Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

A special existence.

One is enough.

There is no need to seek the same kind in the doomsday world.

In the world of Immortal Cultivation, where there are countless cultivators, the greater the difference between the two worlds, the more benefits one can obtain by freely transmigrating between the two worlds. If the two worlds become the same, then what's the point of playing?

It is not yet his turn to become the ancestor and establish the cultivation path in the doomsday world.

If possible, Wu Ping would prefer the technological path in the doomsday world.

Wu Ping remembers seeing a post online before.

The question was, which is more powerful, the Star Destroyer or the Gold Core expert?

And the comment with the most likes below was, "Lu Bu is invincible, Dian Wei is invincible on the ground, Gold Core Patriarch can use the Star Destroyer, invincible among the invincible, the king of kings, ham sausage, jelly he loves... I'm getting off track."

Two worlds in extreme conflict.

Only after the integration of information gaps can more unknown things be produced.

For example, changes where 1+1 is greater than 2, greater than 3, and even greater than 4.

This is the kind of change Wu Ping wants to pursue.

The three women looked at the ten puppets placed in the room with some shock in their eyes.

Eighth-level evolvers.

Those are the powerful beings they dare not even think about now.

They didn't expect these things that look like robots to be so terrifying!

What about him?

The three women looked at him with an admiring expression.

Another night of exhilarating battles.

The next morning, they set off.

Of course, they were not returning to the Immortal Cultivation World, but heading towards the distance with anxious and excited hearts.

The place Wu Ping is going to now is the Shaolin Temple.

As for the Tibetan area...

He thought about it for a long time, but in the end, he decided not to go.

The myths and legends of the Tibetan area are a bit too far-fetched.

Many of the myths and legends are simply inexplicable, including those Buddhist legends from foreign countries, inexplicable!

Ever since he learned that Ba Hui is a divine seed, Wu Ping has been somewhat wary of these things.

As for the Taoist immortal mountains and the like, Wu Ping hasn't even thought about them at the moment.

The Five Great Mountains, the Six Imperial Guards, the Three Pure Ones, and so on, it's fine if they don't exist.

But if they do?

According to the settings in the myths and legends...

There's no escaping.

He dares not go.

We should first pick the soft persimmons.

This Shaolin Temple looks quite soft.

He flew towards the general direction.

The divine consciousness continued to scan the ground.

But as Wu Ping flew on, he realized that something was off.

Why... is it so big?

In the city, he couldn't feel it, but once he came out, Wu Ping could clearly sense that the world had become much larger.

Even a random mountain peak felt higher than before.

Strange speculations arose in his mind once again.

After flying for an hour, Wu Ping finally arrived at the foot of his destination.

He looked up.

Is that Songshan Mountain piercing through the clouds?

He couldn't quite grasp it.

Isn't it too obvious?!

For a moment, Wu Ping doubted himself, wondering if he should go up or not.

But if he didn't go up, he wouldn't be able to obtain the relics to refine the Buddha's whip. Those bald monks, he would make them regret it in his next life.

It was simply unbearable.

Ask if he's dead.

Like dead.

Ask if he's still alive.

Like dead.

To hell with it.

Wu Ping couldn't take it anymore.

He flew up the mountain.

The misty forest on the mountain exuded a sense of tranquility, with a hint of a fairyland.

Shaolin Temple was built with red bricks and green tiles among the mountains.

However, many buildings had been destroyed.

Moreover, there was no sign of 'people' moving around, especially here.

The divine consciousness swept through.

The situation was clear at a glance.

No people, no zombies.

There were bloodstains, but they only proved that there had been zombies here before.

But they had disappeared.

Wu Ping speculated that they had been eaten by mutant beasts.

Zombies eat mutant beasts, and mutant beasts also hunt zombies.

But now, there were no mutant beasts in Shaolin Temple.

However, since the divine consciousness could scan everything, Wu Ping naturally had nothing to fear.

If the divine consciousness couldn't penetrate, then today's retreat drum would probably be sounded.

He landed in the courtyard.

The silent surroundings breed an inexplicable terror.

The eerie atmosphere, along with collapsed and faded Buddha statues, adds to the strangeness.

Wu Ping's divine consciousness is fully activated.

Enveloping the surroundings.

Always paying attention to the environment around him.

To say something embarrassing, if you ask him to fight ghosts with real weapons, he is not afraid.

Even if it's the underground hiding the ghost fire of Ksitigarbha, he would go there without fear, where resentment rolls and lingering souls survive.

Because Wu Ping knows there is something inside.

He saw it.

But now, with his divine consciousness scanning thoroughly, there is nothing.

But the surroundings are eerie, with a suppressed atmosphere.

Wu Ping can only search for what he needs in the temple with a brave face.

Because of the presence of divine consciousness, it is not difficult.

Soon he found a pile of relics.

Really a pile!

From small to large.

From the size of a pinky finger to the size of a fist.

Now Wu Ping is holding a fist-sized relic in his hand.

He couldn't help but wonder, "How does this thing exist inside the body?"

Wu Ping is puzzled.

As soon as he spoke, a breeze blew, causing the windows and the temple's main door to continuously flap and make noise.

When Wu Ping turned his head to look, he heard a strange laughter from behind.

"Cough cough cough... hehehe...."

With this, Wu Ping's whole person instantly felt uneasy.

He knew, he just knew, something was wrong with this place!

He pushed out a palm with all his strength, using all his power.

This move had no reservations.

It directly shattered half of Shaolin Temple, and even half of Mount Song was crushed by Wu Ping's palm.

Debris flew, as if the earth was collapsing and the sky was falling.

The Buddha statue in front of him was completely obliterated.

All fear stems from insufficient firepower.

But just now, Wu Ping felt like he had too much power, too much.

But he really did hear the strange laughter just now.

In the next moment, golden light suddenly burst from the position where the Buddha statues were originally placed.

In the vast sky, there was a Buddha practicing.

A true dragon soars in the sky.

Wu Ping was mesmerized.

Lost in thought, he didn't know how much time had passed.

The sky was already dark.

A complete set of techniques and their applications appeared in his mind.

This was the truly terrifying art of combat.

But the name made Wu Ping feel somewhat strange.

Dragon Claw Hand!

Simple and direct, one of the Shaolin's seventy-two ultimate skills.

Could this thing also be infused with spiritual power?

Wu Ping felt that his worldview was once again being shattered.

When he came to his senses, it was already late outside.

A gentle breeze blew.

Wu Ping felt a chill.

No, that's not right!

How could he, with his constitution, feel chilly just from the wind?

Wu Ping suddenly looked up.

The Shaolin Temple, which had been shattered along with Mount Song, appeared intact once again.

He was still standing inside the Buddha Hall.

But the faded Buddha statue in front of him was no longer as kind and gentle as before.

Their necks stretched out long, almost touching his face.

Wu Ping was about to be smothered.

The kind and gentle face, combined with such a eerie scene.

The chill he felt, it wasn't just a gentle breeze!

It was a fucking huge Buddha head blowing air behind Wu Ping's neck!!!

Bang!!!

Wu Ping's face turned pale as he jumped up.

Relying on his strong physical body, he directly smashed through the temple and into the sky.

Above the clouds, Wu Ping fled frantically.

That's right.

He was fleeing!

It was eerie, too eerie.

He didn't even know what language to use to describe the scene in the Shaolin Temple.

A cool breeze blew behind his neck.

His hair stood on end!

"What the hell is going on!!!!"

Wu Ping shouted in anger, venting his unease.

Then he thought of something.

From Feitou Man, he took out the relics he had collected in Shaolin Temple before.

Upon seeing this.

Relics?

What kind of relics are these?

Each black bone emits a faint golden light.

There are even teeth among them!

And that fist-sized relic is a proportionally reduced skull.

There are even fresh buds of flesh that haven't been completely removed.

Wu Ping resisted the urge to throw them away.

He gritted his teeth and landed on the top of a mountain peak.

After placing these ghostly things on the ground.

They turned back into their original relic appearance.

Wu Ping frowned as he looked at them.

The problem now in front of Wu Ping is whether or not to use these relics to refine the Buddha Whip according to the recorded method in the Dafobiang.

There are at least hundreds of kilograms of relics in his storage bag, and even several hundred kilograms.

But this strange appearance is not at all like the relics he remembers!

Will the thing refined from it still be a normal Buddha Whip?

Wu Ping is somewhat uncertain.

But if he is told not to use them, Wu Ping really doesn't know where to find usable relics next.

By the way.

These are all genuine.

They can be used.

They are just very strange.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Let's try it first. If something is wrong, I'll run away myself!"

Wu Ping said.

He raised his hand, pinched the spell, and with a thought, the sticky Jizo Ghost Fire surged out from his hand and slowly enveloped these relics.

Floating in the air, it looked like a large mass of living sticky organism.

It was still constantly surging.

It emitted a terrifying high temperature.

This is the method of refining the Buddha Whip!

The Jizo Ghost Fire is the key.

Continuously casting spells into it.

Strange images kept appearing on the surging Jizo Ghost Fire.

Faces of people, old men, young girls, teenagers, young men, children.

There are scenes of two creatures with similar appearances fighting.

There is horror, a group of humanoid things devouring each other.

Wu Ping's back was covered in goosebumps as he persevered through his fear and continued with the refining process.

Whip forging was a delicate task.

It required meticulous craftsmanship.

Days passed by second by second.

Until the early morning of the 7749th day.

When a ray of sunlight shot down from the horizon.

The ghostly fire of the Earth Store Bodhisattva stopped wriggling.

Wu Ping's hand gestures came to a halt.

The ghostly fire of the Earth Store Bodhisattva retracted into his body.

In the air, a whip made of countless condensed relics floated.

Continuously emitting the black-gold Integrated Union's ripples.

Creating ripples in the empty void.

0... Seeking flowers.

It was quite eerie.

Upon closer inspection, those round and smooth relics embedded together were actually pieces of human bones.

At both ends of the whip, there were two round and smooth relics, or rather, skulls.

Wu Ping reached out his hand.

The whip flew into his hand.

With a gentle grip, a cold and icy sensation came over him.

Making him shiver involuntarily.

In order to test its power.

Wu Ping symbolically swung the whip and struck the mountain.

But with just this light touch, the mountain beneath his feet instantly crumbled.

The terrifying power surprised Wu Ping.

He took a leap into the sky!

A smile couldn't help but appear on his face.

"You like reincarnation, don't you!?"

His figure flashed.

Wu Ping disappeared into the air.

Immortal Cultivation World.

The battle between the Seven Blood Sect and the Diamond Sect was nearing its end.

Defeat was like mountains collapsing.

The territory of the Diamond Sect was continuously squeezed.

Until finally, only a corner remained.

Wu Ping had just returned to the Immortal Cultivation World.

He felt a very familiar aura.

"Wu Shizhu, you made me wait."

He turned around.

Four eyes waited for him in the original place!

There was a smile on his face.

Wu Ping also smiled.

"I made you wait for a long time."

"Come, come, come over here, I'll show you something good."

Four eyes looked at Wu Ping with some hesitation.

He felt that something was off, first of all, Wu Ping's cultivation had actually reached the fifth level of Dragon Gate!

What happened in the past ten or twenty days?

How could Wu Ping's cultivation increase so quickly?

Four eyes didn't know.

He was very puzzled.

Secondly, he could sense the hostile aura emanating from Wu Ping.

...0...

Well, you can tell without feeling it.

He not only didn't come up, but also took a few steps back and said, "Just let me see it from here, benefactor."

How can you see clearly like this? If you don't come over, I'll come over to show you."

Wu Ping walked forward.

He took a step forward, and four eyes took a step back.

Then the frequency of their advancing and retreating gradually increased!!

In the end, it evolved into four eyes running away and Wu Ping chasing after him!!!

"Wu benefactor, why are you chasing after me, what do you want to do?"

"If you don't run, I won't chase."

"If you don't chase, I won't run!"

"You stop."

"You stop first."

"Do you stop or not?"

"I won't stop, no matter what!"

"Alright, alright, I'll let you run!"

The seal on his hand lit up, and the black talisman patterns intertwined, constantly emitting an uncomfortable feeling.

Four eyes turned around to take a look.

Wu Ping propped himself up with one hand.

The seal flew directly towards him!

An extreme oppressive force struck.

Four eyes used the technique of the golden cicada shedding its shell to dodge.

The mountains in front were enveloped by the seal.

They were instantly crushed and tightly pressed against the ground.

The terrifying power made four eyes feel a bit shocked.

But this is not the end.

In the next moment, Wu Ping took out something that made him terrified!

It was a whip made up of eighteen sections, all crafted from the remains of high-ranking monks.

Each section depicted one of the eighteen layers of hell.

"I won't let you escape. Today, I won't just break your legs!" Wu Ping swung the whip.

A black light emanated from the whip, gradually expanding to thousands and tens of thousands of meters.

Golden light burst forth from the four-eyed figure.

But when this golden light came into contact with the attack from the whip, it instantly disintegrated and dissipated.

"So you want to be reincarnated, huh? You think you're powerful? Run! Run for your life!" Wu Ping swung the whip repeatedly.

The four-eyed figure jumped and dodged the strikes.

Wherever the whip passed, the black light it unleashed destroyed everything it touched with terrifying force.

The four-eyed figure accidentally got hit by the whip.

The intense pain caused his face to change drastically.

It affected his physical body, soul, and true spirit.

It felt as if all three were being torn apart by the whip.

Finally, the four-eyed figure recognized what Wu Ping was holding in his hand.

"The Whip of Buddha!" he exclaimed.

"How did you, a layman, possess the Earth Store Law Weapon, the Whip of Buddha?!" Wu Ping laughed in a chilling manner, his tone neither fast nor slow. "Take a guess."

This time, the four-eyed figure was truly frightened.

If he were to be killed by this thing, his true spirit would have no chance of escaping.

"Calm down, layman. We have no grievances or enmity between us. I have never harmed you. If you're willing to stop, I'm willing to give you a great gift," Wu Ping said.

A great gift?

Wu Ping didn't want it!

Right now, he just wanted to whip this bald donkey who kept saying he couldn't die in front of him to death!

"It's about the Black Lotus of the Earth Store Bodhisattva's physical body!" the four-eyed figure shouted.

Wu Ping then stopped chasing him.

"What did you say?" Wu Ping asked.

The four-eyed figure, standing far away, said, "It's about the Black Lotus of the Earth Store Bodhisattva's physical body."

At the same time, a figure approached from a distance, fleeing in a golden light.

Wu Ping glanced at him and pointed the whip at him, saying, "You stay here and don't move. I'll settle the score with you later."

In the sky, a head with a value of three hundred thousand, and two heads would be six hundred thousand, flew rapidly.

"The one in front, quickly stop these two people. They are the reincarnated spirit children of the Vajra Sect, Garuda and Dawn!"