purgatory artist

Chapter 483 Emotions
A black limb pierced the ghost's body.

Almost in an instant, the ghost was like a burst balloon, and its flesh and blood disappeared.

All that remained was a complete white bone, tightly held by the black claws, hanging in the air.

in the mist.

Then a sharp voice sounded:

"Hee hee hee - there is no way, all beings and even all existence, there is only one thing to do in front of me."

"Submit."

The voice fell.

All the fog is gone.

A strange man covered in a black carapace appeared on the pile of rocks.

It only has the appearance of 1.3 meters four, and it is still the shape of a child.

If it wasn't for its weird appearance, it could even be said to be Liu Ping!
The strange man took a deep breath and said greedily: "Ah...Six Paths of Reincarnation...What a wonderful world, countless sentient beings are waiting for me—"

boom! ! !
A huge thunder light tens of meters thick descended from the depths of the sky, striking the strange man deeply.

This thunder light has completely surpassed the scope of Heavenly Tribulation, and just the escaping breath destroyed everything around, turning the entire mountain forest into nothingness.

The strange man was in the lightning, his body twitching continuously.

suddenly--

The carapace all over his body disappeared, and he turned into a child again.

Liu Ping!

Surrounded by thunder, Liu Ping panted violently, and let out a voice of an adult man with vicissitudes of life:

"are you there?"

"I'm here," his voice returned to a child's immature voice, and he replied, "Who are you? What was that monster just now?"

The child looked around, and the voice of a mature man came out again: "Huh? Why is the screen black? Ah——Sorry, it turns out that you have a problem with your eyesight."

"Yes," the child's voice sounded again, "I am blind."

"Okay, let's make a long story short, I and the other guy can only descend once in your body, it has been kicked out just now--I will leave soon."

"We are the owners of those two powers."

Liu Ping listened quietly, and couldn't help but think of the light he saw before.

——That ray of black light was imprisoned by white light.

Heimang kept struggling, trying to get out of trouble, but was always surrounded by white light, unable to leave.

"You're right," said the mature man's voice, "It wanted to control you, but we protect you, so it can't take your body."

"Next, neither it nor we will be able to interfere in your business."

"—Two pure powers remain in you, and to be honest, we don't know what will happen."

"The only advice is:"

"Don't be controlled by that evil force, otherwise once you lose yourself completely, there is nothing we can do."

"Now we're all leaving."

"Good luck."

After the voice fell, all the thunder in the sky disappeared in an instant.

The earth returned to its original state.

Liu Ping found himself standing in place, the power fluctuations on his body had already broken through the Foundation Establishment and reached the Golden Core stage.

In the void, there is no reminder in small print.

— as if nothing had happened.

Liu Ping checked his body carefully, but found nothing unusual.

"It's really strange, what are these two forces..."

he murmured in a low voice.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew over from the sky and quickly landed not far from Liu Ping.

The light dissipated, revealing a young monk.

"Little friend, dare to ask what happened here just now?"

The young monk let out his spiritual thoughts and swept across the large tracts of land and woods, and asked casually.

Liu Ping clasped his fists and said: "Oh, I'm really sorry, the movement of my crossing the tribulation may be a bit loud, which disturbed Your Excellency, please forgive me."

The young monk swept his mind over him, nodded and said, "Golden Core Stage—a five-year-old Golden Core Stage is really rare."

"Fellow Daoist praised you absurdly." Liu Ping said.

"However, apart from fellow Taoist being promoted to the Golden Core Stage, is there really nothing happening here?" asked the young monk.

"Really not." Liu Ping said.

"That's not right, the power fluctuation just now is far beyond the scope of the golden core stage, and even the practitioners of the consecration stage cannot release such power fluctuations."

The young monk stared at Liu Pingdao.

His body exudes the fluctuation of the cultivation base of the transformation stage.

The realms on the practice side, from low to high, are: Qi Refining, Foundation Establishment, Golden Elixir, Nascent Soul, Transforming God, Conferring Saints, Divine Illumination, etc.

Liu Ping has now been promoted to a Jindan period monk, but in front of this young monk, his strength is far from enough.

——The two sides are separated by two great realms.

The fluctuation of the spiritual power on the young monk's body became stronger and stronger, and it gradually weighed heavily on Liu Ping's shoulders like a heavy burden.

"Such a big vision can only be produced when those ruins are born."

"I advise you to tell the truth—"

"Otherwise, I cannot guarantee your life."

The young monk took out a magic fan casually, shook it slowly, and stared at Liu Pingdao coldly.

Five-year-old Jin Dan!

Such a genius, why let him grow up?

Besides, the vision just now was really weird, this child must be hiding something!

Liu Ping smiled wryly and shook his head, clasped his fist with one hand and said, "Friend Daoist, I have already felt how powerful you are, but really—"

His voice gradually weakened, and finally dropped.

"Ok?"

The young man on the opposite side showed a look of attention.

I saw Liu Ping bowed his waist, kneeling on the ground as if he had been hit hard.

The young man let out his divine sense to sweep over him, only to feel that there was nothing unusual about him.

"Pretend!"

The young man waved the fan casually.

A gust of wind moved along with it, and densely packed frosty fists condensed out of thin air, hitting Liu Ping all over.

In a series of attacks, Liu Ping was sent flying, smashing a rock by the river into pieces.

"My patience is limited. If you don't say anything, I will kill you with the next blow!"

The young man shook the fan in his hand and said leisurely.

Liu Ping didn't seem to realize it.

The pain caused by being hit by the magic spell was clearly transmitted to the brain through the body, but he was more concerned about another thing.

body.

The body is full of anger.

This kind of anger emerged from the depths of his body and turned into a raging rage, which became bigger and bigger, like a raging tide, which could not be suppressed, eliminated, and irresistible.

"call……"

Liu Ping let out a long breath, but this breath flew tens of meters away like a spray.

"Sorry, I wanted to ask you."

He stared at the young man opposite him with red eyes, and said in an extremely depressed tone:
"Threatening me with my life, forcing me to talk about things that have nothing to do with you—"

"Why do you think you have this qualification?"

The young monk on the opposite side was stunned, and said with a smile: "I'll ask you to answer, this is the rule, if you want to break this rule, I will kill you, catch your soul and continue to torture, sooner or later you will get the answer."

boom--

Liu Ping's whole body trembled, and the earth around him shook accordingly.

A line of burning small characters finally emerged:

"Two forces in your body are stimulated, and they start to dominate your body, producing unparalleled anger."

"Your emotion is about to become: Anger."

Liu Ping closed his eyes, and said in an uncontrollable tone: "You...don't talk, I can hardly suppress my emotions."

"Emotion? Who do you think you are? Do you not understand my words? Go to hell."

The male monk waved the fan lightly.

A golden sharp blade condensed out of thin air, riding the wind, and slashed towards Liu Ping.

puff!
The sharp blade slashed Liu Ping, causing a cloud of blood to erupt.

The male monk closed his fan and said excitedly: "Ha! Dead like a dog - so what about the five-year-old golden elixir? You can no longer cultivate, and even reincarnation depends on whether I am happy or not."

"Now I'll arrest your soul and come over to see what's going on."

After the words fell, he quickly grasped the formula with both hands.

However, halfway through the tactic, he slowly stopped his movements.

opposite.

The child stood still.

The golden blade gradually disappeared from his chest, leaving a shocking wound.

But the child did not die.

His eyes turned red, his whole body was trembling, and a hoarse voice sounded from his mouth:

"Now it seems that there is no other way."

The male monk only felt a blur in front of his eyes.

The child disappeared immediately.

not good!

The male monk's heart was full of warning signs, and he was about to grasp the defensive formula with both hands.

A sharp pain came.

His hands were directly slapped away by the child, his chest was hit by a huge impact force, and his whole body fell into the ground.

The male monk opened his eyes wide, showing an expression of disbelief.

So fast!

It's so fast!
He's obviously just a golden pill, why can't I even see his movements clearly?
He watched the child walk in front of him, and said in a helpless tone:
"There is no other way, I thought about it, only your death can calm my anger, and then I can control myself."

"you--"

As soon as the voice came out, the child had already raised his foot and kicked it on the head with all his strength.

Boom!
With a crackling sound, the male cultivator was kicked out, bumped into large and small stones in the river along the way, then crossed the entire river, and slammed into the mountain.

Black and white rays of light emerged from the child's body, faintly visible.

He flew forward, dragged the male monk out of the mountain, and threw him into the shallow water.

"Forgive—forgive—I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The male monk was covered in blood and said repeatedly.

The child smiled lightly, and suddenly let out an angry roar:

"Didn't you want to kill someone just now? Beg for mercy if you can't beat it? Are you also a cultivator?"

He grabbed the male monk's neck with his hands, pressed him into the water, and punched him one after another.

"what--"

The male cultivator kept screaming.

The child suddenly lifted him up, and said close to his ear: "If you are still a practitioner, don't make such noises when you are beaten."

The male monk was trembling like a drowned chicken, and whispered:

"I—I've never been beaten like this before, please forgive me! Please forgive me, please?"

"You have never been beaten like this before, but you dare to kill and steal your soul at will?" the child asked.

The monk fell silent.

"You let me down so much." The child threw him into the water and punched him again.

boom!
The male monk was hit and smashed into the mud at the bottom of the river.

(End of this chapter)