Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Let's temporarily call this place the No. 2 Middle Grade Mine.

Ma Tao and several demonic cultivators from the Dragon Gate Realm rushed in.

This arrangement was made by Wu Ping.

He didn't expect these monks guarding the veins to be able to kill Ma Tao.

The main purpose was to disgust him.

He had worked hard and put in a lot of effort to end the battle, but he hadn't had a chance to enjoy the fruits of victory yet.

And now he was betrayed.

Moreover, there were few people here, so he only needed to kill a few to silence them.

If he really went to the front to fight the Buddhist cultivators with real weapons, there would be too many witnesses, and it wouldn't be easy to handle.

At this moment, the situation at the No. 2 mine was somewhat tense.

Although there were six demonic cultivators from the Dragon Gate Realm on Ma Tao's side, including Ma Tao himself.

But there were only four Buddhist cultivators from the Dragon Gate Realm guarding the mine.

However, the power of the Buddhist cultivators restrained the demonic cultivators.

So even with the numerical advantage, the temple cultivators couldn't quickly take over the mine!

Ma Tao exchanged a palm strike with one of the Dragon Gate Realm Buddhist cultivators at close range.

Ma Tao was sent flying.

In terms of physical strength, the Buddhist cultivator was obviously stronger.

His arm was twisted into a twisted shape!

But the palm of the Buddhist cultivator also had a dark hole in the center of his hand, continuously oozing black blood.

The golden body that enveloped him was also disintegrating at a visible speed.

Ma Tao laughed heartily, "Hahaha, what can the Buddhist Gate's golden body do? It can't withstand my bone-corroding poison. Monk, prepare to die, hahaha..."

Victory was right in front of his eyes, and he laughed wildly, as if he had already imagined the scene of establishing his merit and receiving the sect's reward.

But the next moment.

Ma Tao's laughter abruptly stopped.

A fair hand pierced through his back and came out of his chest, holding his still-beating heart.

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, but he couldn't remember whose voice it was for a moment.

"Let me tell you something from the bottom of my heart. First, you were too careless. Not guarding your back is a shame for a cultivator."

"Second, I've taken your fruits of victory. As companions, they will die with you. On the road to the underworld, you won't be alone."

The manic spiritual power entered Ma Tao's body, shattering all signs of life.

Only the last trace of obsession supported him as he tried to turn his head and see what the person who killed him looked like.

But until the end, he still didn't see it.

The body fell from mid-air.

Wu Ping's terrifying poison spread out, like a number one mine.

Indiscriminate attacks, directly poisoning all beings in this area.

No one was spared.

The entire number two mine became a dead zone.

Wu Ping couldn't help but sigh in his heart: "Elder Ouyang's poison pill is really useful. It seems that I, Wu Ping, should learn more about these knowledge in the future."

As for the four-eyed person who had been following him all along.

He had long since stayed far away.

Although he couldn't die, it was painful.

During this time, he was basically killed by Wu Ping several times a day, which was tolerable.

He really couldn't bear being poisoned to death anymore.

Although he had no expression on his face, it was all just pretending. Who wouldn't feel pain?

He just didn't show it on his face.

Boom--

Another punch smashed into the spiritual stone vein!

The hill containing the spiritual stone was instantly shattered.

The four-eyed person also walked up with a smile, ready to get a share.

When they had collected most of it.

The four-eyed person suddenly said, "Master, let's go. The incident at the number one mine has been discovered. The Garuda Spirit Child and the Withered Wood Spirit Child from the Diamond Sect are rushing over here."

Wu Ping was somewhat skeptical, "How do you know?"

The four-eyed person didn't say anything, he just raised his hand.

After Wu Ping looked over.

He saw a golden eye growing in the palms of the four-eyed person's hands.

Wasn't this the eye that the dead bald donkey had poked out himself?

"Good, good, good, baldy, you're playing this game with me."

As he spoke, a shout came from the sky!

"Seven Blood Sect demon, don't run!"

Wu Ping didn't even look to see who was cursing, he just grabbed the four-eyed person and threw him towards that person.

"Go!"

"You guys fight him, it's all his doing, goodbye baldy!"

Wu Ping disappeared.

Just like that, it disappeared out of thin air.

The eyes of the four onlookers widened.

Even the aura that had fallen on Wu Ping was nowhere to be seen.

Behind him, the Buddha's light began to appear, and a palm covered him!

The withered wooden spirit child angrily made a move: "Buddhist traitor!!!"

Although they were all reincarnated beings.

But compared to the four onlookers, he was still lacking.

If the Buddha's light on the withered wooden spirit child's body was like a lit lamp, then the light that shone on the four onlookers at this moment was like the sun!

Dazzling, not to be looked at directly!

"Thousand Hands, Thousand Leaves, Compassionate Palm."

A huge palm print came down.

The withered wooden spirit child was directly knocked away.

Of course, this had nothing to do with Wu Ping.

He had fought and defeated these spirit children before, so Wu Ping was not incapable of defeating them.

It was just that their means of self-preservation were annoying.

He needed to refine the Buddha Whip first in order to control the true spirits of these people and kill them!

Once and for all.

As for whether there would be any problems with teleporting back to the End of Days World in front of these people?

Perhaps there would have been in the past, when Wu Ping's cultivation level did not match.

But now, he could completely explain it as long-distance teleportation or something similar.

The Great Teleportation Symbol, including the flying boat Lin Wanli gave him, had such effects.

The End of Days World.

The Demonic Tree stood tall on top of it.

Clouds and mist swirled above the trunk.

Its top was not visible.

The Demonic Tree, sensing Wu Ping's return, was overjoyed. It had been a long time since it had tasted the essence of spiritual stones.

The spiritual stones and marrow that Wu Ping had left for it before had already been consumed by it.

Hungry.

Eating the flesh and blood of zombies and mutant beasts every day was like eating millet porridge with pickled vegetables for humans.

Before, there was still meat to eat, but now, eating these every meal, the flow of time in the End of Days World and the Immortal Cultivation World differed by so many times.

The Demonic Tree didn't know how it had passed through this muddled and confused time.

Wu Ping is back now, but the good days seem to have passed.

I am so excited.

But it seems to have forgotten that its actions have caused suffering for the survivors living on it.

It feels like a level ten earthquake is coming.

"The Demonic Tree, the Demonic Tree is in turmoil!"

"What's going on? Is there a strong enemy attacking?"

"You seem to be crazy. Who dares to offend us? Even without the Demonic Tree, our three leaders are enough to dominate this area. The Wood King of Base One has been killed."

"This is an earthquake, it must be an earthquake."

"Alright, everyone quiet down!"

Cao Ke's voice echoed in everyone's ears.

The others don't know, do the three sisters not know either?

The only one who can cause the Demonic Tree to go into turmoil is 'him'.

After calming the emotions of the people below, the three of them immediately went to the highest point on the Demonic Tree.

This is Wu Ping's residence.

Upon entering, as expected, Wu Ping was there.

The three sisters rushed up and hugged Wu Ping.

Their longing was about to burst out.

"Wu Ge~"

"Wu Ge, you've really been gone for a long time this time."

"I'm sorry, Wu Ge."

Looking at Cao Ke wiping away tears continuously.

Wu Ping naturally understood why she was apologizing.

"It's okay, it's okay. You all stick with me, and I'll feel happy. I won't get tired of it."

Cao Ke hugged Wu Ping, her head resting on his chest. "Really, Wu Ge?"

"Oh, sister is talking about me. Without Wu Ge, I wouldn't be able to live, right?"

Cao Ling teased from the side.

Cao Ke ignored her.

She just looked at Wu Ping affectionately.

Wu Ping naturally understood.

The Demonic Tree needs to be fed, Ba Hui needs to be fed, and these three sisters need to be fed.

Whether it's Wu Ping or the three sisters, their constitutions are not ordinary.

So this time naturally has to be around nine o'clock.

Ten days later.

Wu Ping sat cross-legged on top of a tree, observing the stars and constellations in the sky.

It felt as if he could reach out and pluck them.

The surrounding spiritual energy gathered into mist.

It continuously flowed into Wu Ping's body.

At this moment.

He was about to implement his unprecedented and unparalleled grand plan!!!

Why is Wu Ping's combat power so terrifying?

The Nine Layers of the Spirit Palace can kill the Nine Layers of the Dragon Gate.

And it's effortless.

The foundation of all this lies in, aside from supernatural abilities and physical strength.

His realm foundation.

Although Wu Ping is a demonic cultivator.

He cultivates demonic cultivation techniques, emphasizing cultivation speed.

But who dares to say that his foundation is not solid?

Whether it's a tenfold Sea of Consciousness, a Soul Sea suppressed by a hundred thousand zombies, or the Spirit Palace assisted by the combination of the three, these are not paths that ordinary people can walk.

Just casually picking one can create an extraordinary monster.

Not to mention that all realms have reached the perfection that is impossible to surpass in Wu Ping.

Inside his body at this moment.

Golden rain falls in the Sea of Consciousness.

Countless golden lights gather in the sky.

Wu Ping intentionally controls and releases the merits attached to the leaves of the Demonic Tree.

The merits cloud in the sky of the Sea of Consciousness gradually grows larger.

Under the influence of soul power.

The massive merits cloud gradually takes shape.

It is a huge gateway.

Surrounded by auspicious clouds, golden light, and the pervading Dao Rhyme.

This is the gradually perfecting merits Dragon Gate of Wu Ping!

Carved on it are mountains, rocks, plants, birds, and animals, naturally formed and lifelike.

Patterns of the sun, moon, and stars constantly change and appear on it.

At this moment, this Dragon Gate is the highest existence in heaven and earth.

Only when someone leaps over it can they directly transform into a carp dragon, achieving the supreme in the mortal world.

However, this is not a complete Dragon Gate.

It needs constant maintenance and repairs.

Everyone's Dragon Gate is different.

Everyone's limits are also different. If a cultivator wants to go further, they must do their best to explore their own limits.

The external world changes with the rotation of the sun and moon, and the spiritual energy is like mist, constantly being absorbed by Wu Ping's body's acupoints.

Days pass by.

A tremendous change is happening inside Wu Ping's body.

The millions of undead souls suppressed in his sea of consciousness are constantly bowing to the sacred Dragon Gate.

In the empty sky above the mountain city, people occasionally hear illusions.

They hear the sound of water, the sound of waves, but this is a mountain city, far from the sea. Where does the sound of waves come from?

They don't know, they can't see.

That wave is coming from the top of the Demonic Tree.

Sweeping across the entire sky of the mountain city.

In the muddy yellow River of Forgetfulness, new souls and resentful spirits are constantly being thrown into it.

Those waves are the signal calling them.

The mist-shrouded road to the underworld welcomes the dead souls, as if this is their destination.

The sun sets in the west.

There are flickering dreamlike scenes on the horizon.

A scavenging teenager looks up.

His dirty face is already covered in tears.

His body trembles uncontrollably.

He can't help but shout, "Dad... Mom..."

The plastic bucket in his hand falls to the ground without him realizing.

Tears uncontrollably stream from his eyes.

The mist gradually blurs his vision.

No matter how much the teenager wipes, he can't clean himself.

Just when he finally manages to control his emotions a little, the scene from earlier disappears from the sky.

The teenager thinks it was just a dream.

He returns to Base One.

That little nest that belonged only to him.

The young boy curled up, still holding a tattered family photo in his hand.

"Dad, Mom, I miss you so much."

"Is this where I can only temporarily stay?"

Wu Ping opened his eyes.

The golden light inside couldn't be blocked.

It took a long time for it to slowly fade away.

There was a lot of good news. Dragon Gate Realm was established, and his merits increased instead of decreasing. The sea of knowledge, bordering the River of Forgetfulness and the Yellow Springs, suppressed even more wild ghosts.

But several hundred days had passed.

Cultivation knows no time.

The resources that had been busy for so long were almost successful again.

But in exchange, his combat power had increased many times over.

And his cultivation had reached the fifth level of the Dragon Gate.

For Wu Ping at the moment, there was no bottleneck in his cultivation. His aptitude was enhanced by the zombie crystal nucleus and the mutant beast crystal nucleus. Even if it was said to be a once-in-a-thousand-years or once-in-a-ten-thousand-years occurrence, it was possible.

As long as the resources were sufficient and the Demonic Tree could be adequately nourished, he could continue to climb higher.

Looking up, the spiritual power in his body circulated.

Stacking and blending, a seal with black rune patterns engraved on it appeared in Wu Ping's hand.

This was the Earth Store Bodhisattva's Town Sea Sutra!

It possessed terrifying suppression power.

But its killing power was limited.

Its function and subtlety were all concentrated in one town!

Complementing it was the second Dharma Door that Wu Ping obtained from the Earth Store Bodhisattva.

The method of refining the Buddha Whip.

It had no other function, only killing and discipline.

It formed an extremely distinct contrast with the Earth Store Bodhisattva's Town Sea Sutra.

They were even two extremes.

Similarly, it was Wu Ping's next goal.

Looking up, the vast sky still covered the heavens.

Wu Ping was a little absent-minded, and the unanswered questions in his mind arose again.

Currently, the most pressing issue is: "The Demonic Tree is already tens of thousands of meters tall, even surpassing the world's highest peak. Its range even covers the entire mountain city and its surroundings. Why hasn't it extended beyond the planet yet?"

According to reason, the location I am currently in should be considered the stratosphere. Why...

I even had an impulse to fly outwards.

But the unknown universe and various speculations in my mind made me hesitate.

If I go out and encounter something, I'm afraid I won't be able to come back.

Maybe I should wait until I become stronger before deciding.

As my realm becomes higher and my understanding of everything deepens, the doubts in my mind increase.

Wu Ping has developed even more awe for this world.

However, the initial self-perception in his heart has not changed.

In the apocalyptic world, I am invincible.

I don't dare to go to the heavens, not knowing what's there.

Returning to the base, Wu Ping summoned the three women.

From the storage bag, he took out ten puppets that were comparable to the Spirit Palace Realm and gave them to the women.

"These things can be activated as long as they are placed in energy stones."

Wu Ping also took out a few tens of thousands of spirit stones for them.

"As long as you drop your blood on their foreheads, you will be able to control them with your thoughts in the future. These things are comparable to seventh-level evolvers."

These puppets were all spoils of war for Wu Ping.

He took them out for the three women because he was afraid that the changes in the Demonic Tree would attract some people with ulterior motives. What if the three women couldn't handle it alone?

Not only the puppets themselves, but Wu Ping also equipped them with the Law Weapons, Spiritual Weapons, and Treasure Weapons he had confiscated but hadn't sold.

He had also considered whether to teach the people of this world how to repair.

But in the end, Wu Ping rejected this idea.

If they discovered the wonderful use of the Soul Essence and started slaughtering mutant beasts and enhancing their strength, would it cause the balance of the Qi race to lose control and be unfavorable for him to profit?

Perhaps when they started cultivating, they would have almost omnipotent and supremely useful merits, bringing about different changes for them and causing his control to be insufficient.

Because of the time difference between the two worlds, what if Wu Ping stayed in the Immortal Cultivation World for too long and a hundred or a thousand years passed in the post-apocalyptic world in the blink of an eye? What would happen then?

There were too many uncontrollable factors. Although spiritual energy was essential for cultivation, merits were too mysterious.

Wu Ping didn't dare to gamble.

So he intended to lead the post-apocalyptic world's system of becoming stronger in a different direction, such as scientific ascension or physical godhood, but definitely not cultivation.

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