Purgatory Artist

The old-fashioned voice echoed in the long wind on the bank of the river.

The whole world fell into dead silence.

This news-this news-

It was shocking.

The monks who had been patrolling the sky froze in the air, and didn't dare to continue flying forward.

Other practitioners froze in place, holding their breath.

Where do you dare to breathe? If the venting voice is louder and the boss regards it as a teasing sound, then I won't be alive anymore.

The mountain breeze has blown.

Only those bears, foxes, wild dogs, etc., all showed their expressions of interest.

A doe quietly rolled her eyes, looked back and forth between the two male deer, and quickly retracted her true and pure gaze that day.

If this scene continues to stagnate until eternity, then maybe everyone will feel better.

But after all, time will continue to move forward.

Liu Ping couldn't help but glanced at Master, only to see that the smile in his eyes was cautious.

——Master is an old world, and I don’t know how many years he has been in the world. He knows all the taboos in the sect, how can he say such things today?

Liu Ping's heart moved.

Only the shallowest level of the past was counted just now, at this time he continued to count down.

suddenly.

An astonishing murderous aura burst out from the head of Qian.

"A liar."

He opened his mouth and said: "Insulting my reputation, that is, insulting the reputation of the White Mountain Sect, today you--"

Liu Ping suddenly interrupted, "You are not Qian Yuanhe of the Baishan Sect!"

Head Qian's expression changed and he shouted violently: "You guys from the same door, go to me, kill these two--"

The old Taoist interrupted him and shouted loudly: "You are Qian Yuanhe's younger brother. Your brother is imprisoned by you in an underground chamber three hundred miles southeast of the Baishan Zongshan Gate. This is true or false. You only need to send People will know when they go there."

Head Qian was furious, and drew out his sword and said, "Come on, come on me and kill these two liars!"

"Wait!" Liu Ping flew up his fingers to count, and then said: "Your cultivation base is not enough to build the foundation. You use magical artifacts that mask your breath. This makes people unable to detect the level of your cultivation base. If you are not convinced, let everyone See how your cultivation level is!"

Everyone was stunned.

The cultivators who were going to make a move also turned their heads in surprise and looked at the headmaster.

The wife of the head broke out, and they could still kill people without hesitation, but the nature of the whole thing had changed at this moment.

This matter changed from a gossip to a major event related to the entire sect.

Lao Dao drew a dry-smoker from his sleeve, took a sip in his mouth, spit out the smoke, and said:

"Your breath-shielding magic weapon is your portable saber. As long as you lose it, your cultivation base will be immediately exposed."

The monks looked at him, and then at the blind boy beside him.

This kind of old and one young is not enough to fight against a sect.

After eating the leopard, they dare not speak nonsense here, otherwise they will die instantly.

So--

Are they serious?

A grey-haired monk walked out and gave a fist to the elders, and then another fist to the head of Qian.

He opened his mouth and said: "Everyone, there are deceitful words that confuse the people today. Don't prevent them, otherwise the sect will inevitably spread rumors in the future, and everyone will renounce their morals."

The monks nodded together.

A middle-aged monk said: "The Supreme Elder's words are reasonable, I wonder what else the elders have to say?"

The Taishang elder said: "These two people are calculating each and every one, and we don’t know the truth or not. After all, among the six arts, the hexagram is the highest. There is only one person in the tens of millions who can go up and see the way of heaven, but I do. An idea—"

He glanced at the head of Qian, and smiled gently: "If we go to verify other things, we are afraid that the prestige of the head will be hurt, and the sect will be confused by rumors. Now there is a convenient way—"

"How?" Qian Sect asked.

The elder Taishang bowed his hands and said: "Master, we only need to check whether your saber is a magic weapon that shields the breath, and we can know whether what these two people are saying is true or false."

"That's right, these two dare to say that your portable sword is a magic weapon to mask your breath. If they say it wrong, then the other hexagrams they calculate will naturally not be trusted." Another elder said.

Everyone nodded.

Head Qian looked around, swallowing and spitting, his expression gradually becoming tense.

He looked very hesitant.

——He is the head, and was run over by two strangers to spread the rumors. Right now he doesn't speak, and it is really difficult for others to persecute him directly.

opposite.

Liu Ping watched this scene silently, suddenly raised the fire stick in his hand, and ran towards the head of Qian with a flash of figure.

The old way took a breath of dry smoke and didn't say anything.

The monks around also saw it.

However--

The crowd remained silent strangely, without a word, and no one stopped them.

The spirit power fluctuations on this kid actually had a foundation period.

I really want to call it a genius.

But the point is not here.

The point is-

Although the Baishan Sect is a small school, Qian Yuanhe can be the head, and his realm cultivation is a real-life late Yuan Ying.

With such strength, against this blind child, he can be shot to death with just one move.

So there is no need for anyone to act.

Right now, the situation is at a stalemate, and everyone has no good solutions.

Since the blind child dares to stand up, let him be responsible for his own life and death.

Everyone didn't say anything, but their hearts were translucent.

I saw the child leaping forward gently, awkwardly raising the long fire stick——

"Come on! Kill him for me!"

Qian Master shouted.

No one moved.

The fire stick has already gained momentum, and it's about to poke over—

Suddenly a woman in the crowd shouted sharply:

"Husband, I'll help you!"

She rushed out suddenly, holding a long knife in each hand and slashing it on the back of the blind child.

Everyone was in an uproar.

"Mrs. Head, no!" The Supreme Elder said in shock.

when--

A soft sound.

I saw a dry tobacco rod holding the double knife.

I don't know when, Lao Dao has stood beside the blind child, grinning and saying, "Why, why!"

The blind child seemed to have known what would happen, his expression remained unchanged, and the fire stick in his hand pierced the throat of the head of the money.

——The moment of life and death!

The head of Qian had to raise his sword to meet the deadly burning stick.

"You lied to you, let go!"

The blind child said lazily, his moves changed.

The fire stick suddenly twisted into a black shadow, rubbing it over the saber like a clever snake.

An extremely ingenious force passed along the long sword to Qian Sect's hands.

He couldn't hold the saber immediately.

"No!"

The head of money blurted out.

The long sword flew out in a whirl, and slammed into a tree tens of meters away.

Everyone was motionless.

In between the lightning and flint, countless gods swept towards Qian Sect.

Dead still.

The river is surging and the wind blows constantly.

The Supreme Elder sighed, walked out, clasped his fist and said: "The demon is in the prestige, but my sect does not know it. Thank you two hexagram masters for seeing the fate of the time and blocking this catastrophe for my sect."

"It's easy to say, it's easy to say, I just hope that we can turn fighting into jade." Old Tao said with a smile.

"The disciples in the Eight Immortals Tower are blind-eyed, greedy worldly fame and fortune, and contradict someone like Your Excellency. They are damned." Taishang elder said.

"We have just forgotten the big news, only to know where your head is imprisoned-don't hurry to save him, he was poisoned by the most trusted person, and he needs to be detoxified regularly." Liu Ping said.

The elder Taishang made a gesture behind him.

A few hundred meters of practitioners rose into the sky and headed towards the direction calculated by the master and apprentice.

"In that case, you and I don't owe each other, don't pass this." The old road arched his hands.

The elder Taishang blinked and said:

"The scandal of the sect is not enough for outsiders. Please don't spread it widely."

The veteran laughed and said, "We don't speak nonsense for fortune-telling."

The blind boy on the side threw a jade stone in his hand.

The Supreme Elder took it, and saw a line of small characters written on the jade:

"Thirty-four years later, in Qiongtai, Xishan, the calamity will come, and we will see each other with this jade."

The elder Taishang suddenly wondered: "What does this mean?"

Liu Ping yawned, tied the fire stick to his back, and said casually: "I just calculated the date of your tribulation, you only have a 30% chance to pass the test, then you will find me at the designated place with this jade, and I will give it to you. Calculate it again and see if you pass the level smoothly."

"Thirty-four years? I originally planned to cross the catastrophe in thirty years. Why did it become thirty-four years?" the elder Taishang asked.

"Thirty years later, you have a lot of great grandchildren, and you are happy for a while, plus you are really uncertain, and you postpone it for three years." Liu Ping said.

Taishang elder thought silently in his heart.

——It seems to be true!

In the dark, there seemed to be a big hand, leading everything in the direction the blind child said.

Unpredictable.

Ask the hexagram to see it alone.

At this moment, a kind of irresistible admiration suddenly appeared in his heart.

The expression on the face of the elder Taishang kept changing, and finally put the precious jade into the storage bag, and said solemnly:

"I will bother you two more then."

"You're welcome, we are not free, you can get a 20% discount with jade." Liu Ping said with a smile.

The old road took the dry smoke gun away, and said, "There will be a period later."

The elder Taishang said: "There will be a period later!"

He glanced behind him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ suddenly several monks stepped forward and detained the "Chief Master" and the wife of the head.

"Huh! Take them away!"

The elder Taishang gave an order, flew up to the sky, and left first.

The remaining practitioners held the pair of mandarin ducks, followed by flying into the sky, and left here.

Lao Dao and Liu Ping watched their departure together.

After a while.

Until there is no more breath fluctuation in the sky, and no streamer can be seen——

The master and apprentice suddenly sat on the ground at the same time.

Liu Ping first pinched his fingers and counted it again, and then let out a sigh of relief, muttering: "Master, our death is over."

The old Dao yelled: "Mom, the old immortal wanted to kill us just now, for fear that we would say his sect scandal, a group of ungrateful bastards!"

Liu Ping sneered: "After all, his own life is more important-he is still waiting for us to save him thirty-four years later."

The old way was still cursing, and the straight cursing sputtered wildly, and the surrounding beasts quietly moved away a little bit.

"You curse a few words, and help me accumulate virtue, okay — by the way, what's the matter with your injury?" Liu Ping asked.

"I'm **** hard to recover. Just now I blocked that girl's full blow for you, and now my meridians are trembling!" The old Dao said as he looked at the beasts.

Deer blood is good.

Bear paws are also acceptable.

You have to get something tonic to eat!

He calculated silently, his eyes gradually shining.

"Don't think about it, I'll catch two fish and grill them for you." Liu Ping stood up and said.

"All right, hurry up, hungry." The old Dao said grimly.

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