area51novel [135] Let The Monks Experience The Terror Of Zombies. I Have Merit, But It Is Ineffective For Me (Pl
[135] Let The Monks Experience The Terror Of Zombies. I Have Merit, But It Is Ineffective For Me (Pl
The person's body constantly emitted a force of resistance, but unfortunately, his cultivation level was not enough to break free from the suppression of the Earth Treasury Town Sea Scripture.
Suddenly, a flash of sword light appeared.
Sword Intent surged forward.
A sharp sword energy swept over.
Wu Ping slightly dodged to the side.
He swung the corpse in his hand.
Another sword light emerged, instantly splitting the corpse in half.
Amidst the splattering blood, a long sword and a green robe appeared in the field of vision.
"Are you prepared to die, disciple of the Forgotten Dao Sect?"
Forgotten Dao Sect?
A playful expression appeared on Wu Ping's face.
The Forgotten Dao Sect is known for being the loudest in advocating for the eradication of demons and upholding the righteous path.
Moreover, they are the mortal enemies of the Seven Blood Sect.
Wu Ping took out his own token and hung it around his waist.
"How coincidental, I am from the Seven Blood Sect. Come, let me see the methods of your Forgotten Dao Sect."
Wu Ping beckoned with his finger.
The man's face, originally filled with anger, instantly turned furious.
"Seven Blood thief, die!!!"
With this, he swung his long sword repeatedly, and Sword Intent weaved into a net in front of him, overwhelming Wu Ping.
The identity of the person before his eyes was beyond doubt.
A sword cultivator.
The most powerful cultivator in the Immortal Cultivation World in terms of killing power!
Coupled with the cultivation level of Dragon Transformation at the eighth stage.
It was almost impossible for anyone to believe that Wu Ping could win against the person in front of him.
That's right.
Many people recognized Wu Ping's identity.
But so what?
Why should they speak up and remind the people of the Forgotten Dao Sect that this was Wu Ping?
Their lack of information was their own problem.
The sword net descended.
The crowd had imagined countless methods that Wu Ping could use, but they never expected that he would simply reach out with one hand.
Those fair hands, they are like the most solid Law Weapon in the world.
He grabbed the sword net and tore it fiercely.
Ripples spread in the space behind him.
The dense sound of chain collisions sounded, as if some monster was about to burst out of it.
The next moment.
The monster didn't see it, but they saw a strange axe with a huge eyeball coming out of the rippling space.
The zombies suppressed on the Dragon Gate.
Not only can it be used as a secret technique, but it can also be used in battle.
Han Luo obviously didn't expect that Wu Ping would actually break his sword net barehanded.
And he never expected.
The demonic cultivator from the Seven Blood Sect in front of him would have such a strange technique.
He raised his sword and slashed.
The Blood Flesh Demon Gate fell in front of him, firmly blocking his attack.
But the strange axe with eyes was able to pass through the surface like water, passing through the Blood Flesh Demon Gate, and smashing onto the sword that Han Luo used to defend himself.
The tremendous force directly caused him to lose control of his body and fly out.
"Han Senior Brother, be careful."
A disciple from the Dao Sect shouted as a reminder.
Han Luo's eyes narrowed.
Wu Ping's figure appeared behind him at some point.
He raised his hand.
The tip of the sword gathered a ball of light: "Goodbye, genius of the Dao Sect."
Black Shatter Soul Break.
Boom!
A beam of light was released from Wu Ping's fingertips, completely enveloping Han Luo's entire body.
Flesh, soul, quickly dissolved and dissipated within it, leaving only bones, nothing left.
As long as Wu Ping wanted, he could release the activated Terrifying Torture Cloud Map technique in any way he pleased.
Why did he let the Cataclysm Shatter appear earlier? Isn't it because it's cool?
Being cool is a lifelong thing. Isn't it cool to have monsters appear behind you and release skills?
Letting others think he is a summoner, a cultivator who plays with strange monsters and divine seeds, and wanting to possess him, but after great effort and hardship, they finally possess him and realize that.
This demonic cultivator's physical body is more terrifying than his cultivation.
What is called a surprise, this is called a surprise.
Did Han Luo die?
Did the genius of the inner door of the Dao Sect really die like this?
Has Wu Ping become so strong?
Wu Ping turned around: "Alright, everyone, the biggest thorn has been removed. Come on, listen to my command and charge forward. Time waits for no one, we need to speed up our pace. Let me make it clear, we will use the elimination system. Whoever is last will die."
Everyone was shocked.
Thump, thump, thump...
In the rippling void.
A huge humanoid monster with giant axes for hands emerged, a terrifying creature they had never seen before.
Just its appearance alone was oppressive.
Wu Ping leaped up and sat on the shoulder of the Blood Ring Star.
Only then did everyone react.
The giant axe from earlier was swung by this monster.
Run!!!
Everyone rushed towards the depths of the dark sea like dogs without a home.
Wu Ping sat on the Blood Ring Star.
He picked up a wine jug and took a sip.
"Number 324 on the left, you started too slowly."
The Blood Ring Star swung its arm, and the one-eyed giant axe fell, instantly cutting the person in half.
The Blood Ring Star opened its mouth and sucked the body into its mouth, making a crunching sound.
Although this zombie-like Blood Ring Star had been cleansed and nurtured by spiritual energy, fundamentally, it was still a zombie monster.
Human flesh and blood had a fatal attraction to it.
Flesh and blood filled with spiritual energy were even more enticing to its taste buds.
This made the big dumb guy roar towards the sky.
Wu Ping raised the Buddha's Whip and whipped it, knocking off several sharp teeth from the Blood Ring Star.
"Keep it down, you're bothering me."
"Roar~" (towards the one who spoke softly)
The cultivators below started running forward recklessly.
The Blood Ring Star chased after them from behind.
Compared to the dangers in the Taishan King's tomb, this unseen terrifying monster was their death sentence.
As for the owner of the monster on their shoulder.
That was the nightmare they would never forget in their lives.
Comparing with other demonic cultivators I've seen before,
This is the true demonic cultivator!!!
To actually be able to raise such terrifying monsters and control them freely.
What zombies, what vengeful spirits, what demonic beasts!?
In terms of appearance alone, these things are weak.
With their explosive and eerie image, even the evil gods worshipped by those heretical cults cannot produce such creatures. Hands like axes, flesh and blood connected, exposed tendons attached to them, constantly pulsating.
Two blood-red eyes, each falling on a giant axe.
No eyes on the face, smooth as the sun and moon.
And yet, humanoid.
At this moment, these people understand what is called the "horror valley effect".
But in Wu Ping's eyes, this blood ring star is still quite cool.
Who made him a transmigrator? He has experienced various film and television works before.
Having a bunch of eyes that are good at discovering beauty.
Wu Ping has decided to capture more monsters from the "Cloud Atlas of Terror and Torture" in the future.
Change mounts every time they appear.
Being cool is a lifelong thing.
With wine in his belly, Wu Ping's voice, as if the King of Hell was calling the roll, sounded: "Number 123 in front, you're running too slow, sorry, eliminated."
The blood ring star let out a faint roar.
Another axe fell.
Having immense power, it was also incredibly fast.
A cultivator at the eighth level of the Dragon Gate died instantly.
Transformed into food for the blood ring star.
After eliminating nearly a hundred cultivators in succession, Wu Ping became somewhat puzzled: "This doesn't seem right. According to my luck as someone who carries merit, there should be good things, but why have I been running for so long and haven't seen a single thing?"
Just as this thought arose,
The black sea instantly churned.
A black line appeared on Wu Ping's forehead: "Sure enough, I really shouldn't jinx it at a critical moment."
Under the towering waves of the black sea, everyone stopped.
Wu Ping didn't rush either.
When the sea calmed down,
On the surface of the sea, strange beasts and humans composed of black mist appeared one after another.
At the back, a monster with a human body, bird wings on its back, and a bird head stood beside a large animal skin drum.
Dong!
Under the sound of the big drum.
The monsters on the surface of the Black Sea emitted a bright light from their bodies.
Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be pieces of spiritual marrow!!!
Almost every monster's body was embedded with a piece of spiritual marrow.
How many monsters are there here?
Tens of thousands?
Wu Ping put down the wine jug.
He knew that his opportunity had come!
What does he lack?
Techniques? Law Treasures? No, no, no, he lacks spiritual marrow and spiritual stones.
The beast skin drum sounded again.
The cultivators below seemed to forget about Wu Ping's terror at this moment.
Their faces were excited one by one: "So much spiritual marrow, so much spiritual marrow!"
"If we have these spiritual marrows, my Dragon Transformation will have hope, Calamity can be overcome, and Three Flowers will be within reach, hahaha!"
"Spiritual marrow, spiritual marrow, one hundred thousand spiritual marrows, we have entered the treasure trove of spiritual marrows in the Tai Mountain Royal Treasury, we've struck it rich!!"
"No one is allowed to snatch from me, the spiritual marrow is mine, the spiritual marrow is mine, kill, kill, kill to snatch the spiritual marrow!!"
"Get out of the way, don't block my path, these spiritual marrows are all mine."
For a while, these cultivators rushed towards the legion of monsters on the surface of the Black Sea as if they had gone mad.
They even mercilessly killed their fellow disciples on the way without hesitation.
Wu Ping, on the other hand, had no reaction.
He could also guess: "There's something wrong with that drum sound!"
"It should be able to stimulate the deepest desires in people's hearts.
After all, the temptation of so many spiritual marrows is not something an ordinary person can resist.
A middle-grade spiritual vein can produce up to one hundred pieces of spiritual marrow.
How many middle-grade spiritual veins are needed for tens of thousands of spiritual marrows?
Hundreds of middle-grade spiritual veins, ah.
How much money would that be worth?
Wu Ping couldn't quite figure it out.
It's only natural for these people to be tempted.
"But..."
"Why don't I feel anything?"
"Could it be because of merit?"
"Hmm! It must be because of merit."
Wu Ping was certain. For someone who loved money so much, was that really his true nature? It must be his fate. He didn't even have a slight reaction. Most likely it was because of merit, and perhaps partly because of the Demonic Tree.
However, Wu Ping decided to observe first and see the combat power of these monsters before deciding how to proceed.
After three drum beats, the monsters moved.
There was no noisy sound.
A quiet charge.
In the blink of an eye, they clashed with the cultivators.
The great battle began.
Crazed beings, whether human or beast, were exceptionally terrifying.
The cultivators were no exception, each of them being thrown several streets away.
It truly confirmed the saying that darkness amplifies strength threefold, while purification weakens it by three parts.
Blood and flesh flew, blades and swords clashed, spiritual energy fluctuations filled the sky, and the fluctuating divine patterns could be seen everywhere.
The radiance of Law Treasures illuminated the entire dark sea.
Even if they were injured, they seemed unaware of it.
After observing for a long time, Wu Ping finally categorized the combat power of these ghostly things.
...Seeking flowers...0
The monsters on the fifth level had the combat power of the Dragon Gate Realm, thirty percent of the monsters had the combat power below the seventh level of Dragon Transformation, and the remaining two levels had the combat power above the seventh level of Dragon Transformation.
This coincidence couldn't help but make a slight smile appear on Wu Ping's lips.
"Are these monsters generated based on the cultivation level and number of cultivators above the dark sea?"
"Doesn't this mean that the more cultivators there are above the dark sea, the more evolved monsters and spiritual essence there will be..."
Wu Ping's thoughts stirred.
Tens of thousands of spiritual essences, not to mention supporting him to cultivate to the Calamity Realm, would even be enough for the Three Flowers Realm.
But what about afterwards?
Heaven, Earth, and Man, the Three Flowers, also required a large amount of spiritual energy to condense each flower.
Did Wu Ping have to seclude himself like ordinary cultivators?
He couldn't bear it. If he secludes himself for a long time, the world would probably undergo a major change.
Wu Ping, who was accustomed to rapid breakthroughs, admitted that he couldn't endure long periods of seclusion.
Furthermore, there is the Transcending Tribulation Realm.
Attaining perfection in cultivating spiritual energy.
How much spiritual essence is needed?
Do I have to go and dig in the southern mining area, engaging in shady dealings?
That's not realistic.
Asking my master for it, with such a huge consumption, even if Wu Ping's master is Ouyang Zhongmo, he wouldn't be able to handle it.
A large amount of pure spiritual energy!
He needs a large amount of pure spiritual energy.
Now there happens to be this opportunity.
The resources from ancient times are not comparable to the Immortal Cultivation World of today.
It's like the disappearance of species in the river of history experienced in a previous life.
The oil reserves from the end of the world five hundred years ago are different from the oil reserves five hundred years later.
So Wu Ping doesn't know how much spiritual essence the Tai Shan King had accumulated before.
But he wants to do his best to squeeze out the last bit of spiritual essence from the Tai Shan King.
That way, he won't have to worry about spiritual essence in the future.
His gaze moves left and right.
Wu Ping sees the portal behind the bird-headed creature with wings on its back.
"I'll take a gamble. This should be the exit, the kind that can still be returned from. If I can't return, I'll try to commit suicide too!!!"
His face shows a hint of madness.
Wu Ping wants to attract a large number of cultivators to this Black Sea.
As for what he said about suicide.
Of course, it refers to the Bodhi Planting Lotus Heart Demon Body, a technique that hasn't appeared in his sight for a long time and is one of the foundations of Wu Ping's exaggerated combat power.
One of its functions is to borrow flesh and be reborn, fully resurrected with full blood. It's truly a perverse technique.
Wu Ping sighs in his heart.
He raises his hand and forcefully tears off one of his arms.
The pain makes him slightly furrow his brows.
He controls the arm from growing back and slows down the healing of the wound.
Wu Ping hands the severed arm and the flying head to Ba Hui: "Take these things and hide. I'll be back in half a day at most."
A hint of human-like tenderness appears in Ba Hui's eyes.
He lowers his head and rubs against the wound on Wu Ping's arm.
Then he rubs against his face.
Wu Ping used his remaining hand to pat Ba Hui's head and said, "Don't worry, I won't die. Just hide well and don't come out no matter how many people come in later.
If I can come back, I can easily reattach this arm. If I can't step into the Black Sea for the second time, I will destroy my physical body and resurrect using this arm as the foundation.
"I won't suffer any loss, so don't worry about me. My belongings are not to be lost in Feitou Manor."
Ba Hui nodded intelligently, took the Feitou Manor and the arm torn off by Wu Ping, and disappeared into the darkness.
Now that the chessboard has been set up and double insurance has been applied, Wu Ping can set off to invite the chess pieces.
What is the definition of a demonic cultivator?
Cruel and unscrupulous.
Cruel to others, cruel to oneself.
Wu Ping immediately rushed towards the exit.
The speed was completely incomprehensible and imperceptible to the monsters below.
But the bird-headed monster sensed it.
It was about to stop and obstruct.
The black seal in Wu Ping's hand lit up, and he raised his hand to suppress it.
"After I leave, this suppressing force will naturally be released. When someone comes in, you should buy some strength and hit a few more times, hahaha."
After speaking, Wu Ping plunged into the gate.
The scene in front of him changed.
Inside a bronze hall, a fierce battle had just taken place.
Facing thousands of dark gates that concealed the scenery within, thousands of cultivators hesitated and recuperated.
"Which one should we enter among so many entrances?"
"You can enter whichever one you want. Why don't you throw a probe first?"
"Who the hell are you talking about?"
"I'm talking about you. Wasn't it your Qitian Battle Manor that started the fight for treasures?"
"You're talking as if you didn't do the same at Mount Yangjian!"
"Alright, stop arguing. Since everyone has taken what they should, let's take a break. Cultivators should rely on their abilities to speak. Now that this place is empty, we can compete for another treasure location."
"Or we can listen to Senior Zhao's suggestion..."
Before the words could finish, a figure covered in blood fell from one of the thousands of gates.
Someone recognized his identity, "Seven Blood Sect's Wu Ping!"
Wu Ping smiled inwardly as he scanned the thousands of people.
Next, it was his time to perform...
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