Immortal Cultivators Transmigrates Into Doomsday, I Am A Devil Cultivator

[147] Black And White Portraits Of Impermanent Gods, Even My Pet Is Flood Dragon (Please Customize)

Heishuitan, surname Long, is a prominent family of the Southern Beast Race.

Wu Ping certainly knows.

As for why someone from the Southern Beast Race would appear in the Seven Blood Sect, he doesn't care.

Demons, evil cultivators, and the Beast Race being in cahoots, isn't that normal?

He only cares about what the person just put into their storage bag.

When his divine sense swept past, he saw the person quickly put something into their storage bag.

Wu Ping didn't get a clear look.

It's precisely because of this that his damn curiosity was aroused.

When Wu Ping knocked out Long Ming, he was also sizing up Wu Ping.

During this period of time, the name Wu Ping has spread throughout the Five Realms.

He's become quite famous.

At fifteen years old, he reached the Dragon Transformation realm and became the top-ranked explorer on the Young Noble List.

He is suspected to be the biggest beneficiary after the opening of the Taishan King's tomb.

With his terrifying achievements, precious treasures, and various secret techniques, the spread of Wu Ping's name has reached its peak.

The final scene released by the Young Noble List completely ignited everything.

It allowed the world to witness this terrifying genius of an evil cultivator.

No, it should be called a monster.

That's why her sister wanted to visit Immortal Banishment City, because she has been hearing Wu Ping's name a lot recently and knows that Immortal Banishment City is under Wu Ping's jurisdiction.

She just wanted to see what kind of place the top-ranked explorer governs.

But she ended up being discovered.

However, Long Ming didn't expect that Wu Ping would ask him what he put into his storage bag.

This...

Should he say it or not?

"Don't want to say?" Wu Ping saw the contemplation in his heart and blurted out.

"It's okay. With your cultivation level, we can slowly talk about it at the Punishment Hall in Immortal Banishment City. I have plenty of time now that I'm back."

His words directly laid out the meaning.

Now, let's have a decent conversation.

If you don't speak now, with your level of cultivation, I can take you down in minutes. When you end up in the Hall of Punishment, it won't be a matter of whether you want to maintain your dignity or not.

It's whether Wu Ping is willing to give you the opportunity to maintain your dignity.

Long Ming's face darkened.

He felt somewhat resentful in his heart.

But when he thought about the information on the Shaozun Ranking and looked at the divine Ba Hui coiling around Wu Ping's body, he realized that he might not even be able to defeat this snake.

As for bringing up Lu Song from the Heavenly Demon Peak?

Long Ming wasn't stupid. How could he not see that Wu Ping didn't care about that person at all?

The number 15 here, the Heavenly Demon's Twelve Pillars, were useless.

Helplessly sighing, he transmitted his voice: "What I have stored in my storage bag is an ancient divine painting."

Wu Ping reached out his hand: "May I have a look?"

Long Ming didn't know what to say. This person was quite polite.

He actually asked if he could.

Could he even say no?

He could only take out the scroll from the storage bag.

There was nothing special about it.

Wu Ping took the scroll, just as he opened it, the power of the Laws of the Sun spilled out.

It had no attacking power, but it triggered the power of the laws within Wu Ping's body and caused a tremor in the Yellow Springs Road.

He captured this subtle tremor.

He unfurled the scroll.

Two figures, one black and one white, were vividly depicted on the scroll, without faces.

The only distinguishing feature was the hats worn by these two figures. The white hat had the words "One Look, Wealth Creation," and the black hat had the words "Peace in the World."

Wu Ping only glanced at it.

Immediately, he calmly rolled up the scroll and put it back into the tube, then threw it into the Feitou Man.

Seeing Wu Ping's actions, Long Ming was about to say something when his hand was instantly held down.

He heard a hint of laughter mixed in with the words: "Long Ming, right?"

Long Ming: "Ah? Yes, this god..."

Wu Ping interrupted: "It doesn't matter, there's something very important now that I need to tell you."

"What is it?"

"You are fortunate."

Long Ming was confused: "I am fortunate? What fortune do I have?"

There was one thing he didn't say: Forget about fortune, meeting you is the biggest misfortune of my year.

Wu Ping continued: "Come on, tell me, what business do you have with Lu Song? Murder, arson, seizing power, whatever he can do, I can do for you too. And if there's something he can't do for you, I can still do it. If it's about making friends, I believe that I, as a friend, am definitely more valuable and worth your acquaintance than him."

"But..."

"Hey! There's no 'but'."

Wu Ping's gaze fell on the siblings: "You must be from the Flood Dragon clan of Blackwater Pool, right?"

Long Ming nodded.

"That's right, dealing with the Flood Dragon, I'm the most experienced."

Wu Ping said with a smile.

"Do you have any friends from the Jiao clan?"

The little girl hiding behind Long Ming, with two cute little horns on her forehead, timidly asked.

Wu Ping: "Of course."

"Yue Ji, Yan Jiao, come out and greet our new friend."

As Wu Ping spoke, the pendants hanging from his earlobes suddenly transformed into streams of green and red light.

In an instant, the situation changed dramatically.

The world changed colors.

Two Flood Dragons, each nearly a hundred thousand meters long, roared in the sky, their divine patterns shining.

These were the results of Wu Ping's daily cultivation and nourishment through merits and spiritual essence in the apocalyptic world for a hundred days.

Of course, they still couldn't compare to Ba Hui.

The two Flood Dragon divine breeds stood above Wu Ping's head, their gaze falling downward.

An overwhelming sense of oppression was evident.

"See, even my beast companions are Flood Dragons. No one understands Flood Dragons better than me."

Wu Ping's tone was very calm.

But others were deeply shocked by it.

Among them, Long Ming and Long Kui, the siblings, had the deepest understanding, after all, they were also Flood Dragons.

A strong sense of oppression swept over them.

Long Ming protected his sister behind him, his heart trembling: It's two more original divine seeds!!!

The ranking on the Young Lord List is inaccurate!

What exactly is the situation with Wu Ping? How can he have so many good things on him!

A Dragon Transformation cultivator already has three original divine seeds on him. How can someone of the same level fight against him?

No, even after the disaster, it's completely impossible to fight against him.

No need for other means, just these two original divine seeds alone...

Saying that, Long Ming glanced at the pendant on Wu Ping's body and Ba Hui, who was dozing off on his shoulder.

This is even more terrifying...

"You Ji, Yan Jiao, come back, don't scare our new friend."

The two Flood Dragons circled in the sky for a moment, then transformed into flowing light and flew back to Wu Ping's ears, becoming two pendants, quietly hanging there.

Now Long Ming didn't know what to say anymore, saying anything more would be disrespectful.

"This divine scroll is prepared for Lu Song by me. He comprehends the law of life and death. One is to befriend him, and the other is to ask for his help."

Snap.

Wu Ping instantly held Long Ming's hand. "We are friends from now on. Friends' matters are my matters. Tell me, how can I help? Who do you want to kill? Even if you want to kill my master Ouyang Zhongmo, we can discuss it."

This scared Long Ming. He quickly waved his hand. "No, no, no."

"I was just joking, don't be afraid."

Long Ming let out a sigh of relief.

How can I not be afraid?

In the territory of the Seven Blood Sect, you're talking about killing Ouyang Zhongmo, or your own master...

"I want him to help me seize the Dragon Wall."

Thoughts surged in Wu Ping's mind, and he quickly found information about this Dragon Wall.

Recorded in the Chronicles of Strange Tales in the Southern Territory Demon Country.

In the territory of the Flood Dragon clan in the Southern Territory Demon Country, there is a Dragon Wall that stretches for millions of miles. Currently, there are ten branches of the Flood Dragon clan in the Southern Territory Demon Country, and the Blackwater Pool is one of them.

Every three hundred years, the Flood Dragon clan holds the Dragon Wall ceremony.

Each younger generation from each family competes in the event, with no restrictions on cultivation level and an age limit of six hundred years.

Regarding this, Wu Ping couldn't help but complain in his heart. Six hundred years old for the younger generation, they're practically immortal.

But for the Beast Race, time is a vague concept. One year for the Beast Race is equivalent to ten years for humans.

So, in human terms, it's only sixty years.

At the start of the Dragon Wall ceremony, each family will use their previous Dragon Wall area and divide it among the younger generation in their family. Whether they defend or seize the territory is up to the younger generation's preference.

For example, if this Dragon Inscription's territory is ten, and he seizes the Dragon Wall of another Flood Dragon clan and defends it until the end, then the Flood Dragon clan whose territory was seized will have to pay tribute to them.

It's basically a way to seize territory like this.

And the most crucial aspect of the Dragon Wall competition is related to the Flood Dragon clan's luck.

This is something that Wu Ping is quite interested in.

Moreover, at the Dragon Wall ceremony, the more Dragon Walls one seizes, the more attention they will receive from their clan.

This is somewhat similar to the previous situation where Wu Ping helped the third prince of the Chuangyang Dynasty compete for the position of crown prince.

He smiled and said, "If you were to ask someone else for this kind of thing, it might not be so easy, but if you ask me, I will definitely handle it for you. After all, practice makes perfect. Rest assured, I am experienced."

Hearing Wu Ping say this, Long Ming felt a bit surprised.

Compared to inviting Lu Song, if it's really possible, he would definitely prefer to invite Wu Ping!

After all, his strength and identity are there for everyone to see.

He was about to speak when Wu Ping interrupted, saying, "This is not the place to talk. Come with me to the Punishment Hall, and we can chat over some tea. Take your time."

The Punishment Hall...

Long Ming was once again silenced by Wu Ping.

He really couldn't be sure if he would be able to leave once he entered.

But thinking about many things buried deep in his heart, he ultimately gritted his teeth and nodded.

"Good! Then I will obey!"

"Not bad, it seems you are well-read. I like to converse with people who have read books."

With Long Ming and Long Kui, the two siblings, Wu Ping flew away.

As for Tang Jinghuan, who remained in place...

Still unable to escape the fate of being pierced by the pipa bone, Wu Ping did not let him off the hook.

If he doesn't establish his authority, he might think that his Immortal Banishment City can be overrun by any stray cat or dog.

In the Hall of Punishments.

Wu Ping walked all the way.

Many disciples bowed to him.

Wu Qi and Tie Chousheng rushed out.

"Brother Wu, Martial Master."

"Oh, Brother Martial Master, you still know how to call someone a senior brother. How have you been recently, Junior Brother Wu?"

Wu Ping said sarcastically.

Wu Qi was speechless.

"Wu Ping, don't come back and cause trouble, okay?"

"Hahaha, weren't you the one who caused trouble first?"

Wu Ping looked at the two of them seriously: "Not bad, one at the third level of the Spirit Palace, and one at the first level of the Spirit Palace. Have you two been taking drugs?"

If there were question marks popping up above people's heads in real life.

The two of them would definitely be covered in question marks.

At the beginning, Wu Ping's cultivation level was lower than theirs, but now he has reached Dragon Transformation and even made it to the top three of the Shaozun List.

And now he's turning around and saying that they're the ones taking drugs?

Wu Qi: "You're good at pretending."

"Hahaha, you're good at talking, you stole all my good words."

Wu Ping joked.

This sentence was said by him

when he met Wu Qi at the mouth of the volcano.

"By the way, where's Lin Wanli? He's been missing for days. I'm going to deduct his salary!!"

Wu Qi was used to always hearing new words from Wu Ping.

He replied, "He's still in seclusion, trying to break through to Dragon Transformation. He asked us to pass on a message to you, saying that he'll protect you when he comes out of seclusion."

"Hahaha, oh my, I can't take it anymore, my stomach hurts. Before, I called him the Law Protector, but when he comes out of seclusion, I'll make him see who the real king is."

He said as he walked inside.

Sitting in the hall of punishment,

After seating Long Ming and his two siblings,

Watching the maid bring in the tea,

Wu Ping spoke, "Put that down, we have distinguished guests today. How can we drink this? Try mine instead. You two should drink more, it's been stored for so long that I almost forgot about it."

As he spoke, he took out a jade jar from the barbarian's head.

And brought out a set of tea utensils.

As soon as the jade jar was opened, the entire hall was instantly filled with fragrance.

Among those present, Long Ming, who had the most discerning eye, widened his eyes and exclaimed, "Wu Shan Yu Jian!!!"

Wu Ping turned his head and said, "I don't actually know what this thing is called. I got it by the pound from my master. Is it famous?"

Long Ming was a little dumbfounded, marveling at Ouyang Zhongmo's generosity, and said, "Not only is it famous, this tea is only produced in the foggy mountains of the Central Land. It has the effect of enhancing one's cultivation and the taste is exquisite. Even my father, for a hundred years, couldn't obtain half a pound..."

He trailed off, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Well, it is indeed good. Come, come, let's all try it. When I took a sip back then, I did break through a level and the taste is truly amazing. It's better than any tea I've ever had."

As Wu Ping spoke, he distributed the tea to everyone.

Each person took a cup for themselves.

When they drank it, a continuous rumbling sound filled the air. Wu Qi's voice echoed three times, and Tie Chousheng's was even more exaggerated with four echoes. Long Ming only had one echo, and as for Long Kui next to him,

She got drunk.

She lay there snoring loudly.

"The taste is indeed extraordinary. The only tea in the world that can compare to it is the Enlightenment Tea from the Liangyi Mountains, nurtured day and night by talent and inspiration..."

Long Ming was dumbfounded.

He saw something!!!

Wu Ping actually took out a large box.

The air around it was filled with talent and inspiration, and there were three large characters written in iron and silver hooks: Enlightenment Tea.

"Is this what you're talking about? When I was leaving the Liangyi Mountains, Shuzhou Yusei gave it to me and told me to take it back and try it. I haven't had it yet."

What does it mean to be rich and powerful?

This is what it means to be rich and powerful.

Long Ming didn't know what to say. Everyone says Wu Ping is a treasure, and now I see it for myself today. Wu Ping, this is simply a moving treasure trove.

"I can't use it, I can't use it, Fellow Daoist Wu, this precious Wu Ping, I can't afford to drink it," Long Ming said.

"You're thinking too much. I haven't even tasted it yet. Let's just take a look," Wu Ping replied, taking back the Enlightenment Tea.

Long Ming felt a bit embarrassed.

Wu Ping continued, "We've had the tea, we've had the small talk. It's time for the formal part. I can help you snatch the Dragon Wall, and I guarantee we won't get too little. I can even help you kill people, but..."

"But what?" Long Ming asked eagerly.

Wu Ping took a sip of tea and said slowly, "You have to tell me where you got that divine diagram of yours, and if there's anything else. Let me make it clear upfront, don't try to deceive me. I have ways to see through your lies. If you lie to me even once today, I still have ways to torture you."

As he spoke, Wu Ping's flying head at his waist opened its big mouth. A person, who looked miserable and was impaled on a wolf-toothed club, flew out. The person's body was rotten and infested with maggots. However, based on his appearance, Long Ming instantly recognized him as Wen Dao Sheng, the eleventh ranked genius of the Seeking Dao Sect.

"Kill me, kill me, kill me!!!" Wen Dao Sheng pleaded.

"Please, Wu Ping, kill me, kill me. I can't take it anymore," he begged.

The flying head closed its mouth and sucked Wen Dao Sheng back in.

"How annoying. Can you believe it or not, there are people in this world who would rather die than live? I feed him well every day, I treat him so well, why would he think like that?" Wu Ping said calmly, while filling Long Ming's empty teacup with hot water. But when Long Ming held the cup, he felt a chilling sensation.

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