Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

"When the time comes for you to know, you will naturally see it," Wu Qi patted his shoulder and said in the tone of an experienced person.

The flying boat was quite stable.

Lin Wanli looked at the crowd standing on the water below and said, "Not everyone can join the Seven Blood Sect. Go down and wait patiently. When the gate opens, you can go against the current by any means necessary. The top 200,000 climbers can enter the Seven Blood Sect, and those who rank higher can receive rewards."

Hearing this, Wu Ping was about to take a step forward.

Wu Qi stopped him.

He whispered, "Tie Chousheng, clear the field!"

A figure was already standing by the spirit boat.

Holding a piece of paper, he said, "[Martial Master, come with me."

Then he slowly fell backwards into the vast sky.

Wu Ping didn't understand what these two people were doing.

Wu Qi explained, "He said he wants to show off. He wants to follow you in the future. Isn't this giving him a chance?"

"Let's go, it's our turn."

The two of them jumped off the flying boat.

In the air, Tie Chousheng lowered the mask on his face.

The mouth was covered with densely packed and wriggling lines.

The entire lower half of his face had merged together, where was the mouth?

With a slight grin, the flesh tore apart, revealing the teeth and the shape of a mouth.

A high-pitched shout that seemed inhuman sounded, "Tie Chousheng, clear the way for Senior Brother Wu Ping, block the path and kill!!!"

Sound waves gradually emanated from his mouth, with black symbols flickering on them, suppressing everything.

The sound waves grew louder and louder.

Hundreds of blood flowers flickered on the water below.

All the people who came from various places to participate in the entrance assessment of the Seven Blood Sect exploded and died under the secret technique Three Calamities of Silence.

Boom!

Tie Chousheng fell into the blood water.

He slowly raised his head, lightly covering the lower half of his face with the mask, leaving only a pair of bloodthirsty eyes.

Boom boom--

There were two more explosions.

Wu Ping and Wu Qi landed on the water surface.

This way of appearing, with the blood-red river water spreading under their feet, seemed like a formation summoning terrifying demons.

And these three people were the demons summoned by sacrificing a hundred cultivators.

Among the three, Wu Ping wore blood-red clothes, while Tie Chousheng and Wu Qi stood half a step behind, one in a black robe and the other in a white robe.

It was clear at a glance who was in control.

Within a hundred meters, it had become a minefield, and no one dared to step into the thunderous pool.

Even the spreading river water made the people step back when it reached their feet.

Spreading and retreating again.

Everyone behaved obediently.

No one had ever made such an entrance before.

Everyone understood that those who had arrived here were definitely not ordinary people.

But this person appeared and immediately shouted, causing a hundred people to explode.

With such terrifying means, no one dared to provoke him.

There were even two people following behind him.

Presumably, the young man in blood-red clothes was Tie Chousheng's senior brother.

How strong could he be?

Now Wu Ping was becoming famous again.

In the sky.

Moored were boats.

They were from powerful sects or forces from all directions, bringing disciples to participate in the selection.

Originally, they didn't want to go down into the river and mingle with the people below.

But now, Wu Ping's domineering appearance instantly ignited the fighting spirit of those young geniuses on the boats.

Everyone was a demonic cultivator?

Who would be reserved?

No matter where they were, fame and fortune were what most people desired.

Then, one after another, voices rang out.

"Guǎn Lóng clears the way, those who block the path will die!!"

"Tú Jiānián, as Senior Brother Jiǎng Qián clears the way, those who block the path will die!!"

"Jia Mo clears the way for Senior Brother Chi Zhen. Anyone who blocks the way will die!!"

Boom—Boom—Boom—

The continuous sound of explosions echoed, as if it were fireworks and firecrackers being set off during a festival.

In the river, the spreading blood color was continuous.

On the river surface where millions of people stood, one vacuum area after another appeared.

Wu Ping looked at Tie Chousheng, who had a proud expression on his face, and said, "You're leading the way well."

His eyes narrowed, and it seemed like the mouth under his half-covered mask was about to burst into laughter.

[How about it, Senior Brother? Isn't my entrance impressive enough?]

[Let's just kill a chicken to scare the monkeys, so that no small fry will dare to offend us. This crowded river surface doesn't match your identity, Senior Brother. We must clear a designated area for ourselves. Later, Senior Brother, you just watch. I'll charge wherever you point, using Three Calamities of Silence to directly kill our way through, crushing anyone who blocks the way!!]

Impressive?

Indeed, it's impressive. Why not show off?

With a glance, most of them had Soul Ascension cultivation. In this situation, why shouldn't they show off?

Slap a passing dog and make it call him "master."

Wu Ping smiled and said, "You did well. Keep it up."

Tie Chousheng clasped his hands and flew a piece of paper with the words written on it: [Thank you for your praise, Senior Brother.]

But Wu Qi's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

It seemed like he had invited trouble into his own home.

Was this Tie Chousheng trying to steal his thunder?

Before, he and Wu Ping were known as the Demon Fiend Twin Stars.

Now, they added another person, and it seemed like this person was even better at handling things than himself.

In the future, they might become the Three Stars instead of the Twin Stars...

He panicked.

Wu Qi panicked. He regretted it a little.

Just as he was thinking about how to push this unlucky kid away, a targeted aura suddenly came from beside him.

Wu Qi was already annoyed, so without thinking, he drew his sword and slashed with a hundreds of meters long sword aura, carrying a strong aura of bloodthirst.

"And do you want to test whether my treasure sword is sharp or not!?"

The principle Wu Qi faced when confronted with provocation was never to tolerate it.

No matter who you are, he would slash first and ask questions later. This obvious provocation, if he didn't take action, he would probably wake up in the middle of the night and question himself why he didn't slash him!

The sword light swung down.

The man who released his aura had a change in expression.

He just wanted to test the quality of these three people and dared to be so arrogant.

Who would have thought that it would lead to a disaster.

With his cultivation in Soul Sea and his swordsmanship, he was definitely not someone he could provoke.

He raised his hand to respond.

But when he collided with the sword energy, it was like an egg hitting a stone, directly shattering without any resistance.

"Don't!"

The man exclaimed.

Just as he was about to be crushed by the sword energy.

A beast with a single horn, equivalent to the triple cultivation of Soul Sea, pounced out, its horn shining with divine light, gradually shattering the sword energy.

By the time it reached him, it had turned into a gentle breeze.

"In the future, we are all brothers. Why be so ruthless? How about you all give me face and let's turn this big matter into a small one?" The young man wearing animal skins smiled.

"Give you face?" Wu Ping repeated.

The young man nodded.

Someone flew over to help and said, "My senior brother, Chi Zheng, has reached the fourth cultivation of Soul Sea. Don't make a mistake, the selection is coming up, and it wouldn't be good if something unexpected happened."

"Who let you speak?" These words came from Wu Qi's mouth.

The black cloth over his eyes fluttered down.

The person's body instantly fell straight down.

At this moment, Tie Chousheng lowered his mask, his eyes showing a hint of ferocity. "Those who show killing intent and make noise, die!"

The black patterns instantly covered the entire body of the person who spoke.

Bang!

The person who was just standing in mid-air was now blown up everywhere.

Wu Ping had a smile on his face. "You have quite the face."

Although his tone was calm, combined with the current situation, it was nothing short of full-on mockery!

The young man in animal skins instantly became angry.

"The savage beast bit him to death!!!"

A ferocious beast pounced, carrying a strong stench of blood.

The large snake hanging on Wu Ping's shoulder suddenly raised its head.

Just as it was about to attack, a fair hand pressed it down, saying, "Why use a sledgehammer to kill a chicken?"

"Bo Gang."

With Wu Ping's call, black mist appeared out of thin air, forming a vortex.

Several dozen pale hands reached out from the swirling black mist.

They immediately pressed down and killed the savage beast beneath the young man's crotch.

Looking up again, a huge figure, bloated like a pile of tumors, appeared, exuding a chilling aura unique to evil spirits.

Everyone turned their heads to look.

It was a conflicting and sinister evil spirit.

With a body several tens of meters tall, it was covered in pale arms from head to toe, as if forcibly squeezing together and compressing the souls of thousands of extremely ferocious beings.

Eerie, terrifying, nauseating.

But the triple Soul Sea savage beast in its hands seemed like a plaything.

What kind of terrifying existence was this?

Splat!!!

Hot beast blood splattered everywhere, and the savage beast was torn apart by this creature called Bo Gang.

Flesh and organs kept falling.

Bo Gang's body was covered in countless hands and feet, and it seemed a bit flustered as it collected the fallen flesh and organs, devouring them greedily.

It even didn't let the blood that flowed into the river go to waste, leaning over the water's surface and drinking it in large gulps.

This ferocious and bizarre creature shattered the worldview of those who were watching.

They had never seen anything like it before.

As for the young man wearing the beast skin, he had already dodged when the savage beast was caught.

His face turned pale.

Looking at the unsatisfied monster, he understood that even if he personally went up against it, he might not be able to win.

Not to mention that the young man who summoned the monster hadn't even made a move yet.

Someone who could summon such a creature couldn't possibly be lacking in skills themselves.

He couldn't hold onto his pride anymore.

But life was more important than face.

He wanted to retreat, but Wu Ping spoke up: "Is that all?"

"You killed my junior brother and the evil spirit ate my mount. What else do you want?" Wu Qi said.

"Weaklings should have the awareness of weaklings. Provoking a stronger opponent will only lead to death," Tie Chousheng continued.

"Only death!" Tie Chousheng added.

Wu Qi, who had drawn his sword at some point, and Tie Chousheng, who had taken off his mask, had already approached Wu Ping.

One black and one white, they looked like the grim reapers of the underworld.

Behind them, a sea of blood churned, with tormented souls crying and struggling, like shadows of hell.

"Build a sea with souls!"

"Two people building a sea with souls!"

"I've only heard of it before, but I didn't expect there would really be people building a sea with souls. How many people have they killed?"

"These two are madmen!"

"If these two are madmen, then who isn't?"

Someone said.

The crowd's gaze fell on the young man who was surrounded by no one, with a calm expression on his face, gently holding a small snake in his hand.

Although Wu Ping did not display his own aura,

with Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng in front of him and a sea of blood behind him, he appeared to be someone who could build a sea with souls.

Could it be that this young man, who could casually summon terrifying evil spirits, is a good person?

What are you thinking?

Which good family would raise such a thing?

He must also be a killer of demonic lineage.

Among demonic cultivators, the weak often serve as attachments and cannon fodder. This is an unspoken understanding among everyone.

The position of determining superiority or inferiority also indicates the young man's strength.

Perhaps he too can build a sea with souls.

Maybe even more?

Even more ferocious!

"Are you really going to tear off your mask?" the young man in animal skin asked Wu Ping, seeing the two approaching aggressively.

"Life and death have been decided. I have nothing to say. You should take care of yourself."

Wu Ping smiled and said, "The sword light shines, and the demonic energy surges."

Although Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng are both at the first level of the Soul Sea realm, they use soul cultivation to build their seas. Not only are they several times stronger than their peers, but they have also obtained a divinely bestowed Divine Ability through a fortunate turn of events.

With one attacking and the other assisting, they exchanged offense and defense.

After just a few moves, the young man in the beast skin was already covered in injuries.

He was also provoked to unleash his ferocity: "Die for me!!!"

With his hands forming seals, his blood qi condensed, and it seemed as if something wanted to burst out of his chest. Once he displayed it, its power should be formidable.

But among demonic cultivators, who would give you the opportunity to use such a powerful forbidden technique that requires a prelude of seals?

"Three Calamities of Silence, the killing intent of humans, shattering bones!"

"Small World Divine Shrine, soul collection!"

The voices of the two sounded simultaneously.

The young man in the beast skin's two arms were instantly broken and crushed by a strange force.

Before the pain could reach his brain, his field of vision changed. It was no longer the Heaven Connecting River in front of the Seven Blood Sect.

Instead, it was a shrine in a filthy and bloodthirsty divine world.

The next moment.

The pool of blood that had just realized it was trapped in a secret technique had not yet struggled.

Its consciousness shattered with a bang.

It turned out that its physical body had already died.

Wu Qi held his long sword horizontally, with the tip of the sword pointing at a bleeding head.

The headless corpse behind him fell down and sank into the rolling river, being fought over by countless beasts below,

"Spit!"

A mouthful of blood-stained saliva was spat out.

Tie Chousheng made a move, and the spiritual power in his body gathered in front of him, forming the words, "Who else!!!?"

The people around retreated once again.

Who else?

Someone must dare to step forward!

A cultivator at the fourth level of the Soul Sea realm has been killed by you two. How many people here have the strength to surpass you?

I'm afraid there are very few.

Furthermore, that person has been firmly seated at the fishing platform and has not made a move from beginning to end.

Who would dare to be unprepared?

What if they unleash a thunderous attack, destroying everything in their path, leaving souls scattered and bodies shattered? Wouldn't all these years of cultivation be in vain?

Only a fool would dare to provoke these three individuals.

Keep your distance, keep your distance.

"Get the hell out of my way, I'm going over there!"

"Anyway, whoever wants to stay here can stay, I don't care."

"Get out of my way, or else? Do you believe I'll kill you?"

"I can't defeat the three of them, but can't I defeat you? Give me your life!!"

"So brutal, with an endless array of Divine Abilities and terrifying combat power. I hope we don't encounter them later."

"It's a pity, I didn't get to see that young man make a move. He must be very strong."

"We are all demonic cultivators. What's the point of saying that? Would you willingly attach yourself to someone slightly stronger than you? What does it mean to be strong? They might be stronger than the heavens themselves."

Above the ten-thousand-foot gate.

The old man who had previously said he wanted to take Wu Ping as his disciple looked at the scene below. He couldn't help but get excited: "Did you see that? Did you see that? The one holding the snake will be my disciple in the future. He is my disciple. Let me make it clear to you first, my disciple's name is Wu Ping. He has some fate and obtained a divine seed. Anyone who dares to bully my disciple or steal his things will be dealt with by the butcher for alchemy."

After thinking for a moment, he added, "Bullying others who are weaker is also not allowed!!!"

The elders next to him all laughed heartily. "Ouyang Zhongmo, why don't you just say that only Wu Ping is allowed to bully others and no one is allowed to bully him? Wouldn't that be better?"

Ouyang Zhongmo nodded, "That's right, you all heard it. It's not me who said it. But if I have to go knocking on doors later, it won't look good for anyone."

"Quiet down for a moment. Wu Ping doesn't even know you yet. We can only choose after the next stage is over. Besides, Wu Ping has the aura of Punishment Peak's cultivation technique. Lin Qianli hasn't arrived yet, but when he does, Wu Ping will follow him."

"What's the big deal? If he wants to follow him, let him. Whether he follows him or not, he is still my disciple. Our Human Demon Peak and Punishment Peak are connected. Their prisoners are bought by us for experimentation, and their confessions are extracted through our Human Demon Peak's methods. It's the same wherever we go. Stop talking!"

The crowd laughed at him, and he became somewhat annoyed, almost poisoning these people on the spot.

Below.

The two of them returned to stand beside Wu Ping again.

However, the surrounding area became even more vacant, and no one dared to approach.

Half a day passed.

The Hong Bell rang, and its sound spread throughout the heavens and earth.

Someone shouted loudly, "Open the gate, leap over the Dragon Gate!!"

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