purgatory artist

Chapter 33 He's Stuck
Inside the barracks.

"So you are on the side of practitioners?" the little girl asked tentatively.

Liu Ping shook his head.

"You chose to destroy the plot to save the world? For justice?" the little girl continued to ask.

"You don't have to regard me as a representative of practitioners. I don't represent anyone. I just fulfill my own ideas. It doesn't mean that I can save them." Liu Ping said.

"Then what do you think—" the little girl asked.

"Wouldn't this be more interesting?" Liu Ping said seriously.

Darkness surrounded him, soundless, still.

The little girl laughed silently, looking very happy.

She threw a glass bottle to Liu Ping.

"You are a bit unexpected, come, we can have a drink."

"What is this?" Liu Ping asked.

"Beer—you probably haven't had it, your world doesn't have this kind of alcohol."

The little girl took out a rose-colored glass bottle, opened it by herself, and said to Liu Ping:
"Come on, we should have a drink to celebrate."

"To celebrate what?" Liu Ping asked.

"Celebrate that everything is about to go off the rails." The little girl said.

Following her example, Liu Ping opened the bottle and took a tentative sip.

"How does it taste?" asked the little girl.

"I really like this taste...By the way, what kind of wine are you drinking?"

"I'm drinking a drink."

"You toasted with me, but you ended up drinking?" Liu Ping asked.

"She's a little girl, and besides, when you're drinking, you watch it for a long time before you take a sip. Does that count as a toast?" the little girl said.

The two looked at each other, and they seemed to be a little more familiar.

"I'm Liu Ping, how about you?" Liu Ping said.

"I am an existence in Eternal Night, I can't tell you anything else, otherwise you will be in great trouble." The little girl said flatly.

"Eternal Night? I also woke up from Eternal Night. The whole world of practice wakes up from Eternal Night. We are all existences in Eternal Night." Liu Ping said.

"You don't have to test me," the little girl smiled and said, "Actually, your entire world and even all practitioners do not belong to Yongye."

"Then what is Yong Ye?" Liu Ping asked.

"It is the sleeping place of the dead." The little girl said.

"But you're awake." Liu Ping said.

"In the past era, I have always slept well, but since the world of practice came, I woke up, and I was prone to insomnia." The little girl said distressedly.

The void behind her gradually shattered, revealing a barren, dark wilderness.

"You've made your choice, so I have to prepare," she said.

"What are you going to do?" Liu Ping asked.

"When the first point where the plot is going to collapse, I will show you the reality of this world." The little girl put down the bottle and said.

She retreated step by step into the wilderness.

The void gradually closed.

she left.

Liu Ping stood there thinking for a while, then turned to look at the beer in his hand.

A few lines of small words floated above the bottle of beer:
"Name: The Best Drink."

"Craft beer, wort concentration 11.5°P."

"Ingredients: water, malt, honey, hops, etc."

"—from a certain skyfall."

It turned out that this wine did not come from Yong Ye.

Liu Ping drank all the beer in one breath, put away the bottle, and walked out of the barracks slowly.

It was still dark.

He looked up for a while, then took a step, walked through several barracks, over the densely packed tombstones, and came to the teleportation circle.

The cultivator stood in front of the magic circle, reached out and pinched a few formulas, and the magic circle suddenly lit up.

"You can go to three places, namely the vanguard camp, the Xiaoqi camp and the armory reserve." The practitioner said.

He turned around, looked at Liu Ping with a smile and said:
"But according to the rules, people who leave here have to go through my examination school to see if they have really fully recovered before they can send you to different places."

"How to test the school?" Liu Ping asked.

"Tell me about your feelings about this war, and then pass it by." The cultivator said.

Liu Ping looked at each other.

In the void before his eyes, lines of small characters quickly appeared.

However, these small characters are in normal fonts:
"Important reminder: The opponent is a great monk of the Canonization Period, and it is not something you can defeat."

"You have three strategies to choose from:"

"The first one is to show courage and have a heart for the common people. If you express yourself in this way, and you are calm and comfortable in battle, the opponent will send you to the forward camp;

"The second is to cry bitterly, tell the misery of the war, and be desperate in the battle, and the other party will send you to the Xiaoqi Camp;
"The third type, if you fail to achieve the above two items, the other party will send you to the armory reserve."

All fine print is displayed.

A line of cool burning fonts slowly appeared:

"Tip: If you want to break the current plot, please do not follow the above prompt."

Liu Ping was speechless.

Unexpectedly, the sequence is also competing with the plot font.

He looked at the cultivator opposite, smiled and said:

"Senior, why don't we go through it first."

The practitioner said: "Okay, you can attack directly."

Liu Pingdao: "I only have foundation-building cultivation, senior, why don't you suppress your strength in the foundation-building stage? Otherwise, I can't beat you at all, and it's pointless to fight."

The cultivator laughed loudly, shook his head and said, "Do young people nowadays like to be competitive?"

As he said that, he withdrew his entire body, and his level of spiritual power gradually dropped to a level similar to that of Liu Ping.

"It's not about competing for victory, it's just for more fun." Liu Ping said.

"Okay, come on."

"I am coming."

Liu Ping leaned forward and punched the opponent's front door.

Snapped!
His fist was pressed by the opponent's palm.

"It turned out to be a martial artist." The practitioner said with a smile.

Suddenly, the cultivator's expression changed.

At some point, his palm was already covered with frost, and it was frozen together with the opponent's fist.

The cultivator pushed his palm forward vigorously——

The frost covering his arm was shattered immediately, but quickly condensed into shape again. Instead of being pushed away, Liu Ping seemed to be stuck to his palm.

The two were stuck together with fists and palms, unable to separate, so they had to use the other hand and both feet to fight.

Liu Ping fought more than ten strokes with the opponent, evenly divided, without any loss.

"The boxing technique is solid." The cultivator gave a thumbs up.

"Thanks for the compliment, be careful." Liu Ping said.

This boxing technique is very profound, and it is a masterpiece created by myself. Now it can only exert its power at one level during the foundation establishment period.

The next moment-

But he saw layers of frosty mist emitting from Liu Ping's body, transforming into seven or eight figures.

The cultivator was checking with his divine sense, but he saw a fist rushing out of many phantoms and fixed in front of his face.

——It was the fist that was frozen together with his palm!

boom!
A terrifying spiritual pressure erupted from the cultivator, and it turned into a strong wind, blowing Liu Ping away.

There was a complex look on his face.

——As a monk in the Holy Land, his dignity does not allow him to be hit by a foundation-building monk.

Therefore, the only way to liberate strength.

Liu Ping flew back tens of feet in the air, landed lightly on the ground, and said with a smile:
"Senior, let it go."

The cultivator looked down at his palm, and saw that his palm was frozen together with a hollow fist-shaped ice cube.

"It seems that the dozens of punches you punched me were all to make me think that your other hand was frozen and you couldn't punch anymore." The practitioner said.

"Yes." Liu Ping admitted.

"Which school of boxing do you belong to?" the practitioner asked.

"I created it myself." Liu Ping said.

"Do you have a name?"

"It's called En En Ai Ai Fighting and Fighting."

"...It is obviously a good frost boxing technique, why is it called this name?"

"There used to be a pair of monks and monks. The woman had to compete with the man every night, and she was not allowed to sleep without the competition."

"This is normal, isn't it the end of the sparring?"

"But every time the man wins, the woman becomes furious, turns around and runs, closing the cave door and not letting in."

"Then it's over if the woman is left."

"The two are about the same strength. If the man gives in, he will be beaten into a pig's head and even injured. He will lose interest in doing some beautiful things that he wanted to do at night."

"So this boxing technique..."

"Yes, that male cultivator found me and entrusted me to develop this set of En En Ai Ai Fighting Fighting Boxing. In this way, it can not only win the opponent, but also prevent the opponent from running away."

The practitioner thought for a while.

If I hadn't released the spiritual pressure of the holy realm just now, the other party would have been able to entangle me around me and beat me up, releasing ice from time to time to make the two of us stick together.

——I can't escape at all.

"It's a good one who loves to fight and fight. This close-fitting boxing technique... can use Bingshuang so well that I can't get away. It's pretty good."

While nodding in praise, he took out the formation board and began to set up the formation.

"Senior, wait, I've already won, can I choose a place to go?" Liu Ping asked.

"The Pioneer Camp, the Xiaoqi Camp, and the Ordnance Department are all good places, otherwise where do you want to go?" the practitioner asked.

"It's good, but I'm afraid I can't go to the places you mentioned." He said.

"Why?" said the practitioner of the Canonization Period.

"Because my sect has perished in the war, and I am the only one left." Liu Ping said.

The opponent froze.

This is really unexpected.

For a while.

The monk in the Holy Land asked, "Who are you?"

"Baishengmen, Liu Ping."

Liu Ping said.

——This is the identity Master prepared for himself.

But the entire initial scene has changed, the previous two practitioners disappeared, replaced by the person in front of them.

Can this identity still be used?

Liu Ping stared at the Practitioner of the Conferred Saint Realm opposite him.

"A rare and special situation... Let me think about it... Such a situation almost never happens, where should I send you?"

The cultivator thought for a while, then looked at him seriously and said: "The West Wilderness Camp is a transfer place for transporting troops, and now it is responsible for relocating monks whose sects have been destroyed. By the way, which sect do you belong to?" ?what is it call?"

"Baishengmen, Liu Ping." Liu Ping said.

"Which sect do you belong to? What's your name?" The other party asked again.

Liu Ping looked at the other party and didn't speak.

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"Which sect are you from? What's your name?"

"..."

The other party kept asking repeatedly, and the expression on his face had become dull.

Lines of burning small characters quickly emerged:
"He's stuck."

"You destroyed the original plot, and the opponent's soul will gradually enter a state of sobriety."

"The original plot began to collapse."

"Everything is about to move in an unpredictable direction."

"Estimated time: seven seconds."

"Seven, six, five...two, one!"

(End of this chapter)