Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

What is the disciple of the Qitian Battle Mansion?

This person is a monster, a freak!

Boom!

A loud explosion came from within Wu Ping's body.

It turned out that with sufficient supply of spiritual stones, the Demonic Tree broke through another realm and directly allowed Wu Ping to break through.

Spirit Palace Second Level.

A breakthrough on the spot.

This is not a scripted play!

Who breaks through without finding a good Feng Shui spot and slowly setting up the formation?

A breakthrough on the spot, I've only heard of it, but now I've seen it.

The momentum became stronger once again.

Others could only feel despair, as if they were frogs in a well, thinking that the sky was only as big as the well opening. But when they jumped out, they realized that the sky was actually much bigger.

Compared to the present, they thought Wu Ping was just a Spirit Palace cultivator.

But with endless means, we are left with only a dead end.

Pei Nishang was particularly shocked.

Someone who had been praised as a prodigy since childhood, but one day she saw a true prodigy, and the blow to her heart was certain.

She, who had always fought against higher-level opponents, never expected to be scared by someone of lower cultivation level.

Feeling her hesitation, Wu Ping couldn't help but sneer, "What? Are you afraid to make a move against me?"

"So this is what they call a righteous prodigy?"

As he spoke, Wu Ping mobilized the earth qi within his body, mixed with spiritual energy, and a kilometer-wide mountain directly descended towards Pei Nishang.

If she didn't resist, she would be crushed.

If she resisted, then she would be killed!

Seeing the mountain about to crush her, the ribbons hanging from Pei Nishang's body suddenly moved and transformed into a several thousand-meter-long horned Flood Dragon in the blink of an eye.

"Roar!"

The dragon's tail struck, and the mountain was instantly sent flying.

Pei Nishang also woke up in the midst of this roar.

Now is not the time for self-doubt. The poison has already entered her body. If she doesn't quickly resolve the battle here and go support the battles on the upper front, she will only be left with death!

"Green bit him to death!!!" "627"

Wu Ping crossed his arms and said, "Keeping pets? Who doesn't have one, Bahui."

Bahui, who was perched on Wu Ping, immediately flew up.

A kilometer-long body?

Is it very big?

Its blood-red body obscures the sun.

Its tail sweeps over, and this Flood Dragon is instantly flipped over, its dragon scales shattered, dragon blood splattering, and a mournful cry resounding.

The blood tail suddenly sweeps over.

Pei Nishang's Flood Dragon is instantly wrapped up, constantly emitting the sound of cracking.

The Flood Dragon looks up to the sky and howls, spitting out blood.

She becomes anxious and distressed.

She immediately activates her technique, her treasured sword shining with a cold and divine light, pointing towards the sky. She doesn't care about anything else!

"Release my Green!"

Sword energy spews out, directly aiming at Bahui.

But halfway through, a fair hand grabs the treasured sword.

The King Weapon trembles incessantly, but Wu Ping's hand, being on the same level as the next tier of King Weapon, firmly suppresses it.

This is relying on a strong physical body to do as one pleases.

Raising his hand, he strikes out with a palm, gathering a massive amount of energy that instantly forms a huge palm print and covers everything.

After all, he is a Dragon Gate cultivator. It's impossible for him to be killed by Wu Ping with just one palm, right?

Divine sounds resound from behind.

A glimmer of light shines.

The indistinct figure of the Divine Maiden manifests from behind him, gradually growing larger, and in the blink of an eye, it has a body several kilometers long.

Synchronizing with Pei Nishang's movements, she also pushes out a palm.

The two terrifying palm prints collide and dissipate.

"That's right, that's right, this is the way a genius should fight!!"

Wu Ping suddenly extends both arms and pushes forward.

A cold and eerie wind instantly blows.

The sound of waves echoes from the void.

The Forgotten River, hidden among countless souls, suddenly surges forth. Even before they can react, Pei Nishang and her Divine Maiden figure behind her are swept into the Forgotten River.

The flesh and bones instantly melted away within it.

However, a single red powder skeleton turned into a wandering soul in the Forgotten River.

The anomaly disappeared.

Behind.

Bahuai rolled up the Flood Dragon called Green Child, opened its mouth, and countless black insect-like things gushed out.

Under the impact.

Flesh and blood all turned into smiles, leaving only a kilometer-long Flood Dragon skeleton. It was thrown down, shattered in mid-air, and turned into flying ashes blown away by the wind.

Jin Mancheng couldn't contain his excitement: "How can a mixed-blood worm compare to a divine blood python!!!"

"A mere chicken, dare to compare with the soaring dragon?"

"What prodigy? Look down on the one who looks down on this, bah!!!"

"Hehehe, Brother Wu, Wudang, you've worked hard, Wu!!!"

Jin Manlou quickly walked up with a smile.

The main focus is on a willingness to gamble and accept defeat, and the game is about reality.

"The formation you just entered your body...."

Lin Wanli's voice sounded from the side, still holding a head full of fear in his hand.

"It's amazing, isn't it?"

Wu Ping joked.

"It is indeed amazing, I have never seen it before."

Lin Wanli replied truthfully.

Wu Ping smiled and didn't continue this topic. It's better to keep the matter of installment payments to himself.

Bahuai coiled back onto Wu Ping's body.

Its small head drooped on his shoulder, as if it hadn't woken up yet.

Jin Mancheng was shocked to see it.

Such a big Flood Dragon was killed by this divine blood with just a few strikes.

He didn't dare to get too close.

"Don't just stand there stupidly, Jin Manlou, get to work, bite the money and start mining!"

Lin Wanli shouted.

"Yes, my two good brothers, Brother Wu, Brother Lin, you rest, I will start mining for you right away."

Lin Wanli untied the formation.

Jin Manlou takes a step towards the sky.

A bladeless dagger appears in his hand, seemingly out of nowhere.

He continuously strikes it with his spells.

With a single stroke in the air, he hits a distant vein.

The vein instantly opens up.

Under the sunlight, it reveals a colorful display.

"One hundred pieces! I've hit the jackpot!" he exclaims.

As he speaks, one hundred translucent spirit cores fly up and fall into the jade box in his hand.

Jin Manlou turns around and flies towards the two people.

He hands the jade box to Wu Ping, raising his thumb: "Wu Ge, you're so lucky. One hundred spirit cores, this is the maximum that can be produced by a Middle Grade spirit stone vein."

Wu Ping takes the jade box and divides it into twenty pieces for Lin Wanli, saying, "Indeed, we've made a bloody profit. Alright, we've finished our business, so let's go. We'll meet again if fate allows."

"Don't leave, two good brothers. I'll treat you to a meal today," Jin Manlou insists.

Wu Ping politely declines, saying, "No, I still have to go to Human Demon Peak."

Lin Wanli can't help but feel puzzled, asking, "What are you going to do at Human Demon Peak?"

"After seeing your skills, I've thought about it. I need to enrich myself. I can't just foolishly fight with people. So I want to go to Human Demon Peak, spend some points, and get some poison or something. I'll use it against shady people. I just don't know if I have enough points," says Wu Ping with a mysterious smile.

Lin Wanli actually wants to say that with Wu Ping's terrifying combat power, he doesn't need these things. But he thinks that although these things may not be necessary, they can't be absent. Besides, there is someone waiting for Wu Ping.

"Well then, go ahead. Even if you have only one point, it's enough," says Lin Wanli.

Because someone is waiting to give it to you for free.

"Even one point is enough? How come you have connections again?" Wu Ping asks curiously.

"I can't say, I can't say," Lin Wanli replies.

The two of them soar into the sky and release their flying boats, flying far away.

Jin Manlou feels a bit regretful that he didn't have a toast with the two of them.

Just as he is about to clean up the mess, he hears Lin Wanli's voice in his ear: "Three hundred thousand points have been transferred to your token. Wu Ping gave it to you. Consider it a friend's gesture, not taking advantage of you."

"Damn, we're already friends, so what's there to take advantage of? Really..."

Looking into the distance, Jin Mancheng said slowly, "This friend I made is really damn valuable."

"People always find ways to take advantage, but these two lunatics, although a bit crazy, haven't caused me any losses. We can get along!"

On Human Demon Peak.

Ouyang Zhongmo had been pacing back and forth in his grand hall for half a month.

Just walking back and forth, never stopping.

"He shouldn't be like this, why hasn't he come yet? It's been so long, he should have arrived by now. Could something have delayed him?"

"It can't be, the Refusing Immortal City is already prepared, why hasn't he come?"

In the vast palace.

Under a gloomy and terrifying atmosphere.

From two large jars inscribed with talismans and secret techniques, two pale-faced dead heads slowly emerged.

"Haha, who do you think the master is waiting for?"

"Hmph, how would I know?"

"Haha, the master has been gone for half a month, isn't he tired?"

"Hmph, how would I know?"

"Haha, you... forget it, I won't ask you anymore."

"Hmph, if you don't ask me, you won't know."

Suddenly.

Ouyang Zhongmo's footsteps stopped.

His nose twitched slightly.

"Hahaha, it's this scent, it's this scent, he's here, he's here!!!"

"Quick, quick, get someone for me, bring me my clothes."

As Ouyang Zhongmo spoke, he took off the eerie robe on his body and tidied up his messy hair, pinching it into a neat bun at the back of his head.

A precious white robe, just this one set!

Ah!

It has the aura of an immortal with a refined demeanor.

Just a slightly more serious expression on his face would be perfect.

"Look, everyone, isn't the master handsome in this outfit? Doesn't he look like a righteous king?"

In the dark hall, eerie voices could be heard.

"Handsome, extremely handsome. I've never seen the master look this handsome."

"Compared to the powerful figures of the Dao Sect and the Immortal Gate, the master is way more handsome."

"If our lord were to wear this kind of clothing, he would look even more like a righteous person than actual righteous people."

These voices gathered together, and can only be described as demonic and ghostly, the eight characters of "monsters and ghosts, evil spirits, and the underworld."

Ouyang Zhongmo put on a pretentious act: "Alright, all of you hide properly. When the lights come on, if any esteemed guests are scared, our lord will skin you and pull out your tendons."

The surroundings instantly became quiet, and the dark hall was illuminated by lights.

But it only lasted for a second.

Ouyang Zhongmo bounced away again.

Below Human Demon Peak.

Because Wu Ping presented the token of the Punishment Hall.

So no one stopped him.

After all, the relationship between Human Demon Peak and Punishment Peak has always been excellent.

It's difficult to handle when there are too many people to catch...0

It's difficult to catch when there are too many people needed.

And Human Demon Peak sells things, pills, puppets, formations, everything.

Which peak is the richest?

Of course, it's Punishment Peak. Ordinary disciples earn five hundred points a month.

They buy the most frequently.

With this back and forth, the relationship became good.

Wu Ping had never been to Human Demon Peak before, and he was just thinking of finding someone to ask for directions.

Then he heard someone next to him shout, "Wu Ping?"

He turned his head to look.

It was the "elder" from the Sutra Pavilion who was particularly easy to talk to, appearing behind him.

Wu Ping was pleasantly surprised, "Elder, why are you here?"

Ouyang Zhongmo smiled and said, "I am actually an elder of Human Demon Peak. It's just that... just that they happened to be short of people that day, and I happened to pass by. One of the elders from the Sutra Pavilion used to be a good friend of mine, he... he was called away by someone from above, saying... saying something... um..."

"About the staged cultivation method?"

Wu Ping tentatively asked.

"Ah, yes, yes, that's right, the staged cultivation method, hahaha."

Ouyang Zhongmo quickly laughed it off, not giving Wu Ping time to think, and asked, "What about you? What are you here for?"

"I'm planning to go to the Western Region and buy some poison or something for self-defense."

"You're going to the Western Region!? Why are you going there? It's very dangerous!"

Ouyang Zhongmo's voice suddenly became several degrees louder.

Wu Ping was a bit puzzled. He was the one going to the Western Region, so why was this elder so excited?

And he also didn't expect that this elder he casually met at the Sutra Pavilion was actually the elder of the Human Demon Peak.

This was quite a weighty matter.

"Even if it's dangerous, I still have to go."

"Don't you have to go?"

Wu Ping nodded, "I have to go."

Ouyang Zhongmo pondered for a moment, "In that case, I have some good things like poison. Come, I'll give them to you."

Faced with the enthusiastic "elder," Wu Ping couldn't accept it for a moment, "Forget it, Elder. I don't have many points on me."

Could he afford what the elder had?

"Don't be so polite. We can also consider ourselves destined. Whether it's cultivating immortality or cultivating demons, it all comes down to fate. We have a good connection, so why talk about money or points? It hurts the relationship. Don't worry, it's definitely good stuff. Come, come, come."

Wu Ping was dragged along like this.

Climbing towards the Human Demon Peak.

The higher they climbed, the more uncertain Wu Ping felt.

The higher the residence, the higher the elder's status.

Ouyang Zhongmo's flying speed was fast, and his cultivation was terrifying. Wu Ping couldn't understand it at all.

They were almost at the top.

Who wouldn't feel anxious?

And this was too enthusiastic.

Wu Ping had no choice but to secretly send a message to Lin Wanli: [Quick, find someone to save me. I'm being dragged by an elder from the Human Demon Peak. He insists on giving me something. We're almost at the mountaintop. His cultivation is too terrifying, and I can't understand it.]

Not long after, Lin Wanli replied, [He won't harm you, don't be afraid.]

Wu Ping replied again, [Are you sure he won't slice me into pieces? He's dressed in righteousness in the Demon Sect, yet he's so enthusiastic. He doesn't seem like a normal person. How can there be a demonic cultivator like this?]

Ouyang Zhongmo: So you're saying I specifically changed my clothes, but I changed them wrong?

However, Lin Wanli didn't reply anymore.

Fortunately, Wu Ping had some understanding.

However, he still couldn't let his guard down.

Finally, he arrived at a brightly lit, ethereal hall.

As Wu Ping looked at the unusual surroundings, he couldn't help but feel uneasy.

Throughout the journey, he had seen many such halls, either filled with occasional screams or shrouded in eerie and deathly aura.

Only this one was different.

When things are abnormal, there must be something amiss!

Even fools understand this principle.

"You may sit."

Wu Ping sat down.

Ouyang Zhongmo shouted, "Serve the tea."

A rarely seen mortal servant girl, as if from the heavens, approached with a tray of tea.

She even smiled at Wu Ping.

However, when she bent down, Wu Ping 'accidentally' caught sight of her tail!

A quick glimpse.

It made Wu Ping's heart skip a beat.

"Drink the tea, drink the tea."

Originally, Wu Ping shouldn't have drunk the tea, but ever since his inner virtue increased, he could sense ill intentions from others.

And now, he didn't feel any ill intentions from this 'elder', so he could only drink it reluctantly.

With just one sip.

A loud boom!

Wu Ping's cultivation broke through another level.

"How does it taste?"

When it comes to biting the hand that feeds you, Wu Ping said, "Thank you for your hospitality, the taste is good, and the effects are excellent. With just one sip, my cultivation has broken through another level."

"Good that you like it, good that you like it. I'll give you three or five catties to take back and drink later."

Upon hearing three or five catties, Wu Ping's hand trembled. He wasn't stupid. This good stuff was being given by the catty, which was too much.

"Um, Elder, I think..."

"Don't rush to say anything, just wait."

Ouyang Zhongmo interrupted him and shouted, "Bring the things up!"

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