area51novel [136] Trapping And Killing Thousands Of Monks, How Could This Demonic Cultivator Have Meritorious De
[136] Trapping And Killing Thousands Of Monks, How Could This Demonic Cultivator Have Meritorious De
How many spirit stones is this?
Everyone was shocked when they heard that it was Wu Ping.
Although Wu Ping's cultivation level is not high, his combat power is outstanding.
He is still young and extremely arrogant.
How could he end up like this?
Not only did he lose his divine seed, but he also lost an arm?
Wu Ping leaned against the wall and laughed hard: "Hahaha, I'm out, I'm out, Han Luo!! You can't kill me!!"
Everyone listened.
Han Luo from the Wàng Dào Sect?
That's right!
Ordinary geniuses would never be able to defeat Wu Ping!
But Han Luo is not an ordinary person.
He is a genius of the Wàng Dào Sect and a sword cultivator!
Looking at the remaining Sword Intent on Wu Ping's body, no one doubted that he had fought a great battle with Han Luo.
But this also made everyone curious.
The Wàng Dào Sect and the Seven Blood Sect are archenemies!
Han Luo should have chased after him.
Could it be that he was stopped by something?
The Wàng Dào Sect and the Seven Blood Sect are enemies, so does that mean the Qí Tiān Battle Manor and Wu Ping have no grudges?
Their disciples died at the hands of Wu Ping.
A young man from the Qí Tiān Battle Manor walked up and asked the doubts of everyone present: "Wu Ping, why didn't Han Luo chase after you?"
Wu Ping sneered with a pale face: "Why? It's because we were fighting over spirit marrow."
Spirit marrow!?
Everyone was moved.
Perhaps secret techniques, Law Treasures, and cultivation techniques are like the dishes, meat, fine wine, and delicacies on an ordinary person's dining table when compared.
But people need to eat.
Spiritual energy is the food.
If there is a large amount of spirit marrow support, one's cultivation level will increase rapidly!
Someone asked with some interest: "How much is there?"
"There is a mountain, so much."
After Wu Ping finished speaking, he was about to leave.
Someone blocked his way.
"What's going on?"
Someone spoke up: "What's going on! You stay here for now. After we obtain the essence of the spirit, we'll settle the score with you slowly. With your heavily injured body, do you still want to fight against us?"
Wu Ping's face turned dark.
He remained silent.
The leader of the Qitian Battle Mansion, Dragon Transformation Ninth Level, said to the two disciples beside him, "Keep an eye on him!"
Then, without looking back, he plunged into the gate where Wu Ping had fallen.
Seeing this, the others followed suit.
Inside, there was even a mountain's worth of essence.
At that moment, they couldn't care about anything else and rushed into the gate directly.
It was like flowing light falling into a black hole.
In the end, within the entire bronze hall, only Wu Ping and two Qitian Battle Mansion disciples with unpleasant expressions were left.
Sigh... I also want to fight for the essence.
"Why do we have to stay here and watch this useless person?"
"How about we kill him and then go in?"
"Are you crazy? Aren't you afraid of being held accountable later?"
"What's there to be afraid of? Just say that someone is coming from behind, and we can only retreat because we can't defeat them."
"That... doesn't seem right."
"What's wrong with it? Aren't you tempted by so much essence? Even if we can only grab a hundred pieces, ten pieces will still be our good fortune!"
While the two were discussing, they both turned their heads to look at Wu Ping.
Little did they know that he had already abandoned his previous weak and feeble appearance.
He stood calmly behind the two.
One of them was startled: "You... how did you get up? Sit back down!"
Cough...
A fair and powerful hand grabbed his neck and lifted him up.
"Only at the Dragon Transformation Second Level, and you dare to shout at me?"
With the surge of spiritual energy in his body, the person in Wu Ping's hand instantly exploded and died.
The people nearby wanted to come forward.
But a strong and overwhelming aura directly suppressed them.
Unable to move on the spot.
Wu Ping reached out and stroked his head, and the powerful power of his divine soul consciousness invaded it, causing turmoil in the sea of consciousness of this first-level Dragon Transformation cultivator.
After a long time.
Wu Ping stood up.
Looking down again, there was a body lying on the ground, bleeding from seven orifices.
Those were all so-called righteous sects, and of course they couldn't use this soul-searching technique in front of everyone.
But Wu Ping was a demonic cultivator, and he didn't care about that.
He had already figured out the people who entered the Black Sea from the Bronze Hall.
And he also knew in detail what they had obtained, such as Venerable Weapons, Dao Weapons, Law Treasures, and so on.
But Wu Ping didn't care about those things.
Perhaps not many people would have two top-grade Spiritual Treasures like him with their Dragon Transformation cultivation in the future.
But they would be great for exchanging for money in the future.
His figure leaped up.
Wu Ping rushed towards the gate.
As expected.
He was bounced back and stood in mid-air.
"It seems that leaving a backhand is the right thing to do. I really can't let myself enter for the second time..." Wu Ping said.
His figure stood in mid-air and kept crumbling and disintegrating, and soon turned into ashes and dissipated.
Inside the Black Sea world.
More than seven thousand cultivators were bewitched by the big drum, losing their minds.
Compared to before Wu Ping left, the battlefield here was in chaos.
Among them, powerful monsters composed of black mist were rampant on the Black Sea battlefield.
Among them, there were more than twenty monsters with the ninth level of Dragon Transformation, as well as two black monsters with Calamity-level strength.
Ba Hui held the flying head barbarian and hid in a corner with his spider-like arm.
Suddenly.
His arm trembled.
Countless flesh buds grew.
Meridians first, followed by bones, and a visible speed constructed a human skeleton standing.
Flesh and organs began to generate out of thin air.
Before long, Wu Ping stood naked on the Black Sea.
Perfect figure, smooth and delicate skin that could be pinched to produce water.
Long hair flying behind.
Stretched his muscles.
Wu Ping couldn't help but say, "It feels good to have two hands."
Looking at the battlefield ahead, scanning with a glance.
Calculated in his heart.
"Is it exceeding the limit............"
The number of monsters before was more than twenty times that of cultivators.
But now, after calculation.
Not enough.
Wu Ping speculated that these might be all the assets of the Taishan King.
But for Wu Ping, it was enough!
And it was a windfall.
Took out clothes from the Flying Barbarian and put them on.
Ba Hui flew onto his shoulder and kept rubbing Wu Ping's neck with his head.
"Alright, alright, I'm back now, it's our turn to take the stage."
Stepped up into the sky.
Compared to the cultivators below who had lost their sanity, Wu Ping was extremely clear-headed.
Above the vast Black Sea.
Wu Ping stood tall.
Continuously manipulating his spells in his hands.
Kill them one by one?
Too slow.
It's not his style. If he wants to kill, he'll attack indiscriminately, whether it's humans or monsters!
Strange sounds of waves hitting the empty Black Sea came from above.
A strange smell permeated the entire battlefield.
Crash......
An anomaly appeared, the waves in the sky were towering, and the souls were scattered, constantly howling.
The Forgotten River, which bordered the Soul Sea in his body, appeared.
Perhaps sensing the approach of death, or perhaps the terror of the Forgotten River, the birdman next to the big drum, whose combat power had reached the Calamity Realm, noticed Wu Ping in the air.
The Forgotten River rolled behind him.
A hint of terrifying humanity flashed in its eyes.
"Roar!!!"
Wu Ping thought these silent monsters would never make a sound, but they let out a roar.
With black mist swirling around its hands, a pair of drum hammers appeared in the birdman's hands, and the hammers smashed down on the drumheads simultaneously.
The drum sound, filled with ear-piercing noise, created visible waves that attacked Wu Ping.
Attempting to drag him into the abyss of desire.
The Demonic Tree within Wu Ping seemed to be provoked.
It trembled slightly.
In an instant, golden light burst forth, illuminating the entire black sea.
Any black mist monsters that were illuminated instantly dissipated.
Even the birdman with Calamity-level strength could not escape dispersal.
Only the essence of the black sea was left scattered on the ground.
The monsters died, the drum sound stopped, and the cultivators who had lost their sanity regained their clarity one by one.
"Where am I?"
"Ouch... it hurts..."
"What's going on?"
Feeling the golden light shining on their bodies, some people looked up at the sky as if a holy relic had descended, as if a divine being had appeared.
On top of that golden source, there was actually a figure.
His appearance was clearly visible.
He hadn't even shouted Wu Ping's name yet.
Excitedly, he said, "So many essences! Hahaha! What is this place? There are so many essences!"
"I did it, I did it! Hahaha! So many essences!"
But the essences attracted those who were ignorant.
The knowledgeable disciples of the major sects recognized the golden light of merit.
"Merit... Merit!!!?"
"This is the golden light of merit!"
"Isn't that Wu Ping? Why does he have the golden light of merit? What is this place?"
"A demonic cultivator from the Seven Blood Sect, how can he have such a strong merit?"
"It's impossible, absolutely impossible. It's been so many years since anyone has obtained merit. How can a demonic cultivator from the Seven Blood Sect obtain merit?"
"What is this place? This must be fake, fake!"
As everyone went crazy,
Wu Ping's ethereal voice rang out from above.
"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to hell."
At this moment.
The River of Forgetfulness burst behind him.
The eerie souls carried by the river water rushed down, sweeping everything away.
The group of cultivators were instantly devoured by the River of Forgetfulness, their flesh and blood washed away in the river water.
Their souls forever trapped in the River of Forgetfulness.
Transformed into vengeful spirits and evil ghosts, as long as Wu Ping doesn't die, they will spend their entire lives without any consciousness in the River of Forgetfulness, being gnawed and killed by the zombies among them.
A large array covered this area, flickering with black divine patterns.
The overpowering suppression force rendered these people unable to use any secret techniques, Law Treasures, or means of escaping with their true spirits.
This is the marvelous combination of the Ksitigarbha's Oceanic Town Scripture and the River of Forgetfulness Underworld Immortal Slaughtering Array.
One main suppression, countless killings and dissolutions.
Although they do have a large number of people.
But previously, these people had no consciousness.
They practically allowed Wu Ping to set up his schemes on the battlefield.
How could they resist the power of two terrifying secret techniques?
Swept away by the River of Forgetfulness.
Countless cultivators roared but struggled in vain.
As their time of death approached, they vented their greatest resentment towards Wu Ping with their mouths as their knives.
"Evil demon!! Evil demon!!! You evil demon!!"
"Hahaha, a demonic cultivator with great merits, you evil demon have great opportunities, one day you will be soul-stripped and skinned, your fate will be even worse than ours!!"
"Why, why does a demonic cultivator have merits?"
"Why, why did I discover this earth-shattering secret, only to die today, never to be reincarnated!"
"As long as I spread the news, the entire Immortal Cultivation World will have no place for you to hide, you evil demon will become a plaything for the rest of your life, hahaha!"
"Even though I die, I still curse you, Wu Ping, your future will be a hundred times worse than ours!"
"So many cultivators died tragically, you can't escape, you can't escape!!"
"It's an illusion, all of this is an illusion, how can a demonic cultivator have merits? I, as a member of the righteous and upright Dao Sect, dedicated to eliminating demons and monsters for the benefit of the world, have no merits, you evil cultivator cannot possibly have merits."
"It hurts, it hurts so much!!!"
Wu Ping looked at the bodies rapidly dissolving in the River of Forgetfulness.
His gaze was calm.
Yes, just for the secret of my merits, I cannot let you all leave this Mount Tai King's Tomb alive.
Still want to betray me?
The ramblings of a madman.
Death in the River of Oblivion, merging with the River of Oblivion, everything returns to nothingness, dust to dust, soil to soil.
Wu Ping raised his hand.
The beast skin drum flew towards him.
After carefully examining it, he discovered a small hole beneath the drum's body.
Using his spiritual energy to investigate, he found nothing inside.
However, it gave him a familiar feeling.
For a moment, Wu Ping couldn't remember where he had felt this before.
It wasn't until he saw the busy Jizo ghost fires on the riverbank that he suddenly realized!
This was the aura of the Jizo ghost fires.
With a wave of his hand, the Jizo ghost fire, in the form of a flaming sun, appeared in his hand.
He had almost forgotten about this thing.
Compared to the techniques and methods Wu Ping knew, what was more powerful than the Jizo ghost fire?
He had once thought that this thing was useless.
Now he understood that the possessions of powerful beings like the Jizo Bodhisattva couldn't possibly be worthless.
The Jizo ghost fire entered the beast skin drum.
The drum in Wu Ping's hand turned into a puddle of liquid.
"Again?"
At the same time, information about this thing appeared in Wu Ping's mind.
Compared to the Heavenly Spider Ape Hand and the Buddha Beating Whip, which were both top Spiritual Treasures, the thing in his hand now was a true Acquired Spiritual Treasure!
It was the companion item of the Jizo Bodhisattva from back then.
The Three Foolish Aspirations.
One foolishness for the drum, two foolishnesses for the zither, three foolishnesses for the flute.
They all had the effect of arousing desires, causing people to lose themselves in desire. No matter what desire it was, the sound of the Three Foolish Aspirations could even stir the trembling of an enemy's flesh and blood spiritual power and will, causing them to explode and die.
When combined with the Jizo ghost fire, its power could be maximized, directly igniting a sea of fire, burning everything.
Wu Ping also saw some scenes.
It was a battlefield surrounded by countless stars.
A monk in a black robe stood on top of a mountain, continuously striking the drum in front of him.
Stars shattered, galaxies broke apart, and boundless black flames erupted, covering the entire world.
As for what happened afterwards, Wu Ping didn't know.
The scene ends here.
"Indeed, with my luck, I shouldn't have only acquired 1.3 Spiritual Essences."
Under the rolling of the Three Foolish Wishes in his hand, it transformed into a beautiful black flute.
Wu Ping placed it near his mouth and blew softly.
He couldn't wait to try the effect of this Acquired Spiritual Treasure.
Wu~~
The ethereal sound of the flute drifted away.
Suddenly, the bottom of the flute caught fire.
It dispersed on the spot, and waves of fire swept across the heavens and earth.
The entire Black Sea space turned into a world inhabited by the Ghost Fire of Ksitigarbha.
"Hahaha, what a treasure, what a treasure!!!"
"With the Buddha Whip, the Heavenly Spider Turtle Hand, and the wide-range attack of this Foolish Wishes Flute, combined with the terrifying Netherworld Cloud Map, I am a summoner, a mage, and a warrior."
Wu Ping was very happy!
Not to mention the terrifying power of the Three Foolish Wishes, it was also handsome!
Imagining himself sitting on the shoulder of the Blood Ring Star, with ripples all around, countless monsters derived from the suppression of zombies on the Dragon Gate of Merit emerged. Finally, with a blow of the flute, the sea of fire swept through, and the River of Forgetfulness Underworld Immortal Slaughtering Array ended.
All were ultimate moves!
Invincible group attacks!
In one-on-one battles, he was simply the source of despair for others.
Wherever he was, it was a battlefield of despair, a chaotic demonic land.
But even facing a thousand troops and ten thousand horses, a million elite soldiers...
As for close combat?
Sorry, that was just a pastime when bored.
In the future, when we meet, I'll start with a superior move to show respect.
Not to mention being in the same realm as Dragon Transformation, even if it's Calamity, they don't have the configuration that Wu Ping has now, with all top-notch equipment and skills.
Just as he was about to fasten the Foolish Wishes Flute to his waist, Wu Ping realized that his belt seemed a bit unsightly.
He pulled Ba Hui's body over and wrapped it around his waist.
What kind of belt looks cool with the body of a first-generation divine seed?
He directly used it as a belt and put the Foolish Wishes Flute in first.
After collecting the spoils of war, over a hundred thousand Spiritual Essences went into his waist pouch. Wu Ping couldn't wait to find a place to show off his superior move and pay his respects.
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