The Perverted Evil Cultivator Novels & Stories

He nodded slowly, then laid the tile down next to the others. I looked at it. My unease grew, because it looked like a bullfrog crossed with a man. Oddly enough, it looked like . . . The creature from the Black Lagoon. “The ‘Other’ is Chiao, the Water Demon. According to legend he capsized boats, devoured men, and ravished women. He was . . . different from the Sacred Four.” I cleared my suddenly dry and tight throat. “How?” Mr. Trung tipped his head. “The Four exact a price for attempting to reach the Gateway, but they are sacred, honorable, bearing your essence away to be judged accordingly. Chiao is an Abomination. It consumes your very essence, making you part of it for all eternity.”

His cultivation was destroyed. Boom! Shui Qingrong penetrated the wall and fell into the yard. Without his cultivation, he instantly became gray-haired and was about to die. Seeing that his skin had become wrinkled like a tree bark, Shui Qingrong shouted in horror. He had cultivated it for thousands of years, but his cultivation was destroyed by a move. It was fatal to him. However, he couldn't die now. He had to send the news Chu the Devil would go to the Subterranean Devils Realm quickly.

"The dark souls of those people who died but wanted freedom from the Underworld. Since they were evil, they were condemned to live in there. And never escape." I blinked before looking back at the black stone. It was still completely black. No signs of those grey swirls I had seen before. Maybe I had just been imagining things. "Why would they give this to Persephone?" I clearly knew how this whole thing wasn't even real. But it was never boring to hear such stories from my grandma. "If you touch it, dark spirits from the Underworld follow you. Everywhere." She replied. "They wanted to take revenge from Persephone. The closest thing to Hades."

How hard could that be, huh? Well it turned out to be bloody damn hard! Until I met him. You see, living with those bastards of a keeper was something I'd never imagined myself doing. I was so close into thrusting my dagger into one's throat when the bad-mannered saphead rudely mention that no beast was allowed into the keeper's fortress. Even after Kedar's strange men had pleaded on my behalf, telling him that Lavi was my assigned animal protector. And by strange men, I meant dwarves. Short, ugly, mutilated face like a bag of well chewed caramel. Yes. Those dwarves. But the moment we arrived at the gates of their fortresses, they sprayed something colbalt blue like on their skins and instan

Hearing Caspian's question, the blood-faced scholar's eyes showed a trace of uncontrollable pride. Seeing this scene, Caspian sighed in his heart. Sure enough, he was an evil cultivator with an unstable temperament. In fact, many evil cultivators did not practice evil exercises or magical powers. In the world of cultivators, there were indeed ways to cultivate evil and poisonous, but there were definitely not many methods. Moreover, most of cultivators had no chance to get in touch with them.

"Isn't it frustrating? You can save so many people, but now you're locked here by me, unable to move." Cloudwalker shook his head slightly. "I won't let you succeed." "That's not up to you." Mystic Vale looked up at him. "Actually, I never planned to kill you. I want to devour your primal Zen source to deepen my own power." Cloudwalker frowned. "You want to become an evil cultivator?" An evil cultivator is equivalent to the Heaven Spirit Phase, both at the same level. By embracing evil, their strength increases several times, even surpassing the Heaven Spirit Phase.

it kept on yelling at Abednego. "The game is now, to bring him down, the time is ripe for Igodo forest, yes, for the entire evil forest to drink his blood," the things thundered as it crunched down on the head of Matendechere and chewed, laughed and cried as it devoured her flesh from slit area. Licking the blood that was dropping from the head. Abednego's mind, body, soul weren't prepared for this moment. The thing pulled bowels out from the lifeless body of Matendechere. Abednego's world… shattered and crumbled right before his very eyes.

It took a glance at Ding Hao and muttered, "F*ck, he's taken off all his clothes again to cultivate. He has such a perverted taste." After that, the wretched creature curled up like a snowball, fell asleep, and was soon snoring away. Uncle Tianshu was a little flabbergasted and stared at Ding Hao with great shock. Finally, he cursed angrily, "F*ck, a pervert! We both ate the Bi Fang's meat. Yet the fat cat and I could only increase our strength cultivation, while this guy acquired the Bi Fang's strength essence so easily—that Fire from its blood meridians!"

This was taboo and forbidden legend. “Myth?” Lucen laughed again. “Just because you were too frightened to search for it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.” His eyes found Rayden. “The final resting place of the first cultivator, the existence who created the laws of cultivation themselves. A pocket dimension containing pure resources from the dawn of time. Resources enough to allow anyone…” He paused, eyes blazing with limitless ambition. “…to reach the highest realm.” Rayden finally understood. The scale of his enemy’s madness. This was no longer about conquering a clan, a province, or even a world. This was about becoming a god.

The gods and goddesses are more powerful but because of the kindness of the ancestor of the vampires Vlademort Domenico to the gods and goddesses, the world of vampires has been empowered to call them the strongest and highest creatures in the world of Ambrogio. Deitas is the most beautiful in the world of Ambrogio. Because the life of the gods and goddesses is abundant, they are also beautiful where they keep every crop in their territory vibrant. From the little things in that place is powerful and holy. This kingdom is ruled by a couple of gods and goddesses.