Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Under the full force of the Soul Refining Flag's shaking.

This is the first time Wu Ping has fully unleashed the firepower of this Law Weapon.

Under the rolling black mist, roars reverberate.

Countless evil spirits and zombies rush out.

The island is instantly shrouded in black mist.

In an instant, screams fill the air.

The flying zombies are filled with the desire for fresh flesh and blood, like evil spirits merged in pairs.

This is no joke.

It is not something that an ordinary Soul Refining Flag can compare to.

Wu Ping is completely enraged this time.

If you want to be the devil among devils, Wu Ping doesn't mind.

Even if you want to be the king of heaven, he doesn't mind.

But!!

This person should never have let him bear this blame!!

These innocent people have no conflict of interest with him.

Why should he bear this blame?

Even if these people were sent to be killed by Wu Ping, he wouldn't bother.

Not only is the output of soul production low, but the quality is also poor.

Moreover, he doesn't even know this person.

He has never seen them before, they are complete strangers.

Does he really think Wu Ping is a pushover?

Anyone can come and pinch him a few times.

He Hejun looks at the terrifying scene in the sky.

His heart trembles!!!

The rolling black clouds, ghosts filling the sky!

When did he provoke such a person?

Facing the charging evil ghosts and zombies, He Jun raised his hand to defend himself.

But he couldn't kill them all, not to mention that these evil ghosts were not ordinary Soul Refining Flag material, they couldn't be easily killed.

Almost every one of them was an elite.

"May I ask who Fellow Daoist is? I am He Jun from Prayer Mountain Gate, He Baishan is my father!!!"

"If I have offended Fellow Daoist in any way, please forgive me. Accept this Divine Ability, and I, He Jun, will offer you a generous gift."

Continuously dodging the attacks of the evil ghosts.

He Jun shouted into the air.

"I am Wu Ping, damn it! You dare to frame me, Wu, and don't even recognize me? You have some nerve! Stop the bullshit, today I will take you down, no matter what!!"

"Today you will die, what I say goes, even if your father comes, it won't help!"

"Tyrant, capture him for me!"

A dense black mist gathered around Wu Ping, forming a terrifying figure four meters tall.

Clad in black armor, with a dark complexion.

Eyes glowing blood red.

This was the evil ghost leader that Wu Ping had refined using the soul of the tyrant.

"Roar!!!"

With a roar, the other ghosts retreated.

The tyrant leaped high and smashed down.

In the blink of an eye, it struck in front of He Jun.

A powerful punch, accompanied by a chilling wind, came crashing down.

Seeing that there was no way to avoid this punch, He Jun secretly pinched a seal, and a golden light appeared, enveloping his body, forming a barrier that blocked the tyrant's punch.

Boom!!!

The tyrant may not have much intelligence, but it had great strength.

Seeing that one punch didn't break through, it followed up with ten punches, a hundred punches!!!

This was the command of its master!

Boom boom boom boom...

The dense fists fell on the golden barrier like raindrops.

Although He Jun was protected by this barrier, the recoil force made him very uncomfortable.

He shouted for mercy, saying, "Wu Ping, we have no grievances or enmity between us. I don't know anything about this water village matter. It was all spread by these bandits. Please stop your evil ghost, and I am willing to explain a few things!"

Now, He Jun can no longer say that he is the devil among devils.

This terrifying commander, the evil ghost, has already shocked him beyond measure.

Where did they find such a terrifying soul?

It is unexpectedly so tall.

It should be someone with a special constitution who was captured by Wu Ping and turned into the commander of the evil ghost!

Damn it, why don't I have such luck?

"Am I here today to reason with you? Your bullshit reasons and excuses can be told to the King of Hell. Tyrant, haven't you eaten? Hit him hard, shake him to death!!!"

Wu Ping, who was burning with anger, wants to listen to your explanation?

You better get lost.

Whether you know or don't know, stop talking about those useless things.

You are on this island, so you deserve to die.

"Wu Ping, don't you dare go too far. My father is He Baishan, a cultivator in the Soul Ascension Realm, and I have a close relationship with Wu Kongsheng!!!"

He Jun's appearance is somewhat miserable, blood is flowing continuously from his nose, mouth, eyes, ears, and other places.

This was caused by the tyrant's shock.

There is no other way.

He can only bring up his own father and Wu Kongsheng's banner.

Thinking that Wu Ping's surname is also Wu, and Wu Kongsheng's surname is also Wu, the two should have some connection.

But mentioning Wu Kongsheng, Wu Ping became even more annoyed.

He came down directly from the clouds.

He Jun's face brightened, thinking that Wu Ping was going to show mercy.

He hurriedly added, "I have a lot of good things that I can give you, anything you want, as long as you spare me. Spirit stones, silver tickets, beautiful women, I can give you anything!"

He was very excited.

But in an instant, he was dumbfounded.

He saw Wu Ping push the tyrant aside.

Taking a step forward.

His fist brought the sound of breaking through the air.

Bang!!!!!

The golden barrier shattered into specks of golden light and dissipated instantly.

He Jun, among them, spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground.

"Worthless, can't even open this paper-like thing."

The tyrant stood by, bowing his head and dare not speak.

It wouldn't be able to either.

He grabbed He Jun.

Tore off the storage bag from its waist.

Wu Ping casually threw it away: "Start chewing from the feet, tear it carefully. If you kill it in one bite, I'll kill all of you."

In an instant, countless zombies and evil spirits swarmed in.

The sound of screams continued to ring out.

Only then did Wu Ping look towards the blood-colored small tree on the pile of corpses beside him.

If nothing unexpected happened, He Jun's massacre of the Water Town for a hundred miles was to feed this thing.

Waved his hand.

The tyrant lifted He Jun, whose hands and feet had been chewed off.

There were still traces of blood at the corners of its mouth.

Holding He Jun in front of Wu Ping.

"Stay a bit further away, it's stinking me."

The tyrant shrank its hand again and pulled He Jun closer to its chest.

"I'm asking you, what is this thing used for?"

Wu Ping pointed at the small tree and asked.

"I..."

Before he could spit it out, the tyrant covered He Jun's mouth with its hand.

Forcing him to hold that mouthful of phlegm in his mouth.

Wu Ping looked at him like this and couldn't help but laugh: "Alright, you've got quite the temper. I won't ask anymore, so you won't spit on me. I'm a person who values trust the most. I keep my word. If I say I'll light your lamp, I'll light your lamp. Go find a piece of wood and stick it on top."

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