Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

A quarter of an hour quickly passed.

The Nine Yin palm flipped.

A palm-sized model appeared, as if it was a small world in his hand.

With a casual flick, it merged into the space above his head.

The sky immediately revealed a faint image, like a mirage.

The whole scene was clearly visible, with a lifeless atmosphere between the buildings.

Zombies and puppets walked among them.

"Alright, let's go. After entering, you will be randomly assigned to different places. Remember not to break my rules. If anyone breaks my rules, I guarantee they will beg for life but won't be able to die."

Upon hearing this, Wu Qi's heart skipped a beat.

He still wanted to be paired with Wu Ping.

At least it would be more fun.

If he was alone, he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and end up killing all the people he encountered.

"Now there's no other choice. I have to control myself and not kill too many. In someone else's territory, I still have to abide by their rules."

Saying this, Wu Ping took the lead and flew into the secret realm.

Seeing someone take the first step, the rest of the people no longer hesitated.

They immediately flew towards the secret realm.

Like fish leaping over the Dragon Gate in early spring, they eagerly entered.

Watching Wu Ping fly in, a sickly expression appeared on Nine Yin's face: "Let me see what's different about the people Lin Wanli selected. He can sense that Wu Ping's strength is stronger than the combat power displayed by everyone present. Other than Wu Ping, there is no one else in the Soul Sea Realm here. What is this if not overwhelming?"

But his identity is not fake.

Within this area, it is rare to encounter such a talented genius.

But in the end, this kid probably came for the many benefits of this training ground.

A million spirit stones, it truly makes people tempted.

Especially for a young cultivator from a lower sect, it is a huge sum of money.

But Jiuyin doesn't have any objections.

If Wu Ping can emerge from this training ground and achieve good results in the upper sect, he can also receive rewards from the upper sect, right?

Moreover, these spirit stones and good things are for anyone.

Whoever has the ability can take them.

It's not his, so he can't get them anyway.

Whoever is weaker won't get anything.

It's still the same saying, it's your own fault for not being capable.

As for fairness and such, that kind of hypocritical fairness only exists in places like the Dao Sect.

Jiuyin's face is full of disdain.

Inside the Blood Corpse Secret Realm.

Compared to others who are cautiously searching for blood corpses, Wu Ping directly flies up and heads towards the sect's main hall in the corpse secret realm, riding on rolling black clouds.

Caution? It doesn't exist.

The most powerful monster here is the sect master who has already turned into a blood corpse.

Comparable to the fifth level of the Soul Sea, and has become a blood corpse without any spiritual intelligence.

What Wu Ping wants to do is to crush them with powerful means.

As for sect masters, vice sect masters, and elders, he doesn't care, he will kill them all first.

Although Nine Yin didn't say what the points are used for, they must be something good.

Better to collect them first.

As a Soul Sea Realm cultivator, Wu Ping's flying speed is incredibly fast.

In just a moment, he has already arrived above the sect's main hall.

Below, the blood-soaked corpses without skin are wandering around.

Wu Ping's aura is not concealed.

And the momentum of his arrival was grand.

It has long attracted the attention of many blood-soaked corpses below.

Even the weakest blood-soaked corpses are comparable to the fifth or sixth level of Soul Ascension.

This means that these ghostly creatures can fly.

Under the attraction of fresh blood, the ghostly creatures below have gone into a frenzy!

"Roar!!!"

Amidst continuous roars, the blood-soaked corpses rise from the ground and fly into the sky, wanting to tear Wu Ping apart.

Wu Ping looks calm.

In his heart, he thinks: "It's a pity that I haven't had a chance to practice the art of refining corpses. Otherwise, today could have been a battle between blood-soaked corpses and zombies."

But it doesn't matter.

He has the Soul Refining Flag.

A battle between evil spirits and blood-soaked corpses is just right for helping him eliminate the weaker evil spirits he previously refined, so he can refine stronger ones from the new ones in the white jade bottle.

This Law Weapon also needs to go through the process of survival of the fittest.

If it's too weak, it won't be of much help to him in the future.

Wu Ping doesn't want to eliminate such a useful thing too early.

He reaches out his hand into the void.

The Soul Refining Flag appears in his hand.

Gently waving the Soul Refining Flag.

In an instant, the black mist underfoot began to expand and distort.

It seemed like something was about to crawl out from within.

Only to see a thick and strong arm tear through the black mist.

Suddenly revealing its true form.

If someone were here, they would probably be scared on the spot.

The Tyrant, the Soul Licker, the Hunter, and the yet-to-be-updated four or five-headed zombie soul leader appeared.

Finally, accompanied by a strange roar.

The giant catfish that had been refined into a fierce and evil beast by Wu Ping flipped out of the black mist.

The sound of its hissing echoed for miles.

This is currently the core team of Wu Ping's Soul Refining Flag!

Over a thousand fierce and terrifying zombie souls followed closely behind.

Suddenly, Wu Ping pointed his flag forward, and an elder-level blood corpse that was pouncing towards him had its head instantly pierced by him. It hung on the Soul Refining Flag, swaying in the wind along with the flag. The spiritual power containing fire poison in its body was transmitted to the blood corpse at the top through the Soul Refining Flag.

Instantly igniting.

The blood corpse struggled and twisted its head non-stop.

Wu Ping simply uttered softly, "Kill for me."

The sky suddenly changed in this secret realm, and a convergence of wind and clouds occurred.

The roaring charge of the monsters formed a chaotic mass.

Compared to the quality of most zombies and evil spirits, the blood corpses here were inferior.

But they were fierce and numerous, fearless of death and pain.

They only knew how to strictly execute Wu Ping's simplest command.

To fight for their master!

Even if it meant their souls scattering and bodies perishing.

The scene on the screen resembled a battle between two armies, which was truly exhilarating.

The person next to Jiuyin hesitated and said, "Lord Jiuyin, this seems to be against the rules. Wu Ping is too strong."

"Moreover, he has the Thousand Souls Banner, a Spiritual Weapon, in his hand. The evil spirits in the banner have been refined into such a fierce and brutal appearance using some unknown secret method. They are even more terrifying than your Blood Corpses. This is a threat to the lower realms..."

"Hmm?"

Jiuyin made a sound of agreement.

The person dared not continue speaking.

"What's wrong? Is it Wu Ping's fault that he is strong?"

"No, no, I didn't mean that, Lord. I have no intention..."

"No intention?"

"He is a disciple of the lower sect, and he is the youngest among this group of people. Moreover, he was personally sent by Luo Hong of the Blood Rain Sect. He might even be recorded in the Punishment Peak. His cultivation is based on the foundational techniques of those mad dogs. Do you have any objections?"

The person quickly knelt down and said, "I have no objections, Lord. I am just worried..."

"Worried? It seems to me that you are meddling in other people's affairs. Perfect timing. I've been itching to test Wu Ping's strange life-soul. Come, let me practice on you!"

Jiuyin said as he grabbed hold of the person.

Various bottles and jars kept appearing in his hand. He glanced at the screen and fed the man some pills and potions.

The man's body kept twisting and expanding, gradually resembling a tyrant.

To be honest, in a certain sense, the tyrant did look handsome.

It was especially attractive to people in the demonic sect.

Meanwhile...

On a mountain peak that pierced the sky...

Several powerful individuals were staring intently at the screen.

These people were the powerful experts of the Seven Blood Sect that Luo Hong had mentioned, who attached great importance to the idea of training grounds.

And the current training ground was like an experimental pilot school on Blue Star, with classes for geniuses and the like.

Naturally, it received the attention of the leaders.

Now they have seen the emerging talent Wu Ping, and some people's excited expressions appeared on the surface.

"Hahaha, this kid is good, I like him. Not only is he young and talented, but the evil spirits in his Soul Refining Flag are also amazing. It's so novel, it really broadens my horizons. No, no, I must take him as my closed-door disciple!"

"With such a useful brain, he actually developed such a novel soul. It's like the heavens took pity on me and sent me such a disciple. Hahaha, no one should compete with me. I must pass on my Dan Poison Cultivation Art to him. This is great, I'm so satisfied, hahaha."

"Damn old man, this kid is obviously a master of manipulating souls. Didn't you see the faint soul shadow on him?"

"This is clearly cultivated by devouring souls. I should take him as my disciple. I have secret techniques to pass on, as well as the Thousand-Year Corpse King, the Abyss Ghost King, and other good things!"

"Nonsense, your methods are all unorthodox. This kid should be only fourteen years old and has already reached the Soul Sea Realm. You should know that the place he comes from is the Lower Sect, a place where nothing happens. With such talent, why bother with your alchemy, poison, puppets, changing people's fate, changing things, playing with ghosts and corpses? What future do you have? I should take him as my disciple!"

"Is no one taking me seriously? Look carefully, this kid's spiritual power is contaminated with fire poison. He cultivates my Punishment Peak's Fire Demon True Body."

The man said.

Slowly reaching into his back waist, he took out a hammer covered in dried bloodstains and threw it on the table.

"Come on, those who want to snatch it, come and try if your heads can withstand my hammer. Is the notorious Punishment Peak's hammer punishment forgotten?"

Someone laughed a few times: "We haven't violated the sect's laws. Stop scaring us with your broken thing. Did you hammer someone into a pit?"

"Fuck your mother's fart, I just killed a Calamity cultivator from the Dark Corpse Clan. The blood of those damn things does smell a bit, but I've already washed it off. Stop fucking farting."

The hunchbacked old man who spoke at the beginning continued, "Ahem, that Lin Qianli, we've known each other for a long time. How many times have you troubled me with interrogations? What did I say each time? I don't ask for much. When this kid comes, bring him to see me."

The old man spoke with a flattering expression.

"Alright, but let me make it clear first. This kid is from our Punishment Peak. No one fucking snatch him, or I'll have a problem with whoever does."

"Tsk tsk tsk, if I'm not mistaken, the one who can give away the representative technique of your Punishment Peak when sent to the Lower Sect should only be your younger brother, Lin Wanli, right?"

Lin Qianli smirked, "That's right. My brother has a good eye and has brought us new recruits for Punishment Peak. This kid is also handsome, just like me."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked over, only to see a face full of roughness and killing intent.

How is this even remotely handsome?

"You really know how to flatter yourself. Just wait, when the time comes, the highest bidder will get him. If you continue to act so arrogantly, I'll go complain to the Sect Master. If the Sect Master doesn't care, I'll take this kid away to the training grounds and make him do a ten-year mission before deciding."

"You dare! I'll smash you to death!"

"You dare, you're breaking my legacy. I'll fight you to the death. I'll make sure to poison the disciples of your peak every day from now on, believe it or not."

These two people arguing were not joking.

Others also understood them.

Especially that old man.

If he said he would poison you, it would be absolutely impossible to guard against.

And they were all kinds of strange poisons.

It's possible that even he himself doesn't have the antidote.

And they could also understand the attraction Wu Ping had for this old man.

Or rather, the attitude of this old thing wanting to take Wu Ping as a disciple.

I heard that recently he tortured the prisoners in the Punishment Peak prison enough.

Various operations such as transplanting the bodies of demonic beasts and monsters onto humans, or implanting human souls into these demonic beasts and monsters, and other such manipulations.

Now suddenly there's Wu Ping, and the strange souls in the Soul Refining Flag obviously have some involvement in this area.

It's like a master sculptor suddenly seeing a piece of excellent jade.

Geniuses are common, but geniuses as mysterious as this are basically nonexistent.

Rare indeed.

"Alright, alright, stop arguing. We'll talk about the future later. If this kid doesn't make a move, his evil spirits in those souls will suffer heavy losses, and the strongest blood corpse in the Blood Corpse Secret Realm has also appeared."

"Let's see how this kid handles it. A Soul Sea First Layer against a Soul Sea Fifth Layer blood corpse, it's probably not easy to fight."

"You know it's not easy to fight, but you still won't stop. If anything goes wrong with my disciple, I'll poison you!"

"Enough, damn it. One threatens us with a hammer every day, the other threatens us with poison every day. We agreed not to take shortcuts, but you keep finding ways to take shortcuts. I'll talk to Jiuyin and have him keep an eye on you. This time, you can't escape punishment."

But as soon as these words were spoken.

His casting motion came to a halt.

Only to see in the picture.

That blood corpse, which could rival the fifth level of the Soul Sea, was actually knocked back by Wu Ping's punch.

It smashed a large part of the palace.

As the person involved, Wu Ping remained calm.

Looking at the blood corpse that was knocked back, its body was almost shattered.

There was even a large hole in its chest.

Its aura became weak.

"This kid's physical body is problematic!"

"This blood corpse is comparable to the fifth level of the Soul Sea. Although blood corpses cannot use spells, after refinement, their physical bodies become their most terrifying weapon. How can they not defeat a cultivator at the first level of the Soul Sea?"

"Who among them is the blood corpse?"

"Could this child have a special physique?"

"There's no mistake, he should have a special physique. Hahaha, my disciple has a special physique. I can finally use my precious treasures that I've kept hidden. Hurry, hurry, Lin Qianli, go and ask someone to kill a million shark people. I want to refine a great medicine."

"With such a powerful physical body, I still have a Flood Dragon's claw. I will give it to my disciple later!"

"You old monster, stop acting crazy. Just watch carefully. Those are all things for the future. Besides, whether he will accept you as his master is still uncertain. Don't scare him later. Look at your crazy appearance. Who would dare to be your disciple? What if you dismantle him in the middle of the night?"

"Nonsense, how can I not cherish my closed-door disciple!?"

Although the old man said so, there was still some worry in his eyes. What if Wu Ping doesn't accept him as his master?

Meanwhile, in the scene.

Wu Ping stepped on the back of the blood corpse and twisted off its head.

The headless blood corpse continued to struggle and twitch.

The blood corpses that surrounded them were basically smashed with one punch, turning into a pile of flesh.

"Leave a few for me!"

Wu Qi's shout resounded. His voice arrived before he did, and a sword aura attacked.

In his hand, he still held the person who had provoked Wu Ping before entering the secret realm.

"Wu Ping, come and torment him. I'll kill him, I'll kill him."

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