fate of destruction, so that the world can continue...

So, what is the mission of the scabbard?
Liu Ping stood up, walked around the tea room, and suddenly opened the window to look out.

On the street, a peaceful scene.

The world is at peace.

At this moment, the first dimension card has not yet been created.

Unknown bodies have not yet appeared in the human world.

"No, we must meet the first person in history to hold this knife, so that we can know the complete truth." Liu Ping said.

"That period of history has been completely sealed and cannot be reached." Zhao Hongcai said.

Liu Ping changed his words and continued:
"So, when was the first time that the prison-suppressing knife cut out of the parallel world?"

Zhao Hongcai was startled, and he stood up abruptly and said, "The prison-suppressing knife cut out of the parallel world for the first time, before it was obtained by humans!"

He took a few heavy breaths, and said in a deep voice: "On the day it was born, it launched a 'suppression' in the state of no owner, which alarmed those strong people, and everyone knew about it."

"You mean, it cut open the parallel world without an owner?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes." Zhao Hongcai said.

Liu Ping said: "Go, let's go and have a look!"

"Originally this was also an extremely confidential moment, completely sealed by an unknown force, but I remember—"

As Zhao Hongcai said, he took out a card and looked at it.

"Ah, yes," he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and continued: "Those who hold the prison-suppressing blade can obtain this access."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Hongcai had already drawn out a card and fanned it lightly.

boom--

The surrounding scene turned into blurred light and shadow.

Under the boundless gust of wind, an invisible force gripped the two of them tightly, dragging them towards a certain moment in history.

flight.

flight.

Boom!
Liu Ping fell heavily to the ground.

I saw that this was the top of a mountain.

The sky is blue and the fields are peaceful.

"In one minute, the prison-suppressing knife will be born-this is the moment of being sealed. There has never been a time to come here to observe. We are the first batch." Zhao Hongcai said.

The two waited quietly.

After counting interest.

The sky split apart soundlessly.

A bronze long knife quietly emerged, slashing towards the surrounding void!
The strange fluctuations quickly emanated from the blade, sweeping across the entire world at an extremely fast speed.

"It's 'Suppressing Life'! It launched 'Suppressing Life'!"

Liu Ping shouted in a low voice.

"I didn't see the scabbard! Could it be that it hasn't had a scabbard since it appeared?" Zhao Hongcai said in a daze.

"An artifact won't do meaningless things. What is it doing for this 'suppressing life'?" Liu Ping thought hard.

Zhao Hongcai asked: "The only answer is hidden in the parallel world it cut off—maybe you can use 'see off' to see the parallel world it cut off?"

Liu Ping clenched the long knife tightly, lingered in his heart for a long time, and suddenly said:
"No, we all overlooked a problem."

"What's the problem?" Zhao Hongcai asked.

Liu Ping turned around sharply and looked at Zhao Hongcai, and said solemnly: "The knife just now was cut by itself, do you know what it means?"

Zhao Hongcai gradually came to his senses.

He couldn't help taking a step back, and lost his voice: "This is impossible! It has never been shown in history—"

Liu Ping answered: "But we have seen the facts."

He raised the blade of nothingness in his hand and shook it lightly.

A long bronze knife emerged.

Liu Ping tied the Blade of Nothingness around his waist, and turned to hold the long bronze saber.

He stared at the long knife and said softly:

"The long knife has a spirit."

"—If there is no spirit, it can't cut that knife by itself."

Zhao Hongcai was silent for a few breaths, then suddenly drew a card from a bunch of cards, placed it in front of Liu Ping and said:
"This is our top card for summoning spirits. It can awaken the spirits on all objects—as long as that spirit exists."

Liu Ping said: "Then use it."

He held up the knife, and Zhao Hongcai tossed the card lightly.

Bang!
The card turned into a round of colorful lights and fell on the body of the bronze knife.

Quiet.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

—Still quiet.

The two looked at each other, both a little nervous.

"Is it done?" Liu Ping asked.

"I don't know." Zhao Hongcai shook his head.

Liu Ping raised the bronze knife, pondered for a few breaths, and said, "Suppressing prison, are you there?"

Waited for a while.

A faint voice sounded from the long knife:
"I always."

Liu Ping said: "Always there?"

"Yes." Long Dao continued.

"Then why are you ignoring us?" Liu Ping asked.

"You also ignored me." Long Dao said.

It whined in a low voice: "Everyone who gets me has a face full of bitterness and hatred, as if they shoulder the fate of all mankind and are always ready to die. No one cares about talking to me."

"You are so impolite and you don't say hello to me, why should I care about you?"

Liu Ping was stunned.

Zhao Hongcai was stunned.

——Dear you, you've been awake all this time!
Just because no one talks to you, so in all this long history, you never spoke?
rude...

The reason is really——

It's so simple, so shocking!
Zhao Hongcai squatted down covering his face.

Liu Ping regained his composure and said, "Suppressing Prison, do you know where your scabbard is?"

The voice on the long knife suddenly became angry:
"Scabbard? I don't have a scabbard!"

"No?" Liu Ping asked in surprise.

"That's right, never!" Changdao said angrily.

Liu Ping's heart sank, but he still kept his tone steady, and continued: "Did you know? Everyone who holds you is dead because there is no scabbard."

"What can I do about it? This is the power of fate of the knife itself, a natural ability of mine, and I can't control it." The jailer knife said.

It suddenly said in an extremely disappointed tone: "Liu Ping, I thought you would be different from other people, but I didn't expect you to be equally dull. It's ridiculous that you didn't say hello to me until now."

"I was wrong, I was wrong, please continue." Liu Ping answered immediately.

The long knife hummed aggrievedly: "I clearly told Sequence the attributes of the scabbard, and let it pass it on to you, but you are still going back and forth in time, pretending to be busy—you Isn't this waiting to die?"

Liu Ping never fell into a sluggish time in such an intensive time in his life.

He was silent for a while, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his heart.

Is it...

Is it! ! ! !
He also said in an aggrieved tone: "I don't want to time travel anymore, I almost don't know what era I am from!"

"Then why don't you hurry up and act?" The Prison Knife shouted.

act quickly...

The properties of the scabbard have already told me...

and many more!

It was—that thing!

"But there is no scabbard, where can I find it for you?" Liu Ping tried again.

The Prison Knife said faintly: "Without you, wouldn't you make one? Do you understand the cultivation system? I have been waiting for thousands of years to pray to heaven and earth!"

"You never greeted me, and you died one by one, let alone making a sheath for me. This is the tragedy of human destiny."

Boom!
Center the red heart.

Liu Ping suddenly became enlightened.

Yes!

Never had a scabbard—

So we need to make a scabbard for the Prison Knife!

Zhao Hongcai murmured in despair at the side: "It turns out that the value of the prison knife is to find a way to make the scabbard..."

The long knife heard it.

"You humans will reproduce, but is your self-worth to reproduce?"

It said coldly.

(End of this chapter)