Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

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"Xu Ziming!! Let me down!!!"

"You sicko, beast, scum, you played with me, and you're not taking responsibility. I should have gone with Cao Ke and the others!!!"

"You animal who pulls up your pants and doesn't recognize people!"

"You're going to die tonight!!!!!"

"I shouldn't have trusted you!!!"

On the arm of an abandoned excavator.

A well-proportioned woman is suspended on it, even her body is exposed.

Obscene words keep pouring out of her mouth.

And the target of her curses is standing on the rooftop next to her, accompanied by a group of people.

He is wearing a cloak behind him.

This person is Xu Ziming, who Cao Ke and the others mentioned.

He doesn't speak, just silently watches.

Soon, what he was waiting for arrived.

A zombie about three to four meters tall.

It rushed out from the green trees in the school's landscaping.

This is one of the third-level zombies that evolved inside the school.

They also call it the Tyrant.

Because its appearance is too similar to the Tyrant in the Resident Evil game.

A body covered in brown, knotted muscles, terrifying height, and an overwhelming aura.

It's like the Tyrant has stepped into reality.

And the woman who keeps screaming is the bait used to lure the Tyrant.

Underneath the woman, there are various gasoline barrels arranged, and various steel nails are placed next to them.

They want to blow up this damn thing.

As for the reason, of course, it's for the zombie crystal in the Tyrant's brain.

The crystal of a third-level zombie is enough to elevate Xu Ziming to the ranks of third-level evolvers.

It has been over a year since the apocalypse broke out.

He has consumed quite a few zombie crystals.

But he has yet to enter the ranks of the third-level evolvers.

A few days ago, the official announcement revealed that the second evolution frenzy is about to come.

He couldn't help but feel anxious. Only with immense power can he ensure a life akin to an emperor's in the apocalypse.

In order to be unrivaled, Xu Ziming even controls everyone, forbidding them from hunting zombies or consuming zombie crystals.

Women become his playthings, and men become his lackeys.

He even killed most of the men.

Now there's no other choice but to take the risk and hunt down third-level zombies.

"As long as I obtain the crystal of a third-level zombie, I can become a third-level evolver myself..."

The more Xu Ziming thinks about it, the more excited he becomes.

He's tired of these women.

He needs to find new ones.

As for Cao Ke and the other two who escaped...

He is filled with resentment.

"But please, don't let me encounter you again!"

As he speaks, the man licks his lips.

Thud, thud!

A dull thumping sound comes from behind.

Xu Ziming hasn't even turned his head yet.

The henchman beside him, holding an explosive device, has his head blown apart right in front of him.

Brain matter and scalding blood splatter his face.

"Tsk tsk, it's so disgusting."

Xu Ziming stares blankly at the lifeless body of his henchman as it collapses.

The man in front even wipes his brain and blood-stained hand on Xu Ziming's clothes.

Wu Ping picks up the detonator from the headless corpse and throws it away.

"Tell me, why would you want to kill such a good material for corpse refinement? And soul extraction, only souls extracted from living beings are the most perfect and best. If you blow it to pieces, where am I supposed to extract from?"

When Wu Ping was still in the sky, he had already noticed the tyrant.

A perfect material for corpse refinement, without a doubt.

The best choice for bodyguards and enforcers.

Look at that, a body like a tower. When it's refined and placed to the side, it exudes both power and might.

And the result?

These people actually want to blow it up!!!

How could Wu Ping let them destroy such a good thing?

Even if it doesn't die from the explosion, if it ends up missing limbs, it will affect its appearance.

He even asked Cao Ke if their school has formalin for the tyrant's corpse.

He plans to preserve it and refine it when he learns the art of corpse refinement.

Cao Ke said they have it.

Wu Ping couldn't wait to come down.

Xu Ziming was completely intimidated by Wu Ping's momentum.

If Xu Ziming had been the one killed just now, would he, who hadn't noticed anything, already be dead?

Someone quietly took a step back.

Wu Ping raised his hand and a deep red flame shot out, directly igniting that person.

The screams were endless, but in the blink of an eye, they stopped.

Because the person had been burned to charcoal.

"Did I tell you to move?"

Wu Ping said casually.

Everyone stood there like statues, only this person moved. If they didn't kill him, who would they kill?

Not fitting in at all.

Looking at the man in front of him.

Wu Ping asked, "I heard your name is Xu Ziming?"

Smack.

A slap landed on Xu Ziming's face, directly smashing half of it.

"Did your vocal cords fall out at home? Speak!"

The intense pain instantly ignited Xu Ziming's anger, who had been in a position of power for a long time.

"How dare you hit me!!!!!!"

Bang!!

The man's screams instantly came to a halt.

Oh! So it turns out your head was kicked open.

"Never mind, I won't ask you anymore, it's troublesome."

Turning around and looking at Cao Ke and the other two: "Come here, everyone take a look at these people. If there's anyone you don't like, anyone who enjoys causing trouble, kill them."

After Wu Ping finished speaking, he turned and jumped down below.

The woman hanging from the excavator had already been eaten halfway.

Looking at Wu Ping in front of him.

The simple-minded tyrant couldn't quite understand.

Is this an extra meal?

He reached out with his big hand and grabbed towards Wu Ping.

But Wu Ping didn't want to hurt it too badly.

This stature, these muscles, this figure.

So handsome!

He also reached out his hand and grabbed the tyrant's hand. The tyrant, weighing at least a thousand jin, was easily lifted by Wu Ping with one hand and slammed heavily onto the ground.

He placed his hand on the tyrant's forehead.

And made a pulling motion outward.

The tyrant's soul was instantly pulled out.

This is the restraint of cultivation in the apocalyptic world.

As for the lifting, don't mind it, that's purely Wu Ping's physical strength, nothing to be surprised about.

Wu Ping's eyes lit up!!!

This is simply the perfect candidate to lead the Soul Banner!!!

Carrying the tyrant's corpse, he flew to the top of a low building.

Those lackeys of Xu Ziming were kneeling on the ground, begging Cao Ke and the others with tears and snot.

They were recounting Xu Ziming's atrocities as if they were treasures.

At this moment, Wu Ping's voice came: "Should we keep them for dinner?"

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