Purgatory Artist

"Spare!"

Inside the room, a woman cried.

Opposite her stood a tall man, holding a pistol, pointing at the woman and her five-year-old son.

"There is no way, my **** has already sent down the oracle and demanded that all the heretics be killed." The man reluctantly said.

"We have lived together for five years! Look at your son, he is your son, do you really want to kill your own wife and children for God's will?" the woman sobbed.

The man hesitated for a moment, and said firmly: "Death is the greatest thing in the world. If I kill you, you are the most faithful believers of the gods, and you can definitely enter the kingdom of God—"

bass!

A machete chopped off his head.

His soul still stood on the spot, turned and looked back.

Liu Ping took the knife and sighed: "Go and reincarnate. You can see what a **** is before you leave."

The voice fell.

A layer of golden light suddenly appeared around the soul body, wrapped it, and turned into a stream of light passing through the roof and flying towards the sky.

The soul was floating in the sky, looking towards the huge city below.

He saw the far end of the city—

One person's body was hung on the roof, and another person with tattoos screamed frantically:

"Great God, I have killed 10 heretics according to your will! Please take me to heaven!"

Boom!

A gunshot sounded.

The man blasted his head.

A colorful human head and half body scorpion quickly crawled out of the void, opened its mouth and bit the soul that had just emerged. It tore the soul in half at once, and ate it quickly.

The soul floating in the sky trembled, as if shocked greatly.

Next second.

He was struggling as if he had just awakened from a dream, and wanted to quickly escape from this terrifying area.

Golden light wrapped it in a lightly drill, sank into the void and disappeared.

Standing in the house, Liu Ping raised his hand to pat the woman in front of him, and said, "Go, there is nothing to miss in this world. You should live in the truth, not in the lies of the gods."

The woman disappeared with the child in her arms.

Liu Ping walked to the window sill and looked out.

I saw that the crowd was crowded outside, everyone holding weapons in their hands, blocking the surrounding water.

More distant places, there are still people coming in an endless stream.

The whole block is surrounded!

Liu Ping whispered: "It seems that I took too many people, which caused the wrath of the gods... But now I need more time..."

He put his hand on the scabbard of the prison guard.

"The other me, make a big move, it's best to attract everyone's attention."

The long knife took a breath of silence, and suddenly shook.

-Through the Sheath of the Four Sacred Pillars, his words were passed on to another him in the parallel world.

"Okay, I leave the attention to you. I will send a batch of souls back first."

After Liu Ping finished speaking, he took the prison knife, opened the window, and jumped up to look at the turbulent crowd below.

"What do you want to do?" he asked loudly.

A dense cluster of bullets shot at him, but they were all cut down by the machete in his hand.

"Kill him!" the crowd yelled frantically.

Liu Ping smiled and said loudly: "Very well, I see your enthusiasm, but do you know why your **** wants to kill me?"

Everyone stopped their attacks and looked at him.

Liu Ping said: "Because I am the invincible person in the world, and the object of the gods' fear, as long as I am here, they can no longer eat people."

A believer in the gods couldn't help but laughed and said, "Hahaha, you lunatic, you think you are the savior?"

"No, I will kill you all." Liu Ping smiled.

He jumped down.

boom!

The whole block turned into a sea of ​​flames.

…

the other side.

The old man in black, Yan Ming and the prophet are at a ferry crossing.

The heavy and long whistle sounded.

A ferry came slowly from the river and was about to dock.

"Go, the other side of Jiang is the other half of the city. The monster hasn't chased it here. We will go over and meet the God of Fantasy Dreams immediately." Know first.

"Why do you act like a mortal?" Yan Ming asked in a puzzled way.

"It's safe." The prophet said vaguely.

The two embarked on the ferry.

The black-clothed old man was about to follow, suddenly his expression moved, and he stopped on the shore.

"Come on, punishment." Yan Ming shouted.

"You go first, I have some personal affairs to deal with." The black-clothed old man said.

The Prophet took a deep look at him and said: "Join the battle now, I'm afraid it's not a good thing."

"I know, but I am not to win, but to be a cover." The black-clothed old man said.

"Go away," he urged.

"Well, I will see you again at some point in the future." Know first.

The black-clothed old man nodded, and suddenly looked at Yan Ming and said, "I wonder if you can give me some of your divine power."

"The power of prolonging life? Good!" Yan Ming let out a divine light without thinking, letting it fall into the body of the black-clothed old man.

The ferry stayed for a few minutes and then left slowly.

The black-clothed old man turned around and lightly tapped on his chest.

-He untied the mortal body, turned into a **** again, and waited silently on the spot.

Time passed slowly.

In the darkness, a figure gradually walked.

It was a man with a black umbrella. He was naked, revealing dense black runes.

"God of punishment, one of the four gods of death, are you waiting for me here?" the umbrella-holder asked.

"Yes, I actually have some curiosity about you." The black-clothed old man said.

"What do you want to know from me?" the umbrella holder asked.

"There are many kinds of strange powers. You must have mastered some powerful strange powers that surpass our gods. Only then can you be able to do such a thing... Then what can you do to kill you?" The black-clothed old man Said unhurriedly.

The umbrella holder was silent for a while.

Behind him, deities appeared one after another, standing in a long line, looking blankly at the black-clothed old man.

"This problem actually doesn't exist." Humane with an umbrella.

"Why?" the old man in black asked.

"The power you dream of is nothing but a natural thing for me. It is your master, but it is my servant." Humanity holding the umbrella.

"Since you are so aloof, why do you come to deal with our small beings?" the black-clothed old man asked.

"Probably because of...boring." The umbrella said humanely.

"Can you be more specific?" The black-clothed old man said.

"Finally found such a complete sacred pillar, so I came to kill and see." Humanity with the umbrella.

The black-clothed old man stretched out his hands and gave a strong grip.

An invisible long knife appeared slightly, and once again sank into the void.

Blade of Nothingness!

"Since it is boring, how about we come and have fun?" the black-clothed old man said.

"Listen carefully, but please remember that your soul will belong to me." Humanity holding the umbrella.

Take a break.

In an instant, the world disappeared and appeared again.

The void becomes a realm battlefield!

A strange mask suddenly appeared on the face of the old man in black.

All the gods who watched him groaned in pain, and stepped back.

Magic face read the knife!

A black rune appeared on the umbrella holder, and suddenly burst into the air.

"A good move seems to have tried to mix multiple rules, and there is still room for improvement."

The umbrella holder praised.

"Of course." The black-clothed old man said in a low voice.

A huge vertical pupil gradually appeared behind him, slowly sliding towards the whole world.

Rumble—

The places that the vertical pupil was watching collapsed one by one, turning into boundless dust, disappearing completely.

The world began to become empty.

And those gods used various methods to resist the attacks of the spirits of the vertical pupils.

The umbrella holder glanced back.

"It's sad, obviously every **** has good abilities, but you are the first to suppress it." He commented casually.

"After seeing their strength, I improved the sword technique." The black-clothed old man said, gently erecting the blade of nothingness in his hand.

Hum—

The knives screamed away like a shower, turning into a gust of wind that swept the entire void.

All the gods were blown out by the wind, and the wind continued to last forever, becoming stronger and stronger, so that the gods could not return to the battlefield at all.

The umbrella holder stood motionless in the void, and several black runes appeared on his body, forming a large rotating shield out of thin air to block the wind.

"Incorporating the power of light, cutting, and punishment, death, you are really a genius with a knife-what is this style called?"

The umbrella holder asked relaxedly.

"Vacuum cutting method·The wind of chaos." The black-clothed old man said.

The umbrella-holder looked back, and saw that all the gods were resisting the wind, and at the same time, they were also resisting the vertical pupils behind the death god, and he couldn't help showing a suspicion.

One person, even one step ahead, blocked the attacks of all the gods.

No matter how strong the gods are, there is no chance to make a move!

"Are you really the **** of death?" the umbrella man asked. U U Reading www.uukａnshu.com

"Then what are you?" the black-clothed old man asked.

"Me? I don't know what I am--for you have such a strength, let you know a little bit."

The umbrella holder gently received the black umbrella.

The black runes on his body kept squirming.

"These runes, each of them has infinite power of strangeness, and the king of strangeness wanted to seal me with them—"

"I am very grateful to him."

"Because after the power was sealed, I actually produced the minds of you beings, and I was able to experience what kind of experience it is as beings and strange beings."

boom!

The boundless black runes spread out.

The figure of the person holding the umbrella began to change constantly.

He quickly turned into a long, huge finger, and gently pointed at the old man in black.