The blood ran down the corner of his eye.

His eyelashes twitched, and he opened them blankly.

It's night outside.

It was dark and silent.

A gust of wind blew quietly, accompanied by a whisper:

"Fellow Daoist, your injuries are not light, please bear with me for the time being, and I will go and invite the adults to come. ”

At the end, the voice was gone.

He listened quietly, with no expression on his face, his eyes looking in all directions.

It was a makeshift barracks, and the badly wounded monks lay on stretchers, occasionally groaning in pain.

I'm alive?

Wrong.

The hexagram clearly shows that as long as I go to save Master, I will definitely die.

What about the Master?

And—

How did I end up in this makeshift barracks?

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

His brow furrowed slightly, and he looked to the left.

On the left side was another stretcher, on which lay a burly martial monk.

The monk closed his eyes tightly, his arm hanging limply beside the stretcher, blood running down the serpentine tattoo on his arm, seeping through the planks and dripping to the ground.

Judging from the injuries on the martial arts monk's body, it was obvious that he was injured by the claws of the demon beast, and because the demon qi had been dispersed into the limbs and hundreds of corpses for too long, he was unable to return to the sky.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

Blood kept dripping.

The sound of the martial monk's breathing gradually faded away.

- Dead.

Suddenly, life passed.

All was silent again.

He pondered in the dark.

Is the war over?

Who won?

It is said that he has been slapped to death by the master, how can he still be alive?

And so on –

His eyes widened suddenly, and he looked back at the martial arts monk.

The martial monk lay there motionless.

He looked around again.

The camp was full of wounded soldiers.

Many people have died, and some of them are not dead, and they are also more out of breath and less in breath, and there is not much time left.

He looked back and forth at everything around him.

- Can I see with my eyes?

He seemed to remember something, and quickly looked down, only to see that he had a pair of intact arms.

No way.

Blindness and stump arms are all due to the innate defective meridians, the medicinal stones cannot be cured, and many secret methods have no effect.

Don't......

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew.

Two figures quietly appeared in front of him.

"My lord, this fellow Daoist has woken up. ”

"Well, it's a miracle that you can wake up from such a serious injury. ”

A divine thought fell on him and swept away, and quickly retracted.

"-He's hopeful of surviving-quick, give him medicine!"

"Yes!"

He felt himself being helped up and poured a few sips of the potion.

The liquid medicine is rich in the mouth, revealing a cold and slightly numb feeling.

He immediately remembered the healing potion.

- Resurrection.

And it is a long-term rebirth dispersion, and the medicinal power is sufficient.

In the army, this medicinal liquor is used to treat the critically injured, it is very effective, and it is also very expensive, so it is easy not to use it.

"Let's go, let's get to work, and then it's up to him to make himself. ”

The man admonished.

The other gently helped him to lie down, and the two of them retreated together.

Not much.

The liquid began to work.

He felt the wounds on his body begin to itch, like countless small worms gnawing at them.

Silence and darkness all around.

Night.

Long.

He lay still, his left hand wrapped in his sleeve for a while, and silently grabbed a rope, along with a small wooden tag tied to the rope.

When I took the sign and took a closer look, I saw that it read:

"Name: Liu Ping. ”

"Cultivation: Qi refining peak realm. ”

"Age: nineteen. ”

"Sect: Baisheng. ”

"Note: The Hundred Lives Gate has been destroyed. ”

Qi refining is the enlightenment stage of cultivation.

His cultivation suddenly fell from the Divine Illumination Realm to the Qi Refining Realm——

Pretty magical.

He gently put the sign back, thinking to himself.

Nineteen years old –

Since he was brought into the sect by his master from the world, he has obviously been practicing for decades, how could he become nineteen years old?

But......

The Cultivation Alliance will never be mistaken about the identity of each practitioner.

So why are you nineteen?

And it belongs to a small sect that has been destroyed?

Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed through his heart.

Yes.

There is only one situation that can be explained.

Nine Turns Soul Creation Pill!

This elixir is a divine pill given by the heavens, which can make people reborn, recreate spiritual roots, and even reshape divine souls.

Shizun finally stuffed Dan into his mouth.

Take this Dan as an opportunity to consume Shouyuan and use hexagrams, you can reverse the chaos of the heavens and help yourself change your life against the sky......

He let out a faint divine thought, gently sweeping his body.

From the limbs to the facial features,

From the five organs, meridians to bones,

and even the dantian and the sea of knowledge——

It was a young body without any mutilation, about nineteen years old.

The shackles that once bound him, those fates like a moat, are all gone.

"Master......"

He lay there quietly, whispering.

At this moment, his fate has changed.

Other words......

Master is dead.

The boy clenched his fist tightly and slowly let go.

- I calculated everything, and I successfully rescued the master, but I didn't expect the master to have such a choice.

Good for a while.

He sighed and held the wooden plaque in front of his eyes.

Liu Ping.

The name hasn't changed.

Aren't you afraid of being recognized?

- As the first person in the world to hexagrams, Master can count the life and death of all beings, and can also calculate the rise and fall of the times, the success or failure of qi, and can serve as the main general even in war.

With the master's ability, it is not difficult to hide from others and place an inconspicuous identity in a small sect with no name.

Master should have thought about this.

The only problem is –

Liu Ping slowly put the wooden card back in place and looked into the void.

In his sight, a constantly beating character quietly emerged into the void.

Even if the master made an all-out move, coupled with the effectiveness of the Divine Pill, he still didn't remove this illusory character from his eyes.

Ryuhei sighed, focusing on the character.

As if sensing his attention, the character quickly unfolded into a short sentence:

"Due to lack of funds, this sequence cannot be opened. ”

When the phrase is displayed, it immediately retracts and reverts into the ever-changing character.

- Exactly the same as before.

Liu Ping was a little speechless.

Never mind.

It's lazy, and it doesn't move much.

Now that he has been reborn, as long as he is not as stupid as before, this character will not affect him.

He looked into the void, and saw that in the corner of the void, another line of small words flickered:

Current Status: (Hidden). ”

From the beginning of the day, this line appeared.

Hide –

What is the meaning?

He asked silently in his mind, but unfortunately the sequence did not answer.

Never mind.

It didn't cause me anything, thank goodness.

Liu Ping silently comforted himself.

At this time, the tingling sensation on his body gradually disappeared, and when he looked inward, he saw that those seemingly serious injuries had recovered.

The effect of the liquid medicine is very good.

Liu Ping slowly got up and looked out the window.

The deep night enveloped everything.

I can't see any light.

- In such a night, the time should be at the end of the day.

When it was time to get up and get up to find out the news.

Liu Ping was thinking about it, when he suddenly saw the flickering character unfold again, turning into a few lines of small characters:

"Attention. ”

This sequence must be reminded as follows:"

"Your awakening has caused something unknown. ”

"The processing mechanism for you is activating. ”

"The tracker is coming. ”

"Again, the tracker is coming. ”

Time remaining: three minutes. ”

"Start counting down. ”

“03:00”

“02:59”

“02:58”

“......”

After all the small words were displayed, they quickly retracted and disappeared from Liu Ping's face.

Only the countdown time remained in the void, a hint of what was to come.

There was a noise outside.

I saw the cultivator open the curtain and walk in, meeting Liu Ping's gaze.

"Are you awake?"

The cultivator said with a smile on his face.

"Thanks to the care of Daoyou, I am already better. Liu Ping said with a grateful expression.

The practitioner looked back and forth into the camp.

The rest of the seriously injured were almost all out of breath and dead.

"—Someone has survived, and that's good news. The cultivator sighed.

Liu Ping felt the fluctuations in the spiritual power on the other party's body.

It's about the same as myself.

It is also the period of gas refining.

This is the tracker?

...... It doesn't seem right, this man has treated himself before.

Besides, it's about two minutes before the tracker comes.

Liu Ping thought for a moment, hugged his fists and said: "Thank you for taking care of you, in Xia Liuping, a disciple of Baishengmen." ”

"You're welcome, since you've come back to life, then don't stay here anymore, come, I'll take you out to breathe. ”

The cultivator nodded at him and reached out to pinch a trick.

The stretcher floated gently.

The cultivator turned and walked out, muttering to himself:

"It's already the end of the day, and in a quarter of an hour, the effect of the medicine on your body will be gone, and then I will give you another medicine to consolidate it. ”

Liu Ping raised his eyebrows.

When?

No, it's still dark, why is it already midday?

- It's time for dawn.

The stretcher followed the practitioner, floating and flying outward.

The door closes.

The two left the barracks.

It was still dark outside, and in the stillness of darkness, only the dim campfire shone a very limited light.

Liu Ping lay on the stretcher and looked around.

I saw coffins on one side of the camp, and the bodies of dead monks on the other, each neatly stacked.

The cultivator looked back and smiled, "Liu Daoyou, I won't hide it from you, the people who have been sent here are all seriously injured and dying people who have failed to heal, while my senior uncle and I are in charge of the burial work full-time. ”

Teacher?

It must have been the voice that had just ordered him to take medicine.

Liu Ping thought in his heart, so he nodded, indicating that he had understood the situation.

"I hope you don't take it to heart," the monk paused, and continued, "There have been heavy casualties on the front lines lately, and the monks who specialize in healing have been busy, occasionally looking away and letting some people who are obviously still saved here. ”

"—just like you. ”

Liu Ping listened carefully and answered: "I see. ”

Master's arrangement is also absolutely amazing.

The fighting on the front line is tight, and countless cultivators are injured or even killed every moment.

I was treated by the monk who treated the injury, and the cultivator here personally treated him, and all the traces of his behavior were recorded from beginning to end, which is equivalent to evidence, even if someone investigates it in the future, these experiences of myself are real and not easy to arouse suspicion.

Moreover, he was seriously injured, and he must need time to recuperate, and he will not be able to go to the front line to fight in the short term.

Everything was perfect.

But—

Liu Ping glanced at the void.

“01:22”

“01:21”

“01:19”

“......”

It's almost there.

The trackers are coming.

But why track yourself?

Liu Ping thought silently.

The practitioner waved his hand and controlled the corpses to fall into the coffin, then covered the coffin and sent it into the dirt to sink slowly.

"How many Taoist friends are buried here?" asked Liu Ping casually.

"Everywhere you look, it's the burial place of our human race. "The cultivator said.

Liu Ping looked at it.

In the darkness of the night, he only saw that the earth was densely packed with tombstones, stretching into the endless darkness and depths, with no end.

A ridiculous thought came out of my heart:

- The whole world is used to bury the corpses, and the world has no other purpose than this incident.

There was a sound of footsteps.

"Uncle!" the cultivator shouted.

The person who came was dressed as a Taoist priest, and he was about forty years old, and he couldn't see through the fluctuations of spiritual power on his body.

- Based on his own experience, this person is at least in the Jindan realm.

Is this a tracker?

Ryuhei looked into the void.

“00:59”

“00:58”

“00:57”

- Not yet.

It shouldn't be this person.

"I've seen adults. ”

Liu Ping barely hugged his fists.

"No need to be polite, lie down quickly, although you have recovered a life, your injuries are not all healed. The middle-aged Taoist priest said.

He asked, "What are you going to do next?"

Liu Ping thought for a while and said, "I want to understand the situation first, and then see what to do." ”

The middle-aged Taoist priest suddenly stared.

Liu Ping noticed the other party's expression and asked, "My lord, do you have any suggestions?"

The Taoist priest quickly made a decision and beckoned to the cultivator:

"Shangguan has something to tell you and me, let's leave to meet you immediately. ”

"Yes. "The cultivator said.

The Taoist priest looked at Liu Ping again, and said softly: "I will report your matter, it is estimated that there will be corresponding arrangements soon, and you should wait patiently here, pay more attention to safety." ”

"Yes, sir. Liu Ping said.

The two nodded at him and swept towards the corner of the camp hundreds of feet away.

- In that corner, there was a small, inconspicuous teleportation circle.

The two of them stood up, and the teleportation array suddenly began to operate.

Soon, with a few flashes of spiritual light, the two disappeared from Liu Ping's eyes.

They're gone.

Liu Ping lay back on the stretcher.

There was silence all around.

From this moment on, in the camp in charge of the tomb, only Liu Ping was left alive.

He looked into the void.

“00:04”

“00:03”

“00:02”

“00:01”

"The tracker has arrived. ”

The small words flashed, quickly disappearing into nothingness.

Liu Ping's heart suddenly appeared a feeling of unease.

This is spiritual awareness.

The Psychic was reminding him that something seemed to be about to happen.

Sand...... Sand...... Sand......

There was a sound of footsteps.

Liu Ping's cold hair stood on end, and he suddenly turned his head to look.

I saw a burly cultivator lift the curtain and walk out of the barracks.

It was the martial arts practitioner.

He looked around and cursed:

"It's this kind of place? Those guys in charge of treatment are really not responsible, I was obviously unconscious, why was I thrown into a mass grave?"

The two looked at each other.

"Fellow Daoist, you were also thrown here?" asked the martial arts cultivator.

"That's right, I'm still alive, and it's really bad luck that I'm actually taken to this kind of place!" Liu Ping said.

When the martial arts cultivator heard this, there was a little more smile on his face, and he asked:

"Why isn't there anyone else?

Liu Ping lay on his back on the stretcher and hummed: "I went to Shangfeng, it seems that there is something urgent." ”

The martial arts cultivator looked at the coffin, then at the remains, and said gloomily, "It seems that we have to wait here." ”

Taking advantage of this moment, Liu Ping naturally glanced at the other party.

The other party's body showed spiritual power fluctuations that were several points stronger than his own.

This is the foundation building period.

Cultivators in the foundation building period can already cast spells and make moves in a coherent manner when they fight, while cultivators in the qi refining stage lack spiritual power, and often can only cast one or two spells, and then they are weak.

He is no match for him.

— but that's not the point.

The point is that the blood on the martial arts practitioner's arm has been wiped clean, revealing a hideous snake-shaped tattoo.

Tattoo......

Liu Ping silently withdrew his gaze.

Just now in the tent, I saw with my own eyes that this man had died.

The man died.

He's dead!

Liu Ping smiled and said, "Don't worry, the adult in charge of the tomb is probably Jindan Realm, he comes and goes quickly, and it is estimated that he will come back soon." ”

The martial arts cultivator's expression paused slightly, and he looked up at the sky.

The dark night covered the sky, and it was obscure.

The surroundings were silent.

On the flat ground near the barracks, there were corpses and coffins neatly arranged, and nothing else.

Brother Jindan will be back soon......

The martial arts cultivator hesitated for a moment and sighed, "That's all it can be." ”

He sat down beside Ryuhei.