Purgatory Artist
Chapter 351: Statue of God

Chapter 351 - Statue of God

The wind howled and the rain poured down.

Lightning flashed through the night sky, illuminating the muddy and slippery path on the mountain path.

A group of people rode on horses, galloping through the storm.

Suddenly.

Someone shouted: "Sect Master, there's a temple in front!"

"Let's take shelter from the rain"

"Yes!"

The group sped up and reached the temple in one go.

An Elder smiled: "I remember this place, there's only this temple in a radius of 500 miles. If we continue forward, we'll cross two mountains and the Si Qing River, and we'll be close to the capital"

"Let's rest here for the night" the Sect Master said.

Everyone was overjoyed.

After a hard day of traveling and encountering a storm, they couldn't wait to find a dry and comfortable place to eat and sleep.

After tying up the horses, everyone entered the temple with torches.

Although the temple was slightly deserted and covered in a thick layer of dust, it was still isolated from the wind and rain, giving off a sense of tranquility.

The various tools in the temple were already broken, only the statue in the middle of the hall was still intact.

It was a dark red statue of a god, its eyes were closed, both hands holding a wooden staff, the wooden staff was surrounded by flames.

Liu Ping glanced at the statue, smiled and asked: "Master, what god is this?"

"Fire God Zhu Rong" the Sect Master casually replied.

"Oh, the God Statue Creation is so lifelike" Liu Ping praised.

In front of his eyes, two lines of burning words quickly appeared:

[Evil: Silent Devourer]

[A real evil, its strength is incomparable to a parasitic body, it can transform into any object, camouflaging itself for hunting, extremely difficult to detect]

Liu Ping fell into deep thought.

I have to think of a way to make this monster reveal itself.

But I can't reveal that I saw through it.

"Legendary Observer" is so useful, if the monsters know about it, they'll hide from me in the future, how can I complete the mission of destroying fire?

Another way to put it.

If everyone around knows that I can identify monsters, then my only outcome will be ...

I'll be a tool.

Liu Ping silently pondered.

After the disciples entered the temple, they hurriedly packed their luggage and started a fire to cook.

The two Guardian Elders each took a few people and walked around the temple to check the surroundings.

The Sect Master walked to the entrance of the temple alone, looking at the wind and rain outside, he suddenly called: "Liu Ping"

"Your disciple is here." Liu Ping stepped forward and said.

"You are my personal disciple. Regardless of whether you are willing or not, you are representing the face of our sect. I have a worry that I must tell you in advance" said the Sect Leader.

"Master, go ahead" Liu Ping said.

"As martial artists, we must exchange pointers whenever we meet. This is something that all the sects have tacitly agreed upon."

The Sect Leader looked at him and said, "When we reach the capital, the outstanding disciples of the other sects will definitely compete with you. I hope you won't be discouraged."

Liu Ping asked curiously, "Master, we haven't even met yet. How do you know that I can't win?"

The Sect Master said: "You've only been in the sect for a short period, you lack experience in fighting."

Liu Ping was stunned.

The Sect Leader sighed. "The cultists who besieged the city last time were mostly ignorant villagers and refugees. They didn't know how to use their skills or power. They only killed the civilians because they obtained the power of the monsters. It's not surprising that you could defeat them, but ..."

"As long as the disciples of the various sects can be sent to the capital, they are all the cream of the crop. They have rich combat experience. You have only been in the sect for a short time, less than half a month."

"Your various combat skills haven't been honed over time ... It's fine if you can't win."

Liu Ping cupped his fists and said, "Yes, I will follow your teachings, Master."

At this moment, the sound of horse hooves came from outside the temple.

An Elder had already brought people to welcome them and shouted, "Who are you!"

A voice floated from the wind and rain,

"Zhao Zixiao of the Demon Mountain Sect is here!"

The Sect Leader's expression changed and he said, "So it's Sect Leader Zhao of the Demon Mountain Sect. Please come in to take shelter from the rain."

After a while.

Another group of people entered the Zhurong Temple.

The leader, a skinny old man, laughed and walked over. He cupped his fists and said, "Sect Leader Li of the Bai Ling Temple, we haven't met for a long time."

The Sect Leader cupped his fists and said, "Ever since Cheng State was destroyed by the cultists and the roads were cut off, we haven't met for a long time."

Sect Leader Zhao pulled a young man from behind and said, "Aren't you going to greet the Sect Leader of the Bai Ling Temple?"

The young man cupped his fists and said, "I'm Zhang Pinghe, the First Disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect. Greetings, Sect Leader Li."

The Sect Leader glanced at Liu Ping.

Liu Ping also went forward to greet him and reported his name.

Sect Leader Zhao looked at him and said with a smile, "The Spirit Summoning Saber Technique is as difficult as the sea. It's hard for anyone to understand even half a move in decades. You've finally found a successor?"

Difficult to learn?

Liu Ping looked at the Sect Leader in confusion. His face twitched and he said calmly, "I've always been too lazy to take in a disciple. It's only recently that I've thought of it. Let's not talk about it anymore. It's been decades since we last met. I wonder if your technique has improved. Shall we spar?"

"Hahaha, sure!" Sect Leader Zhao agreed happily.

"Wait!"

The Elders of the two sects spoke at the same time.

An Elder of the Demon Mountain Sect cupped his hands and said, "The wind is strong and the rain is heavy. If the two Sect Leaders were to spar here, the temple would be torn down. Everyone would have nowhere to hide from the rain."

An Elder of the Bai Ling Temple cupped his hands and said, "This is a remote place. There might be demons lurking around. If the two of you want to spar, why don't you wait until you reach the capital?"

The two Sect Leaders looked at each other helplessly.

That was the truth.

"Why don't you spar with my personal disciple first?" Sect Leader Zhao suggested.

The Sect Leader glanced at Liu Ping with a worried look.

Liu Ping cupped his hands and said, "Master, I've just started learning saber techniques. I still can't control my moves well."

The Sect Leader nodded. Just as he was about to reject him, he heard him continue, "I can take this opportunity to practice my moves."

The Head Disciple of the Demon Mountain Sect, Zhang Pinghe, smiled and said, "Why not? I'm seven or eight years older than you. I'll let you make the first move. "

"Thank you for taking care of me!" Liu Ping cupped his hands and said.

The center of the hall quickly opened up an empty space.

The Elders and disciples put down what they were doing and gathered around to watch.

Sparring was like a scholar's discussion. It was a practice to verify one's martial arts.

Sparring could promote one's growth and improvement. It could also raise the prestige of the sect and make a name for oneself. It had always been the usual way for the sects to communicate.

Liu Ping was the first to go down. He cupped his hands and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, please."

Zhang Pinghe said, "Please."

The hall was completely silent.

Liu Ping took a step forward and punched Zhang Pinghe's face.

Zhang Pinghe's figure flashed and he was already behind Liu Ping. His hands were like claws and hooks, grabbing towards Liu Ping's back.

Liu Ping did not even turn his head. He swung his hand and slashed with flames, colliding with Zhang Pinghe's claws.

There was an explosion of fire.

The two of them took a step back each and went forward again. They exchanged 30 moves consecutively.

Liu Ping punched at times and changed to a hand knife at times. He attacked like a storm, not leaving any room for maneuver.

"Pa!"

There was a crisp sound.

Liu Ping was sent flying by Zhang Pinghe.

"Junior Brother Liu's fist technique is good, but he can't hold back in between moves." Zhang Pinghe stood on the spot and commented.

Sect Leader Zhao frowned and asked, "Sect Leader Li, why does your disciple keep attacking?"

"He has been in the sect for 15 days." Sect Leader Li said calmly.

"Oh." Sect Leader Zhao's brows relaxed.

It turned out that he had just entered the sect not long ago, so it was reasonable that he could not hold back in battle.

"It seems that this sparring session helped your disciple improve." Sect Leader Zhao said.

"I hope so." Sect Leader Li said.

These words were naturally heard clearly by the surrounding people.

For a moment, the Demon Mountain Sect disciples were a little dispirited. They felt that this observation was probably going to become a one-sided lesson.

In the hall.

Liu Ping took a step back and pulled out his saber from his waist. He smiled and said, "Senior Brother Zhang, I'm going to use my saber."

Zhang Pinghe saw that he was serious and asked, "Is it the Spirit Summoning Saber Technique?"

"Yes." Liu Ping said.

Zhang Pinghe became serious. He took out a long sword and said, "Come."

"Okay." Liu Ping said.

The next moment.

A shocking murderous intent was emitted from Liu Ping's body. It caused Zhang Pinghe, who was standing opposite him, to tremble.

The saber moved.

The saber moved with the person.

Liu Ping's speed was several times faster than before. Somehow, he was already close to Zhang Pinghe and slashed his saber at him.

This slash was ordinary, but it seemed to block all possibilities.

There was only this saber in the world.

How could such a saber technique be executed by a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy!

Boundless flames appeared from the void and surged onto the long saber, condensing into the Qilin Divine Beast that soared into the sky.

Zhang Pinghe's mind was blank.

He could not dodge.

I'm going to die. I'm going to die under this saber.

There was a loud shout.

"Retreat!"

Sect Master Zhao made a grabbing motion in the air and pulled Zhang Pinghe away from the blade.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief.

This saber was really terrifying. It was simply impossible to dodge.

What was even more frightening was that the fire element seemed to have gone crazy. It used all its strength to materialize the Qilin that was several meters tall, as if it wanted to kill everyone present.

"Liu Ping, keep your saber!" Sect Leader Li shouted.

Liu Ping's face was full of sweat. He shouted in despair, "Master, I can't hold it back."

He slashed out.

Spirit Summoning Saber Technique, Qilin Slash!

This saber gathered all of Liu Ping's strength and the "Initial Ignition" of the Law of Fire.

The Qilin with flames flew out from the saber and pounced towards the statue in the middle of the temple.

The statue suddenly moved.

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