purgatory artist

Chapter 487 The Stolen Moment

"A parade of day and night."

"Strange card, the ultimate card of time (the only one)."

"Explanation: On the premise of not affecting the major historical results, you can consume the power of strangeness to make a 'certain day' in the history of the real world happen again, and make it cover the original day."

"Cooling time: one hour."

"—a gift from the Lord of Time."

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Just because this card is burning, turning into ashes in front of everyone.

When it is burned, another card hidden inside is revealed.

It was a black card.

The entire card seemed to be sealed by darkness, without any ripples of power leaking out, and it didn't seem to have any effect at all.

"Is this a safe moment?" Liu Ping asked.

"Yes, the entire timeline has become unsafe, and only this card records the only safe moment." The voice of the Lord of Time came.

Liu Ping looked back at the crowd.

Huang Quanji said: "The six-way contract is not affected by the timeline. After you go back, I will contact you soon."

The historical recorder said: "My mission has been completed, I will leave with you, and go to the nightmare layer to tell the news to the only remaining humans."

Liu Ping nodded and said softly, "Master?"

"Go, you have already become a saint, and I can't help you as a teacher for the rest of the matter." The old Taoist said with a smile.

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"Of course, I am an immortal from the heavens. Sooner or later, we will fight side by side again." The old man said cautiously.

Liu Ping's temperament changed suddenly, and he said viciously: "You old man, don't die, or I will avenge you when the time comes, I'm so annoying."

"I won't die, you little bastard, go! Go!" the old man said with his eyes wide open.

Liu Ping snorted coldly, and held the black card.

The voice of the Lord of Time came from the card:

"Because this is the only time I'm privately intercepting the stream, it can only be used once—"

"You need to crush it."

Liu Ping crushed the card according to his words.

Lines of burning small characters quickly appeared in front of his eyes:
"You triggered the current secret card."

"A certain moment of the card seal is returning to the time stream it belongs to."

"You are about to return to that time stream, to insert from the timeline, to return to that moment."

"start!"

All small characters are floating.

all of a sudden.

The whole world disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

He only felt a huge force coming from his hand, pulling him fiercely, and shuttled away towards the endless fog of time.

The wind howled.

The sound of the wind is mixed with countless whispers, coming from all directions, telling what is happening on the long line of time.

Liu Ping looked around, and saw that in nothingness, large swathes of fog piled up into mountains, floating above the timeline, as if trying to cover something.

Then the voice of the historian sounded:

"Attention, I have arrived at the moment when you accepted the challenge in the nightmare world, and I am leaving."

"Will we meet again?" Liu Ping asked.

"That depends on whether you can survive, because you have changed too much of the past, so that the entire timeline is constantly turbulent, changing, and changing." The historical recorder said.

A blurry figure emerged from behind Liu Ping, gradually deviated from his track, and fell towards the timeline below.

Historian!
He glanced back at Liu Ping, and said softly: "Because of the absence of that moment, what you experienced on that timeline will become blank—you need to start over."

"Take care of yourself!"

After speaking, he fell into the turbulent mist below and quickly disappeared.

As soon as the historical recorder left, a line of burning small characters appeared in front of Liu Ping's eyes:
"Everything you've done in the past will be waiting for you in the blank moments of the future."

A card book suddenly appeared on Liu Ping's body——

Puppet of the Dead!

The card book opened automatically, and the cards inside were scattered in the wind one by one, falling towards different timelines.

Liu Ping quickly grabbed the book card and took a look, only to see that there were only a few sheets left inside.

"Why are you leaving?" He couldn't help asking.

A line of burning small characters emerged:

"Because you changed the past, so their fate will change accordingly, and they will go back to the future."

"Only a very small number of cards can follow you."

Looking at the two cards marked with "Death", Liu Ping couldn't help sighing.

These are two members of the combat team, Xing Chen and Bai Lang.

If everything is reset, what's the point of everything I did before?
Do not!
It is precisely because of everything I have done before that I can change everyone's destiny and give everyone this unique chance to start over.

This time...

Will it make a difference?

Liu Ping clenched his fists, and suddenly roared: "Come on!"

The mist rose into the sky like a mountain, caged him in it, and disappeared from the darkness of nothingness.

……

dark.

A dark sky covers everything.

In the endless cemetery, there is a simple barracks.

There was silence all around.

In the barracks, blood flowed down from the wounded, dripping along the edge of the bed and falling to the ground.

A line of small burning characters gently floated in the void:
"A tracker is coming."

"I repeat, the tracker is coming."

"the remaining time:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:19"

"..."

Time passed slowly.

suddenly.

The dripping blood flew back to the wounded monks.

Everything flows backwards.

The small characters in the void also retracted backwards.

After a few seconds, these small burning characters resurfaced:
"A tracker is coming."

"I repeat, the tracker is coming."

"the remaining time:"

"01:22"

"01:21"

"01:20"

"01:19"

"..."

Liu Ping suddenly opened his eyes.

He found himself standing in the dark and eternal night, and the land was lined with tombstones, stretching to the end of the world.

- Vision restored.

Not only eyesight, but a new arm has grown from the broken arm.

My own age has changed from five to 19 years old.

The body is intact, the meridians are unobstructed, and the spiritual power is limited, only about the level of the peak of Qi refining.

A voice suddenly sounded:
"Fellow Daoist, how is your injury?"

Liu Ping looked to one side, and saw a cultivator waving his hands and grasping the tactic, controlling the corpses to fall into the coffin, then cover the coffin, and send it into the soil to sink slowly.

The Burial Man.

So this is the moment...

Then it became clear that the Tracker was coming.

really.

Just as Liu Ping was thinking, the practitioner had put away the formula and said with a smile:
"Fellow Daoist, rest here, I'm going to visit Shangfeng."

"Okay." Liu Ping said.

"I will report your matter to you, and it is estimated that there will be corresponding arrangements soon. You should wait here patiently and pay attention to safety."

"Troubleshooting." Liu Ping smiled.

The man nodded at him, and swept towards the corner of the camp hundreds of feet away.

——In that corner, there is an inconspicuous small teleportation circle.

The man stood up, and the teleportation array immediately started to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of spiritual light, he disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

he's gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher again.

There was a dead silence in the cemetery.

Only time keeps passing.

"00:04"

"00:03"

"00:02"

"00:01"

"The tracker has arrived."

"The rewriting of history has begun, please face this unique opportunity seriously."

The small burning characters flashed and quickly sank into nothingness.

The corner of Liu Ping's mouth twitched slightly.

next second.

sand...sand...sand...

There was a sound of footsteps from behind.

A burly practitioner opened the curtain and walked out of the barracks.

"It turned out to be this kind of place? The guys in charge of treatment are really irresponsible. I was obviously in a coma, so why was I thrown into a mass burial place?"

The martial artist said cursingly.

The two looked at each other.

"Fellow Daoist, were you thrown here too?" the martial artist asked.

"Exactly." Liu Ping said.

"I am Wang Cheng, a disciple of Lu Yunmen." The martial arts practitioner cupped his fists and said.

"I'm Liu Ping."

"Liu Ping?"

"Yes, I really didn't bring too many spirit stones with me this time. It just disappeared for some reason."

"what are you saying?"

"I'm saying—I have a little present for you."

"give me?"

"Yes, I have gone through a long time, and now I finally come back here and see you again-I really brought you a gift."

With a gentle smile on his face, Liu Ping spoke seriously and politely.

If an old Taoist or a historical recorder were here, he would definitely find out that in fact, at this moment, he was changed by one of the two seeds of power, which is why he behaved like this.

Wu Xiu was a little at a loss, cupped his fists and said: "...Friend Liu Daoist, you are too polite."

"It's okay, it's fate. Please accept it."

Liu Ping bowed again with his fists in his hands, and then lightly turned the thorn ring on his finger.

Steep Mutation——

A towering mountain peak gleaming with gold suddenly appeared.

This turned out to be a mountain made entirely of gold!
boom! ! !
Jinshan fell from the sky and collided violently with the earth, causing huge smoke and dust to rise into the sky.

Wang Cheng didn't even have time to react, he was already crushed under the mountain.

Waited for a few breaths.

Liu Ping turned the ring again.

Jinshan suddenly disappeared.

Liu Ping made a formula randomly.

Wang Cheng's body flew up and landed firmly in the coffin.

——Wang Cheng swallowed his breath a long time ago, but his eyes were still open unwillingly.

It seemed that until the moment of death, he still couldn't believe it. Before he could even say a few words, he was crushed to death by a golden mountain here.

The coffin closed and sank slowly towards the ground.

Liu Ping raised his head, looked at the dark sky of eternal night, and murmured in a low voice:
"It's been a long time, everyone."

(End of this chapter)