Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

However, temporarily, Wu Ping felt that his cultivation level was still insufficient.

He went to learn about the detailed battle situation.

After learning that the battle here would not be finished for a while, he entered a necessary stage for all cultivators.

Seclusion!

But not in this world, but in the post-apocalyptic world, where one day is equivalent to ten days.

With so much spiritual essence in his body, he didn't need to rely on the spiritual energy of the Immortal Cultivation World.

In the Immortal Cultivation World, for cultivators, the early stage is fine, but as the cultivation level increases, most of the time is spent in seclusion cultivation!

A thousand years, a hundred years, these are all trivial matters.

However, Wu Ping doesn't need to seclude for that long. With the post-apocalyptic world, where time flows ten times faster, his seclusion time is ten times shorter than others.

Moreover, after consuming so many zombie crystal cores, his physical body, as well as his aptitude and comprehension, are all extremely terrifying!

There is also the Demonic Tree that can accelerate cultivation!

With several auxiliary methods, his cultivation level is just a matter of time.

Previously, he was just too busy, with things happening on both sides. Now, he has basically taken care of everything, and the matter of the Ghost Fire of the Earth Store Bodhisattva is the top priority.

As the saying goes, sharpening the knife doesn't delay the cutting of firewood.

He found an uninhabited place and flashed back to the post-apocalyptic world.

Under the Demonic Tree.

Wu Ping suddenly appeared, and the women didn't have time to be surprised.

They just heard Wu Ping say, "No time to explain, go and bring me the stored crystal cores."

In a short while, the three women came over with several bags filled with crystal cores.

They all dumped them on the ground.

Wu Ping raised his hand and guided the crystal cores, sitting on top of the Demonic Tree.

Opening his mouth, he sucked in thousands of high-grade zombie crystal cores, which surged into his mouth like a tide.

The demonic body of the Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon inside his body began to rotate frantically under this terrifying power, gradually breaking through each layer of bottleneck in the cultivation technique. Behind Wu Ping, there were countless illusory figures, all of them him, but from the previous hour, the previous minute, the previous moment. They were not clones, but the existence of each moment.

If life is seen as a finely crafted PowerPoint presentation, then cultivating the Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body is the previous frame of Wu Ping's true self.

Under the shaking of the Sea of Consciousness Demonic Tree, golden light bursts forth, and merit merges into the Bodhi Lotus Heart.

Wu Ping sinks into consciousness.

The Eternal Demon Azure Art begins to operate frantically.

At this moment, he and the Demonic Tree merge into one.

The Spiritual Marrow has long been taken out and spread around.

Wu Ping and the Demonic Tree merge into one and greedily absorb the spiritual energy in the Spiritual Marrow.

Like two high-powered water pumps!

A symbol of efficiency.

The realm within the body begins to skyrocket!

The immense and pure spiritual energy provided by the eighty-one halves of the Spiritual Marrow pours into the Heavenly Pit like seawater.

Breaking through the realm begins.

In one day, the Spirit Palace breaks through the fourth level, in three days it breaks through the fifth level, in six days it breaks through the sixth level, in thirteen days it breaks through the seventh level....

One hundred days pass in the blink of an eye.

On this day.

Cao Ke's three daughters are chatting aimlessly under the Demonic Tree.

Cao Ling looks at the now thousands of meters tall Demonic Tree, unable to see the top, and says with her neck stretched out, "Sister, the tree Wu Ge planted is growing too fast, it's too tall and too big. Will it one day break through the top of the sky or grow outside the planet?"

"I don't know, but no matter how it grows, we have to take care of it. It's just that the manpower at the base is a bit insufficient now. I plan to spread recruitment notices to the No. 1 base and recruit more people."

"I think that's a good idea. Now our base also has the conditions, but if we recruit people, eating and living will be a big problem. Now this tree is so big, the canopy almost covers half of the mountain city, and the sunlight can't penetrate, which has a big impact on crop growth."

Xu Feifei adds.

Cao Ling says proudly, "Don't worry about that. I have already evolved to level five. With my ability, I can fully ripen these crops. We can have as much as we want."

"So that's also a problem."

Xu Feifei points out accurately.

Cao Ling is a little puzzled, "Why is this a problem again?"

"Because the mountain city is so big, there is not only one wood-based ability user, there are several at the No. 1 base, and the Wood King among them is even a level four wood-based ability user. If he breaks through to level five one day, our control over food will be lost."

"You might, perhaps he will too."

"When there is enough food, the whole base will not be as actively collecting zombie bodies for us as it is now."

"Our efficiency will decrease even further."

"And the tree will only grow bigger, consuming more and more zombie or mutant beast flesh and blood."

Cao Ling understood this and the smile on her face disappeared. "Then let's go kill him!"

"If we have control over the discourse driven by food, we will have influence in our words."

Xu Feifei nodded. "I think so too."

"But we still have to wait for Wu Ge to wake up and discuss it with him."

As the words fell, Wu Ping jumped down from the top of the towering tree. "No need to discuss, I agree."

In fact, he had been awake for a while, just listening to the conversation between the three women.

Now, Wu Ping has reached the ninth level of the Spirit Palace!

In just a hundred days, he has walked a path that ordinary geniuses might take several years or even more than a decade to traverse.

Just one step away from becoming a strong Dragon Gate expert!

However, Wu Ping stopped. He had used up most of his spiritual marrow, and breaking through to the Dragon Gate required an extremely large amount of spiritual energy.

There was also the issue of time. Who knows how much time it would take to break through to the Dragon Gate realm? What if everything outside was already settled?

Although it was unlikely, it was still better to be cautious. After earning more spiritual stones and spiritual marrow to solve the problem of the Immortal Cultivation World, he would come back to break through the Dragon Gate realm!

As for the spiritual marrow that Wu Ping used up, was he not heartbroken?

To say he wasn't heartbroken would be a lie. After working so hard to earn some savings, they were gone again.

However, it was worth it. Things that could be transformed into battle and realm advancement were considered resources.

Keeping them would not produce offspring.

Money is a damn thing, it can be used and earned again!

And he had also heard the words of the three women.

These were indeed all problems.

But he had a perfect solution.

The current Demonic Tree is several kilometers high and very large!

Not to mention one or two thousand people, even tens of thousands of people are not a problem.

Therefore, Wu Ping decided to move the base to the tree.

As for food, it relies on Cao Ke's ripening ability.

Anyway, there is not much difference from what grows in the soil.

"Wu Ge."

The three women stood up.

"I heard what you all said. Cao Ke said a lot. Since someone wants to divide our power of speech, if we can't solve the problem, we will kill those who can solve it. These are the talismans I prepared for you. Stick them on your body and you will know their function. The matter of Base One is entrusted to you. Kill when necessary, don't be soft-hearted and cause a disaster."

"And as for the issue of the base you mentioned."

"You don't need to worry about that. I have a place that is a hundred times safer than where we currently live."

Cao Ke was a little confused: "Wu Ge, do we have such a place in our mountain city?"

Wu Ping hugged her and said, "Of course we do. Look up."

As Wu Ping spoke, he had a thought.

The branches of the Demonic Tree began to intertwine, and exquisite and magnificent wooden houses began to appear on the Demonic Tree. The connecting paths in the middle were also made up of branches, extremely safe.

Even the stairs leading up were woven in an instant.

The three women were amazed.

Especially Cao Ke, who was the most rational: "If the base is up there, it is indeed extremely safe."

Wu Ping smiled and said, "After I leave, you should quickly move the base up there. You can also handle the recruitment."

"Wu Ge, rest assured, we will ensure the safety of the beautiful and plump against demons."

As for the safety of the Demonic Tree, Wu Ping is no longer worried. It is tough and thick-skinned, and it is nurtured by his half-soul. Who would dare to cause trouble?

Without having to personally destroy it, the Demonic Tree can whip and kill anyone who tries.

Back to the Immortal Cultivation World.

Only ten days have passed here.

But within these ten days of absence, there have been drastic changes in the Demon Suppression City.

The Independent Cultivators who profited from the war on the streets have also decreased.

Disciples of the Seven Blood Sect hurriedly flew across the sky.

Wu Ping was completely confused.

He reached out and grabbed an Independent Cultivator, asking, "What's going on?"

The Independent Cultivator, somewhat fearful, said, "Sir... the battle at Mount Rotten Buddha has broken out again. I heard that this time, it's the Dragon Gate Realm genius from the Heavenly Demon Peak of the Seven Blood Sect who specifically came over to deal with the Dalai Lingtong guarding Mount Rotten Buddha."

Upon hearing this, Wu Ping immediately cursed.

He had spent a hundred days in seclusion, using over seventy pieces of spiritual essence to break through to the ninth level of the Spirit Palace. All of this was to come back and deal with this Dalai Lingtong, and maybe earn some points. If someone else took the credit, wouldn't he be at a loss?

Although it was only a hundred thousand points, even a mosquito's leg was still meat. The more points he had, the more Lingtongs he could obtain.

He was now broke again. If he didn't hurry up and earn some points, where would he get spiritual energy to break through to the Dragon Gate Realm?

Should he go and do some shady business again?

Hmm... that could work too.

First, he would go and take a look!

Wu Ping released his flying boat and grabbed the Independent Cultivator, flying up onto the boat before asking, "Tell me what has happened in the past ten days."

At this point, Wu Ping was feeling a bit annoyed. If he had already reached the Dragon Gate Realm, he would have searched this person's soul long ago.

Asking like this was truly troublesome.

The Independent Cultivator organized his thoughts and roughly explained that eight days ago, the demonic cultivators of the Seven Blood Sect in this Demon Suppression City organized another battle at Mount Rotten Buddha, but as usual, they were blocked.

The Dalai Lingtong from the Vajra Monastery was rampaging in the battlefield with his Vajra Golden Body.

Who could withstand that?

They were all the fresh forces of the Seven Blood Sect, although they could be considered cannon fodder.

But they shouldn't die like this.

Then, one of the Seven Blood Sect geniuses who was in Demon Suppression City took action, but he was unable to defeat the Dalai Lingtong and was killed on the spot.

The leader of this battlefield also refused to continue, saying that they had failed to break through several times. It was too embarrassing to be blocked by a junior.

Immediately, an order was sent back to the Seven Blood Sect, directly raising the reward price for ten reincarnated spirit children to three hundred thousand!

This directly attracted the inner disciples of the Dragon Transformation realm and below from the Seven Blood Sect's Heavenly Demon Peak.

The person who came was also an inner disciple of the Heavenly Demon Peak and was relatively well-known. His name was Lü Changxiao, and at the age of eighty, he was already a cultivator at the ninth level of the Dragon Gate.

...Requesting flowers...

When Wu Ping heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief.

At the same time, he couldn't help but laugh. An eighty-year-old genius?

Although age and cultivation level are not the only criteria for determining combat power.

But an eighty-year-old cultivator who only reached the ninth level of the Dragon Gate, what chance did he have against the great reincarnated spirit child?

There were also disciples of the Blood Demon Sect at the ninth level of the Dragon Gate who didn't fare well before.

They were simply unable to defeat them.

In a certain sense, Buddhist cultivators were natural enemies of demonic cultivators.

Moreover,

He was the reincarnated spirit child of the Transcending Tribulation powerhouse, the Dalai Lama.

He reached the seventh level of the Dragon Gate several years older than Wu Ping.

Could someone like Lü Changxiao defeat him?

Unless it was someone at the level of Elder Ouyang, who would have to die and be reborn to have a chance.

Although cultivators have long lifespans, eighty years was considered quite old in Wu Ping's previous worldview.

He might appear to be a young person on the outside.

But he would always remember the undeniable fact that he was eighty.

Could it be that there was no one left in the Seven Blood Sect?

No, that was absolutely impossible. Lin Wanli had told Wu Ping that the Seven Blood Sect hid many talented individuals.

As for why they didn't come, it was mainly because the rewards were not attractive enough. Powerful disciples didn't lack these fifty thousand points, and usually, these battlefields were meant for the training of lower-level disciples.

The outcome still depended on the battlefield above. If the upper-level disciples had already fought, even if your lower-level disciples were geniuses, they couldn't possibly fight against those at the Dragon Transformation realm and above.

There were many major realms in between.

No matter if you were a living Buddha or a lama, a slap could easily kill you.

Unless it becomes too unbearable for the people above to watch, the true geniuses will not intervene.

But this is a good deal for Wu Ping.

....00

He has a short cultivation time and a shallow foundation, so he can't accumulate too many points. He uses almost as many as he earns.

So Wu Ping is very envious of the 300,000 points on the Dalai Lingtong's head.

Thinking of this, he speeds up and flies towards the battlefield of Lantian Mountain.

As for the Independent Cultivator.

He was thrown away.

On the battlefield of Lantian Mountain.

The sky above both sides of the battlefield is filled with cultivators.

And in the middle of the battlefield.

Two figures are fighting fiercely.

The surrounding mountains have been shattered into powder, not even a slightly larger stone remains.

For a while, Buddhist chants fill the air, and for a while, demonic energy billows.

This is the center of the battle. If one side loses or dies, it will mean the victory of the current battle.

If Dalai Lingtong wins, they will defend against the Seven Blood Sect's attack once again. If Lu Changxiao wins, the floating demonic cultivators around will rush forward like mad dogs.

Tear apart the Buddhist cultivators on the opposite side and seize this territory!

So at this time, it is not wise for both armies to charge. It depends on which representative of the two sides wins or loses.

In the field.

Although Dalai Lingtong's cultivation is at the seventh level of the Dragon Gate, and Lu Changxiao's cultivation is at the ninth level of the Dragon Gate, due to the difference in background and methods, after a few rounds, Lu Changxiao has already been beaten to the point of spitting blood.

His body is also stained with golden light clusters.

Constantly corroding him.

This is the suppression of the power of the Buddhist cultivators against the demonic cultivators.

"You are not my opponent, why did you come to die?"

The Dalai Lama's reincarnated child exudes a golden light all over his body, resembling a little golden Buddha. With one punch, Lv Changxiao is directly sent flying for kilometers, spitting out black blood and half-kneeling on the ground, severely injured and almost unable to move. He spits out a mouthful of blood foam: "You're worth 300,000 points, but I've spent all my points. I'm not like those crazy dogs at Punishment Peak who receive points every month, so I wanted to give it a try. After all, I'm at the ninth level of Dragon Gate, and you're at the seventh level of Dragon Gate. I didn't know I couldn't beat you until we fought."

"I thought you, this little baldy with uneven hair, although you are the reincarnation of the Dalai Lama, Lv Changxiao has killed countless geniuses along the way, leaving a trail of blood footprints. Trying it out won't hurt, and if I can't beat you, I can still run!"

"But today, it seems like I made a mistake. I can't run anymore."

He smiles bitterly.

Strength, spiritual power, speed, techniques, and even Law Treasures, he doesn't have anything that can match this Dalai Lama's reincarnated child.

How can he escape?

Only when facing him head-on can one truly understand how terrifying this guy is!

Once again, it's true that apart from strength, demonic cultivators are mostly driven by fame and profit.

Who wouldn't want to do something famous and profitable if given the chance?

But Lv Changxiao overestimated himself.

He thought he was a genius, capable of fighting against higher-level opponents. As long as it wasn't a Dragon Transformation expert from a major power, he could still kill them. But he didn't expect this Dalai Lama's reincarnated child to be so monstrous.

"Unfortunately, you're a demonic cultivator. If you join my Vajra Sect and embrace the embrace of Buddhism, I can spare your life. Otherwise, you will die today," says the Dalai Lama's reincarnated child.

He was just saying that when suddenly he looked up.

In the sky, a black dot was getting bigger and bigger.

It descended into the battlefield at an extremely fast speed.

Boom!

Raising a billowing cloud of dust.

Before the people around could be surprised, they heard a voice: "What's wrong with being young? Just because you're young doesn't mean you've eaten my rice. Did you start spitting blood because your hair grew out? Isn't that embarrassing?"

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