Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After a day and night of rest, Wang Qiye and his group, who were hiding in the safe zone, were eating bread and having lunch.

Wang Qiye stretched his neck, twisted his waist, and briefly checked his body. The Green Bamboo Divine Art was indeed the most advanced martial arts in the world. Except for the part that was pierced by Shi Kuangsan, which could not be hurt in the short term, his body was in excellent condition.

The monk Zhuang Baoxiang had just woken up from his sleep and was now stuffing pancakes into his mouth.

"Monk, do you want to be worse?"

Wang Qiye drank all the wine in his bowl, squinted his eyes, and leaned comfortably on the stone platform.

"Isn't that bad enough?"

The charcoal monk took a big sip of the wine in the bowl, burped, and then swallowed three more bites of the cake.

"Not enough, not enough."

Wang Qiye stretched out a finger and swayed it along with his head.

"How bad can it be?"

The monk held the bowl and gulped down half of it before stopping. He then took the cake and took another bite.

"Haha, I have a great idea."

As he spoke, Wang Qiye laughed heartily three times.

Fang Qingtian's mouth twitched, he felt that these two ancestors would not die unless they sought death.

"Master, think twice!"

Yu Jinyan was also smart and opened her eyes. Although she had slept for a whole day and had just finished lunch before lying down, she still felt more comfortable sleeping here.

"Monk, if we put this thing out there, how do you think they're going to snatch it?"

Wang Qiye took out a wooden box from the storage bag and played with it in his hands.

"Young master, you can't do this!"

Su Yingmeng felt that her brain was no longer enough. Hadn't she come here with so much difficulty just for this thing?

"Wang Qiye, you are still bad. I, the monk, have learned a new trick!!!"

The charred monk's eyes lit up and emitted a black light. The two of them had obviously ignored the opinions of the three slaves.

"go!"

It was the monk who was anxious. He left the teleportation array first, and Wang Qiye followed behind him.

"Sir, wait for me."

Su Yingmeng suddenly had a brain attack and actually followed out.

Fang Qingtian gritted his teeth and sighed inwardly at his miserable life. At worst he could just hand over the storage bag and stepped into the teleportation array hesitantly.

In a blink of an eye, Yu Jinyan was the only one left here. She hugged her knees, looked around, and buried her head in her knees.

"Why do they always have to be so stupid?"

When I raised my head from my knees again, something called loneliness lingered in my heart.

"When I'm alone, this place is actually quite scary."

Thinking of this, Yu Jinyan also stepped out of the teleportation array.

There was no pursuit and interception as imagined, and everyone was confused by the chaos in front of them. There were monks fighting all over the mountains and plains, especially those fighting fiercely under the black flag.

The evil cults were fighting each other, the evil cults were fighting each other, and some had just finished a fight and had defeated their opponents. With a pair of red eyes, they raised their knives and slashed at Wang Qiye.

Wang Qiye did not move, and an iron spear behind him stabbed the demon cultivator to the ground.

"Tell me, what are you fighting about? Tell me and I'll give you a quick death!"

Fang Qingtian avoided the opponent's vital points and stepped on the opponent's right hand holding the magic weapon.

"My fellow Taoists, after the blood demon exploded, a large amount of treasure was left here. We are fighting for that treasure."

Fang Qingtian killed him with a blow from his spear, then turned around and asked about Wang Qiye and Zhuang Baoxiang.

"What do you think we should do?"

Wang Qiye was stunned by the unexpected strength of the Blood Demon. He thought they had finished fighting long ago, but who knew that the Blood Demon had self-destructed an hour ago.

I had thought that after I came out, I would see a large army of demonic monks ready for battle, but I didn't expect such a chaotic scene. Even the familiar three corpses, Tan Zhenshan, Qin Aotian, and Li Jue, were nowhere to be seen.

"How about we kill them too?"

Yu Jinyan, who followed closely, naturally liked to see such a scene. Her team was a fresh force, following behind these two killing gods. Who could stop them now?

Fang Qingtian was also eager to try, and was ready to start as soon as Zhuang Baoxiang said a word.

Wang Qiye felt disappointed and lost interest. He emptied his storage bag and piled them under the black flagpole. He held an exquisite wooden box in his hand and smiled at Zhuang Baoxiang.

"Wang Qiye, you are still bad enough."

Zhuang Baoxiang understood, his big black head showing a mouthful of white teeth, and smiled at Wang Qiye. He also emptied his storage bag and piled it under the black flag. The pile of treasures was not inferior to Wang Qiye's, and he also held an antique wooden box in his hand.

"Su Yingmeng, hang this on the flagpole so they can see it more clearly."

Wang Qiye didn't turn around, but handed the box directly behind him.

"Yes, son."

Su Yingmeng took over two boxes of thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. It was the first time she had touched such fifth-level spiritual medicines, and she was inevitably excited. A unique medicinal fragrance entered her nostrils and penetrated her heart. The boxes for these medicinal materials were specially made from thousand-year-old tree hearts. The box itself was a treasure, and it could lock in the medicinal properties.

Su Yingmeng jumped lightly and tied the two boxes of thousand-year-old spiritual medicine to the flagpole five meters away. By turning on the spiritual vision, she could clearly see the quality of the thousand-year-old spiritual medicine in the box.

Wang Qiye glanced at Fang Qingtian and nodded.

"Everyone, look here. The treasure is right here. Come and take it if you are brave enough!"

Fang Qingtian used a note amplifier to make his voice heard within a radius of ten miles.

The fighting around them gradually stopped, and all the cultivators, whether they were righteous or evil, looked at the mountain of treasures under the black flag with shining eyes. Spirit stones, magic tools, and talismans were secondary. The exaggerated number of storage bags made everyone who saw it breathe heavily, especially when they saw the two boxes of thousand-year-old spiritual medicine on the flagpole, they could no longer hide their excitement.

Wang Qiye saw their expressions and was very satisfied. Suddenly, he shouted loudly with a surge of emotion.

"My treasure is right here. If you want it, come and take it!"

The imagined crowd of tens of thousands did not appear, and many cultivators behaved quite restrainedly. Some even took advantage of the ceasefire to secretly pick up the magic weapons under their feet, and took out some talismans and spirit stones from the dead bodies. They planned to sneak out of the battlefield when no one was around, but they suddenly fell to the ground and could not get up before they took a few steps.

The four Foundation Establishment cultivators lined up the crowd and stood at the front, but they only dared to stand fifty steps in front of the black flag and then did not move any further.

Wang Qiye hooked his finger at a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was standing still.

"Daoyou, do you want to give it a try?"

The square-faced man grinned, stuck the big knife on the ground, and stared at the two boxes of thousand-year-old elixirs with a pair of eyes shining with golden light, without even looking at Wang Qiye.

"Can I take whatever I win?"

"Of course, kill me and take everything."

Wang Qiye nodded at him appreciatively, waved his hand behind him and pointed behind him.

However, the foundation-building cultivator just smiled and said nothing.

It seems that all the fools have fallen under the ground. Now everyone is jealous, but no one dares to step forward to snatch it. Their attention is all on the treasure. They did not notice that every once in a while, a Qi Refining cultivator on the edge suddenly fell down and never got up again.

"Ten moves. As long as you can survive ten moves, you can choose any one of them. The two boxes of thousand-year-old elixirs are also among them!"

Wang Qiye stretched out a finger and held it in front of him. These people didn't know each other, so even if they were allowed to come together to fight, it would probably be a disaster. He couldn't help but come up with another plan.

"I come!"

Among the more than 200 monks present, a young man in a gray robe and dressed in tight clothes walked out, holding a whistle stick that reached his eyebrows. It turned out that a large amount of money could really move people.

Wang Qiye nodded approvingly and whispered to Fang Qingtian: "Let it go."

Fang Qingtian took a few steps forward. As an old hand in the world, he knew it clearly in his mind. If the first one was killed, the people behind him would be scared and would not dare to come to search for treasure again.

Fang Qingtian and the young man with the stick fought fiercely for ten rounds. As Fang Qingtian deliberately let him go, the young man was stabbed with more than a dozen bloody holes all over his body and was covered in blood, but at least they were not vital and the young man finally survived.

"As expected, heroes emerge from youth. Young man, you win. Come on, the candidates are the same, please!"

Wang Qiye waved his hand and cleared the way to the door of wealth.

More than 200 monks were all shocked. Someone actually succeeded in pursuing his dream. It happened!!!

All eyes followed the young man's footsteps and slowly came under the black flag. They stared at the thousand-year-old elixir with him with burning eyes. It was a spiritual stone that was hard to come by by chance.

Everyone could even feel the boy's breathing, as if they had won the prize and were breathing heavily with excitement.

"coming"

The young man jumped high towards the thousand-year-old elixir, and many pairs of eyes flashed with brilliance. When the young man touched the thousand-year-old elixir with his hands, the audience in the audience all held their breath and dared not breathe.

But the young man touched the Thousand-Faced Spirit Medicine Box lightly with trembling hands, and then dropped it without taking the spirit medicine. When the monks were puzzled, the young man picked up an empty storage bag on the ground, stuffed it into his arms, and quickly left the place.

"Is there anyone else who wants to challenge me?"

Wang Qiye couldn't help but look up at the gray-robed youth. He was courageous, strategic, and knew when to advance and retreat. He would definitely have a place on the stage in the future. If he took the thousand-year-old elixir, Wang Qiye would certainly not stop him, but the more than 200 monks present were not sure.

Although a storage bag is worth 1000 spirit stones, there are more than 100 storage bags on the scene, and the spirit stones and magic weapons are countless. It seems that there is no need to chase him just for a storage bag.

"I come!"

Another cultivator in the Qi Refining Stage came out. This burly man with a face full of flesh and wearing a red Taoist robe looked like a typical demon cultivator.

"I don't want the thousand-year elixir, but I'll only fight for three moves!"

The sturdy man made a fist gesture, the sunlight shining on his bronze face, and it was impossible to tell whether he was sad or happy.

"can!"

Wang Qiye was overjoyed. This seemed to be much easier to recruit than his ten moves. He whispered to Fang Qingtian, "Let him go."