purgatory artist

Chapter 39 The Pain Lady
Liu Ping was extremely speechless watching lines of small characters dissipate into the void.

This unreliable fellow!

He walked into the tent of Taiwei Palace and was about to sit down on the futon when his heart suddenly moved.

and many more.

The deity cultivator——

Elder Wang.

Before he left with all the Nascent Soul cultivators, he once said: "...I dare to bet you, this time is our great opportunity, hurry up!"

He is gambling.

But his title is "abuse gambler".

— A gambler.

Nine out of ten bets.

What would happen if he lost the bet?
There was an inexplicable chill on Liu Ping's back.

Several monks from Taiwei Palace were absent.

There is a Jindan stage monster in the camp and has found himself.

If Elder Wang loses the bet——

Liu Ping paused for a few breaths, and slowly pulled out a card from his bosom.

That throwback card from the bartender!

He stared at the card with some hesitation in his heart.

Gold core monster.

I can't beat it now.

but……

After finally coming in and getting the status of Taiwei Palace disciple, could it be that he just left like this?
——Xie Dongliu has awakened, and has the sect title of "Death Scholar", and is a quite powerful combat practitioner.

Do you want to stay and wait for him, and then go back to Taiwei Palace?
Moreover, once he comes back, he will definitely bring back information about the large-scale skyfall.

Unable to sit still, Liu Ping turned around and lifted the curtain, walked through the camps of various sects, and walked along the path towards Fangshi.

He quickened his pace and quickly walked into the market.

The fall from the sky just now was too shocking. At this time, the monks in the square city hardly had any thoughts on doing business. They stood together in twos and threes, communicating with each other with their spiritual thoughts.

Liu Ping quickly walked to a stall.

"Give me twenty bundles of blank talismans, and another low-level talisman pen that can be used during the foundation building period." He said.

"The talisman pen is very expensive, boy, just because you are so poor——"

Just as the monk guarding the booth said a few words, he caught a glimpse of the long row of storage bags on his waist.

The monk smiled and said, "Chenghui two hundred spirit stones."

Liu Ping paid the money, turned around and left.

He quickly came to another stall, glanced at it, and said, "Excuse me, how do you sell Shengsan this time?"

The stall owner was a tall and thin male cultivator with his hands in his sleeves, and he didn't respond to Liu Ping's words.

Liu Ping sensed something was wrong and looked at Nanxiu.

I saw the male cultivator's face turned pale, cold sweat the size of broad beans broke out on his forehead, his body was trembling, and he looked at the distant sky behind Liu Ping in despair.

"Then... what is that thing!"

He roared almost out of control.

At this time, the people around were called out by him, and they all stopped what they were doing, and all looked towards the sky outside the camp.

Liu Ping was stunned, and slowly turned around following everyone's gaze.

—but he saw nothing.

The lead clouds in the sky seemed to open for a moment, but then closed quickly, making it impossible to see what was behind the clouds.

Someone came over, saluted the tall and thin monk, and asked, "Friend Zhang Daoist, what did you see just now?"

The tall and thin monk was pale and sweaty, pointing at the sky tremblingly, speechless for a long time.

Everyone looked together.

I saw that the sky was covered with dark clouds, like a tightly covered curtain, without revealing the slightest clue.

A deafening voice came from deep in the clouds:
"I got the news that there seems to be an adult here."

"Make an urgent announcement now."

"The world below is the private property of Ms. Pain. If any noble adult is playing here, please don't continue to destroy the world plot. Please come out and meet immediately."

Liu Ping's heart skipped a beat.

According to these words, the other party seemed to think that the collapse of the plot was caused by a certain "adult".

But it's clearly self-inflicted.

The so-called "adults"...

Could it be that the words he said when he cheated the wolf demon's body from that monster last time made the other party believe it?

Because of this, the other party would say that name.

— Lady Pain.

Everything here belongs to Lady Pain.

Lady Pain...Private Property...

It was as if a lightning flashed across Liu Ping's heart.

He remembered the words of Wang Cheng back then:
"Maliciously destroying private property is an extremely bad crime in the whole world, I advise you not to do that..."

Liu Ping was silent and looked around.

All the practitioners looked blank, as if they hadn't heard those words at all.

well.

——Our world has become your private property?

——Did you ask our opinion?

Suppressing his ups and downs, Liu Ping turned around and left.

When the crowd gathered around the tall and thin monk, he had already pulled away and pressed his hands on his face along the way, changing his appearance slightly, and then walked quickly to a corner.

There are people setting up stalls here.

He hurriedly clasped his fists at the stall owner and said, "I heard about your name earlier, and your bamboo hats are exquisitely refined. I want to buy a batch, and please make a price."

The monk was looking at the crowd with his neck hooked. After hearing Liu Ping's words, he turned around, rubbed his hands with a smile and said, "It's easy to say, but I don't know how much you want?"

"All." Liu Ping said.

——The monks in Taiwei Palace are not here now.

Something seemed to happen again in the sky, and monsters also appeared in the camp.

Liu Ping could no longer care about the influence.

"What? How much do you want?" The monk asked with his eyes wide open in disbelief.

"I said—there is not one of the hidden bamboo hats you refined, and I want as many as I have."

As Liu Ping spoke, he opened his sleeves, revealing more than a dozen small and delicate storage bags tied around his waist.

……

inside the tent.

Liu Ping squatted on the ground with two stacks of talismans in front of him.

A stack of Demon-Breaking Burst Talismans and a stack of Blank Talismans.

He examined the two stacks of talismans, with a nostalgic look on his face:
"It's been a long time since I've done such delicate work... But it's better to prepare early..."

He picked up the talisman-making pen, turned over a blank talisman, and quickly drew mysterious spirit patterns on the back.

Although he hasn't done this for a long time, his movements are still skillful, and he completed the outline of the texture with almost no delay.

Close the pen.

Pick up the talisman and take a closer look, only to see that two spirit patterns have been drawn on the back.

One, the spirit suction pattern, is specially used to glue other talismans;

The two, Convergence Pattern, are designed to restrain all spiritual power fluctuations on other talismans.

With these two spirit patterns——

Liu Ping picked up a Demon Breaking Burst Talisman, and gently placed it behind the blank Talisman.

Something amazing happened.

On the back of the blank talisman, the spiritual suction pattern flashed, sucking the magic-breaking and bursting talisman, and glued them together.

All the spiritual power fluctuations on the Demon Breaking Burst Talisman disappeared immediately.

The two talismans are glued into one talisman, and its front is blank, showing its identity as a blank talisman.

——Spirit suction lines and restraint lines worked at the same time!

Liu Ping exhaled lightly.

Such a talisman, no matter who looks at it, will only think it is a blank talisman that hardly poses any threat.

No one would be intimidated by such a talisman.

It's great for surprises.

"How many spirit stones were produced by the person who asked me to study this kind of talisman? I can't remember..."

Liu Ping murmured, but kept holding on, turning all the remaining Demon-Breaking Explosion Talismans into blank talismans.

This was commissioned by a very rich second-generation disciple of the Zongmen to develop it himself. He is not very good at cultivation, but he always wants to bully others——

So this talisman is called Yinman talisman.

With such a large stack of "Yin Man Talismans" in his hands, Liu Ping felt much more at ease.

This is his unique craft.

Except for him, no one in the history of practice has ever thought of making talismans like this, and no one has created such talismans.

But that's just the beginning.

After a short rest, Liu Ping looked solemn and began to make the most important talisman of the day.

He sat in a circle, holding a talisman-making pen, and began to draw a talisman.

His hands are very steady, and each stroke outlines an extremely agile magic pattern, causing the surrounding spiritual power to gather.

No matter what sounds came from outside, it would not affect him from drawing this talisman.

——Even if the sky falls, it will not affect the trend of the pen.

After dozens of interest.

Liu Ping finally began to slowly finish writing.

The spiritual power gathered from all around, forming a special wave of spells along the winding spell lines on the talisman.

This extremely complicated talisman was finally drawn.

Liu Ping wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed wearily.

Drawing this talisman with the strength of the Foundation Establishment period is actually somewhat reluctant. If he hadn't stood at the pinnacle of the Six Arts early and had a deep understanding of talismans, it would have been impossible to complete this talisman.

This is the borrowing sign.

The borrowing talisman allows practitioners to use spiritual stones to call five times their own spiritual power to manipulate the magic circle.

——Can only manipulate magic circles.

It can be said that this is a very unpopular talisman.

But for Liu Ping at this moment, it is a very precious and practical amulet.

Liu Ping sat on the spot and adjusted his breath quietly, recovering from the exhaustion of his physical strength.

After a while.

When he confirmed that his condition had returned to the peak, he slapped the storage bag and took out the small array disk he bought earlier.

"start."

Liu Ping let out a soft drink, and quickly connected his hands on the formation plate.

There was a burst of humming from the disk array, and it began to release a barrier emitting a hazy white light.

Small hidden magic circle, done!

"Tens of thousands of spirit stones... in exchange for the control of all the war magic circles in the Western Wilderness camp... it's not a loss."

Liu Ping looked dignified, stretched out his arm and patted, and opened all ten storage bags.

Whoa!Whoa!Whoa!

The spirit stones were piled up as if they didn't need money, forming a hill in the magic circle.

(End of this chapter)