Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

The Dalai Lama's spiritual child, who is coughing up blood, gradually becomes crazed.

Evil energy emerges from the cracks on the body of the Vajrapani.

"Oh no, the Dalai Lama's spiritual child has been possessed!"

"Disciples of the Vajra Sect, listen up, save the spiritual child!"

"Kill this demonic heretic!"

For a moment, all the disciples on the Vajra Sect's battlefield jumped into the fight, roaring as they charged towards Wu Ping.

The Seven Blood Sect's demonic cultivators couldn't sit still either.

With the default rules of the battlefield broken, it was time for a chaotic battle.

"Charge! Slaughter these bald donkeys, take over this territory, and get rich today!"

"As a prodigy of my Holy Punishment Peak, I will show you my power!"

"The Dalai Lama's spiritual child has been possessed, even the Buddha has turned evil, the spiritual child has become a demon, the righteous path has turned into the evil path. Let's see what you have to say now, you bald donkeys, Grandpa is here!"

At that moment, the demonic cultivators of the Seven Blood Sect also joined the fight.

Both sides immediately engaged in a chaotic battle.

As for the battlefield...

Wu Ping looked at the possessed Dalai Lama's spiritual child.

Is it really that easy for him to be possessed?

If it were so easy for him to be possessed, he wouldn't be a spiritual child.

Although Wu Ping's words had some effect, the most crucial factor was the poisonous pill he had implanted in his spiritual aperture, the Heart Devil Refining Pill.

This thing can induce the heart devil.

It has a great impact on righteous cultivators.

Coupled with Wu Ping's distorted words and the knowledge from his past life, the Dalai Lama's spiritual child would be hard-pressed to resist.

The spiritual child has fallen into madness, on the verge of collapse.

But the Dalai Lama's spiritual child remains calm.

Those eyes, emitting demonic flames and evil light, stare firmly at Wu Ping: "Let us rebuild together in another life, you and I will surely become demons and Buddhas, rebuild in another life, rebuild in another life, I become a demon and you become a Buddha, hahaha, I become a demon and you become a Buddha!!!"

In the midst of madness.

The one hundred and ten Gaba La prayer beads hanging on the Dalai Lama's spiritual child instantly rise.

Scattered around, they transform into a formation.

Crimson flames burst throughout the battlefield.

"The Great Fire Formation is activated!!!"

The towering flames of the Great Fire rise.

On the true body of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child, transformed into a wrathful deity, the flames burn even more intensely.

He fiercely pounces towards Wu Ping.

Death?

Or perhaps a new beginning.

But what he wants is to die together with Wu Ping.

There is no such thing as righteousness or justice, no such thing as slaying demons and eliminating evil.

All that exists is the madness in his heart.

Wu Ping, the demonic body, is the Dalai Lama's spiritual child, the Buddha's body.

He has a way to protect Wu Ping's true spirit from dispersing and to be reborn for another round of cultivation.

In the next life, he will teach Wu Ping Buddhism, Buddhist skills, and Buddhist scriptures, while Wu Ping will teach him magic, magical skills, and magical intent!

His Buddha's body becomes a demon, and Wu Ping's demonic body becomes a Buddha, mutually confirming the great path, reaching the Immortal Ascension realm in the next life!

Wu Ping is also startled by the madness in his eyes.

An extremely pure malevolence, devoid of any intention to kill.

Is this little monk really going to drag himself into re-cultivation?

Wu Ping can go to hell.

After finally achieving my current cultivation and combat power, you want to drag me into re-cultivation?

"Die for me, Corpse Buddha Funeral Great Law, Kneel twice!!!"

Bang!!

The massive body of the Vajrapani Mingwang instantly shattered.

But the Dalai Lama's spiritual child showed no sign of retreat on his face. He still faced the powerful pressure of the Corpse Buddha and, even though he was already seriously injured and beyond saving, with his foundation in this world shaken, he still pressed forward madly, wanting to drag Wu Ping to die together in this lifetime.

"Fucking lunatic, even crazier than me."

Wu Ping complained, understanding in his heart what it meant for someone to become more terrifying when they go crazy.

Suddenly, a trace of sanity returned to the Dalai Lama's originally crazed face.

"It's impossible, you are a demonic cultivator, how could you not be burned by the flames of karma? There is a strong resentment emanating from you, and you must have killed many living beings. Why aren't you burned by the flames of karma?"

"None of your damn business, go die!"

Wu Ping punched out.

Half of the Dalai Lama's head was instantly smashed to pieces.

But not only did he not defend himself, he even opened his own gate for Wu Ping to attack.

Even after Wu Ping smashed half of his brain, he still took a deep breath, gouged out his remaining eye, and tore open his own chest.

He took out the golden Buddha heart and crushed it, his blood-stained hand continuously drawing distorted talismans in the empty space in front of him.

It appeared to be a golden eye.

No eyes, but the eye of awakened wisdom, the eye of spiritual insight, the eye of the past, present, and future.

Wu Ping was surrounded by golden light, and there was even a large golden light behind his head, capable of covering the sky.

"I understand, I understand, great achievement, great achievement, demonic body cultivating Buddhism, great achievement hahaha, the guide, the guide, my guide has come hahaha Wu Ping, Seven Blood Sect Punishment Peak Wu Ping, I remember your name, wait for me, wait for me, wait for me to come back!!!!"

"Hahaha, the one who kills me, the Dalai Lama, is none other than Wu Ping of the Seven Blood Sect Punishment Peak!!!"

"My path has been completed, I have no regrets in death!!!"

Bang!!!

With a loud explosion, the Vajrapani statue of the Dalai Lama's spiritual child instantly shattered.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Wu Ping raised his hand and sucked in.

A bald head with a shocked and ecstatic expression fell into his hand.

Wu Ping furrowed his brow: "It's really difficult to kill a high-level cultivator. Each one has countless methods. But with thirty thousand points, they are mine.

"Even if you live a hundred or a thousand lifetimes, I can still kill you!"

While guarding against the words the Dalai Lama's spiritual child said before his death, Wu Ping said.

Looking at the battlefield again.

Whether it was the demonic cultivators or the Buddhist cultivators of the Vajra Sect, they were all engulfed and burned by the flames of karma.

No one could save them.

Wu Ping even added insult to injury, ruthlessly attacking those who had mocked him before.

The spiritual power in his body surged as he pushed his palms forward, and the sound of waves came from behind him: "River of Oblivion, appear!!!"

The River of Oblivion swept in from the void, enveloping the entire battlefield.

These demonic cultivators were already on the verge of life and death due to the flames of karma.

Now Wu Ping was using his ultimate move to cover everyone.

They panicked and shouted, "Wu Ping, what are you doing!!"

"We are all demonic cultivators of the Seven Blood Sect, are you trying to massacre our own sect!!"

"Wu Ping, you have a cruel heart!!!"

"Demonic seed, killing our sect's Dalai Lama's spiritual child is already a ruthless act against our own sect, you demonic seed!"

"Ah!!! I don't want to die, I don't want to die, I am a disciple of the Earth Devil Peak."

"We are all disciples of the Seven Blood Sect, I beg you, I beg you not to kill us."

But now it's too late to say anything.

Wu Ping and the Dalai Lama's spiritual child had already discussed before the war started.

We will deal with them later.

While fighting against the Dalai Lama's spiritual child in front, these people, instead of helping to curse the bald donkey of the Vajra Sect, actually came to curse him.

Rebellious bastards, a group of useless people without foresight, why are they staying here?

Of course, Wu Ping's actions and the behavior of wiping out the entire battlefield below were clearly seen by the leader of the Seven Blood Sect on this side, Chang Daokong.

But he dared not stop it, nor did he dare to act recklessly.

Because a voice of the Entering Spirit soul sounded in his ears: "Dare to move, today I will crush your bones and scatter your ashes, erasing your soul and grinding your spirit."

Now Chang Daokong finally understood.

Why did Wu Ping kill the Dalai Lama's spiritual child and even cause him to fall into demonic cultivation, spreading various shocking remarks about Buddhist cultivation.

But none of the powerful Buddhist cultivators around the battlefield intervened.

It turned out that they were all blocked.

And the power in the voice in his ears made him feel like he was in an endless ocean, a lone boat, about to be overturned by the waves at any time.

A strong one!

An absolute strong one!

Both the demonic cultivators and the Buddhist cultivators on the battlefield below were all swept into the River of Forgetfulness, eroded and consumed, becoming the resentful spirits and fierce ghosts in the River of Forgetfulness.

Not only did Chang Daokong witness everything, but many demonic cultivators who had not intervened also witnessed everything.

However, seeing that Chang Daokong didn't say anything, they began to retreat as Wu Ping continued to fly towards them.

They retreat when Wu Ping advances.

Whether it is in terms of combat or ferocity, Wu Ping is not someone they can compare to.

Mo Xiu, what is Mo Xiu, this is Mo Xiu.

They are more powerful than Wu Ping, like a young child encountering a strong adult, unstoppable.

Fortunately, they did not mock Wu Ping during the previous battle.

They watched as Wu Ping approached.

Chang Daokong suddenly said, "Regarding the matter of Mo Xiu in this place, keep it a secret. Whoever dares to spread rumors and cause trouble will suffer the punishment of having their heart and soul torn apart!"

Wu Ping was stunned upon hearing this.

He was still thinking about how to explain later.

Or maybe bring up someone's reputation.

As a result, Chang Daokong's words were equivalent to making friends with him.

He clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, Elder."

Chang Daokong smiled a bit reluctantly, "I am just an outer sect elder."

In the Seven Blood Sect, below the Dragon Gate Realm, one is an outer sect disciple. Upon achieving the Dragon Gate Realm, one can become an inner sect disciple. The cultivation restrictions for inner sect disciples are the Dragon Gate, Dragon Transformation, and Calamity realms.

As long as one breaks through the Calamity Realm and achieves the Three Flowers Realm, there are two choices.

The first is to become a core disciple, but it requires exceptional talent and the sect's recognition of cultivation value, but Wu Ping doesn't know the specifics and has no access to them.

The second is to become an outer sect elder.

Above the Three Flowers Realm is the Transcending Tribulation Realm.

At this point, there are still two choices, elder or not a core disciple.

However, the elders of the Transcending Tribulation Realm are inner sect elders.

But both outer sect elders and inner sect elders are elders.

In any case, it is not something Wu Ping can surpass at the moment.

Respect for the strong.

"Elder is joking, both outer sect elders and inner sect elders are elders. Thank you for today's matter."

"You're welcome, you're welcome."

Cháng dào kōng gǎn máng tuīcí.

He originally had some objections, after all, so many disciples under his command had died.

But now, well.

There's no way.

Where else would there be any objections?

The Dalai Lingtong died under Wu Ping's command on this battlefield, which he was in charge of, so this can also be considered his achievement.

In this case, the deaths of these disciples don't seem to be a big deal.

"Today, we have captured the battlefield of Làn Fóshān. Wu Ping, you have the highest merit. I will submit a report to the sect and commend you. Why don't you stay for a few days? I believe the commendation will arrive soon."

Wu Ping looked at the devastated land and said, "Elder, I won't stay for now. Let the sect keep the commendation for now, and I'll receive it when I go back. I still have important matters to attend to. This is the hundredth level of the Dalai Lingtong."

"My identity is Wu Ping, the twelfth generation disciple and current chief disciple of Punishment Peak."

As for his identity, Wu Ping had already revealed it, and it wasn't difficult to investigate. The powerful ones were flying all over the sky, and he had caused such a big incident, so it was impossible to hide it.

As for the supplementary report information.

It's for the convenience of recording achievements.

Since Cháng dào kōng has said that he will give him credit, Wu Ping doesn't refuse.

Killing the Dalai Lingtong is one thing, and battlefield merits are another.

If there are two rewards, why not take them?

As Cháng dào kōng listened to Wu Ping's words, he was filled with shock.

The current chief disciple, wasn't he just admitted to Seven Blood Sect this year!?

This battle power!!

!

If the Dalai Lingtong was an exceptional genius, then Wu Ping was a monster!

A true monster.

He even suspected whether Wu Ping was that powerful being who had undergone a major cultivation.

Heavenly Demon Peak?

No!

He is wearing Elder Ouyang Zhongmo's Feitou Man. Could it be that Elder Ouyang Zhongmo has died and reincarnated?

That's not right either. I haven't heard anything. Every time Elder Ouyang Zhongmo dies, it's a big deal and everyone knows about it.

Then who is it?

For a moment, Chang Daokong's mind was filled with countless speculations, but none of them seemed to fit.

"Alright, I've noted it down. If you have anything to do, you can go first."

"Disciple takes his leave."

Wu Ping cupped his hands and flew towards the depths of the battlefield of Lanku Mountain.

He was going to find the Ghost Fire of Dizang!

Although he had been busy for so long, Wu Ping hadn't forgotten about it.

The news of Wu Ping killing the Dalai Lingtong spread like a hurricane, sweeping through the battlefield and even reaching the Seven Blood Sect, bringing his existence into the sight of the King of the Diamond Congo.

In fact, not much news about the demonic cultivators on the battlefield had spread.

The main reason was the roar of the Dalai Lingtong before his death.

He really helped Wu Ping make a name for himself, but it was at the cost of his own life, to make Wu Ping famous.

Speaking of the Dalai Lingtong, one couldn't help but shift their gaze back to the current Blood Rain Sect.

Half a month later.

A handsome ten-year-old child with a lotus flower pattern on his forehead came to the front of the Blood Rain Sect and knelt down heavily.

To become a disciple!

If there were high monks present, they would surely exclaim that he had a natural Buddha bone and that a spiritual child had descended, a living Buddha reincarnated.

But why did he want to join the demonic sect?

Or rather, this insignificant demonic sect?

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