Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

In the scene, Wu Ping, bare-chested, just stepped into the pool of blood, and the aura of Blood Fiend within him was instantly activated by the spiritual blood in the pool.

Boom.

The violent power of Blood Fiend erupted suddenly.

If the storage of Blood Fiend power from killing an ordinary person in the Immortal Cultivation World is considered as one, then killing a level one zombie would be five or even better.

Just a while ago, Wu Ping had killed tens of thousands of zombies and even devoured their souls. The violent aura of Blood Fiend almost didn't dissipate from his body.

The suppressed power of Blood Fiend completely erupted at this moment.

It seemed as if the entire world was dyed in blood.

Strange phenomena appeared in the sky, and an endless sea of blood surged.

Waves crashed against the shore, and what could be seen was a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Under the blood-colored seawater, countless resentful spirits and fierce ghosts swam and howled, their ferocious and insane appearance engraved in the eyes of everyone present.

The dense aura of Blood Fiend directly caused the demonic geniuses from the subordinate sects of the Devil Sect to panic and flee with their heads in their hands.

But they couldn't bear to leave the vast and pure energy in the blood pool.

One by one, they hid in the corners, enduring the scouring of Wu Ping's Blood Fiend power, their eyes inevitably tainted with blood.

It was as if their souls were trapped in a sealed space filled with corrosive gas.

They were tormented at every moment.

There were even people who couldn't hold on and groaned repeatedly.

Wu Qi also couldn't resist and kept his distance from Wu Ping.

He knew that Wu Ping had killed many people, or cultivators.

But he didn't expect that he had killed so many.

The aura of Blood Fiend, the terrifying grudge.

Even the Nine Yin and those powerful beings couldn't help but feel a faint sense of fear.

These demonic geniuses were having difficulty breathing and involuntarily swallowing saliva.

It turns out that this person is the most terrifying Demon Star killer!

But looking at his age, could he be naturally born with demonic blood?

Could it be that there are no righteous sects in the area where the Blood Rain Sect is located?

Someone like him could actually survive until now.

Or does he have a mysterious background? So the righteous sects dare not touch him!?

No, if there were a mysterious background, Wu Ping wouldn't come to compete for the resources in this training ground with them, right?

One by one, they trembled in fear.

This is clearly a Demon Star descending from the sky.

At this moment, they finally understood why Lord Jiuyin said that Wu Ping is a wolf cub.

At this time, Jiuyin should be mentioned.

Even Jiuyin himself was stunned.

He didn't expect that Wu Ping, who seemed harmless, would be so ruthless!

Although in the forbidden land of blood corpses, some could see that this young man's methods were extraordinary.

But now, this situation completely exceeded his expectations.

From the blood pool, a terrifying suction came from Wu Ping's body, a vortex formed, and countless spiritual blood was swallowed by him, 450 in total.

The sitting coffin also exerted its greatest effect, desperately suppressing the bloodthirsty aura in Wu Ping's body.

Seeing this situation, Jiuyin quickly said, "If you don't hurry up and absorb it, later all this spiritual blood will be absorbed by him."

As soon as these words were spoken, they instantly alarmed the group and sounded the alarm.

"Quickly absorb it, don't let him absorb it all by himself!!"

"I don't believe it, I can't get any, let me absorb it!!!"

"Ah!!!"

In an instant, all the demonic geniuses of the subordinate sects seemed to go crazy at this moment.

Their spiritual power directly reached its maximum.

Each of their faces turned red!!

The spiritual energy within a radius of ten thousand miles began to be affected.

After all, the people who could be here were all talented.

This also led to the riot of spiritual energy in heaven and earth, with surging spiritual energy tides.

Jiuyin called out to the people around him, "Add materials quickly!!"

"Otherwise, the Blood Pool of Fortune will be sucked dry!!"

Countless spirit medicines were sucked in.

Piles and piles of spirit stones were taken out and piled up into small mountains.

The current reaction is like the fishermen by the sea in Wu Ping's past life, who would release catfish into the herring schools caught to ensure the freshness and survival rate of the herring.

And Wu Ping is that catfish.

Every disciple is desperately trying, which has led to their experience bar, which should have been increasing by 0.1.0.1, to increase tenfold. Everyone is afraid of absorbing too little and being absorbed by Wu Ping.

If it weren't for this competition, I estimate that none of them would panic and would choose to take it slowly.

But now they are panicking.

In total, there are only so many opportunities. If someone absorbs more, someone else will have to absorb less.

No one wants to miss out on their chance to absorb.

Under the stimulation of Wu Ping, coupled with the support of the spiritual blood and the vast and pure spiritual energy, these disciples are breaking through one after another.

The sound of breakthroughs keeps echoing in the heavens and the earth.

It's like a back-and-forth singing competition.

This situation continues until the next morning.

The spiritual blood in the pool of lifeblood, which was originally extremely viscous, has completely turned into clear water.

Wu Ping slowly opened his eyes.

A burst of bloody light erupted from his eyes.

He felt as if he had just had an incredibly comfortable sleep.

With a slight movement, he immediately heard a crackling sound coming from his body.

An imposing aura rose up like billowing smoke.

Boom!!

The cultivation of the Soul Sea tripled, settled!

Wu Ping absorbed sixty percent of the spiritual blood in the pool by himself.

He leaped two realms.

In his heart, he couldn't help but sigh. It's still good to have a powerful sect backing him up. Secret medicine, techniques, and spiritual stones, he didn't lack any of them.

If he were an independent cultivator, how much spiritual stone and time would he have to spend?

Now, it's almost like freeloading.

Feeling the gazes of the people around him.

Wu Ping calmly stood up.

It's all about relying on one's own abilities, no wonder anyone.

Just as he walked out of the pool of blood under the gaze of everyone.

Someone beside him hummed discontentedly.

Of course, everyone was dissatisfied. Wu Ping had sucked too much, but there were not many who dared to speak up.

This person can be considered relatively brave.

But Wu Ping's hearing is really good.

Just as he was about to take out his clothes from the storage ring, he turned his head and asked, "What are you humming?"

The person's face under the mask changed rapidly.

Lacking confidence, he said, "Who... who hummed?"

While dressing, Wu Ping said indifferently, "Are you very dissatisfied?"

"I'm not dissatisfied."

Of course, he was dissatisfied, but he didn't dare to admit it.

He knew he was unhappy, and Wu Ping knew he was unhappy, and everyone was unhappy.

But deep down, this person was thinking, as long as he doesn't admit it, Wu Ping can't do anything, right?

No, no, no.

He probably doesn't understand Wu Ping's temper.

After dressing, his temperament was fully displayed.

Wu Ping walked up to the person and said, "If you're dissatisfied, keep it to yourself. Even when I'm weak, I know how to act based on others' expressions. I know that hitting a rock with an egg is undoubtedly fatal. What kind of thing are you? Acting all shady here."

Bang!!!

He kicked him away.

The person flew out instantly and heavily hit the mountain.

The rocks shattered in an instant.

At this moment, the unfortunate person remembered an unchanging truth in the Immortal Cultivation World.

The dignity of a strong person cannot be challenged!

"Clap, clap, clap."

Jiuyin applauded.

"You all need to learn this lesson well. Wu Ping was still holding back. He hasn't died yet. If someone were to act all shady and make such a commotion against a senior brother in the Seven Blood Sect, you definitely wouldn't want to experience the consequences."

Tie Chousheng bowed his head and clasped his hands towards Wu Ping, saying, "It's my fault, Senior Ping."

Where there is a first, there will be a second and a third.

Everyone bowed and clasped their hands, apologizing and shouting, "Senior Wu Ping."

The strong are respected.

Now, Wu Ping is the strongest among them.

Addressing someone as "Senior" is a sign of respect towards the strong.

"It's nothing, I just don't want such things to happen again."

"Senior, you are magnanimous."

"Thank you, Senior, for your generosity."

"In the future, when I enter the Seven Blood Sect, I will follow Senior Wu Ping!"

The tense atmosphere instantly eased.

Familiar eyes filled with admiration fell upon Wu Ping.

Wu Qi shook his head slightly.

He had learned a fresh term from Wu Ping before, and it was appropriate to use it now.

Personal charisma.

Some people, wherever they stand, become the center of attention, the focus of the whole crowd.

From this moment on, he became the center of attention for everyone in this training ground.

Even Wu Qi himself was conquered by Wu Ping's unique personal charisma, which made him want to become good friends with him.

He was even willing to desperately try to catch up to him, not wanting the gap between them to be too large.

Even if it required sacrificing a lot, including his own life.

Once a person has someone or something they admire and compare themselves to, they will constantly strive to get closer to it.

This is the goal.

Becoming an immortal and a progenitor, deciding the fate of Kunlun for eternity, is too far away. But standing side by side, witnessing the vast years, watching the rise and fall of the sun and moon, until the very last moment, is within reach.

Today's events seemed to have become a fuse.

The entire training ground fell into a state of desperate sprinting.

Not just one or two people.

Everyone was like this.

Even a few days later, the genius who was kicked away by Wu Ping and nearly lost half his life, bowed his head and apologized to Wu Ping, his eyes filled with fervor.

He also wants to become someone like Wu Ping.

This is the atmosphere among demonic cultivators, with scheming and deceit, selfishness and prioritizing interests, but these things can change.

The only constant is the respect demonic cultivators have for the strong, and their desire to become stronger.

False demonic cultivators do not respect heaven and earth, nor do they respect all things.

True demonic cultivators are despicable and shameless, using any means to survive in difficult circumstances, seizing any opportunity to strive for strength, even if the chance is slim. They have absolute respect for the strong, because they also want to become strong and obtain greater power from even stronger individuals.

Exchange dignity for power, and when one becomes strong, exchange power for dignity.

Most righteous cultivators always prioritize dignity.

But dignity without power is essentially worthless.

Seven days later.

After seven days, Wu Ping's several storage bags and a storage ring were filled with spirit stones.

These were all exchanged with the points he earned from training.

As for those spirit medicines and such, Wu Ping didn't touch them, mainly because they didn't have much use for him.

The people who noticed this situation once again elevated their admiration for Wu Ping to a higher level.

For them, these spirit medicines were the most useful.

Although Wu Ping was clearly so strong, he had every opportunity to take all the good things for himself, but he didn't do that.

Instead, he left the opportunity for them.

This is the benefit of coexisting with the strong!

What the weak need, the strong don't need and don't care about, so it becomes cheap for the weak.

When everyone competes together and a person clearly has the ability to monopolize, but chooses not to, it is a completely different concept.

But these are all thoughts in their minds.

Wu Ping doesn't think so much.

These spirit medicines, in any case, will be exchanged for spirit stones by him when taken out.

It's better to just exchange them for spirit stones now.

Simple and straightforward.

When he has exchanged all the million spirit stones from the training ground, then he can consider other matters.

And also, one more thing.

After this period of time, there have been intense discussions and revelations about the Nine Yin techniques.

Everyone's cultivation has made significant progress.

They are not foolish people.

With the assistance of Dragon Gate experts and many treasures, their cultivation naturally does not fall behind.

Moreover, there is Wu Ping as a role model.

Now even the weakest individuals have reached the eighth level of Soul Ascension, and with one foot in the door, they can reach the ninth level of Soul Ascension.

Several people have even broken through to the Soul Sea Realm.

Apart from Wu Ping firmly holding the top position, the second place has always been held by Wu Qi.

However, he has not yet constructed his Soul Palace.

And now, Tie Chousheng is challenging Wu Qi again.

The two of them are engaged in a fierce battle.

In an instant, Tie Chousheng is once again struck down by a sword, leaving a slightly terrifying wound on his chest as he lies on the ground.

"I lost again, you're truly abnormal!!"

Hearing these words, Wu Qi glances at Wu Ping, who is sitting on a stone nearby, watching the spectacle.

He shakes his head lightly.

Not enough, still not enough.

"Why don't you construct your Soul Sea?" Tie Chousheng asks, applying medicine to his wound, his face contorted in pain.

Wu Qi sheathes his sword. "My friend constructs his Soul Sea with his soul, and I want to emulate him."

Tie Chousheng's expression stiffens. "Are you crazy? Constructing a Soul Sea with those massive living souls, can you bear it? And how many people do you have to kill for this Soul Sea construction? Aren't you afraid of being driven insane by the terrifying resentment of those living souls?"

"Listen to my advice, construct your Soul Sea properly, don't think about things you shouldn't think about."

Wu Qi gives him a disdainful look. "Children don't understand, don't speak nonsense."

This is what Wu Ping said to him before.

"All my combat power lies in the way of the sword. As my swordsmanship grows, so does my combat power. The foundation of cultivation naturally needs to be the best and most solid."

Otherwise, how could I stand shoulder to shoulder with him?

"You're crazy, I think you're really crazy. Although Martial Master has never revealed how many people he has killed to be able to cultivate his soul into the Sea, I guess it's not less than a million. I'm afraid he's looking for a gathering of exotic human tribes on an island in the Heaven Connecting River to slaughter."

"If you want to learn, you have to think carefully about the dangers involved. The Heaven Connecting River is mysterious and full of hidden terrors everywhere. Your combat power is probably not enough."

Wu Qi's eyes showed a hint of disdain.

"He has a saying that I remember and often refer to. Today, I'll give you a warning."

Tie Chousheng was very curious.

Wu Ping is well-educated and his words are known for their brilliance.

"What is it?"

Wu Qi stood with his hand behind his back. "Wu Ping once said, 'How can sparrows and swallows know the aspirations of the great eagle?'"

Boom!!!

Tie Chousheng's head seemed to have been struck by a heavy hammer, buzzing. He kept muttering to himself: "Sparrows and swallows... the aspirations of the great eagle... sparrows and swallows... hahaha..."

Hahaha, it turns out I'm just a sparrow that has never flown away from the bushes. How could I understand the aspirations in the heart of the soaring eagle in the sky? Hahaha...

Tie Chousheng laughed with a hint of desolation, feeling a chill in his heart.

When did he, Tie Chousheng, become a sparrow?

What extraordinary talent he possesses.

In the past, he was so proud that he could soar to the sky.

But today, he is being called a sparrow by others.

At this moment, Tie Chousheng's mind suddenly opens up, as if he understands something.

He licks his lips and his eyes become fierce: "Who says that sparrows have no ambition to soar to the sky? If you dare to imitate the swan, I have the ability, do you dare?"

"There is nothing in this world that I dare not do, except for Wu Ping. Even those who gave birth to me and those I gave birth to, I dare to challenge them all. Those who gave birth to me are already dead, and I have not yet given birth. Except for Wu Ping, the world is vast, why wouldn't I dare?!"

"The sword in my hand is still sharp, what do you say?"

Tie Chousheng squints his eyes slightly: "You and I will sacrifice our blood for a hundred thousand miles, build a sea with our souls, and become the soaring swan once again."

Wu Qi's face reveals his strange smile that Wu Ping has mocked more than once.

"Do you have a suitable place?"

Tie Chousheng nods heavily: "They are all different human races, although they are short in stature, they produce abundant souls. Eighty souls can be extracted from one person. Because of their short stature, they are also known as 'wo'.

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