Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

If the previous guesses were all their imagination,

Then the swing of the Soul Refining Flag just now, and the ferocious evil spirits of oneself,

It is evidence that confirms their guesses.

Although Wu Ping is just standing there,

But it seems as if there are mountains of corpses and seas of blood behind him.

A demonic cultivator, paired with such a Law Weapon, do you think this cultivator doesn't kill many people?

Are you blind?

And look at this calm and composed appearance.

Would someone without confidence be like this?

But Wu Ping is not calm and composed, he just likes to launch sudden attacks, killing with one strike, absolutely avoiding trouble.

As for shouting out his own moves,

Wu Ping would never do such a thing.

Quietly smashing people to pieces,

That's what he likes to do.

The death of Zou Qiwen has doomed the downfall of the Zhang family.

With the addition of Han Guang, it will only take a few moves for Zhang Renjie to be completely defeated.

The battle will be resolved quickly.

Wu Ping falls.

Han Guang, with blood stains on his face, walks quickly over.

He hands over Zou Qiwen's storage bag: "Martial Master, this is your spoils."

Wu Ping looks at the storage bag.

He doesn't know how to reach out for it.

Although he has thick skin.

But Zou Qiwen was killed by Han Guang.

"Isn't this not good?"

"There's nothing wrong with it. If it weren't for Martial Master scaring Zou Qiwen out of his wits, allowing him to break through to the seventh level of Spirit Channeling tonight, we might still have trouble. This storage bag should be collected by Martial Master."

Although Wu Ping's cultivation is definitely later than the three of them.

But in the Blood Rain Sect, the strong are respected.

Whoever has the bigger fist is the senior brother.

So, Han Guang calling out "senior brother" so smoothly was just right.

At this moment, Wu Ping finally reacted.

So, it turns out that Zou Qiwen was scared by himself?

What the hell is this?

He thought of a thousand possibilities, but never thought that someone would be scared to the point of peeing their pants.

From Wu Ping's facial expression, the three of them roughly guessed Wu Ping's thoughts, thinking that Wu Ping was looking down on Zou Qiwen for being scared like this.

Cowardice without fighting.

But, have you ever thought about how intimidating your appearance is!

Can a normal person not be scared?

No one wants to die either.

Due to the disparity in understanding on both sides.

It also leads to a disparity in thoughts.

In Wu Ping's view, he has never killed anyone in this world.

Although he was prepared.

But he hasn't made a move yet.

He even feels that he is not doing his job well as a demonic cultivator.

A demonic cultivator who doesn't kill people or rob them can still scare people.

Where can you reason with this?

In the end, Wu Ping still accepted Zou Qiwen's storage bag.

Fragrant!

It's bigger than the one he snatched from Wu Feng.

Probably about one cubic meter.

And there are three spirit stones inside, as well as a pile of medicinal silver notes.

Wu Ping was overjoyed.

"Indeed, killing and arson make a golden belt, while building bridges leaves no corpses."

This sentence was Wu Ping's exclamation, but in the ears of others, it was a mockery towards Zou Qiwen and the Qingfeng Sect.

The three people who had heard Wu Ping recite poetry before didn't have much of a reaction, they just felt that this statement was full of truth.

But Deng Shuangjiang hadn't heard of it, and he laughed and said, "Good poem, good poem, the truth is in it. Isn't this Zhang family, who built bridges and roads, leaving behind the wealth of murder and arson for my Deng family? Hahaha, thank you, venerable ones."

Wu Ping shook his head, "You can't say that."

Of course, his words didn't mean what Deng Shuangjiang thought.

Deng Shuangjiang smirked, "Thank you for your teachings, venerable ones. I understand, I understand."

Can't this kind of thing be said directly?

If it were said directly, who would do the work of building bridges and roads?

Wu Ping: I really didn't mean that.

Although Wu Ping didn't know what Deng Shuangjiang understood.

But it didn't matter anymore.

He took out the Qingfengmen martial arts from his storage bag and threw them to the three of them.

"These are for you, I can't keep all the good things to myself."

Looking at Wu Ping's big belly, Wushuang Qing couldn't believe it, "This... Martial Master, don't you want it?"

"No, no."

Wu Ping waved his hand. He wasn't a genius, even though he had been strengthened by the zombie crystal nucleus. He just had more talent than many others.

Can someone ranked sixth or seventh out of a class of fifty be called a genius?

Definitely not.

And this orthodox martial art was too slow to cultivate.

It didn't suit him, and he couldn't maximize the profits brought by the post-apocalyptic world.

Keeping it was useless.

But Han Guang and the others didn't think so.

Their talents were good, and the demonic cultivation techniques they chose didn't particularly harm themselves.

So, of course, this orthodox martial art had an effect on them.

Han Guang and Du Yucui immediately admired Wu Ping even more.

As for Wushuang Qing...

She became even more wary of Wu Ping. Although she had thought that Wu Ping's talent might not be good, his temperament and attitude clearly showed that he looked down on the Qingfengmen's martial arts.

Such a person was destined to become an enemy of the Qingfengmen.

"Oh, by the way, Deng Shuangjiang, remember to collect the bodies of the Zhang family members. I want to practice."

Wu Ping still had the progress of the Blood Flame Technique on his mind.

So many corpses should be able to increase progress significantly.

The crowd took another half step back.

Deng Shuangjiang asked tentatively, "Do you want help extracting the souls of these people?"

"No need."

Wu Ping looked somewhat disdainful. How could these souls possibly catch up to the zombies?

They are neither fierce nor ruthless.

Disdain!!

He actually feels disdain!!

Aren't these souls nourishment for the Soul Refining Flag!?

Could it be that Wu Ping has his own selection criteria!

No wonder the evil spirits in his Soul Refining Flag are so fierce.

Others just use whatever they have.

He actually wants to choose!

How many people does he have to kill?

Han Guang's eyes conveyed this message to Wushuang Qing.

Wushuang Qing shook his head slightly: Who should I ask if you ask me? But one thing is for sure, it won't be few.

"Understood, I will arrange for people to collect them immediately. How about piling them up in this Zhang family's courtyard?"

"Sure, go ahead."

Deng Shuangjiang nodded and then ran off with his son.

As time passed, the number of corpses in the courtyard continued to pile up.

Gradually, a small mountain was formed.

The blood gathered into a small stream, and the entire courtyard was filled with a strong smell of blood that made people almost faint.

Under the gaze of the crowd.

A fireball flew out and ignited the mountain of corpses.

In the light of the fire, a smile appeared on Wu Ping's lips.

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