Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

From the resounding sound 5,000 years ago to now.

The highest record is only 9,000 strikes.

And now, Wu Ping has already struck over 8,000 times.

The sound of immortality resonates throughout his body.

The people around him all look at him with envy.

The more the contemporary chief senior brother strikes, the more benefits these newly admitted disciples can obtain.

In other words, whether it is this bronze bell or the square, they are all good things, comparable to Dao Weapon level.

They harness the power of heaven and earth.

If one can strike the bell 10,000 times, they can instantly comprehend the Dao.

They will achieve a clear understanding of Divine Ability.

And as the one who strikes the bell, Wu Ping can obtain the treasures left behind by his predecessors.

Countless Divine Ability spells and insights into the Dao.

This is also one of the benefits of being a general disciple.

Personally recruited disciples don't have this treatment, but in comparison, they have guaranteed benefits, welfare, techniques, and a master.

The bronze bell is just a hope.

It's like Wu Ping buying a lottery ticket in his previous life.

No one can guarantee how many strikes the current chief senior brother will achieve.

If he strikes many times, he will have face when he goes out; if he strikes few times, others will laugh at him.

But no matter what, the new disciples of Wu Ping's generation will always hold their heads high compared to others in the future!

In conversation, they will say, "I have senior brother Wu Ping, who can strike the bell 9,000 times, surpassing everyone."

What? You want to know how I know that Wu Ping and I are from the same generation?

Words like these will probably be heard on Punishment Peak after this.

"You see, old monster, can you still accept this disciple? It's already 9,999 strikes."

Lin Qianli said with a triumphant smile.

If nothing unexpected happens, as long as Wu Ping doesn't fall, he will become the face of Punishment Peak in the contemporary era, the kind that only appears once every few thousand years!

Ouyang Zhongmo remained silent.

Just watching.

His face appeared calm.

Lin Qianli couldn't help but wonder in his heart: What kind of medicine is this old guy selling? This doesn't seem like him!

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine strikes.

Wu Ping finally started to feel a bit overwhelmed.

Although this collision pillar weighs millions of pounds and sounds impressive, it's only about ten thousand tons, the weight of a small aircraft carrier.

And it's just an ordinary one. In my previous life, large aircraft carriers weighed tens of thousands of tons, or even hundreds of thousands of tons.

It's nothing.

Wu Ping's physical strength now is enough to easily pull a Transcendent Level aircraft carrier.

But this thing keeps getting heavier the more it collides.

By the 9,999th strike, it was already as heavy as a mountain.

Finally, with the ten thousandth strike, it became even more difficult to push.

Veins popped up on his forehead.

The momentum dispersed the worship of the myriad races, with the Demonic Tree towering and the Divine King sitting beneath it, overlooking all beings.

"Make some noise for me!!!"

!!!!

The ten thousand strikes were completed!

A vast and gentle power instantly erupted from the bronze bell, permeating the entire venue.

The white sound waves spread out in a huge circular pattern, spanning millions of miles.

Countless people looked up.

In their hearts, the legend that had been circulating for a long time emerged: five thousand years ago, when the bronze bell struck ten thousand times, the Demon Emperor rose from insignificance and soared above the nine heavens!

Going against the current of the Heaven Connecting River, causing the wind, forest, fire, and volcano to collapse, reversing the five elements, restarting yin and yang, and witnessing the extraordinary scene of the chaotic world reopening.

Before, there was the Divine Maiden descending to the mortal realm, the monsters and geniuses of the chaotic world of the demonic star. Now, someone has collided with the bronze bell of the Seven Blood Sect, striking it ten thousand times. This era is going to become exciting.

In an instant, various forces were set in motion.

People from all sides came to visit.

This figure of the ages is still relevant today. Under the surging torrent, will this corner of the world be filled with another era's overlord, the favored child of heaven and earth?

Take another look at the scene.

In fact, this place has a name.

The ancestors of the Seven Blood Sect once named it the Transcendence Battlefield.

Wherever the Seven Blood Sect goes, the Heaven Connecting River is the Dragon Gate to leap over.

Coming to Punishment Peak and striking the bell is to transcend the mortal and become a dragon.

Naming it the Transcendence Dragon Battlefield is to let all future disciples of the punishment sect start with a hundred sounds, so that everyone can become a dragon.

So, in front, another sentence is recited: "With a hundred sounds, every disciple of this generation is like a dragon!"

But the first two characters, Transcendence, require ten thousand sounds.

Now, Wu Ping has achieved it.

The Dao Rhyme envelops the entire Transcendence Dragon Battlefield.

The sun and moon change, and the stars in the sky light up together, which is the gaze and attention of the ancestors of the Seven Blood Sect.

Under the rotation of the huge pupils, they are locked onto Wu Ping.

Some people realize that the mountains behind them are overlapping, like rising dragons.

Some people manifest the vast ocean, under which the sun and moon are embraced.

The most powerful momentum comes from Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng.

One person represents the blue sky and the red sun, blood shining on the mountains and rivers.

One person represents the black night and the bloody moon, with the grievances of countless souls.

"These two are really extraordinary, they have obtained great opportunities!"

"I'm so envious and jealous, I'm tired of saying those two words. Father, mother, why didn't you give birth to me a little later so that I could also bask in the glory of being contemporary with Wu Ping?"

"Alas, in the past, every generation was controversial, there was always someone challenging the contemporary chief. But this generation, I don't think anyone will challenge Wu Ping, and no one dares to challenge him."

"And this generation of disciples, I'm afraid they will become the most solid foundation for Wu Ping. They all benefit from him. Karma, oh karma, it's too significant."

"You talk as if it's a pity. With such karma, wouldn't you embrace it?"

"Of course I would embrace it, no need to ask. I can even be his horse to ride. As long as Wu Ping says yes, I will bow my head and shout 'father' loudly."

There is so much commotion outside.

Of course, Wu Ping couldn't be insignificant.

At this moment, his consciousness seemed to have reached the top of the sky.

Countless stars were shining for him.

Various secret techniques passed before his eyes.

But only a few of them expressed the divine charm, one in a thousand.

[Hengji Motian Cui Divine Technique], [Mysterious Great Unity Nine Chapters Scripture], [Heavenly Demon Twelve Evils], [Yanshen's Hundred Enemies Transmigration], [Planting Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body], and so on.

Does Wu Ping want them?

He really wants them.

But many of them are techniques, and he can't figure out what the content is.

He can't bear to part with his Demonic Tree that he has raised.

He believes that the Demonic Tree must be extraordinary.

And his own abilities and realm are all thanks to the Demonic Tree.

He really doesn't want to change.

Perhaps sensing Wu Ping's dilemma, these techniques retreat, leaving only [Planting Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body].

Wu Ping is somewhat uncertain about the other names.

But he feels that this one might be a Body Refining technique.

Coincidentally, he lacks that.

It's just that the name sounds a bit like Buddhism.

Aren't Buddhism and demons incompatible?

There is no choice, and there aren't too many options.

Wu Ping reaches out to take it.

The technique instantly turns into a stream of light and merges into his body.

[Planting Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body, can obtain the Demon Heaven Good Treasure, the Buddha Heaven Evil Treasure, listen to the Dao's guidance, transmigrate through three lives, nine lives, ninety-nine lives, live through three worlds, nine worlds, ninety-nine worlds, those who speak the Dharma, cannot speak the Dharma, it is called speaking the Dharma, asking Dao Luo Hou Black Heaven, to take life, but cannot take life, if there is a demon in the heart, one can live within the demon's heart...]

Wu Ping became increasingly alarmed as he read on.

This Body Refining technique has no limit. If one practices it for a lifetime, they can live for a lifetime. If they practice it for two lifetimes, they can live for two lifetimes. Each level of cultivation is equivalent to two people practicing this technique fighting together. If they cultivate to the second level, it is equivalent to two people practicing this technique fighting together.

Dying once results in losing one level, but one can revive with full health. Even if one dies completely, they can still condense their demonic seed. As long as someone remembers their name or their deeds, as long as there is a demonic thought of them in someone's heart, Wu Ping can come back to life.

What kind of twisted technique is this!?

Therefore, in order to kill someone who practices this technique, one must not only eliminate all their levels but also erase their existence from everyone's hearts.

Moreover, cultivating one level is equivalent to two Wu Pings at the Soul Sea Realm attacking at the same time. Cultivating two levels is equivalent to three Wu Pings at the Soul Sea Realm attacking at the same time. If Wu Ping breaks through to a higher realm, there will be several of him attacking at the corresponding levels.

This is pure madness!

Even if luck is really bad and someone kills all their levels, they still have one last move, resurrecting with the help of the Demonic Tree in the doomsday world...

Isn't this an infinite nesting doll?

And then they cultivate the Bodhi Lotus Heart Demon Body.

Again?

He scratched his head.

This is too twisted, and he likes it!

Although it is required for practitioners to have a strong physical body and powerful aptitude, Wu Ping doesn't mind these conditions. He has confidence in himself, "It's just that the last condition is a bit difficult to fulfill."

Building a demonic body with boundless evil energy, even his Soul Sea is formed by living souls, achieving perfect merit and opening the Bodhi.

There are two ways to build the Bodhi Lotus Heart.

The first is to use the relics left behind by a high monk after their death, or to build it with merit.

When Wu Ping does something, he always strives for the best if possible.

Where can he find merit?

Although he hasn't killed many people, he hasn't done many good deeds either.

He has no concept of merit, just like a carnivorous animal suddenly being told that it can eat grass. Anyone would be stunned by that.

Where does a demonic cultivator get merit from?

However, Wu Ping does have some understanding of the concept of merit. Killing doesn't necessarily mean there is no merit, and not killing doesn't necessarily mean there is merit.

Just like in the ancient legends, even the demonic ancestor Luo Hou could obtain merit.

It mainly depends on what one does for heaven and earth.

"But at this level, what can I do for heaven and earth? Do I have to be like Nüwa and mend the sky? That's not something I can do."

"Could it be that I have to use the relics of a high monk to cultivate the Bodhi lotus heart?"

Wu Ping frowned.

Although it's not easy to find relics in this world, if I search, there are so many temples with centuries-old heritage. Even if they have turned into mutated beasts, I might be able to find some relics if I dig around.

The only question is whether they can be used.

If they can be used, I'll grab a handful and eat them like candy. Wu Ping even felt disgusted at the thought, as if he were eating bones with hyperostosis.

But if I can use relics, then it's a step down.

Wu Ping decided to first study this merit. As long as it can make him stronger, he will be the greatest virtuous person in the nine heavens and ten earths. "If not, I'll start by doing ten good deeds and then try to cultivate the Bodhi lotus heart."

Just at this moment, perhaps sensing what Wu Ping was thinking, the Demonic Tree in his sea of consciousness trembled, and golden light turned into a shower of gold.

Outside.

Under the gloomy sky, a plain and unadorned pillar of light descended, enveloping Wu Ping's body. At this moment, he seemed to become the center of the world.

The heavenly path thundered, and the sound of the Dao filled the air.

The powerful beings who were watching this place were dumbfounded. They knew that the formation that covered the sky of the Seven Blood Sect was set up by an immortal senior. It was impossible for an ordinary pillar of light to penetrate through.

Moreover, within the pillar of light, there were divine rays and golden lights, giving a sense of clarity and freshness. Even the strong ones who had been bound for countless years suddenly gained some insight.

The entire world trembled along with it.

Purple qi came from millions of miles away, dyeing the entire sky.

Auspicious qi descended, and everyone present benefited from it.

The powerful beings of the Seven Blood Sect were all choked, their faces turning red.

Finally, someone couldn't bear it any longer and shouted, "What has he realized?!"

"Unexpectedly, it has attracted heavenly blessings, auspicious signs have descended upon our Seven Blood Sect!!!"

"Purple qi comes from the east, spanning thousands of miles. The shackles that have held me back for half a lifetime have actually loosened!!!?"

"No, no, no, he must have obtained something from the ancestors, and with his extraordinary talent, he has comprehended something different, even making up for the losses of heaven and earth, not even a trace left!!!"

That's why he can receive these heavenly blessings. This child... he... he... he is a demonic cultivator!!!"

"This openly obtaining heavenly blessings will surely provoke the anger of those monks and righteous cultivators!?"

"Hahahaha, Wu Ping is favored by heaven and earth, blessings have descended. Now, who dares to kill him? Who dares!!?"

Ouyang Zhongmo laughed happily.

The people present all had a change in their expressions.

Not to mention that they never had any thoughts about Wu Ping in the first place.

Even if they did, they wouldn't dare.

Killing someone with blessings will be rejected by heaven and earth, despised by the Dao. Even immortals would die on the spot.

How long has the divine suppression lasted?

Why were they eventually sealed and sent into reincarnation by the immortals?

It's because they had accumulated 960 blessings, not leaving a trace, despised by the Dao, which led to the immortals replacing the gods.

Even immortals themselves cannot obtain blessings.

Let alone humans, even if immortals were here, they wouldn't dare to lay a hand on Wu Ping.

And not to mention seeing it, they haven't even heard of blessings descending before.

Only in the ancient past did it exist.

How many living Buddhas have spent their entire lives seeking even a trace of blessings in vain?

Now, blessings have fallen into the Seven Blood Sect.

Time seemed to pause at this moment.

One, two, dozens of figures walked out from the rippling void.

They are the 'immortals' of the Seven Blood Sect.

"Heavenly blessings have descended upon our Seven Blood Sect, this generation shall prosper our Seven Blood Sect!!!"

"No, we can't let the matter of merit fall into the ears of others. They may not do anything to Wu Ping, but they will take him away. He is now no different from the ancestral beast of my Seven Blood Sect, Wu Ping is here, and the sect thrives."

"We will join forces to erase the memories of all the witnesses in this area. As for the commotion caused, it will be said that he comprehended the Dragon Field and was bestowed with divine teachings by immortals!"

"And then we will invite him over and have a good talk. We will give him whatever he wants!"

"This is not appropriate. With heavenly merit on his side, it is certain that he will become an immortal in the future, and his achievements will far surpass ours. Have you all forgotten the blessings that merit bestows upon cultivators?"

"Turn bad luck into good fortune, and make all wishes come true!"

"So if you rashly alter his path of growth, aren't you afraid that a big hand will suddenly erase you from this world?"

"If he comes back from the future to kill us, none of us will be safe."

Everyone trembled in fear.

"What do you suggest then?"

"Assign someone to protect him. Let him do whatever he wants, and if something goes wrong, we will cover for him. No one can touch him. Third, fifth, and ninth, the three of you will protect our sect's treasure. Even if he goes to the Immortal Gate and causes trouble, you three must protect him for me."

"If any other immortals dare to intervene, we will immediately take action. With Wu Ping in our Seven Blood Sect, we will rise to power. Spread my command to mobilize our forces. We don't want just thirty-six continents, we want three hundred and sixty, no, six hundred continents!"

"The rest of you, go wake up those who are still asleep. It's time to seize territory. The great Dao will assist our Seven Blood Sect!"

"In the future, Wu Ping may even sit on the supreme throne of our sect and lead us to conquer the Heaven Connecting River!"

"We will conquer the Heaven Connecting River and go against the current, establishing our religion as immortals!"

In an instant, time seemed to unfreeze.

But everyone's memories had changed.

In the Dragon Field of Transcendence.

Cheers resounded: "Comprehending the Dragon Field, bestowed with divine teachings, Senior Brother Wu Ping strengthens our Seven Blood Sect!"

Just to clarify, it's not that I'm slow in updating. It's just that the chapters are long, around five thousand characters each. I update twenty thousand characters every day, and it's tiring for my hands. I feel uncomfortable with short or incomplete chapters. So I write longer chapters. Now, the daily update is four chapters, two in the early morning and two in the evening...