Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

The cultivators from both sides are not ordinary people.

Even in the midst of the rolling smoke, they can still see the scene clearly.

They saw a young man wearing blood-stained clothes, with a snake coiled around his body and a human head hanging from his waist, standing in the field and reprimanding Lu Changxiao.

Looking at his cultivation level, he is at the ninth level of the Spirit Palace.

The spectators on both sides said, "Isn't this just a joke? What is a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator doing here?"

"Isn't he just here to die?"

"Look at the token hanging from his waist, it seems to be from Punishment Peak."

"You're not qualified to say anything, a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator is just here to die!"

"Hey, you demonic cultivators over there, don't you have anyone left? Sending a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator to interfere in the battle with Dragon Gate, are you seeking death?"

"If you want to admit defeat, just say it and leave. There's no need to send a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator to die!"

"It's really embarrassing. A group of Dragon Gate cultivators at the ninth level can't defeat our Lord Dalai. They have to find a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator as their opponent. I feel ashamed for you!"

"Hey, little demonic cultivator, get lost. Maybe our Lord Dalai is in a good mood and will spare your life since you've grown up. Otherwise, I'll see if I won't flay your skin!"

The Buddhist cultivator mocked.

The demonic cultivator on this side also became anxious.

"You, kid, come back quickly. What are you interfering in? Do you want to die?"

"You fucking made me lose face. You better die on the battlefield, otherwise, I'll see if I won't burn your skin!"

"I've never been humiliated like this in my whole life. Damn it, I really want to kill this kid first, and then kill those '753' bastards!"

"Don't talk about Punishment Peak or Heavenly Demon Peak. Even if it's Heavenly Demon Peak, it won't work. With a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator, we're becoming a laughingstock. Others might think we can't afford to lose and have to send a ninth-level Spirit Palace cultivator to die."

"I can't afford to lose this person. Kid, come back quickly and let grandpa kill you!"

Everyone was shouting angrily.

Only the commander of the Demon Cult, Chang Dao Kong, who has the highest cultivation level in the entire field.

His gaze fell on the head hanging from Wu Ping's waist.

After just a moment of thought, his eyes widened instantly.

"This is... Elder Ouyang's flying head token from the Human Demon Peak!"

On the battlefield.

Wu Ping's expression turned cold as he listened to the mocking voices from both sides.

"Quiet!"

A furious shout resounded in his ears, causing a buzzing sound to fill everyone's ears, and both sides of the battlefield fell silent.

The terrifying control and the intensity of spiritual power left them speechless. Is this really what a cultivator at the ninth level of spiritual cultivation should possess?

Wu Ping first looked at the demon cultivators in his own camp. "I'll settle the score with you later."

Then he turned to the group of bald disciples from the Golden Vajra Sect. "After dealing with your Dalai Lama, I will stack each of your bald heads one by one."

In front of him.

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child looked at Wu Ping with a serious expression.

After performing a Buddhist salute, he said, "I can sense that you are very strong."

"No need for you to say it. Let me ask you, do you Buddhist cultivators enjoy digging up other people's graves?"

"Why did you dig up the eighty-year-old Dragon Gate Ninth Layer?"

Upon hearing these words, Lu Changxiao's heart suffered a thousand points of damage, and he spat out another mouthful of blood.

Immediately after, Wu Ping kicked him, sending him flying into his own camp.

"Although you are strong, the gap in our cultivation levels is too great. If we were to have an equal cultivation level, the outcome would be uncertain."

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child said earnestly.

Wu Ping took a few steps forward and looked at him: "Give it a try?"

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child nodded calmly: "Give it a try."

Boom!

An ordinary punch came, containing the greatest power that Wu Ping had ever felt!

Even just the wind generated by the punch blew the ground behind him for thousands of kilometers.

But Wu Ping didn't block or dodge, instead choosing to take the punch with his body.

His ability absorbed all the power and damage.

Of course, Wu Ping wasn't being arrogant. He just wanted to test the strength of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child's punch and determine his strategy for the upcoming battle.

He also wanted to grow and learn.

And battle was the most efficient teacher.

People from both the Buddhist and demonic factions were dumbfounded.

"He...he stood still and took a punch from the Dalai Lama's spiritual child?"

"And he didn't even flinch?"

"I remember that just a few punches from the Dragon Gate's ninth-level disciple, Lv Changxiao, made him vomit blood and fall to the ground unable to move, right?"

"You're not mistaken, that's exactly what happened. I remember the battle unfolded like that."

"Then why is this disciple from the Spirit Palace's ninth level of punishment standing there as if nothing happened?"

"Who should I ask if not you!?"

"Could it be that he actually won?"

"I'm a bit confused now too. Let me take another look, it seems like it doesn't explain anything."

"That's worth another look."

In the arena.

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child, seeing Wu Ping calm and unmoving, looked at his own fist with a strange expression in his eyes.

He was doubting himself.

Wu Ping reached out a hand and slowly clenched his fist, indicating that there was nothing inside. "Shall we try?"

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child, still puzzled, stood in place like a little golden man radiating light, nodding as he did before. "Let's try!"

Wu Ping threw a punch.

There was no light, no visible runes, only a terrifying tremor.

And the growing sense of danger in the Dalai Lama's spiritual child's heart.

Block, block, can't resist head-on, must block, otherwise it's over!

Finally, at the moment when Wu Ping's fist was about to hit his chest, he still couldn't resist his own instinct and crossed his hands in front of his chest.

Boom!

If the Dalai Lama's spiritual child's previous punch was a hand grenade, then Wu Ping's punch was equivalent to an anti-tank missile.

The terrifying force contained within instantly shattered the Dalai Lama's spiritual child's understanding of the physical body.

He wanted to unload the force into the ground beneath his feet, but this terrifying power was too much for even the earth to bear.

It was only a moment.

Cracks spread densely across the entire earth.

The little golden man was violently thrown out, smashing one mountain peak after another. Under the influence of this terrifying force, the ground he flew over didn't even touch it and created a deep and massive ravine.

It was as if an earth dragon was wandering within, cutting open the earth and creating a continuous gorge that stretched for dozens of miles.

Yes, it was a gorge. "It's no longer a problem that can be described as a ravine."

The hands covered in a golden body are crawling with cracks.

His Vajrayana Mingwang golden body has actually been broken like this...

Wu Ping is quite satisfied with this result.

So what if it's the reincarnation of the Dalai Lama?

With his opportunities and cheats, if he didn't have this kind of combat power, it really wouldn't be convincing!

If it weren't for the short cultivation time, he could have killed this little monk with one punch!

The earth cracked and shattered.

Wu Ping's figure disappeared in an instant.

"He's gone!"

Someone exclaimed.

The next moment, when Wu Ping reappeared, his figure was already above the body of the flying-out Dalai Lingtong.

"One person, one punch, very fair. It's time to unleash freely."

As he spoke, his fists rained down like drops, as if a storm was beating on banana leaves.

The fists fell on the Dalai Lingtong's body, shining with golden light, and the whole person was instantly knocked to the ground.

Continuously suffering heavy blows!

The earth on his body was crumbling.

The released force directly formed a deep pit behind him.

The onlookers around were dumbfounded.

The Dalai Lingtong, who single-handedly defended this battlefield of rotten Buddha Mountain, was actually suppressed and beaten by a cultivator of the Spirit Palace's ninth level!

Without any ability to fight back.

In the depths of the abyss, golden light burst forth, accompanied by the chanting of Buddhist scriptures, as if there were a dedicated group of one hundred people reciting sutras in unison.

After Wu Ping's figure leaped out,

a gigantic golden palm followed closely behind!

It fiercely slapped down,

but Wu Ping dodged it.

With agile movements, he stood on a piece of rubble and said, "The reincarnation of the living Buddha is indeed not so easily killed."

Just as he finished speaking,

there was a loud bang, and the golden palm pressed forcefully against the edge of the abyss.

Under the blossoming golden light,

a thousand-meter-tall Vajra Mingwang naturally floated in the air.

As he spoke, the heavens and earth trembled: "Although you are at the ninth level of the Spirit Palace, in terms of physical body, I am inferior to you. However, the gap in realm cannot be compensated by the physical body. I have cultivated the secret technique of the Vajra Mingwang for three lifetimes..."

"It's quite impressive that you can force me to reveal my true form as the Mingwang. In today's battle, you will undoubtedly die. Leave your name, and I can help you become famous in the Western Buddhist realm after your death!"

Upon hearing these words, everyone around instantly became curious about Wu Ping's name.

Of course, he was worthy of leaving his name!

With the realm of the ninth level of the Spirit Palace, he was able to overpower the Dalai Lingtong in terms of physical body!

Who doesn't know that the body cultivation method in the Buddhist realm is the most famous?

It emphasizes having an indestructible Vajra body.

And what kind of extraordinary talent is the Dalai Lingtong?

To actually admit that his physical body is inferior to this person.

Who wouldn't want to leave their name in the presence of such a character?

Wu Ping listened to the words of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child and smiled: "You're quite interesting. You help me gain fame, but who lives and who dies is still uncertain. However, if you die by my hands, it can be considered your good fortune."

"I heard that the Vajra is just a gatekeeper. Are you that hairy Vajra?"

"In front of a Bodhisattva, one must be humble. I wonder what a true Buddha looks like."

Upon hearing Wu Ping's words, the Dalai Lama's spiritual child couldn't help but find it amusing: "Do you, a demonic cultivator, think you can make me see a true Buddha?"

"Of course, I'll bring one right away."

As he spoke, Wu Ping formed the Lotus Seal with his hand, but it was different from the authentic Buddhist Lotus Seal.

He actually reversed it.

In the eyes of Buddhist cultivators, reversing the Lotus Seal is an insult to the Buddha!

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child instantly became furious.

"Bold! I originally intended to help you gain fame after your death, but you dare to insult my Buddha, reversing the precious Lotus Seal. I won't let you live!!!"

A giant palm covered the sky, intending to crush Wu Ping into powder.

But as he reversed the Lotus Seal, his elbow was smoothly caught by another hand: "My name is Wu Ping, and today I will let this little monk see a true Buddha."

"The Funeral Rites of the Corpse Buddha!!"

The resentment of the corpses on Mount Lanfo instantly surged.

The heavens and earth changed color, all returning to nothingness.

Buddhist chants resounded, mournful melodies echoing from the void of heaven and earth.

Compared to the magnificent Buddhist chants emanating from the Dalai Lama's spiritual child, this time the sound from the heavens and earth was eerie!

If one had to use an adjective, a thought emerged in everyone's mind simultaneously.

A fallen Buddha, a demonic Buddha!

The dark clouds dispersed, and a golden light shone down.

Wu Ping was filled with resentment.

A faint shadow slowly appeared behind him.

As soon as it appeared, it reached a height of a thousand feet. With a hand gesture and a law decision held high above his head, the bone vajra emitted a strange Buddha light. The blood-stained kasaya draped over his body was so sacred, but looking at the dignified figure of the shadow, it was half white bones and half decayed, with blood flowing.

The smell of blood instantly filled the entire world.

The King of Vajra struck with a palm.

Before it even approached, Wu Ping's real body was already impenetrable within a hundred meters.

The faint light on the corpse Buddha formed its own Dharma realm, firmly blocking this attack.

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child was shocked in his heart: "Something's not right! This is not Buddhism! This is the method of demonic cultivation!"

Wu Ping suddenly opened his eyes, and a demonic aura lingered on his holy face: "Why can't a demonic Buddha be a Buddha?"

"The so-called transcending the Three Realms, not being bound by the Five Elements, being untainted by worldly concerns, sweeping the floor for fear of harming ants' lives, cherishing the moth's silk that covers the lamp, having fish in the pond but not fishing, and buying birds in a cage but often releasing them. In leisure, observing tigers fight behind the mountain, and in idleness, listening to birds sing in the forest. Free from worries and troubles, seeing through the vicissitudes of the world."

"Even the lives of ants are still lives, and they can all become Buddhas. Why can't demons become Buddhas? Why can't a demonic Buddha be a Buddha? Little monk, you have misunderstood. Today, let the demonic Buddha save you from calamity and see that the demonic Buddha is also a Buddha!"

With Wu Ping's words, the shadow of the corpse Buddha behind him slowly bent down.

The thousand-meter vajra true body of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child instantly cracked, and golden blood flowed.

It could shatter at any moment.

"Sweeping the floor for fear of harming ants' lives, cherishing the moth's silk that covers the lamp. Even the lives of ants are still lives. If demons can become Buddhas, why can't a demonic Buddha be a Buddha? Since one can become a demon, why can't one become a Buddha? A Buddha can become a demon!"

"Hahaha, I understand, I understand. A Buddha can become a demon. Without destruction, there can be no creation. Hahaha..."

If the protagonist were to return to the apocalyptic world and record the scriptures of Mahayana Buddhism, and tell them to the Buddhist cultivators in the Immortal Cultivation World, what would happen?