purgatory artist

Chapter 4 Again
Liu Ping is burying people.

On the ground, the traces of being crushed by Lingshi Mountain have already been cleaned up by him.

Those practitioners who had died were packed in coffins by him and buried in the ground one by one.

This work is not tiring, but more cumbersome.

But there is no way--

Liu Ping wants to explain why he buried Wang Cheng.

a moment.

He wiped the sweat from his brow, and went through the previous scene in his heart.

——Should be able to hide it.

Apart from the matter of killing Wang Cheng, there are actually some strange things that I haven't had time to think about.

Time.

Liu Ping couldn't help looking up at the sky.

Too much time has passed, but the dark sky has not changed in the slightest.

It should be Yinshi...

No.

The world has problems.

Liu Ping pondered, and took out the string of copper coins from the storage bag.

Most of the practitioners are hardly connected to the world, so each school only prepares some secular money and things for the low-level disciples.

This string of copper coins is in line with Liu Ping's status as a disciple of a small sect in the Qi refining period.

Besides--

In the practice world, only hexagrams can use copper coins.

Liu Ping took out six copper coins and threw them out, and said in a low voice: "Ding Jia takes turns, and they come out at four o'clock."

Jingle Jingle!

The six copper coins collided non-stop, and then all stood on the ground!

Liu Ping's eyelids twitched.

Impossible, why can't it be calculated?
Although I only have the cultivation base of peak Qi refining right now, calculating the time is the simplest hexagram technique.

Liu Ping regained his composure, took back the six copper coins with one move, took a deep breath, and shouted again: "A shadow follows you, and good luck comes out!"

Copper coins were thrown out again.

They fell to the ground and made a crisp sound, but they still stood upright, without showing the front and back.

Dead silence.

Under the dim night, the six copper coins all stood still.

"receive."

Liu Ping said hoarsely.

The six copper coins fell into his trembling hands and were randomly stuffed back into the storage bag.

Two consecutive hexagram questions failed to show results.

——The sky is chaotic.

Such a thing, even the master has never talked about it, it is completely beyond the scope of understanding of practitioners.

At this moment, a spiritual light lit up on the teleportation circle.

Liu Ping turned his head and looked around, only to see invisible fluctuations around the magic circle, like rippling ripples.

The fluctuations in space dissipated, and a figure appeared on the magic circle.

It was the previous practitioner.

He looked around and saw that everything was safe and sound, he was surprised: "Friend Liu, did you bury all the fellow Taoists who died in battle?"

Liu Ping's face was full of sincerity: "There are several fellow Taoists who have fought with me. After thinking about it, it's better to help them burrow into the ground myself."

The cultivator remembered what he had seen in the barracks before.

Except for Liu Ping, everyone else died.

Severely injured people who came down from the battlefield, as long as there is still some possibility of being rescued, will not be sent here.

Unless the monk in charge of treatment looked away.

But this is rarely the case.

The cultivator couldn't help sighing, and said, "Friend Liu Daoist, you have a heart."

He stepped forward, and together with Liu Ping buried all the remaining corpses in the ground.

——The matter of Wang Cheng was naturally skipped.

After all the corpses were buried, the cultivator handed Liu Ping a token and a gourd.

"This is?" Liu Ping asked.

"The gourd contains medicinal liquid for wound healing. As for the token—because your situation has been verified layer by layer, Shangfeng bestowed this token on you. You have to take this token to the Western Wilderness Camp. Several adults are there. Sit down, they will have a new arrangement for you." The practitioner said.

"Must go." He emphasized with emphasis.

"I see, I see, thank you." Liu Ping said.

He opened the gourd, smelled it, drank the medicinal liquid in one gulp, and then took a closer look at it with the token.

A small space-linking array disk is engraved on the token, and six spirit stones are inlaid on it to provide power for the array disk.

This token has two coordinates, one is the current burial place, and the other is the Western Wilderness Camp.

If Liu Ping holds the token and stands in the teleportation circle at the tomb, the teleportation circle will automatically connect with the token, activate another coordinate embedded on the token, and teleport him to the Western Wilderness camp.

vice versa.

——It’s just that this token is one-time.

Liu Ping looked at the token, and couldn't help turning his head to look at the teleportation circle.

Why is this teleportation circle so broken?
Does it really still work?
The cultivator cupped his hands at Liu Ping and said, "The task here has been completed, so I have to leave too."

"Where are you going?" Liu Ping asked.

"There seems to be some new situation on the front line. All the second-line manpower has been transferred up—my uncle and I are among them." The cultivator said.

Liu Ping was taken aback.

and many more!

Who will win the decisive battle between humans and monsters?

And this always dark sky.

The covered sky.

Hexagrams that cannot be calculated.

The practitioner in front of him is only at the Qi refining stage, and his strength is low, so he is in charge of the burial here, and I am afraid he doesn't know too much.

Liu Ping's thoughts flashed, and he said in his mouth: "Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment, may I ask what time is it?"

The cultivator sighed and said: "The time of Mao has just passed, and it is already the time of Chen."

Liu Ping slowly looked towards the sky.

the hour...

It's not like Chen Shi at all.

The practitioner turned around and walked into the teleportation circle, turned his head to look at him deeply and said:

"I'll give you a piece of advice, you'd better leave right away, otherwise things will change later."

Liu Ping was taken aback.

What does this mean?
I saw a flash of inspiration, and the practitioner had been teleported away.

In the cemetery, there was no sound again, like the silent deep sea, falling into infinite silence.

"Understood, there will be a period later."

Liu Ping cupped his hands towards the empty teleportation circle, then looked at the token in his hand, and stood there thinking for a few breaths.

The secret of the sky is covered, so it is impossible to calculate the bad luck.

The sect is extinct.

Master didn't take the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill, so he must have passed away at this time.

In the past, I traveled the world with my master, made friends from all walks of life, and did countless great things. Every year, I secretly saved a sum of spiritual stones, hoping to activate the fake supernatural power of Sequence...

So many memories can't go back.

Since then, I have been alone in the world.

Liu Ping paused for a few breaths and suppressed his emotions.

——In any case, you must first report to the Western Wilderness Camp.

Compared with the burial place, the Western Wilderness camp with many practitioners is obviously safer.

Besides, the token in his hand is a military order.

As a Qi-refining monk of a small sect, he would be killed on the spot if he violated the order during the war.

The idea is made.

Liu Ping took a big step, and soon came to the teleportation circle.

suddenly--

The flickering characters unfolded quickly, and turned into lines of small characters again:

"warn!"

"The death of the stalker appears to have set off a chain reaction."

"The laws of space and time are starting to become unstable."

"This sequence is determined as follows:"

"Something unknown is invading the current world."

Liu Ping wondered, "Chain reaction? What does this mean?"

As he asked, his movements became faster and faster, and he had already arrived in front of the teleportation circle in two or three steps.

The next moment-

A rustling sound came from a distant tomb.

Liu Ping froze.

He slowly turned his head to look.

far away.

cemetery.

Wang Cheng crawled out from the ground, and the soil and coffin that buried him were thrown aside.

A chill rose from behind Liu Ping.

Suddenly, he suddenly remembered what the monk said just now:

"I'll give you a piece of advice, you'd better leave right away, otherwise things will change later."

Does the other party know something?
By the way, when Wang Cheng appeared for the first time, the other party also happened to avoid it.

The more Liu Ping thought about it, the more weird he felt.

Counting it, Wang Cheng was resurrected for the second time.

In the practice world, I have never heard of such a thing.

Even if it was him, he took the divine pill when he was about to die, and then he was reborn, changed his past fate, and started all over again.

In the whole world, there is only one pill.

What's more, even if it is a magic pill, it is impossible to save those corpses that have already cooled down.

This is the so-called tracker?
sand...sand...sand...

In the distance, Wang Cheng walked towards Liu Ping step by step, and said in a low voice, "You killed Wang Cheng?"

(End of this chapter)