Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

A restless evil spirit crawled and positioned itself under Wu Ping's buttocks as a cushion.

Watching Wu Qi effortlessly slay the blood corpse with his sword, he asked, "Where were you? Why did it take you so long to come?"

Wu Qi shattered the blood corpse in front of him with a single sword strike and said, "I went the wrong way before. When I saw the dark clouds rolling over here, I knew you were here."

Wu Ping couldn't understand how he had the audacity to calmly say these words.

How can someone so grown still get lost?

"Then, when I went up the mountain, I encountered a group of them. I killed one and cut off the limbs of the rest before leaving them on the mountain path. As for him, I didn't kill him. He used to curse you quite fiercely, didn't he?"

"I specifically caught him to let you vent your anger."

Pinching the injured demon cultivator lying on the ground, Wu Ping saw blood foam continuously flowing from his mouth.

"What happened to his tongue? And why is his mouth so beaten up, with all his teeth knocked out?"

While dealing with the attacks in front of him, Wu Qi said, "He kept begging for mercy and was very noisy. He even wanted to reason with me. Am I the kind of person who can understand reason?"

"So I just cut off his tongue and smashed his teeth to prevent him from making unnecessary noise."

Wu Ping laughed and said, "You have a clear understanding of yourself. Good self-awareness."

"It's important to have self-awareness. Wait a moment."

Suddenly, Wu Qi said.

His momentum changed.

He tapped the earphones he was wearing.

Wu Ping instantly understood, "Let's fight, and you even want me to provide background music. You really have too much free time. Wait for it."

He casually chose a suitable song for him.

Wu Ping made a gesture of invitation, "Start your performance."

Then he lifted his robe.

Crossing his legs, he leaned back.

Even though he looked like a gallant young gentleman from ancient times, he watched the actor on stage performing an exciting martial arts fight.

This section is also known as "Wu Qi's Battle with the Blood Corpse Vice Sect Master."

If the conditions allowed, Wu Ping would have found two theater troupes to perform next to them.

But the music playing in his earphones was barely enough.

They were both at an age full of youthful vigor.

With Wu Ping watching on the side, Wu Qi's fighting was exceptionally beautiful.

With a wave of his hand and a sword in his grasp, he moved like a dancing butterfly.

The intertwining sword qi is truly exquisite and unparalleled.

Although Wu Ping doesn't understand swordsmanship, just by observing this scene, it is worth applauding and exclaiming, "Excellent!"

The only downside is that the scene is a bit bloody.

The deputy sect master, who has turned into a blood corpse, has been killed and reduced to a skeleton, with blood flowing all over the ground.

The blood corpses that dared to disturb the surroundings were instantly crushed by the sword qi that was shot out.

Looking at these scenes...

Jiuyin is dumbfounded, and the powerful members of the Seven Blood Sect are also dumbfounded.

So you two are here to play, huh?

You've done quite well. How about I set up a stage for you two?

What nonsense!

This is cultivation, not a game for you to play.

Look at the others.

Seeing their miserable appearance, everyone's faces turned black.

You two can continue playing.

"Don't say that this newcomer's swordsmanship is good, he also fights quite beautifully."

"Indeed, indeed. It is flashy and visually appealing, yet also practical. Every move is based on perfect basic skills, showing that he has put a lot of effort into sword training."

"Mmm, not bad, not bad. Another good seedling. Although he can't compare to that little monster watching the show next to him, within the Seven Blood Sect, he can still be considered a genius."

"And this is intentional. He is still young, like a piece of uncut jade. After being carved and polished, he will become a powerful figure."

"You know what, this actually looks quite pleasing to the eye. How come we didn't realize that this thing is actually quite good-looking before?"

"Hey, you there, take note of this. Tomorrow, find me some disciples who are skilled in swordsmanship and buy a few prisoners from Punishment Peak to let them practice. They must be better than this kid."

The person serving on the side quickly acknowledged.

Thud.

The blood corpse deputy sect master fell.

The ground was covered with thin slices of flesh, as delicate as cicada wings.

All of them were cut off by Wu Qi.

Clap--clap--clap--

"Oh, Lord Wu is in a good mood today, even willing to show me some fancy moves."

"Come, come, come, accept your reward."

Wu Ping casually threw something.

Wu Qi caught it with a strange expression on his face.

Holding the object in his hand, he questioned Wu Qi, "Silver???"

"You're being stingy, Wu Ping. When I was a child, the storytellers would give me ten taels of silver when I went with my father. Now that I'm a cultivator, you're only giving me one tael?"

"What use do I have for silver?"

Wu Ping said naturally, "Alright, alright, stop trying to act innocent. Your set of tools is only worth this much."

You want spirit stones?

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

Wu Ping's spirit stones are all useful.

"Come here, there's another one. The tyrant wants you to put it on the bone of the pipa and hang it up."

"Just hang it on that tree."

The man with his tongue cut off was horrified when he heard Wu Ping's words.

He struggled on the ground, trying to stand up.

But judging from the situation, Wu Qi must have beaten him badly on the way, and he couldn't even stand up.

He could only wriggle on the ground, leaving behind a long trail of blood.

His head shook like a tambourine, and he kept making a whimpering sound.

He was extremely afraid.

He had seen how the deputy sect master died just now, he saw it with his own eyes, each sword strike was so dramatic.

He was scared.

But the tyrant wouldn't care if he was scared or not.

He directly grabbed him, looked around, and after the incident with He Jun last time, he seemed to have grown a bit. He picked up a not-so-thick spear from the ground.

But he couldn't understand what it meant to "put it on the bone of the pipa."

Suddenly, a memory flashed through the tyrant's mind.

He grabbed the man and strung him up from bottom to top.

Hey, it's done!

"Ow!!!!!"

The person's eyes were almost popping out from the pain.

Wu Ping was dumbfounded.

"I told you to wear the rib bone armor, where the hell did you wear it?"

The tyrant tilted his head, his big head filled with small doubts.

He looked at the man on the spear again.

He seemed to understand.

He grabbed the spear and waved the man like a flag.

Wu Ping didn't understand either, which expression or which sentence of his could make it understand like this.

Wu Qi looked at his own sword,

and quickly put it away in his storage bag.

He wouldn't perform no matter what.

Disgusting!

Jiuyin looked at all this, his mouth twitching.

It seems that he underestimated the true nature of these two kids.

This is too bad.

Even a demonic cultivator like him can't bear to watch.

Wu Ping could only wave his hand helplessly: "Just kill him, kill him."

When the man heard this, he instantly felt relieved.

Finally, he was going to die, right?

Perhaps death is also a relief,

at least he won't suffer anymore.

"Where should we go next?"

Wu Qi asked, most of the blood corpses here have been killed.

"Nowhere, I don't want to go anywhere. I killed a sect master and a deputy sect master, you killed a deputy sect master, I just killed so many blood corpses earlier, there aren't many left in this secret realm. The big rewards are all on us, it wouldn't be ethical to fight with them anymore."

Wu Qi looked at Wu Ping who was sitting upright.

He was a little puzzled and actually wanted to say: Isn't this something you've been doing all along?

But in the end, when the words reached his lips, he didn't say them.

Or play with Wu Ping, he has gained a little emotional intelligence.

But not much.

Time flies by quickly.

A day passes in the blink of an eye.

Wu Ping only feels a pulling force.

His body is immediately sucked up into the sky.

When he comes out again, the Magic Gate prodigies standing in the field are almost all injured.

And the number of people he sees is less than half of what Wu Ping saw when he first arrived.

Jiuyin is still sitting on the chair.

He looks at Wu Ping with a strange expression on his face.

Jiuyin saw everything Wu Ping did in the Blood Corpse Forbidden Land.

"Tsk tsk tsk, your current miserable state is completely within my expectations. Many people have died. You have shown me what it means to be young but ruthless."

When he says this, he always looks at Wu Qi, who is Wu Ping's companion, intentionally or unintentionally.

The two of them also have a tacit understanding and remain calm.

I don't know.

What is he saying?

Can't understand?

Jiuyin Qi laughed, these two kids!

He greeted the people next to him and read out the scores.

Then I heard someone say,

"Now let's announce the rankings. First place: Wu Ping, with a score of 1,892 points. Achievements: killed the Blood Corpse Sect Master, killed the Blood Corpse Deputy Sect Master, killed two Blood Corpse Elders, killed several Blood Corpse Disciples."

As soon as this score came out,

All these so-called geniuses from the demonic sects were shocked.

They have personally experienced the strength of the monsters in the Blood Corpse Forbidden Land.

Each one of them is ferocious to the point of being reckless.

And the Blood Corpse Deputy Sect Master is already comparable to a cultivator in the Soul Sea Realm.

As for the Blood Corpse Sect Master, that is a terrifying monster that can be considered as powerful as a fifth-level Soul Sea cultivator.

He actually killed them!!!

So, does that mean Wu Ping's strength is comparable to a sixth-level Soul Sea cultivator?

And he looks so relaxed.

I bet he didn't even exert much effort to kill the Blood Corpse Sect Master.

Why would someone like him participate in this training?

And he looks so young too. With such talent and terrifying combat power, why not just go directly to the Seven Blood Sect?

Why bother competing for resources with them?

For a moment, everyone felt resentful towards Wu Ping, but they didn't dare to voice their anger.

Because Wu Ping is strong!

"Second place: Wu Qi, points: 721, record: killed one Blood Corpse Vice Sect Master, two Blood Corpse Elders, and several Blood Corpse disciples."

Another monster!

Many people had never even heard of the Blood Rain Sect before, just like Wu Ping and the others had never heard of these names of the subordinate demonic sects.

Occasionally, a few people who had heard of the Blood Rain Sect looked puzzled.

When did the Blood Rain Sect become so powerful in cultivating disciples?

One sect, two monsters.

What's the point of playing anymore?

With Wu Ping in the lead, they had already given up and were preparing to compete for second place.

After all, this person was capable of killing monsters comparable to fifth-level Soul Sea cultivators.

But now another one appeared.

Doesn't that mean they can only compete for third place?

Then the results for third place were announced, and it was the young man who had entered ahead of Wu Ping and was being beaten up by Jiuyin, and Wu Ping also learned his name.

Tie Chousheng.

A strange name.

The announcements continued until the last place.

Before that person could react, Jiuyin swept him away with a wave of his sleeve.

"Alright, now that the trash has been cleared out, the rest of you are barely worth watching."

"Your sect sent you here, of course, not just to let you die in vain."

"After a day of killing, the bloody aura on your bodies has become strong to a certain extent. In addition, killing the Blood Corpse cultivators will further stimulate the accumulated bloodthirsty aura within you. I believe you all have killed quite a few people, right?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

These disciples' confidence has doubled in their hearts.

Just kidding, if it's about cultivation and combat power, they might not be able to compare to Wu Ping and Wu Qi.

But when it comes to killing?

No matter how you look at it, they are older than these two.

They have been eating spiritual rice for several years.

Killing?

Since they were sensible, they have been wielding butcher knives.

Is there anyone who hasn't carried the burden of thousands of lives on their shoulders?

Even the highest among them has blood on their hands from tens of thousands of people.

These two monsters, in this matter, they are really not worth mentioning!

This is the confidence of the crowd.

Seeing each of them full of confidence, Wu Qi looked at Wu Ping next to him with a strange expression on his face.

He didn't understand, what are these people so proud of?

Although he didn't know how many people Wu Ping had slaughtered.

But that feeling must not be less than his own.

And another thing he didn't understand, what's wrong with your face?

Wu Ping was anxious in his heart.

How many people has he killed?

It's just Prayer Mountain Gate, the Martial King's Mansion, and then the Water Town.

Added together, it's not that much.

Killing zombies doesn't count as killing people, right?

And it's not even the same world.

He was a little confused.

He had already guessed that these people were not normal, but he didn't expect them to be so abnormal. Who in the world is more normal than these things?

Are they very proud?

Only to see the Nine Yin Hand make a move.

A blood pool fell from the sky.

Boom!

It feels as if the earth is trembling.

On the walls of the blood pool, various eerie patterns are carved.

Among them, the dozen or so coffins are particularly unsettling, emitting a continuous aura of coldness.

Jiuyin said, "This is the Creation Blood Pool, made from the refined essence of the blood of different races and medicine people. The heavier the bloodthirsty aura in your bodies, the more you can absorb. These things are very helpful for you, especially for those who haven't built their Soul Sea. It can lay a foundation for you."

"You just need to strip naked and lie inside the coffin. This coffin is not an ordinary object. It can help suppress the killing intent in your hearts and prevent your minds from being overwhelmed by the immense blood energy."

The strong smell of blood makes people frown, as if every breath is sinking in blood.

However, Wu Ping feels fine, not as repulsive as the taste of the doomsday world.

It even carries a hint of fragrance.

He even took a few deep breaths.

This scene falls into the eyes of the powerful individuals of the Seven Blood Sect, and they all look at Wu Ping with puzzled expressions.

"Wu Ping, has this kid not killed many people?"

"It should be, after all, he's young. He probably has to pay the price in this Creation Blood Pool, as his experience is not enough."

"Judging by his expression, it seems that Jiuyin has grasped his lifeline. Hahaha, this kid was so arrogant before, but now he can't be arrogant anymore."

"Ah, what a pity. This Creation Blood Pool was created by the heads of various sects of the lower sects, who joined forces to slaughter several medium-sized tribes of different races. It was refined by the pharmacist and added with various secret medicines and techniques. It is a good thing for building foundations. Even though Wu Ping has already built his Soul Sea, these things are still very helpful for him."

"Yeah, it's a pity. Because he has too little Blood Fiend Qi in his body, he can't stimulate and absorb too much essence from the Blood Pool."

"What are you talking about? What's there to be sorry about? I don't think it's a pity at all. This shoddy thing is simply garbage. I have something better for him. If he can't absorb it, then he can't. We don't care about garbage."

They were already accustomed to the words of the old monster.

Wu Ping hadn't even become a disciple yet, and he was already preparing things for Wu Ping's cultivation.

This old thing has so much money that he can't spend it.

"No, the smell of this Blood Pool is not pleasant at all. If someone who's not used to it smells it, it should be uncomfortable. Look at those disciples, and then look at Wu Ping. He doesn't seem to be uncomfortable at all, and he even took a few deep breaths."

"It's strange. Could this kid be naturally talented in killing?"

"Look again, look again, pay attention."

"Hahaha, indeed, this kid seems a bit hesitant and uncertain. He's the last one."

"This young man named Tie Chousheng is not bad. He has at least fifty thousand Blood Fiend Qi in him."

"Oh, this Wu Qi, such a young age, he's practically a butcher of a hundred thousand people. The dense Blood Fiend Qi in him reaches the sky. Coupled with the stimulation from the Blood Pool, no one else dares to approach within three feet of him, or they'll be turned into idiots."

In the next moment, Wu Ping stepped into the Blood Pool.

Several powerful elders stood up instantly, their eyes wide open like copper bells.

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