Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

The morale of the Buddhist cultivators, who had long been defeated, couldn't stop the onslaught of these roaring demonic cultivators.

Once again, their morale soared, and the mountain that had been weighing on their hearts was lifted by Wu Ping.

Now these people were like wild horses that had broken free from their reins.

The crowd gathered in the sky.

It was as if the Galaxy was pouring down.

Among them, several dozen Dragon Gate Realm demonic cultivators stood out.

When they reached the Buddhist cultivators' position, it was a massacre.

A bloody storm was unleashed.

Wu Ping was in the strait, witnessing it all, still holding the severed head of the angry and wide-eyed spirit child.

The confusion in his eyes could never be resolved in this lifetime.

Why didn't the thunder gather and the punishment fall?

Wu Ping didn't need to worry about what happened next.

He returned to the stationed point in the strait.

The wine in the crystal cup was still warm.

He raised his cup and drank it all in one go!

Elder Qiu applauded and said, "Another great story! I, the pride of our Holy Sect, toast to the slain spirit child with warm wine!!!"

"Hahaha..."

Wu Ping looked at the wine cup in his hand.

For some reason, the wine today was unexpectedly delicious.

Perhaps it was the state of mind.

Drinking wine, with whom, and when, the taste was always different.

Now, let alone this fine wine, even if Wu Ping drank homemade rice wine, it would be a rare existence that one rarely encounters in the mortal world.

With the death of the virtuous spirit child, the remaining Buddhist cultivators were in disarray, defeated and scattered.

The casualties were severe.

In the central stationed point at night, there was a great commotion.

Wu Ping also didn't put on airs.

He is originally a demonic cultivator, emphasizing freedom. Everyone here is also a demonic cultivator.

Who would put on airs?

At least here, no one would act superior in front of Wu Ping.

During the celebration banquet.

The wine barrel was lifted and poured vigorously.

Eating large chunks of meat, drinking large gulps of wine, this is the beauty of life.

Everyone frequently offered wine.

The words from their mouths were full of flattery.

Their hearts were full of sincerity.

They admired Wu Ping, admired his age, admired his talent, admired his combat power!

As well as his determination and talent.

Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng gained a lot this time.

At this moment, they mingled among the demonic cultivators of the Dragon Gate Realm, discussing the glorious deeds of Wu Ping before.

It can be described as eloquent.

Even Wu Qi, who had drunk too much, took out his little booklet that he had prepared for future storytelling and flipped through it.

Tie Chousheng stood by, acting as the sidekick.

The two of them jumped onto the table and narrated vividly, making it come to life.

Especially when they talked about Wu Ping's lofty aspirations, Tie Chousheng drank a whole jar of wine and became spirited: "Senior brothers, you don't know, even I, Tie Chousheng, am a genius. Who would have thought that I would meet Martial Master and Wu Qi."

"I have also been proud of my own achievements. Breaking through to the half-step Soul Sea at the age of a teenager, just one step away from the door of the Soul Sea breakthrough. In my sect, senior brothers, what do you think, isn't that a genius!?"

Everyone nodded in agreement and truthfully said, "Indeed, this can be considered a genius. I, in my twenties, only broke through to the Soul Sea. A teenager with a Soul Sea is extraordinary."

"I broke through to the Soul Sea in my thirties, that is already a genius. The future achievements of Junior Brother Tie will definitely surpass ours!"

Tie Chousheng waved his hand and pointed to Wu Qi beside him, saying, "Do you all know what Wu Qi said about me?"

He bowed his fist towards Wu Ping's position and said, "He said he wanted to pass on a wake-up call to me on behalf of Martial Master, and this sentence successfully woke up Tie Chousheng!"

Everyone was curious and asked one after another.

"What did he say?"

"Yes, Junior Brother Tie Chousheng, what did he say?"

Tie Chousheng's face turned serious: "He said, 'The ambition of the sparrow is to find peace!'"

"Hahaha, even I, Tie Chousheng, a genius, have become a sparrow that cannot fly onto the branches. I am even complacent, not understanding the ambition of Martial Master Brother, not understanding the heart of emulating Wu Qi."

He went on to explain in detail.

Hearing this, many disciples were moved.

The two of them continued to drink their wine while speaking.

This was truly more delicious than the most delicious side dish in the world.

Their emotions even rose to the point where they applauded and shouted, "Good!"

"Well said!"

Wu Ping on the stage had already gotten used to it.

These two would talk wherever they went.

Suddenly, the atmosphere in the field became quiet.

Every disciple looked up at Wu Ping, who was raising his cup.

Someone shouted, "Brother Martial Master, today we return victorious. Brother, you have also gained a good reputation. Why not sing a poem while under the influence of alcohol?"

"Although we have not returned to the sect, the poems you wrote at Punishment Peak have already reached us. We have heard a little about it, but we regret not being able to witness it in person. Why not let me see the saintly act of Brother Martial Master today?"

"We may be rough people, but that doesn't prevent us from appreciating beautiful verses. Although we are demonic cultivators, if we hear Brother Martial Master sing a poem today, it will surely be passed down and praised for generations to come!"

"Such a talented person fighting alongside us against the Buddhist cultivators is also our good fortune. Brother Martial Master, please recite a poem!"

Seeing that these fellow disciples were so enthusiastic, Wu Ping couldn't refuse.

He didn't plan on declining in the first place.

He was at an age where he was full of youthful energy.

He had the words in his mind, so why couldn't he say them?

However, Wu Ping didn't reveal the matter that he claimed as his own.

He stood up.

"Then I will sing a poem, but this poem is not my creation. It was written by a senior named Li Bai. Today, I, Wu Ping, will recite it for everyone's enjoyment."

Looking into the distance at the Heaven Connecting River flowing through the western border, its muddy yellow water flowing all the way.

Wu Ping raised his wine jar.

"Do you not see the water of the Yellow River coming from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning?"

Everyone felt it as they looked at the magnificent Heaven Connecting River, its water muddy yellow, flowing away without return.

"Do you not see, the bright mirror in the high hall mourns the white hair, in the morning like black silk, in the evening turned into snow."

"In the prime of life, one should enjoy to the fullest, do not let the golden goblet be empty under the moon. Heaven has endowed me with talent, even if a thousand gold is spent, it will come back again."

At this moment, time seemed to stand still.

These words seemed to be talking about them, about cultivation.

Since the day they set foot on the path of demonic cultivation, they could never turn back.

Once a demonic cultivator, they would be one for the rest of their lives.

They may appear mighty and imposing, but are they well-regarded by others?

They are not well-regarded.

Fate rushes by, time passes, how many people have died along this path?

It also confirms the line "in the morning like black silk, in the evening turned into snow," the fleeting life of a demonic cultivator.

Compared to righteous cultivators, they, as demonic cultivators, have witnessed too much death and separation.

One moment, they are laughing and joking with friends, the next moment, they may be dead.

But what does it matter?

They can kill others, naturally they have thought that one day others may kill them.

Whoever is more ruthless, whoever survives, the loser dies, no one can blame anyone!

This is the price of freedom.

Life should be like this, isn't being a demonic cultivator about enjoying life to the fullest?

Not being constrained by rules and regulations.

Doing what they want to do, not doing what they don't want to do.

Perhaps I was born to be a demonic cultivator?

At least, despite so many deaths, I am still alive, I have not died!

Even if the situation is dire, there will be a day to start anew.

Who among those in life and death crises has not encountered danger?

Even Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng, these two Soul Sea minor cultivators, have almost died several times.

In the end, didn't they come back to life?

Quietly raising the wine cup and drinking the fine wine in it.

Then, Wu Ping's voice continued to be heard.

"Peng Yang slaughters sheep and slaughters cows, finding joy in it. He must drink three hundred cups in one sitting. Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, let's have a drink. Don't stop the cups. Let's sing a song together. Please lend me your ear."

"Clocks and drums, sumptuous feasts, and precious jade are not enough to satisfy. I hope to remain drunk and never wake up. Throughout history, the sages have all been lonely. Only the drinkers leave their names behind. King Chen once held a banquet in Ping Le, with ten thousand cups of wine for endless merriment. Why does the host speak of little money? Just go and buy it for me, so we can drink together."

"Five-spotted horses and robes worth a thousand gold, call the boy to bring out the exquisite wine. Let us drink away the sorrows of ten thousand generations together!"

"Not a single word changed."

"If it's changed, it won't have the same flavor."

Wu Ping couldn't understand Li Bai's state of mind when he wrote this poem.

But he really liked the famous quotes and beautiful phrases in it.

He also respected the immortal in the poem.

Master Cen, Danqiu Sheng, King Chen, Wu Ping doesn't know them, he hasn't heard of them.

But so what?

He thought it felt good to recite it.

And it doesn't matter.

What matters?

What matters is to enjoy life to the fullest, not let the golden goblet be empty under the moon. I am naturally talented and will surely be of use. Even if a fortune is squandered, it will come back again.

That's enough.

Everyone at the gathering got drunk.

Although they were not ordinary people.

But when the mood is right, wine can intoxicate not only the body but also the mind.

After that, nothing else happened.

Wu Ping didn't wait for the other disciples to finish cleaning up the battlefield before returning.

He had many things to do.

Learn about pharmacology, the poisons that Elder Ouyang gave him have really good effects.

Although Wu Ping can easily kill them himself, the poison can save him effort, and besides, it's never too late to learn more. It's never wrong to learn a little more.

He also needs to register as a disciple of Punishment Peak, which is equivalent to being an inner disciple of other peaks.

He also needs to buy spiritual marrow.

There are too many things to do.

Wu Ping doesn't want to waste time.

Before leaving, the central station of the Lingfo Peninsula was filled with people.

They were all demon cultivators. The poem Wu Ping sang last night was truly passed on from mouth to mouth, and the whole Lingfo Peninsula already knew about it the next day.

Everyone couldn't help but sigh at the boldness in it.

Watching Wu Ping's flying boat soar into the sky.

Everyone shouted together, "Farewell, Martial Master!"

Although they were not from the same peak as Wu Ping.

But Wu Ping's talent, strength, and demeanor all made them admire him.

Arrogant in the face of enemies, unstoppable in battle, and unrestrained in celebration.

Drinking wine heartily.

Laughing and joking with everyone.

And singing poems that could be passed down through the ages.

They were all witnesses.

Everyone understood that this was probably the most they could achieve in their lifetime.

If they were really invincible like they usually boasted, no one would care about them.

Could they still have their current status?

But Wu Ping was different.

If Wu Ping didn't die in the future, he would definitely become a legendary figure.

Admired by billions of people, his deeds would be sung by future generations.

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By that time, in this battle of the Lingfo Peninsula, they would all leave their names in this toast,

As time passed, their names would be remembered for generations to come!

Someone sighed, "Some people are born to be admired."

"That's not entirely true. From the great lines of Wu Ping, 'Born with talent, destined to be useful,' I have realized something."

"What is it?"

"You're right, some people are born to be admired, but we are not worthless either. Every great story, every inheritance, must have witnesses. We are all witnesses.

"Wu Ping's talent and demeanor are the most extraordinary I have ever seen in my life. Take a look, even though I can't become a figure who can command the wind and rain in a certain realm, but if one day, the martial...

Senior Ping stands tall above the sky, and I must be the most enthusiastic person applauding and cheering," hahaha."

"Don't you see the water of the Yellow River flowing from the sky, rushing to the sea and never returning? Isn't this Heaven Connecting River that Senior mentioned the Yellow River? Coming from the heavens, where is there any Li Bai? It's just Senior Wu Ping!"

"In life, we should enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Haven't we always been moving forward on the path of enjoyment?"

"Killing is enjoyment, doing evil is enjoyment, doing good is also enjoyment. Although I am a demonic cultivator, I have never killed anyone who didn't provoke me. Morning turns hair black, evening turns it white. Even if our lives are ordinary and cannot compare to the ancient geniuses, we still need to shine in our own way. Even if what Senior Wu Ping said is just a fleeting moment, we have experienced it in the end."

"That's right, can't compare to Senior Wu Ping, but can't we compare to others? Come on, tell me, who is stronger between the two of us?"

"You're stronger, you're stronger, damn it, Dragon Gate Ninefold looks down on my Dragon Gate Sixfold, you're too arrogant."

"Let's go, let's go clean up the battlefield. I'm full of energy today. Let's find a couple of monks who haven't died yet and sharpen our blades, hahaha."

Thousands of people watched as Wu Ping disappeared into the distance.

They all flew away together.

Seven Blood Sect.

Wu Ping asked Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng to go back first.

He came to the mission hall alone.

Although his reputation was well-known, there were still few people who knew him personally.

They had only heard his name but had never seen him. This was the case for most people.

But when Wu Ping handed over his token and the four bald heads, the disciple in charge of recording the missions stood up instantly.

Looking at Wu Ping with admiration, he said, "You are Senior Wu Ping!?"

"It's me."

The disciple trembled as he checked the heads of the four reincarnated spirit children.

All the disciples present looked over.

"This is the Dalai spirit child of the Vajra Sect, this is the Garuda spirit child, this is the Dawn spirit child, and this... this is the Zixian spirit child!"

The disciple swallowed his saliva.

Picking up Wu Ping's token, after registering the information, he slowly handed it to Wu Ping and said, "Senior... Senior, the reward is already inside. A total of 1.3 million points, with Zixian spirit child's bounty raised to 400,000."

"What else do you think the junior brother needs to do?"

Taking the token, Wu Ping replied, "There's nothing else."

He turned and left.

The disciple shouted excitedly, "Senior brother Wu Ping, take care!"

This is the current Wu Ping.

The people around all stood at attention.

After he completely left,

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"So that's Wu Ping from Punishment Peak? I heard that when he was at the ninth level of cultivation in the Spirit Palace Realm, he was already able to crush and kill the Dalai Lingtong on the Rotten Buddha Mountain battlefield."

"How long ago was your information? The latest news I received from my close friend in the Lingfo Peninsula is that this Zixian Lingtong is famous for his physical body, Zixian Vajra True Body, thunder technique."

"But when he encountered Wu Ping, his physical strength was crushed by Wu Ping. He tried to summon the Thunder Sea to bring down divine punishment, but the thunder punishment didn't even touch Wu Ping and was directly killed on the spot."

"What's that? Do you guys know about the incident on the Zanghe Island?"

"Suggesting the teleportation array, he single-handedly cut off the heads of two reincarnated Lingtongs."

"What you guys are saying is not explosive enough. Listen to me, do you guys know about the Blood Pool on the Blood Demon Peak? Those are Dragon Transformation cultivators. But for some reason, they..."

Wu Ping was causing trouble, and what happened? He was killed on the spot by Wu Ping.

The crowd was discussing it one after another.

Heroes emerge in troubled times.

At present, the Seven Blood Sect is launching wars everywhere.

There are many famous figures on various battlefields.

But the most outstanding among them is only Wu Ping.

Whether it is combat power, talent, or aptitude, he is unparalleled!

Moreover, he brings his junior disciples, which is even more remarkable.

Even the martial flag of Wu Ping is the best group of disciples in the entire Seven Blood Sect.

They are almost inseparable from books, and they are also the most powerful new disciples of the present generation.

Compared to that peak, if we talk about the top disciples, Wu Ping, the current chief of Punishment Peak, dominates the entire Seven Blood Sect.

If we talk about the disciples below, the growth speed of those crazy dogs in the martial flag is simply despairing.

In the Seven Blood Sect, there are countless disciples who want to join the martial flag, but they are not accepted.

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