Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

In a mountain hollow,

Covered in lush spirit grass, figures come and go.

Continuously picking these valuable spirit medicines.

An old man holds a treasured sword, standing tall and straight,

Suddenly feeling a strange sensation in his heart.

Subconsciously looking in a certain direction,

A black dot in the sky gradually grows larger.

It turns out to be a ferocious evil beast.

Before its arrival, a chill fills the people in this mountain hollow,

As if they have been targeted by a flood or a fierce beast.

Everyone stands up and looks,

Only to see a giant fish swimming through the air.

Two people are standing on top of it.

One in blood-red clothes, the other in black.

The newcomers are Wu Ping and Wu Qi,

A swirling black mist hovers above their heads, gradually covering the sky, as if a storm is approaching.

The old man soars into the sky, blocking the path of the evil beast beneath Wu Ping.

"That seems to be Wu Ping from the Blood Rain Sect!"

"And Wu Qi, Wu Qi is also there."

"Can someone tell me why fish can have living souls? And why can they be refined into evil spirits?"

"With this posture, this is probably the Thousand Soul Banner, a spiritual weapon... How many people has Wu Ping killed?"

"I see resentment and malevolence soaring, as if hell is condensed in that area of dark mist and black clouds."

"Why would there be such strange living souls... Are these all humans?"

"Most of them have limbs, so they should be humans."

"But how can humans be so ferocious and deformed?"

The people below continue to discuss,

Wu Ping and the old man lock eyes.

Wu Qi tries to move forward, but Wu Ping slaps him back to his original position.

"Sit tight, going up there is just asking for death."

Wu Qi wanted to argue back, but didn't know how to. Fighting against stronger opponents was possible, but a one-for-one exchange was too much.

He hadn't grown to the point where he could easily handle a few small segments and then add a big one.

It was too exaggerated.

But if it was him... maybe he could.

Wu Qi watched Wu Ping's figure and silently said in his heart.

Taking out his notebook and pen, he was ready to record the situation on the battlefield.

"Is it that Wu Qi can't do it, but you, Wu Ping, can easily surpass the victory?"

The old man drew his sword.

The tip of the sword pointed directly at Wu Ping's forehead.

"Killing you and killing them is about the same. I have a hobby. When I eat, I like to save the best for last. But when it comes to killing, I like to kill the strongest first."

Wu Ping's smile gradually faded.

He didn't know which skill to use first.

The old man seemed to be angered by this statement!

Sword Intent surged around him: "Listen, you little devil!!!"

"I am an elder from the Cool Breeze Sect, Mo Xinghuai. This is the name of the person who will kill you. Don't remember it wrong. Today, I will avenge the countless people who were slaughtered by you!"

Righteousness filled the air.

Clichéd phrases.

And Wu Ping couldn't understand why, these were all...

Forget it, there's no need to say these things to him.

"Elder Mo is mighty!!!"

"Elder Mo, kill them all, eliminate the harm for the people, avenge the thousands of ordinary people who were killed by them!"

"These evil demons must be exterminated by us righteous cultivators."

"I hate that my cultivation is too weak. Otherwise, one of the wounds on your Demon Star body today would have been left by me!"

"Such people don't deserve to coexist with us. Their souls must be extracted from their bodies, so they can experience the pain that innocent souls have endured."

"Hahaha, did you hear that, Wu Ping? This is a disciple of the righteous path, flourishing with righteousness. Under the banner of righteousness, you, a demonic cultivator, will eventually be eradicated from this world. Hahaha..."

Mo Xinghuai seemed to be very pleased and enjoyed the sound coming from behind him.

But suddenly, Wu Ping's voice, although not loud, was like a drop of cold water falling into his hot oil-like state of mind.

"So noisy, I like it quiet, Fire Demon Hell, ignite."

Boom boom boom--

A series of thunderous sounds echoed through the sky.

The earth suddenly cracked, and cracks spread into the distance.

Rolling hot air spread out from them, causing rocks to fall.

Then, a magma several meters thick suddenly erupted from the cracks, instantly hitting two cultivators who had no idea what was happening.

Under the terrifying high temperature, charred remains? Corpses?

No, they were directly vaporized.

Not even a scream was heard.

And this was just the first magma column, followed by more than a dozen.

Almost covering the entire mountain hollow, in the blink of an eye, these people were wiped out on the spot.

Wu Ping spread his hands and said, "Good! It's quiet now. The disciples of the righteous path are indeed of high quality. Their righteousness is not enough, so they even self-combust. They are truly role models. Elder Mo, may I ask for your opinion? Is there anything you would like to say?"

Mo Xinghuai's mouth twitched, and his face gradually darkened.

His aura surged, and spiritual power emanated from his body, exerting a powerful pressure on Wu Ping.

This was the aura unique to a strong Soul Sea cultivator.

He couldn't believe it, he really couldn't believe it. Wu Ping actually dared to provoke him like this!

And it happened suddenly!

These were disciples of the sect!!

Living beings!

He was furious!

He didn't know what to say to express his feelings anymore.

"Ah!!!!"

A sword strike, a hundred meters long sword energy, hundreds of them in one go.

Wu Ping kicked away the big fish and Wu Qi sitting on its back.

The figure flickered in the air, evading the sword energy one after another.

It appeared calm and composed, exuding an unparalleled elegance.

"Slow, too slow. You've reached the Soul Sea realm at your age, but are you not proficient in offensive techniques?"

"How did you cultivate your cultivation? Did you learn from a thousand-year-old turtle or a ten-thousand-year-old tortoise, enduring hardships all the way?"

"You must have really lived a long life, causing the deaths of many, right?"

"Look at the disciples of your Cool Breeze Sect, flying all over the sky, merging into this world. This is Dao Integration with the body. You should thank me for letting them abandon their physical bodies and cultivate some kind of corpse-dissolving immortality. Hahaha."

"Maybe they'll even cheer and say, 'He made it, he made it!'"

Playing with words?

Wu Ping usually didn't like to argue with others.

But this old man seemed mentally unstable, starting off with a pretentious act.

Could he let him off easily?

Killing was definitely necessary.

But why not disgust him before killing him?

Mo Xinghuai's heart was completely in chaos.

The sword in his hand kept slashing, but was it effective?

It was useless.

As for Wu Ping's evasive movements,

Don't misunderstand, he didn't learn any body techniques.

It was just that he kept teleporting himself back to the doomsday world and then back again, so it appeared as if he was constantly flickering.

It was quite mysterious.

Gradually, Wu Ping realized that this old man seemed to have gone a little crazy.

His mind was in chaos, only chasing after him to kill him.

He kept muttering, "Kill him, kill him, kill him!"

Was this the temperament of a righteous cultivator?

It's not that Wu Ping looked down on them, but so far, the righteous cultivators he had encountered were not like normal people.

Either they were scared away or they stood there dumbfounded.

Even the elder of the Cool Breeze Sect, an outer disciple of the Soul Sea Realm, would lose control and be invaded by inner demons at the slightest disagreement.

Of course, this is also one of the drawbacks of righteous cultivators.

As for demonic cultivators?

Sorry, but most demonic cultivators spend eighty percent of their lives being possessed by inner demons. Their personalities are extremely unstable. Otherwise, why would they be called demonic cultivators?

Losing control and being invaded by inner demons?

No, no, no, for Tian Wei Xiu, that's called enlightenment.

Suddenly.

Mo Xing Huai's sword in his hand stopped.

He looked up slightly and saw that Wu Ping had somehow appeared in front of him.

His hands were covered in flowing magma, tightly gripping the sword in Mo Xing Huai's hand.

Even this High Grade Law Weapon had cut through his skin.

His mind was greatly shaken.

For the first time, Mo Xing Huai began to doubt himself.

He began to doubt his hundred years of cultivation.

To the point where even his mind invaded by inner demons became calm.

"Too slow, too weak, too powerless. Do you have any other means? It's still early before the Spirit Garden opens. I have plenty of time to play with you. Come on, show me, let me experience the joy of battle."

He tore away the Law Weapon in Mo Xing Huai's hand, casually threw it away, and it fell into a crack in the ground, swallowed up by the magma. After the Law Weapon sword disappeared, the crack instantly closed.

Mo Xing Huai couldn't even feel the presence of his own sword.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible. I am a strong cultivator of the Soul Sea Realm, an elder of the Cool Breeze Sect. I have spent a hundred years cultivating. It's impossible, how could you be completely unharmed?"

Wu Ping spread his hands, indicating that he didn't know either.

So, why is that?

Mo Xing Huai was still denying himself.

"Am I too weak? Am I really weak? I'm weak..."

"No!"

He looked up.

In a low voice, he said, "I am not weak!"

3 Soul Sea Realm experts, they may not be the pride of heaven!!!"

"Die for me!!!"

Several top-tier Law Weapons were thrown by him.

Four Extremities Linglong Tower, Huang Lin's Soul Breaking Drum, Zi Mu Qing Fu Sword, Wind Disaster Banana Fan.

Wu Ping's eyes lit up!

If these were taken out for sale, how many spirit stones would they sell for!!

This old man truly lived for a long time, still the elder of the Cool Breeze Sect's outer sect, he really accumulated quite a lot of good things.

The four top-tier Law Weapons surrounded Mo Xinghuai.

Then, he crossed his hands in front of his chest and pushed forcefully.

A formation was pushed out.

Dong—Dong—Dong—Dong—

The formation made four sounds, decreasing in size with each sound, and the mysterious symbols on it emitted a dazzling light.

The four top-tier Law Weapons entered one by one.

Wu Ping was very satisfied.

This should be the way cultivators fight, but they were all led astray, one by one taking out their swords to attack him.

Comparing physical strength, reaction speed, and defense?

Isn't this seeking abuse?

It should be Law Weapons, formations, and techniques combined, forming a strategy of long-range attacks against close-range, group against individual, and overpowering with the power of the law.

Never let those who cultivate their physical bodies get close.

Kill from tens of thousands of kilometers away, annihilate souls from billions of miles apart.

This, is the first time Wu Ping felt the joy of battling against cultivators.

He was excited, this was his first time feeling excitement.

"Wu Ping, die for me!!!"

A fierce wind howled, filled with a desolate and soul-destroying power.

Wherever it passed, mountains, rocks, trees, flowers, grass, and soil were all blown away by the wind.

Everything seemed to be constructed of mud and sand, and with a wave of the Wind Disaster Banana Fan, it returned to its original appearance.

But in fact, not all of these things are made of sand.

This wind disaster banana fan, its ability and function originated from the three disasters of immortals, namely thunder disaster, fire disaster, and wind disaster. Thunder is the thunder of heavenly punishment, fire is the surging spring Yin fire, and wind is the terrifying wind that blows into the six viscera through the Xuanmen, passes through the Dantian, and penetrates the nine orifices, dispersing the bones and flesh, and causing the soul to scatter, ultimately leading to self-destruction.

But this is after all the three disasters of immortals.

This Law Weapon Spiritual Weapon, the wind disaster banana fan, cannot blow so fiercely.

The magma attached to Wu Ping's body began to fall off and dissipate.

But the exposed areas of his body were still unharmed.

At most, his clothes were blown to pieces by this wind.

His long hair, like a god and a demon.

This made Wu Ping pleasantly surprised.

Since awakening the ability to absorb energy, his clothes have never been torn.

The energy inside his body is constantly charging, absorbing this constantly attacking energy.

His eyes were filled with excitement.

Could he fill his ability this time?

Could he experience the energy eruption under the full charge of 683?

Wu Ping was looking forward to it.

Until the upper body clothing was completely destroyed.

Revealing that exquisite and unparalleled body that had never been exposed before.

Mo Huai Xing's spiritual power inside his body was exhausted.

Within a radius of three thousand miles from this place, it had become a desert.

Behind Wu Ping, there was a rolling yellow sand and a sandstorm.

It should be noted that this place was previously a beautiful garden full of Spirit Medicine.

But now...

Wu Qi was shocked.

The hand holding the pen was trembling.

The diary was filled with words.

In the end, he picked up his pen and wrote, "Rolling yellow sand stretches for three thousand miles, the Bright King remains unmoved, gazing into the distance."

In his heart, he marveled at Wu Ping's physical strength. With the power of this Law Weapon Spiritual Weapon, coupled with the cultivation of the Soul Sea realm, it was astonishing that it didn't even scratch him.

Therefore, here, Wu Qi once again referred to Wu Ping as the Bright King, the Unmoving Bright King.

What if it were himself?

Mo Huai Xing would die, and he would survive, but he definitely wouldn't be able to withstand such power.

As for coming out unscathed, Wu Qi didn't even dare to think about it.

Seeing Mo Huai Xing exhausted, Wu Ping flew up and lifted him, saying, "There are still three Law Weapons left! Why aren't you using them?"

"You... Why do you... humiliate me like this? Kill me as you wish, you damned Demon Star killer, you won't have a good death!"

After probing, his spiritual power was depleted.

Wu Ping frowned and cursed, "Useless, you've wasted so many years living like a dog."

Reaching out, he forcefully pulled, causing the Law Weapons stored in Mo Huai Xing's chest formation to be pulled along with the divine pattern formation.

"Hehehe, unless you kill me, this formation will be engraved on my body, soul, and will. You can never take it away. But if you kill me, these four treasures will self-destruct in an instant, and you won't get anything."

Hehehehe, cough cough cough.

A smile appeared at the corner of Wu Ping's mouth. "Can't get it? That's just because your strength is too weak. One force can break ten thousand laws!"

He pulled with force.

The flesh and blood in Mo Huai Xing's chest, even his soul and will inside his body, were all torn apart by Wu Ping, leaving a large hole.

Blood gushed out, and his soul power dissipated.

He spat out large mouthfuls of blood.

"Impossible!"

He shouted his last words with all his strength.

With a gentle push, Wu Ping's stored power erupted, and Mo Huai Xing flew out, smashing mountains and slowly disintegrating in the air, turning into dust that dissipated between heaven and earth.

Wu Ping's words lingered in his ears. "Nothing is impossible. The previous impossibilities were only because I didn't exist. Now that I'm here, I see, I conquer, everything becomes possible."

Sitting on the back of the ferocious soul evil fish, Wu Ping flew towards the distance. He was going to kill the last few people and then wait for the gates to open, welcoming an even more violent storm from the outside.

So many people had died, they must be feeling very uncomfortable, right?

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