Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

It looks like they've been guarding here since last night.

As for the thoughts of these demonic cultivators, Wu Ping did not refuse.

He really wants to break through the formation of the Purple Virtuous Spirit Child.

Three hundred thousand points.

How could he not get his hands on it?

Now, facing this Purple Virtuous Spirit Child, he is going all out.

Making money is something Wu Ping never lacks.

As for matters on the front line, if he can break through, then he will.

By the way, he is also a member of the Seven Blood Sect.

How can he enjoy benefits without doing anything?

Looking at these demonic cultivators, they are all skilled and have strong cultivation.

It seems that they are not going against what Wu Ping said.

And there are not only disciples.

There is also an elder coming from outside the gate.

"Greetings, Elder Qiu."

Everyone bowed together.

"Hmm."

Elder Qiu stepped forward and looked at Wu Ping, asking, "Do you have confidence?"

"Rest assured, Elder."

There have already been three reincarnated spirit children of the Golden Vajra Sect who died in Wu Ping's hands.

He is not afraid to add another one.

Elder Qiu's face turned serious as he said, "I already know about the matter on Canghe Island. You did well. If you can kill the Purple Virtuous Spirit Child guarding the Lingfo Peninsula, I will reward you!"

Everyone took off into the air.

Splitting the strait.

As the main strategic point.

It is guarded by the Purple Virtuous Spirit Child.

Compared to others who have kind and gentle expressions, or a natural Buddha-like appearance.

This Purple Virtuous Spirit Child is several meters tall, with muscular body, resembling a Vajra.

Not a Buddha image.

The cultivation technique he practices is the Purple Virtuous Vajra Descends Buddha Sutra.

Its main focus is to use violence to suppress violence.

And it is the strongest among the ten reincarnated spirit children of the Golden Vajra Sect in terms of cultivation and combat power.

"!!!"

"Your Excellency Spirit Child, according to reliable information, Wu Ping has returned and has currently arrived at the other end of the strait!"

Upon hearing the report, the Purple Virtuous Spirit Child

Half-closed purple eyes suddenly opened.

Two beams of light burst out.

It was too piercing for people to meet their gaze.

"Wu Ping"

He stood up.

Approaching a height of nearly three meters, he exuded a strong sense of oppression.

Raising his hand, a golden whip appeared in his hand.

"Beat the drum, challenge!!!"

Purple Xianjin walked out with big steps.

For this guy who killed his good friend!

Purple Xianlingtong couldn't wait to eat his flesh and drink his blood!!

Their reincarnation cultivation was not easy.

But what about Wu Ping?

He directly destroyed the years of effort of the Dalai Lingtong.

Now he has to start over.

As a close friend.

Purple Xianjin couldn't bear this grudge!

He wanted to avenge the Dalai!

Isn't he just a demonic cultivator? He can be killed with a flick of his hand!

The Nine Layers of the Spirit Palace is just a joke.

But Zhi Xiao is different.

He is stationed in the middle of the strait front line.

A group of people were discussing the task of attacking the stronghold.

Suddenly.

The sound of war drums outside rang out.

A disciple from the Seven Blood Sect rushed in and reported, "Elder Qiu, Brother Martial Master, that Purple Xianlingtong 437 is challenging outside!"

"Don't go find him, he came to our door first?"

Wu Ping stood up.

Elder Qiu took out a crystal wine cup in his hand, and the fine wine emitted a refreshing fragrance that penetrated the heart and lungs.

"Fine wine for the talented, it's a good story. Wu Ping, if you can't drink this cup of wine without pain, then go and kill him!!"

"No need, Elder Qiu, just keep it warm for me. I'll drink it when it's time to celebrate."

In his previous life, Guan Yu warmed wine to slay Hua Xiong.

Today, Wu Ping also wanted to emulate this classic move and warm wine to slay Purple Xian.

"Okay, then we'll wait for you to come back and drink this wine to celebrate!"

As the words fell.

Wu Ping flew out.

The vanguard assault force composed of the Dragon Gate Realm quickly caught up.

Between the two canyons.

The waves surged and crashed against the shore.

On the opposite side, war drums resounded.

Looking down into the treacherous canyon below.

A bald, muscular man nearly three meters tall carried a large drum on his back, which was entirely purple and depicted a flying Divine Maiden.

In his hand, he held a hard whip, or rather, a golden pestle, emitting a faint divine radiance.

He stood with folded arms between the two sides.

Allowing the waves to beat against him, he remained motionless.

The sound of war drums on both sides suddenly quieted.

The Purple Virtuous Spirit Child raised his head slightly.

Only to see a figure in blood-red clothes slowly descend in front of him.

He spoke with a thunderous voice, "Are you Wu Ping?"

The tall figure in front of him surprised Wu Ping.

Apart from monsters and true bodies of martial arts, he had never seen someone so tall before.

Even the large bald head on his neck reflected the sunlight.

Wu Ping looked up, "I am Wu Ping. I heard that you have been looking for me?"

While he was sizing up the Purple Virtuous Spirit Child.

This person was also sizing him up.

The Purple Virtuous Spirit Child was puzzled. This demonic cultivator's appearance seemed ordinary.

There was no trace of anything extraordinary.

How did he kill his good friend, Dalai Spirit Child?

He was puzzled.

"Since you know that I have been looking for you, why are you hiding and not daring to see me!?"

Under his command, it was as if the noisy waves around them listened.

A surging force leaked out.

But when it collided with Wu Ping, it disappeared like a mud cow into the sea.

Wu Ping sneered, "Alright, baldy, if you have any skills, show them. I don't have time to argue with you. I'm still waiting for your head on a platter so I can exchange it for points!"

The Purple Virtuous Spirit Child took a step forward, "The head you're looking for is right here. Do you dare to take it?"

"Why wouldn't I dare?"

Since he was given face but didn't want it, Wu Ping took the initiative.

He used his Dragon Claw technique, striking with his dragon claws!

Golden dragon scales attached to his hands, and the tips of his fingers gleamed with sharp cold light.

"Come on, I've heard that you, this demonic cultivator, have a strong physical body. I hope you don't disappoint me!"

Raising his hand, he formed a claw and reached out towards Wu Ping.

The palms of the two instantly clamped and entangled.

With a simultaneous exertion of force, the clamped palms immediately made a cracking sound.

Feeling the tremendous force, Zi Xian Ling Tong's inner alertness instantly rose!

In this person's slender figure, there is unexpectedly a power that is not inferior to his own?

No, it's even stronger!

It should be noted that among the ten reincarnated Ling Tong of the Diamond Sect, Zi Xian's power is considered second, but no one dares to claim first!

His terrifying physical strength is also the source of his confidence.

But today, he actually encountered an opponent whose physical strength is even stronger than his own!

He doesn't believe it!

He exerted force for the second time.

Wu Ping felt the increased force transmitted through his hand and couldn't help but say, "I overestimated you. I thought you, the number one reincarnated Ling Tong of the Diamond Sect, would be different from the others."

The result is the same, not worth a blow!

While speaking, Wu Ping also exerted force for the first time.

Snap!

Zi Xian Ling Tong's hand was directly squeezed flat by him, and the golden dragon claw pierced into the flesh.

Feeling the pain transmitted through his hand.

Zi Xian Ling Tong forcefully pulled his hand back.

But the flesh and bones were already firmly locked by the dragon claw.

Struggling forcefully would only cause the skin of the palm to tear.

Looking at the deformed hand that Zi Xian pulled out.

It was already unrecognizable.

Black blood flowed out from it.

"You poisoned me!!"

Wu Ping casually threw away the flesh on his hand and asked somewhat puzzled, "Why can't I use poison?"

"Isn't this just another method?"

"Do I have to play with you, exchanging punches and kicks?"

"Sorry, if you want to play like that, you should have said it earlier."

Wu Ping's attitude instantly made Zi Xian furious.

He fiercely smashed down with the single-handed golden pestle.

Originally, this powerful and heavy strike was enough to split mountains and open up the sea.

But it was firmly caught by a meaty hand.

A muffled sound came.

The onlookers around only felt their vision blur, and a golden whip appeared in Wu Ping's hand.

He fiercely whipped it.

That tall figure was directly smashed into the mountain cliff.

Wu Ping raised an eyebrow slightly: "I admit that you are the strongest physical body I have ever seen. Surviving my whip, you deserve the title of the chief spiritual child of the Vajra Sect."

In the smoke-filled cliff.

A staggering figure walked out.

His chest collapsed, blood soaking through. The terrifying injuries would have been fatal for anyone Wu Ping had encountered before.

But this Purple Virtue Spiritual Child survived.

With thick eyebrows raised, he stared at Wu Ping like a Vajra.

"It's only been a few rounds? Purple Virtue Spiritual Child has been beaten like this. These are already serious injuries!!"

"Martial Master, you are mighty!!!"

"Martial Master, kill this monk!!!"

"Go, Martial Master, take advantage of his illness and kill him!!!"

"Kill him on the spot, this bald donkey is going crazy before your arrival!"

For a while, the morale of the demonic cultivators soared.

As for the Buddhist cultivators.

They were enveloped in a sense of desolation and fear.

Too strong.

Wu Ping was just too strong.

Strong to the point that even someone like Purple Virtue Spiritual Child couldn't last a few moves against him.

And Purple Virtue Spiritual Child's strongest physical body was actually crushed!?

At this moment, they doubted themselves.

They doubted the restraining relationship between demonic cultivation and Buddhist cultivation.

A shocked Buddhist cultivator said, "He... he just used his flesh palm to catch Purple Virtue Senior Brother's... Is he still human?"

"Didn't they say that demonic cultivators have weak physical bodies, extreme cultivation, and are burdened with the power of great karma? Why is Wu Ping so excessively strong..."

"Look at the weapon in his hand!!!"

The demonic cultivators looked over.

When they saw it clearly, they felt like the sky was falling.

The weapon in Wu Ping's hand was actually made from the relics of a high-ranking monk from the Buddhist Gate.

And such a sacred object actually fell into the hands of a demonic cultivator, used to whip Buddhist cultivators?

What is this?

They couldn't find the words to describe it.

It was like a man who had put in so much effort to pursue a woman, only to see her being treated like a plaything by someone else.

Who could accept that?

Seeing the morale plummeting drastically, a wise person stood up and shouted, "Don't be afraid, everyone! Our spiritual child still has a trump card!"

"Yes, Spiritual Child, hold on, you must kill this evil demon!!!"

"Come on, Lord Zixian, use it quickly, there's no time left."

Listening to the voice behind him.

Zixian's spiritual disciple spat out blood from his mouth.

His cheeks were sunken, clearly showing signs of severe poisoning.

"I didn't want to use her originally, but I underestimated your combat power. If I don't use her today, I'm afraid the battle line in the Lingfo Peninsula will be lost in my hands."

While speaking.

Zixian's spiritual disciple raised the golden pestle in his hand and struck the purple-skinned drum on his back.

With one strike, the weather changed.

With the second strike, thunder and lightning flashed.

With the third strike, purple clouds filled the sky.

The sound of celestial music played together.

The illusion of the Divine Maiden on the purple-skinned drum came to life.

She walked out from it.

The golden silk ribbon in her hand danced.

Underneath the dark clouds, she performed a solemn and dignified dance, accompanied by thunder and lightning, and the sounds of celestial music and Buddhist chants.

For a moment, everyone was mesmerized.

And at this moment, Zixian's bald head grew hair.

It instantly covered his whole body.

With the Divine Maiden's dance in the sky, he grew larger and larger, ten zhang, a hundred zhang, a thousand zhang!

Boom!

The purple hair instantly shattered.

His true form was revealed.

Surprisingly, it was the true form of Zixian, one of the eight Vajras of the Buddhist Gate, the Vajra who transcends sin.

His canine teeth grew longer at the corners of his mouth.

Holding the golden pestle in one hand and embracing the purple drum in the other, he glared angrily.

With a strike.

"Thunder Roar!"

Boom!

Countless thunderous sounds echoed in the sky.

"You evil demon of the outside world, divine punishment is here, surrender now!"

The Vajra shouted angrily.

If it were anyone else, they would have been scared out of their wits.

B...

He looked at the gathering thunderous sea in the sky with a strange expression on his face.

He didn't know what to say.

Should he say that when he opened up his sea of consciousness to ten percent, he had already experienced the Thunder Tribulation?

It is neither painful nor itchy.

Is it as thin as a pinky finger?

Although this is the reality.

But Wu Ping dare not be careless.

Of course, not because of Zi Xian.

But because this thunder symbolizes divine punishment, the will of heaven.

Although he is a demonic cultivator, he still needs to show respect.

The Great Dao, the Great Lord, and the Heavenly Dao, the Second Lord, have previously shown mercy to him.

Regardless of whether it is true or not.

In any case, showing respect is not wrong.

So, under the gaze of the crowd, Wu Ping began to tidy up his appearance.

At first, everyone thought he was scared.

But the more it went on, the more unusual it became.

Huh? Huh? Why is this person taking out two sticks of incense and offering them to the rolling sea of thunder?

What is he doing?

Even the spirit child of Zi Xian was confused by this.

He might also be deeply poisoned.

Thinking that Wu Ping was scared.

He couldn't help but shout, "Demonic cultivator, die!"

The thunder in the sky roared together.

Countless thunder dragons descended.

Just when everyone's hearts were clenched, wanting to see what would happen next.

The thunderbolt, thicker than a water bucket, hit Wu Ping and turned into the size of a pinky finger.

Neither painful nor itchy, at most, a wisp of blue smoke emerged.

There was no injury on his body.

He raised the incense and bowed again.

The sea of thunder gradually dissipated.

Under the three bows, the world became clear, and there were no clouds for thousands of miles.

Wu Ping kept muttering, "This person is ignorant, causing trouble for the Great Dao, the Great Lord, and the Heavenly Dao, the Second Lord. I am grateful to the two of you for taking the time to strike me. Wu Ping is deeply grateful."

The people around were dumbfounded.

"The... the sea of thunder punishment was... was eliminated by his worship!?"

"What... what kind of secret technique is this? Can the sea of thunder punishment really be eliminated by worship?"

"No, no, it can't be explained as just elimination by worship."

"Why did the terrifying divine punishment fall on this demonic cultivator, and it was only as thin as a pinky finger?"

"I refuse to accept it, heavens, please open your eyes, this person is a demonic cultivator, he is a demonic cultivator!"

"He killed the Dalai Lama's spiritual child of our sect, as well as many innocent people. He is a demonic cultivator who commits all kinds of evil deeds. Oh heavens, why don't you strike him down?!"

"The heavens want to destroy us, the heavens want to destroy us..."

The transformed form of the Purple Virtuous spiritual child, the Purple Virtuous Karmic Vajra, also stopped.

Continuously beating the large purple drum in his hand.

"Bring forth the thunder, bring forth the thunder!"

"Why won't the thunder come?!"

"Bring forth the thunder!"

The Purple Virtuous Karmic Vajra is on the verge of collapse.

Wu Ping leaped up high.

The black seal in his hand instantly covered the sky.

Directly pressing down.

The terrifying power of suppression kept descending.

"Suppress, suppress, suppress..."

The whispers within the seal echoed in the ears of the Purple Virtuous Karmic Vajra.

He knelt down with a loud crash.

Firmly suppressed.

Even until this moment, he was still shouting, "Why?! The thunder doesn't gather, the thunder punishment doesn't fall!"

A smile appeared at the corner of Wu Ping's mouth.

Would he say that he and these two lords were close, with an inseparable relationship?

Would he say that he possessed great merits and was not the demonic cultivator described by these people?

No!

Wu Ping would definitely not say that!

Sometimes, being confused until death is the greatest torment.

"Go ask your Buddha in the Western Heaven!"

He swung the Buddha-whipping staff in his hand and struck down.

With great force and weight.

The head of the mountain-like Purple Virtuous Karmic Vajra exploded under the fierce strike.

The true spirit of the Purple Virtuous spiritual child scattered and dissipated.

From then on, there would be no more Purple Virtuous spiritual child in this world.

Thirty thousand points were credited.

Seeing that the strongest Buddhist cultivator in the Lingfo Peninsula had died.

The demonic cultivators instantly erupted in cheers.

"The Great Monk Purple Virtuous is dead, ah!"

"Today, we have taken control of the Lingfo Peninsula. From now on, this place will be the territory of our Seven Blood Sect."

"Baldies, prepare to die!"

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