Purgatory Artist

"Any clue?"

Liu Ping asked.

First know: "There is only one sentence."

"What?" Yan Ming asked.

First know: "Only the death **** can get clues if he holds a card."

Suddenly bursts of light surged around her.

These rays of light scattered, silently sank into the void and disappeared.

"waiter."

The Prophet raised his hand and said, "Please bring me a deck of cards."

"Okay, wait a minute." The train attendant smiled and turned to get the card.

The God of Fantasy sighed and muttered: "As a god, I haven't shown my real body among mortals for a long time."

"So you forgot a lot of things." Know first.

Beside her, the light on Yan Ming's body also disappeared.

She turned into a mortal and appeared on the seat.

Liu Ping followed suit.

After a while, the waiter brought a card over and looked at the table man strangely.

-There was only one person just now, why suddenly three more appeared?

The waiter turned around one step at a time and left.

"Believers of the **** of curiosity, huh, if it wasn't for the wrong time, I would have eaten her." Shendao of Fantasy Dream.

The Prophet frowned upon hearing this, opened the deck of cards, and shuffled the cards skillfully.

"Well, you each draw one." She said.

Liu Ping, the God of Dreams, and Yan Ming each drew a card from the deck.

"Show it to me." Know first.

The God of Dreams turned over the card in his hand, and saw that it was a King of Clubs.

The prophet glanced at him and calmly said: "You are the king of this battle. You need to command the entire alliance of gods to fight against the monster holding the umbrella. When you continue to meet certain requirements, you can get instructions for the next step."

The prophet took out a small box and handed it to the **** of fantasy: "Go, this is a token that leads the alliance of gods, you must immediately prepare for war."

The Shinto of Dreams took a deep look at the Prophet: "Can I believe you?"

"If I hadn't reported to you, you would have been swallowed by the umbrella holder-don't you want to seek revenge from it?" the prophet asked.

The **** of dreams gave a sharp look, took the small box, and said solemnly: "Maybe the gods and I can kill it directly."

"Good luck." Know first.

The **** of dreams nodded, and his figure sank into the void and disappeared.

Yan Ming turned over the card, but saw that he had a Queen of Hearts in his hand.

The Prophet looked at her and said: "You stand up now, walk to the front of the train step by step, and then walk back. If you see any disputes on the road, let them calm down for a while, then come back and tell me."

Yan Ming got up and left.

now.

Only Liu Ping and the prophet were left at the table.

The prophet's body trembled.

She pressed her hands on the table with all her strength, only then barely suppressed her emotions.

"What's wrong with you?" Liu Ping asked.

The Prophet stared at him and said: "The two death gods just now, one is going to fight a meaningless war, is for King; the other is the daughter of support, is for Queen."

"—And which card is yours?" she asked softly.

Liuping turned the card over.

I saw a man in colorful clothes was engraved on the card, holding a scepter with a smile on his face.

"It's the king."

The prophet turned pale, but his expression was unexpectedly calm.

"I am the Joker, and the card of the God of Dreams is King." Liu Ping smiled.

The prophet closed his eyes, opened them suddenly, and said quickly: "Four death gods, two of them will be killed."

"And the two opponents in the war that year will replace the two dead gods who were killed, and draw kings and kings respectively."

"During the long years, you chased and fled, kept fighting, and finally arrived here."

"In this sealed world, that armor will be the key to your battle."

"What will happen if it gets the armor?" Liu Ping asked.

"My king, if you let it get the armor, you will be swallowed by it and become a part of it, and the war will be completely over."

The prophet suddenly got excited and shivered: "—This is the seal you set back then. If you leave the armor here, you must want to defeat it here!"

Liu Ping picked up the joker card, held it between his fingers and said, "I can't beat that monster now."

The prophet whispered: "When four cards are drawn, the war begins."

"There is a rule:"

"In the endless city, all weird existences can only use their power on humans after they die."

"While humans are still alive, even you and your opponents are not allowed to use any harmful force against humans."

"This is the last rule that you concluded with all the strange beings that year."

Liu Ping suddenly said: "No wonder that monster drove the gods to start a battle with each other, because it can't deal with mortals personally."

"Exactly." Know first.

"What should I do?" Liu Ping asked.

"No one knows, even I don't know, only you know." Know first.

At this moment, a small burning line quickly appeared in the void:

"The trigger condition has been met."

"The reserved battle is open!"

"After a long trillion years, another decisive battle between the king of the strange and the nightmare is about to begin!"

"You have obtained the power of land, water, and fire that you reserved back then. Now please wake up the power of the wind."

"method:"

"Realize the aspirations of sentient beings and gain aspirations."

"When you continue to gain aspiration power, the law of wind will gain more power, and thus completely wake up."

"The Four Saints are awakened, and you will gradually find the clues to awaken the strange armor."

Liu Ping glanced over.

Is this the arrangement I left behind?

He must want to find an opportunity to fight back in the endless pursuit and escape.

Maybe it's here?

His eyes fell on the prophet again.

The Prophet was glanced at by him, and the whole person was awkward. It took a long time to calm down and whispered: "I didn't betray you."

"I don't remember anything. What happened back then?" Liu Ping said.

"No one knows, that is the most terrifying secret, only you and your enemy are laying out each other, wanting to kill each other, from trillions of years to this moment." Know first.

"I have died countless times." Liu Ping said.

"No one knows how strong your enemy is, but without you, I would bet that all the existence of the entire **** pillar and even the strange world would have been slaughtered long ago." Know first.

At this time, Yan Ming came from the end of the carriage, sat next to the Prophet again, and said, "I saw a group of believers from the God of Sin, shooting and killing the passengers in each carriage in turn."

The prophet looked towards the void for a while, as if observing something.

Soon.

She said: "Let's take a break, and we will change trains later-in another five minutes, our whereabouts will be exposed."

Yan Ming nodded.

Liuping stood up and walked towards the back of the car.

"Where are you going?" Yan Ming asked.

"Look for clues." Liu Ping said.

He crossed the carriage and came to the previous carriage. He immediately saw a group of people holding pistols and daggers, killing ordinary passengers continuously.

Liu Ping groaned for a moment, then turned out the prison knife.

The long knife shook.

"Void God" has been launched!

"—Summon another you in parallel time and space to fight for you before you hit the sword, and you can disperse at any time."

The next moment.

I saw another black-clothed old man quietly appearing, standing behind him.

"You continue to be the **** of punishment." Liu Ping said.

The black-clothed old man nodded and asked, "What about you?"

"I can guess the wishes of many people in this carriage." Liu Ping said.

He walked to a gangster holding a sharp blade.

The man had just killed a woman, and when Liu Ping came, he suddenly smiled and said, "For the glory of the gods!"

He waved a long knife and chopped at Liu Ping's neck.

A card suddenly appeared in Liuping's hand—

The void becomes a realm battlefield!

In an instant, Liu Ping and the gangster disappeared at the same time.

The second hand moved.

The void opens.

The gangster walked out with a sharp blade, and nodded at the black-clothed old man behind him:

"I am him now."

"Interesting—I remember, the existence of strange and weird cannot attack living mortals." The black-clothed old man smiled.

"I was a human just now, so I can do it."

Gangster—or Liu Ping said.

"Are you going to always let me be a strange **** for you?" the old man asked.

"For the time being." Liu Ping said.

He walked forward hurriedly, wielding a long knife halfway, killing all the gangsters along the way.

One, two, three, four, five.

Five seconds.

All gangsters are dead.

Liu Ping took away the knife and said loudly to the surrounding passengers: "Everyone, it's safe!"

The passengers who were still alive cheered suddenly.

A line of burning small characters quickly emerged:

"You have fulfilled the wish of 17 mortals:"

"Survive;"

"Kill them;"

"Do not kill me;"

"Who can help me;"

"..."

"The law of the wind gains power. U U Reading www.uukanshu.com"

"Please keep working hard."

"come on."

Liu Ping took a knife and said to the black-clothed old man standing at the end of the carriage: "Work."

The old man sighed, "Dead souls, I will send you to reincarnation—"

He raised his hand, led all the souls emerging from the corpses, and disappeared into the void.

Another small burning line appeared in the void:

"You let the dead return to the real world and reincarnate."

"The power of the earth has increased."