Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Wu Ping stood in mid-air, blocking the path of the two individuals.

"Get out of the way!!"

Garuda, who was at the forefront, propped himself up with one arm, and his golden hand instantly slapped towards this side.

Wu Ping raised his Buddha Whip and struck.

Black light shimmered.

The golden hand and the black light collided, instantly shattering.

Garuda couldn't believe it!

The cultivator in front of him, who was at the fifth level of the Dragon Gate, had actually teleported to him at a speed he couldn't comprehend, and the next second, that hard whip struck his chest!

He was sent flying like a cannonball.

Smashing through several mountains.

Life or death unknown.

Danyu saw Garuda injured.

Rage instantly clouded his mind.

"Nine-Character Lotus Seal!!!"

Under the rotation of the seal, half of the sky was illuminated.

Buzz—

At some unknown time, a black seal lit up above his head.

Buzz—Buzz—Buzz

Around him, black seals lit up one after another.

Ripples and waves surged in the void, constantly suppressing.

A powerful oppressive force swept over, but the Nine-Character Lotus Seal wanted to resist.

However, compared to the suppression power of the Ksitigarbha's Oceanic Scripture, it was completely powerless, and was directly shattered.

The Danyu Lingtong, who was still in the sky, was instantly suppressed to the ground.

Strange whispers filled his ears.

"Suppress~Suppress~Suppress~Suppress~"

The physical body, consciousness, soul, and true spirit were all imprisoned and sealed within the physical body at this moment, unable to move at all.

It was as if a primordial mountain was pressing down on him.

Weighing billions of tons.

Straining his neck with all his might, he looked at the blood-clothed youth who continuously manipulated the black seal in his hand.

A slightly crazed smile appeared on the face of the Dān Xī spirit child: "Demon... demonic cultivator, do you think you can suppress me?"

A sense of impending destruction gradually emerged.

Several Dragon Gate cultivators who were chasing after them.

Without time to be surprised, Wú Píng, without looking back, fled.

While fleeing, he shouted, "He's going to self-destruct!"

Whoosh!

Thud!

A faint light flashed!

The Dān Xī spirit child, who was gradually swelling up, was pierced through, and the power of self-destruction that had been brewing in his body immediately dissipated.

The sense of impending destruction disappeared.

The few demonic cultivators who had escaped looked back.

They only saw a whip piercing through the Dān Xī spirit child.

The strange power of destruction contained within it destroyed everything about this reincarnated spirit child.

The Dān Xī spirit child's face was filled with horror: "No... it's impossible... why can't my true spirit separate from my physical body?"

The shadow of his true spirit struggled and writhed under the whip, at an extremely fast frequency.

But no matter how hard he tried, he could never escape the suppression of the Kṣitigarbha's Oceanic Seal and the damage from the power of the whip.

The true spirit began to show signs of dispersing.

Wú Píng appeared without knowing when.

He slowly bent down.

"Run!"

"Do you like reincarnation?"

"Let me give you another one!"

"You bald donkey, relying on your powerful true spirit, you like to play with me in reincarnation, right?!"

"Today, I'll make sure you don't see tomorrow's sun!"

For some reason, Wú Píng was clearly cursing the Dān Xī spirit child.

But their eyes always felt that Wú Píng was cursing themselves.

He pulled out the whip that was inserted into the Dān Xī spirit child's body.

Without the restriction of the Buddha whip, the true spirit of the Dawn and Dusk Spirit Child instantly separated from the physical body.

"You demonic cultivator, this monk will return..."

Bang!

A whip struck!

The true spirit of the Dawn and Dusk Spirit Child, like a water-filled balloon, was directly shattered by the whip.

Transformed into countless fragments, it died beyond death.

Bending down, Wu Ping grabbed the bald head, exerting a powerful pulling force, directly pulling the head of the Dawn and Dusk Spirit Child off its neck.

Attached to it was a long spine.

Casually throwing it into the Flying Head Barbarian.

Thirty thousand points credited.

Wu Ping, with bloodied hands, aimed into the distance.

Suction force emanated from his palm.

A black dot kept enlarging.

Gradually revealing its form, it was the Garuda Spirit Child that had been knocked away.

The sound of wind approached.

Bang!

The body of the Garuda heavily landed on Wu Ping's hand.

Just like the Dawn and Dusk Spirit Child before its death, the true spirit on its body constantly flickered with illusions, wanting to escape, wanting to separate from the physical body.

But the injuries caused by Wu Ping's previous whip were too severe.

Both to the physical body and the true spirit.

Both were heavily injured.

With one hand gripping the Garuda Spirit Child's neck, "Do you know, ever since I first encountered you spirit children, I've been fed up. Bald monk, you are destined to never become an immortal or a Buddha in your first life."

"Even if you cultivate for ten lives, a hundred lives, a thousand lives, it will always be the same."

"There is a predetermined fate in the dark."

"Aren't you tired after living for so long? Today, I will help you find release!"

Throwing the body of the Garuda Spirit Child.

Wu Ping held the Buddha whip with both hands, assuming a golf swing posture.

Waiting for the person to fall.

Suddenly swinging.

The physical body, true spirit, and soul are all shattered at this moment.

The oppressive aura brought along sweeps away the nearby mountains.

With the severed heads strung on the tip of the whip, pointing at the Dragon Gate Realm demonic cultivators from the Seven Blood Sect, Wu Ping asks, "What about the other two spirit children?"

Wu Ping hasn't forgotten that the reincarnated spirit children of the Diamond Sect are worth 300,000 points each.

Wu Ping is currently in desperate need of points.

He still has a secret technique and a formation loan to repay.

And he has run out of spirit marrow and spirit stones and needs to buy more.

He certainly won't let go of any money-making opportunity.

Seeing these two reincarnated spirit children, the demonic cultivators from the Seven Blood Sect die in Wu Ping's hands like chickens and dogs.

Immediately lowering their bodies, they speak politely, saying, "Senior Brother Wu Ping, the withered wood spirit child and the fortuitous life spirit child broke through the encirclement and escaped. The dawn and dusk spirit children were the rearguard, so I bit onto them and chased them to you."

"Worthless! So many people, yet you couldn't even keep four spirit children. What have you been doing all these days!?" Wu Ping scolds.

He didn't expect these people to be so useless.

The few of them quickly admit their fault.

They don't dare to talk back.

Wu Ping waves his hand, signaling for them to leave.

After the few of them fly away like they're escaping, Wu Ping looks at Four Eyes.

He gently turns his neck and says, "Four Eyes, let's talk about the matter just now."

"I also think so. During the time when the benefactor was away, I received information that someone seems to have discovered the whereabouts of the Earth Store Bodhisattva's physical body, the Black Lotus. But it appeared in Wangzhou, and this Black Lotus..."

"Also appeared in the tomb of the King of Mount Tai."

"Seeing the benefactor wielding the Buddha-whipping whip, I thought that the benefactor must be interested in the Earth Store Bodhisattva's physical body, the Black Lotus. Mount Tai."

Hearing this name, Wu Ping's heart skips a beat.

He can't be sure if it's the King of Mount Tai, the Ten Yama Kings, that he has in mind.

Because of the example of the Earth Store Bodhisattva, Wu Ping can only speculate like this.

"When did you receive this information?" Wu Ping asks.

"I received the information seven days ago, and many powerful individuals from Wangzhou are preparing to forcibly open the tomb of the King of Mount Tai and seize its treasures. However, the King of Mount Tai was a half-step Immortal Realm expert in his lifetime, so opening his tomb is not a simple matter. It probably won't be opened for a while."

"Do not worry, benefactor.

Wu Ping took note of this information.

There is no one around now.

It is time to settle the matter between the two of them.

'Simu, logically speaking, you are destined to die today. Although we don't have much resentment between us, you disgusted me before, but you also helped me. So, when I whipped you earlier, it shouldn't have been excessive, right?'

Simu shook his head with some fear, 'Not excessive, it's deserved, it's deserved.'

As he spoke, his back still hurt.

That kind of pain was deeper than the pain of entering the Spirit Realm.

It couldn't be cleared away in a short time.

'As long as it's not excessive, you can go your own way, and I'll go mine. Don't stick to me anymore, otherwise it won't just be a whip.'

Simu's expression struggled.

He still wanted to learn more from Wu Ping.

But now he was being told to leave.

To be honest, Simu was a little unwilling in his heart.

But with Wu Ping holding the Buddha whip, he couldn't act recklessly.

And he had made a vow.

He couldn't lay a hand on Wu Ping.

He could only endure the beating.

His previous thought was that no matter how Wu Ping beat him, he could recover with his innate Buddha eyes.

But now, with the Buddha whip in hand, he couldn't recover.

When Wu Ping saw him nod and turn to leave,

Simu called out to him, 'Benefactor, there is one last thing I want to tell you.'

'What is it?'

'Your Red Luan is restless, positioned in the center, neither leaning nor biased, but there are flickering signs of trouble. Be cautious in the Central Earth. My advice is to avoid going if you can avoid it.'

Upon hearing these words, Wu Ping looked up at the sky with a strange expression.

'Red Luan?'

'Are you sure?'

'Where is it?'"

Yinghuo, also known as the name of Mars.

But in this world, where does Mars come from?

So Wu Ping looked up curiously.

Sìmù helplessly said, "How could the donor think that Yinghuo is in the sky?"

Wu Ping was stunned.

Just about to refute, he thought, if inspiration is not in the sky, where is it?

But then he thought that saying that seemed a bit wrong.

After all, the worldviews of the two worlds are still different.

He changed his tone and cursed, "What's it to you, baldy? Get lost while I'm in a good mood, or else I'll whip you until you cry for your parents."

Sìmù flew away.

"Donor, let's meet in Wangzhou on a chosen day. I, Xiaoseng, will be in the south as the Star Killer. There may be a great disaster. If I can't get through it, please donor give me a grave."

Wu Ping put away his Buddha whip.

"You're dead and I'm happy. You want me to give you a grave? I won't go to your grave, I'll crazily steal your offerings. You should be grateful."

At the same time, Wu Ping was curious.

"The Red Luan Star is moving, which means that my destined lover has appeared. I wonder if they are good-looking? What is their cultivation level like..."

"Forget it, I'll worry about it later. After all, in the Immortal Cultivation World, as long as you have cultivation, it doesn't matter how ugly you are."

A few days later, at the Lingfo Peninsula, Tie Chousheng and Wu Qi were cleaning the battlefield with a group of Punishment Peak outer disciples.

"Wu Qi, where do you think Brother Wu went? We've been here at the Lingfo Peninsula for so long and haven't heard any news from him. The people from the Blood Demon Peak are making us sick."

"We can't go back now, it's so annoying!"

Wu Qi wiped his long sword carefully with a cloth and said calmly, "We came here for training, not to rely on Martial Master Brother. But wherever Wu Ping is, we still have our own things to do."

Tie Chousheng sat beside him and said, "I know, I'm just complaining. But how did your cultivation level improve so quickly? It's only been a short while and you're already at the sixth level of the Soul Sea. Do you have any tricks?"

Wu Qi stopped his movements and said, "Fast? I don't think so."

"Of course, it also depends on who you compare yourself to. If you keep comparing yourself to Brother Wu, you won't be able to catch up. We are considered geniuses, but Martial Master Brother is a monster."

"The reincarnated spirit child of the Diamond Sect can kill as they please. We can't compare to that."

"By the way, that Purple Virtuous Spirit Child has set up a formation and has been waiting for Martial Master Brother for a long time. Do you think Martial Master Brother will come?"

"We need to not only fight against those monks during this period, but also have conflicts with the people from Blood Demon Peak."

"Are these people out of their minds? They are all from the same sect. I can't understand why those monks are making a fuss, it's just nonsense."

"It's inexplicable, and I feel like they are targeting us. We're doing the most thankless tasks and getting the least rewards."

Ever since Tie Chousheng's mouth was healed, he couldn't stop talking once he started.

Of course, he wasn't the only one with this doubt.

Wu Qi also had it.

Since they arrived at the Lingfo Peninsula.

They have been targeted by disciples from Blood Demon Peak.

And it's inexplicable.

Like today, cleaning up the battlefield????

They also wanted to go to the front and have a fair fight with those baldies.

Wu Qi shook his head, "I don't know either. Maybe it's because we suffered losses from Punishment Peak disciples before."

"I don't think so. It feels like they are intentionally targeting us. If it continues like this, let's go back. We came here to fight, not to be assigned to do these miscellaneous tasks every day."

After the battlefield was cleaned up.

The two of them returned with a group of fellow disciples to report.

A man wearing the inner sect attire of Blood Demon Peak looked at them arrogantly, "Done?"

The two of them didn't say anything, just nodded.

If they could, they really didn't want to deal with this person.

The man was about to get angry.

But he remembered the orders from above.

He thought to himself, forget it, I don't want to argue with these two dead people.

So he spoke, "Coincidentally, I have something for you to do. This time it's not cleaning up the battlefield. You've always wanted to fight against the monks from Diamond Sect, right?"

"Coincidentally, there's a shortage of manpower at Broken Buddha Cliff. Take this document of mine and report there."

The two of them took the document.

After walking a long way, Tie Chousheng excitedly said, "Finally, we've made it through. We've been looking forward to this day, no longer having to do the task of cleaning up the battlefield!"

"Be careful. Although cleaning up the battlefield is mundane, it's not dangerous. But Broken Buddha Cliff is the front line of the front lines, with constant conflicts. Don't die."

"Don't worry, if you die, I'll die too. We still have to go and appreciate the scenery from high places with Martial Master in the future!"

Tie Chousheng said with a strong spirit.

Night.

Duanfo Cliff.

In the afternoon, the two of them, along with their disciples, had just arrived on the battlefield and were assigned to the night raid team by the disciples in charge here.

But when the raid was launched, the two of them realized something was wrong.

The enemy was too strong.

There were dozens of Soul Palace Realm cultivators, not to mention the countless Buddhist cultivators.

As for them, there was one Dragon Gate demonic cultivator leading the team, ten Soul Palace cultivators, and other disciples.

How could they fight against such a lineup?

Without any surprises, they were defeated.

"Kill them all, without mercy!"

The Buddhist cultivators in the Soul Palace Realm instantly fell to the ground.

The earth opened and closed again.

Wu Qi drew his sword and moved forward.

The long sword swept through.

A shining bald head shot up into the sky.

He caught it steadily.

Wu Qi sat half-sitting on the ground, feeling weak.

Tie Chousheng was also spitting out blood beside him.

Gasping for breath, he said, "I... I knew it. Damn it, they didn't have good intentions when they sent us to the front line. We're probably going to die here today. It's like hitting a stone with an egg. Look, Wu Qi, our Dragon Gate Realm cultivator is about to die, and we'll probably follow soon. I'm out of strength. If you want, just stab me with your sword."

"I don't want to die at the hands of a monk. If they send me to the Western Heaven, as a demonic cultivator, I'll probably be beaten up by a group of monks, right?"

"When that happens, with a bruised and swollen face, it would be embarrassing to talk about it."

Wu Qi looked at Tie Chousheng with a strange look in his eyes. "You seem to have a problem. If you want to die, just hit yourself on the top of your head."

Struggling to get up, Wu Qi held his long sword. "I'm going to kill two scapegoats."

Dozens of Buddhist cultivators attacked from a distance.

Tie Chousheng slowly climbed up. "Alright, if you can't even give me a send-off, then our friendship has faded. In that case, I'll be your human shield. Remember to share the kills with me."

The four eyes met, and it was a moment of understanding. The author wrote it unpleasantly. I apologize and bow to everyone.