purgatory artist

Chapter 108

Liu Ping squeezed lightly.

The silver ingot was squeezed open by him like clay, revealing the jade slip hidden inside.

——It seems to be a jade slip with a picture.

Liu Ping swept his spiritual thoughts towards the jade slip.

Zhao Chanyi's voice suddenly sounded from the jade slip:

"This jade slip is jointly held by the seven major sects, and each sect's head has one. It is hidden in the cave of the head of the sect. It took me a lot of effort to steal it out."

Following her voice, a picture slowly unfolded in Liu Ping's Sea of ​​Consciousness.

dusk.

The setting sun is like blood.

The wind was fierce, like weeping and complaining, as if telling the tragedy of the whole battle.

On the ground, dead practitioners and demon corpses were mixed together, and there was no end in sight.

Liu Ping reacted immediately.

——This is the battle of that year!

Apparently, the war is over.

At this point in time, he had already eaten the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill, fell into a state of suspended animation, and changed his fate.

As for Master...

Just as he was thinking, he saw a few people appearing on the plain ahead.

The heads of the seven sects each guarded one side, surrounding the old man in the gray robe in the center.

Time passed slowly.

Among the seven masters, a majestic middle-aged man said:

"Gua Sheng, the war is clearly over, why are you bothering?"

The old man in gray robe did not speak.

The middle-aged man sighed, changed his address and said:

"Fellow Daoist, it is indeed a sad thing for your entire sect to perish in the great war, and I am deeply sorry for it."

"However, in order to defeat the monsters, many sects in the entire practice world have been wiped out. This is the ending that each of us practitioners has long expected. Didn't we accept it long ago?"

The middle-aged man looked at the old man in gray robe while talking.

The gray-robed old man was expressionless, just quietly watching the sky.

The middle-aged man continued:

"Zhang Daoyou, you are the No. 1 hexagram technique in the world, and you are the best at spying on the secrets of the sky. You must understand that the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill cannot actually help you rebuild your sect."

"It's just your obsession at work, so..."

"Please also return that divine pill to us, and our seven sects will continue to guard it."

"As long as you return this pill to me, I guarantee that the entire cultivation alliance will not punish you too severely. After all, all of us can understand your feelings."

"But if you continue to hide the magic pill—"

"You should know that with your own strength, you cannot defeat the seven of us."

"The old man quite understands your difficulties, why do you have to fight with our old friends?"

While talking, the middle-aged man carefully observed the old man in gray robe.

These words are persuasive, reasonable and restrained, but unfortunately——

The old man in gray robe remained indifferent.

The afterglow of the sun reflected on several people, gradually elongating their shadows, and everything around them gradually fell into dead silence.

Twilight fades.

The world is about to enter the shroud of night.

The old man had been observing the changes in the sky, and finally showed awe-inspiring expression.

--time is limited!

Another person in charge interjected: "Old Zhang, you are already a person who can almost ascend to the ascension, why bother to abandon the world and destroy your own way for a strange medicine."

This time, the old man finally said, "I have no choice but to act like this."

Everyone's expressions moved in unison.

The middle-aged man shouted in a low voice: "You have stolen all the pills, is there any reason?"

"...Forget it, I have met fellow Taoists after all, so I simply tell you the truth of the matter as compensation for taking pills."

The old man in gray robe walked a few steps with his hands behind his back, and looked at the seven masters who were facing a formidable enemy.

He suddenly smiled:

"I once spent my lifespan to do a fortune telling, and I got a glimpse of the future."

Seven people were moved.

"How much life yuan did you spend?" The middle-aged man asked nervously.

"all."

"You're crazy! Why are you doing this!"

The old man in gray robe waved his hand and said calmly:
"I am destined to die in this battle. This is my fate—it's a pity that the hexagram is so profound that I can only get a general idea, but I have no way to understand it."

"What will happen?" Someone couldn't help asking.

The gray-robed old man glanced at everyone, and said in a babbling voice:

"What happened next was so sad that I've been wondering whether I should tell you—"

"From tonight onwards, the day will never appear again."

"The horror beyond imagination is coming, and all living beings must not escape."

Suddenly one of the sect leaders shouted: "You are lying! The other fellow Taoists who are proficient in hexagrams have already known that there will be a catastrophe in the near future, so we have prepared a refuge deep underground."

Another master stroked his beard and said, "Exactly. The hexagrams of the other fellow Taoists show that underground shelters can help us tide over difficulties."

The old man in gray robe said calmly:
"Their calculations are correct, but it's a pity—the various underground measures can't resist the disaster in front of us."

Several people were startled, a little confused.

"Obviously it can help us tide over the difficulties, but it's not now?" a leader couldn't help but said.

"Yes."

The old man nodded, and suddenly turned around to look at the recorder of the jade slip——

Judging from the photo, he seems to be facing every practitioner who is watching this photo.

"Dear fellows, this old man is the Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable of the Upper Realm. Because he was worried about the suffering of all beings in the lower realm, he devoted himself to the mortal world, saved all sentient beings, and endured many catastrophes. Return to Heaven."

The seven masters were stunned.

Liu Ping was also dumbfounded.

No matter who it is, it is impossible for Gua Sheng to say such a thing.

"How do you prove that you are from the Upper Realm?" a leader tentatively asked.

The old man in gray robe shook his head and said, "It's too late."

"Remember, your only hope comes from the world itself—"

"This world is one of the six realms of reincarnation. It is very unique. As long as the time is right, it has a chance to get out of control."

"Once out of control, this world will automatically fly back to the void to find the other five realms in the six reincarnations."

"——it will merge with the other five realms and become a whole again."

"In this way, all of you will be saved."

"...The time has come, everyone take care."

After finishing speaking, the old man slowly lowered his head and did not move.

The seven couldn't help but took a few steps back.

If the Nine-Turn Resurrection Pill was on Gua Sheng's body, by virtue of the strange power of that pill, there must be a vision appearing at this moment——

Time passed.

After dozens of interest.

Nothing happened.

……its not right.

Could it be that the divine pill is not in the hands of Gua Sheng.

What about the magic pill?
Also, is what he just said true or false?

Will there really be a catastrophe?

The others were still thinking, but the majestic middle-aged man was waking up from a dream, and rushed forward frantically to grab the gray-robed man's arm.

"Don't try to pretend to be dead - seal it for me!"

The middle-aged man shouted loudly.

Rays of spiritual light emerged from his hands and sank into the old man's body one after another.

However, the old man in gray robe closed his eyes, no matter how he shook his body, he didn't respond.

half an hour.

The middle-aged man let go of his hand, took a few steps back, and looked a little depressed.

——The old man in gray robe died.

No matter how sublime the supernatural powers are, they are useless to a dead person.

Everyone looked at the old man's body silently, with complicated expressions.

Silent for a while.

"Could it be... is he really the Nine Heavens Immortal Venerable of the Upper Realm?" a sect leader asked puzzled.

No one speaks.

There is no answer.

On the plain, the wind gradually died down.

The sun withdrew the last ray of light, and sank silently below the horizon.

The sky gradually took on a dark, dark gray.

night.

coming.

(End of this chapter)