Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

Wu Qi pondered for a moment, "Alright, but you can't kill him, I have to do it."

"Okay, okay, you can kill him. Actually, I have a grudge against him too, but since you're paying, I'll let you have it. But what's his specific cultivation level?"

"According to the information, he should be at the seventh level of Soul Ascension. I might sustain some minor injuries if I kill him."

"You, getting injured while killing someone at the seventh level of Soul Ascension? And you still claim to be invincible in the world?"

Wu Ping said with a smile.

"You don't understand, I won't explain it to you."

"Hmph, keep boasting, go ahead."

"I'm not boasting!! I really am invincible!"

"Where are you going?"

Wu Qi asked.

"I'm going back to sleep. I haven't had a good sleep in a while. See you at the mountain gate tomorrow."

Wu Ping waved his hand without looking back, then disappeared from his sight.

Watching Wu Ping leave,

Wu Qi took out a small booklet from his storage bag.

Sat down on the spot.

[In the spiritual calendar *********, August 10th, clear weather, at the volcanic spring in the back mountain of the Blood Rain Sect, I had the fortune of meeting a friend named Wu Ping. His cultivation is slightly stronger than mine, his combat power is slightly stronger than mine, and his physical body is slightly stronger than mine. His swordsmanship is beyond my reach, but it seems like he doesn't practice swordsmanship. Huh... I reflect on myself every day, why am I weaker than him? The answer is that I haven't killed enough people. I still need to work harder. Today, there were many interesting things.

First, my friend Wu Ping, who shares my hobby of killing people...

Second, the sect master is getting old and can no longer be carved from rotten wood. My friend and I are using the volcanic spring to diligently cultivate a secret technique. If we succeed, won't it be a great story? But he's chasing after me because of Wu Ping...]

Sat there for the whole afternoon.

Writing leisurely.

........

Early in the morning.

Wu Ping arrived at the mountain gate.

Wu Qi had been waiting here early.

He thought he was early enough, but Wu Qi arrived even earlier.

"Good morning."

Wu Qi, puzzled by Wu Ping's strange greeting, responded with some confusion, "Morn... good morning."

"Do you have a Law Weapon for flying?"

"You don't have one?"

Wu Qi asked with some confusion.

"No, I'm relatively poor and can't afford it."

Wu Ping's spirit stones are all used to feed the Demonic Tree.

How can he afford a Law Weapon?

Who knew Wu Qi would say, "Then just rob someone, I have a lot of things that I've robbed."

Wu Ping's eyes lit up, why didn't he think of that?

He seemed to have walked into a dead end.

"That makes sense!!!"

"I've learned something."

"Indeed, in a group of three, there must be one who can be my teacher."

As soon as this sentence came out,

Wu Qi hurriedly picked up a notebook and started writing something.

Wu Ping leaned over to see, but Wu Qi wouldn't show him.

"What are you writing?"

"I think this sentence is very classic and reasonable. I plan to write it down and use it for storytelling in the future!"

Wu Ping was helpless.

This person clearly knows how to show off.

But he's always thinking about storytelling.

I don't know what he's thinking.

After finishing writing, Wu Qi took out a flying carpet.

The two of them sat on it and headed towards the Prayer Mountain Gate.

Along the way, both of them were busy.

One was constantly refining life souls, while the other kept writing in his notebook.

"Why do these life souls have such strange shapes?"

Wu Qi frowned.

In Wu Ping's hands, a third-level zombie with several long and sharp tentacles was thrashing about.

He kept casting spells on the zombie's soul.

Wu Qi watched in confusion and grew anxious.

Why does this zombie look like that?

"In this vast world, there are all sorts of strange things that you have yet to see. Your knowledge is limited," Wu Ping casually remarked.

Wu Qi listened attentively, even starting to reflect on himself.

"That's true. It seems that I haven't explored enough places," he said.

"Yes, it's good to have this mindset. As the saying goes, reading ten thousand books is not as good as traveling ten thousand miles," Wu Ping added.

That's enough.

Another famous saying.

Wu Qi was kept busy.

Wu Ping noticed something. This person seemed to have a lot of questions and was a bit naive.

But as long as Wu Ping responded with a profound philosophy or a poem from the Blue Star, Wu Qi would quiet down for a while.

This made Wu Ping somewhat pleased. He had discovered Wu Qi's mute button.

On the road.

Wu Qi was dumbfounded.

He couldn't understand. Where did Wu Ping get all these zombies from?

Not to mention the large quantity.

And each one was ferocious and terrifying, with a hideous appearance!

To make matters even more absurd, Wu Ping reached into his pocket and pulled out a zombie that looked like a fish, about twenty to thirty meters long!

He muttered in a daze, "Fish... can they have souls too?"

Wu Ping tilted his head slightly and said, "Who said fish can't have souls?"

"But aren't souls only for humans?" Wu Qi asked.

This is common knowledge.

Wu Ping sneered, "Who are you to define it as a fish? Who are you to define someone's race?"

"But it looks...looks like a fish."

"Children don't understand, don't speak nonsense. Even though it looks like a fish, if I say it's not a fish, then it's not a fish. Have you ever seen a fish with a living soul?"

"Alright, alright, focus on writing your diary and don't disturb me while I refine the soul."

Wu Ping got busy again.

The fish, which was twenty to thirty meters long, continuously merged with his spell in his hands.

The darkness on his body gradually deepened.

Before long, the fish suddenly let out a roar that sounded nothing like a fish: "Roar!!!"

"Hahaha, it's done!!!"

Wu Ping took out the Soul Flag and unfolded it.

The surrounding Yin energy gathered.

Over a thousand evil spirits flew out from the Soul Flag, led by the big fish, soaring in the sky.

Hell was empty, and evil spirits were in the mortal realm.

Wu Ping leaped up.

Steady on the fish's head.

Wu Qi's hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble.

This completely refreshed his worldview.

"So the Soul Refining Flag is not a decrepit Law Weapon. This big fish is actually comparable to a cultivator of Soul Ascension at the eighth stage or above. It's still a soul, and with the addition of over a thousand commanding evil spirits, this..."

He took out his notebook and wrote it down. Although he couldn't see these special scenes or the big fish with a living soul himself, Wu Ping could make him see.

He could also hear Wu Ping's words.

In his diary.

[Spirit Calendar *********, August 11th, clear weather. My dear friend Wu Ping, today has truly opened my eyes. The Great Thousand World is truly full of wonders. Who would have thought that fish could have a living soul and be refined through secret methods, capable of commanding evil spirits at the eighth stage of Soul Ascension...evil fish, soaring in the sky, truly displaying its might and dominance. I am not on par with it, but my riding skills are still decent. I feel envious and want to call my dear friend to let him try it...]

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