Purgatory Artist

A black limb stabbed into the body of the demon.

Almost for an instant, the demon was like a burst balloon, and his whole body disappeared.

It was left with a complete white bone, which was held tightly by the black claws and hung in the air.

In the mist.

A sharp voice followed:

"Hehehe-there is no way, sentient beings and all existence, there is only one thing to do in front of me."

"Surrender."

The voice fell.

All the fog dispersed.

A weird man covered in black carapace appeared on the pile of rocks.

It is only one meter three or four meters in size, still the shape of a child.

If it is not for the weird appearance, it can even be said to be Liuping!

The strange man took a deep breath and said greedily, "Ah... the six reincarnations... what a wonderful world, countless sentient beings are waiting for me--"

boom! ! !

In the depths of the sky, a huge thunder light tens of meters thick fell, deeply slashing on the strange man.

This thunder light has completely gone beyond the scope of Heavenly Tribulation, and the escaping breath has destroyed everything around it, turning the entire mountain forest into nothingness.

The strange man was in the thunder light, his body twitching constantly.

suddenly--

The carapace of his whole body disappeared, and he changed into the appearance of a child again.

Liuping!

Surrounded by thunder light, Liu Ping panted violently, and a vicissitudes of adult man's voice came out in his mouth:

"are you there?"

"I'm here," his voice returned to a childish voice, and he replied, "Who are you? What was that monster just now?"

The child looked around, and once again made a mature man's voice: "Huh? Why is the screen black? Ah-I'm sorry, it turns out you have a vision problem."

"Yes," the child's voice sounded again, "I am blind."

"Well, let's make a long story short, the other guy and I can only descend in your body once. It has been driven out just now-I will leave soon."

"We are the owners of those two powers."

Liu Pingping listened quietly, and couldn't help thinking of the light he had seen before.

——The ray of black light was imprisoned by the white light.

Heimang kept struggling, trying to get out, but was always surrounded by white light, unable to leave.

"You are right," the mature man said, "it wanted to control you, but we are holding you, so it can't take your body."

"Next, neither he nor us will be able to interfere with you."

"——Two pure powers are left in your body. To be honest, we don't know what will happen."

"The only advice is:"

"Don't be controlled by that evil force, otherwise once you lose yourself completely, then we have nothing to do."

"Now we are all leaving."

"good luck."

The voice fell, and all the lightning in the sky disappeared in an instant.

The earth is restored to its original state.

Liu Ping found that he was standing in place, and the wave of strength on his body had broken through the foundation building and reached the realm of the Golden Core Stage.

In the void, there is no reminder in small print.

——As if nothing happened.

Liu Ping examined his body carefully and found nothing unusual.

"It's really strange, what are these two powers..."

He murmured.

Suddenly, a stream of light flew in the sky and quickly fell not far from Liu Ping.

The light dissipated, revealing a young monk.

"Little friend, dare to ask what happened here just now?"

The young monk swept across large tracts of land and woods with his spiritual thoughts, and asked at random.

Liu Ping clasped his fists and said: "Oh, I'm really sorry, the movement of my crossing the catastrophe may be a bit big, it disturbed your Excellency, please forgive me."

The young monk swept his mind and nodded his head: "The Golden Core Stage—the five-year-old Golden Core Stage is really rare."

"Fellow Daoist is absurdly praised." Liu Ping said.

"However, apart from the Daoist's promotion to the Golden Core period, is there really nothing happening here?" the young monk said.

"Really not." Liu Ping said.

"That's not right, that kind of power fluctuation just now far exceeds the scope of the Golden Core Period, and even the practitioners of the Holy Period can't release that kind of power fluctuation."

The young monk stared at Liu Pingdao.

His body exudes the fluctuation of the cultivation base of the transformation stage.

The realm on the side of cultivation, from lowest to highest, is: refining Qi, building foundation, golden core, primordial infant, transforming god, canonization, **** photo, etc.

Liu Ping is now promoted to the Golden Core Stage monk, but in front of this young monk, his strength is far from enough.

——The two sides are separated by two great realms.

The spiritual power fluctuations on the young monk's body became stronger and stronger, and they gradually fell on Liu Ping's shoulders like a heavy burden.

"Such a big vision will only occur when the ruins are born."

"I advise you to tell the truth--"

"Otherwise, I can't guarantee your life."

The young monk drew out a magic fan and shook it slowly, staring at Liu Pingdao with cold eyes.

Five-year-old Jindan!

Why should such a genius grow up?

Besides, the vision just now was really weird, this child must have concealed something!

Liu Ping smiled bitterly and shook his head, clasping his fists and said: "This fellow Taoist, I have already felt your strength, but really—"

His voice gradually weakened, and finally became lower.

"Ok?"

The youth on the opposite side showed a look of attention.

I saw Liu Ping bowed his waist, as if he had suffered a heavy blow, and fell to the ground.

The young man let out his spiritual thoughts and swept over him, only to feel that there was nothing unusual about him.

"Pretending to be!"

The young man waved his fan at will.

A gust of wind followed, condensing dense frost fists out of thin air, all hitting Liu Ping.

In a series of attacks, Liu Ping was shot and flew out, smashing a rock by the river to smash.

"My patience is limited. If you don't say anything, I will kill you in the next blow!"

The young man shook the fan in his hand and said leisurely.

Liu Ping didn't realize it.

The pain caused by being hit by the magic spell is clearly transmitted to the brain through the body, but there is another thing that makes him even more concerned.

Body.

The body is full of anger.

This kind of anger emerged from the depths of his body and turned into a monstrous anger, becoming larger and larger, like a raging tide, which cannot be restrained, eliminated, and irresistible.

"call……"

Liu Ping exhaled a long breath, but this breath flew out dozens of meters away like a spray.

"Sorry, I want to ask you."

He stared at the young man opposite with red eyes, and said in an extremely depressed tone:

"Threaten me with my life and force me to talk about things that have nothing to do with you—"

"Why do you think you have this qualification?"

The young monk on the opposite side was startled and laughed: "I ask you to answer, this is the rule. If you want to break this rule, I will kill you, grab your soul and continue torturing, and sooner or later you can get that answer."

boom--

Liu Ping was shocked, and the ground around him shook.

A line of burning small print finally emerged:

"The two forces in your body are stimulated, and they begin to dominate your body, producing unparalleled anger."

"Your emotion is about to become: anger."

Liu Ping closed his eyes and said in an uncontrollable tone: "You...don't say it, I can't suppress my emotions anymore."

"Emotions? Who do you think you are, don't you understand me? Go to hell."

The male monk lightly waved the fan in his hand.

A golden sharp blade condensed out of thin air, riding the wind, and slashed towards Liu Ping's body.

puff!

The sharp blade slashed Liu Ping, causing a cloud of blood mist.

The male monk put the fan together and said with interest: "Ha! It's dead like a dog-what about the five-year-old golden core? You can't practice anymore. Even reincarnation depends on whether I am happy or not."

"Now I will hold your soul to come and see what is going on."

When the voice fell, he quickly grasped the tactics with both hands.

However, when he pinched the method halfway, he slowly stopped the movement of his hand.

opposite.

The child stood still.

The golden blade gradually disappeared from his chest, leaving a shocking wound.

But the child did not die.

His eyes turned crimson, his whole body was trembling constantly, and there was a hoarse sound in his mouth:

"Sorry, I can't control my emotions a bit."

The male monk only felt a flower in front of him.

The child disappeared directly.

not good!

The male monk had a warning sign in his heart, and he was about to hold the defensive tactics with both hands.

A sharp pain came.

His hands were directly scattered by the child, his chest was hit by a huge impact, and the whole person sank into the ground.

The male monk opened his eyes wide and showed an expression of disbelief.

So fast!

It's so fast!

It's obviously just a golden pill, why can't I even see his movements?

He watched the child walk in front of him ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and said in a helpless tone:

"There is no way, I think about it, only your death can calm my anger, and then I can control myself."

"you--"

As soon as he spoke, the child had raised his foot and kicked on the head with all his strength.

Boom!

With a burst of sound, the male monk was kicked out, hitting large and small rocks in the river along the way, then traversed the entire river and crashed into the mountain.

Black and white light appeared on the child's body, faintly visible.

He flew forward, pulled the male monk out of the mountain, and threw it in the shallow water.

"Spare—Spare—I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The male monk was covered in blood and said repeatedly.

The child smiled slightly, and suddenly burst into an angry roar:

"Didn't you just mean to kill? If you can't beat them, please beg for mercy? You are also a cultivator?"

He grabbed the male monk's neck with his hand, pressed him into the water, punching punch after punch.

"what--"

The male Xiu kept screaming.

The child suddenly lifted him up and pressed his ears and said, "If you are still a practitioner, don't make such a cry when you are beaten."

The male monk trembling all over, whispered like a soup chicken:

"I—I've never been beaten like this, please forgive me! Will you spare me?"

"You've never been beaten like this before, but you dare to kill anyone at will?" the child asked.

The male monk was silent.

"You disappointed me too much." The child threw him into the water and punched again.

boom!

The male monk was hit by a blow into the mud at the bottom of the river.

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