Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Han Tiesheng attacked with a gun, but it left an afterimage. When he stabbed again with the gun, it was grabbed tightly by a pair of left hands.

He slapped the iron spear with his left hand, and with the recoil force he flashed into the pile of three magic weapons. Three knife lights flashed, and the owners of the three magic weapons loosened their hands and fell to the ground.

Wang Qiye rolled on the ground and rushed to the left. Sure enough, the iron spear retreated again. The three magic weapons that had not had time to retreat could only bite the bullet and confront Wentian head-on.

Wang Qiye only held up two magic weapons and knocked down one person with one punch. Then he used brute force to press Wen Tiansheng into the neck of the remaining cultivator, knocking down another 6 people in this wave.

While no one was attacking, Wang Qiye kicked his feet and three magic weapons flew into the crimson mist, with three muffled sounds. Seeing that they could not break through here, the clever ghosts began to break through in other directions.

Su Yingmeng's red gourd has been restored over the past few days, but she has never been willing to use it. Now it can only emit a two-meter-long crimson smoke to isolate her spiritual consciousness and spiritual vision, but it is enough to protect her in that direction.

He kicked out another magic weapon and knocked down a cultivator who attacked Yu Jinyan. Fang Qingtian stabbed two cultivators and also assisted with a shot, helping Yu Jinyan knock down another one.

The scorching sun burned the earth, and beads of sweat hung on everyone's face. The treasures under the black flag did not decrease but increased, which made people drool. Of the more than 200 monks, only 136 were still standing. At the edge of the besieged crowd, one of them would suddenly fall down from time to time. Now, another monk fell to the ground inexplicably and never got up again. There were 135 monks left.

"what"

With one punch, Zhuang Baoxiang knocked Li Jue and his crescent-shaped sword flying ten meters away, hitting a cultivator.

Li Jue got up from the ground and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, but the cultivator under him did not get up. He was only breathing out but not breathing in.

"Han Tiesheng, fuck you, I'll give you another 30 minutes, if you give me any more I won't do it anymore!"

Han Tiesheng felt unhappy after hearing this, but he also knew that Li Jue might not be able to hold on for much longer. He would probably abandon him and leave alone in 20 minutes at most.

Taking another deep look at the two boxes of thousand-year-old elixirs, Han Tiesheng tucked the iron gun under his armpit, pointed the tip of the gun at the bald Taoist priest, and quietly made a gesture behind his back with his left hand.

Yuan Xiaoer understood, and a talisman flashed, and he had transformed into a tall and thin man. Even his beautiful right eye was open, and his flowing black hair was casually scattered behind his head.

This disguise talisman is really useful. Anyone who sees it would not dare to say that this is Yuan Xiaoer, one of the Yuan brothers from the Thousand Demon Palace. They would sneak towards Su Yingmeng's direction.

"Brothers, this little Taoist priest is almost dying, everyone, give him some more strength!"

Han Tiesheng pointed his spear, raised his arm and called out, and fooled six Qi Refining cultivators to join him in attacking the bald Taoist priest.

If possible, Wang Qiye really wanted to give Han Tiesheng a thumbs up, then put down a bowl of wine and some side dishes, and ask him for advice.

Han Tie's spear was spinning, carrying the wind with it. With every step he took, there was one more wind blade on the tip of the spear. When it approached Wang Qiye, it had formed a tornado head and he stabbed it with the spear.

"Wind and Clouds"

It was obvious that this shot was fired with real skill. Wang Qiye did not dare to be careless. Just as he was about to take action, he caught a glimpse of a figure jumping three feet high out of the corner of his eye.

"Damn, my house was almost robbed."

He quickly took a step forward, changed his moves, and took a deep breath.

"The Art of Clone"

Han Tiesheng's shot hit Wang Qiye and he was secretly delighted. However, Wang Qiye in front of him split into three like a phantom, making his shot in vain.

One of them held the Wentian Gun and attacked Han Tiesheng's left side, one held the Zhishui Gun and attacked Han Tiesheng's right side, and one of them was unarmed and just grabbed the black flagpole a few times and caught the foot of a tall and thin man who was about to touch the thousand-year-old elixir.

Yuan Xiaoer lowered his head, smiled at Wang Qiye, left a shoe for Wang Qiye, kicked his feet on the flagpole, and floated away.

Wang Qiye glared at him and let him run away again. Fortunately, the elixir was still there, otherwise he would have chased him and kept him at all costs.

Glancing down, Han Tiesheng had already retreated, and the two clones were entangled with six monks. He grabbed ten hidden weapons from his storage bag and shot them at three targets below. In the crimson mist, the three monks who besieged Yu Jinyan were fighting with the clones.

"what--"

After a burst of screams, the ten monks slowly fell down. Wang Qiye stepped on the flagpole with both feet, rushed to the two monks who were still fighting with the clones below, and knocked them to the ground with two simple palms.

Han Tiesheng's face darkened and he no longer looked relaxed. He looked at the thousand-year-old elixir with unwilling eyes, and slightly exerted force on the hand holding the iron spear, preparing to try again.

"what--"

A crescent blade flew high up, Li Jue covered his chest with both hands, and knelt on the ground in pain. A pair of palm prints were clearly imprinted on his stomach. At this moment, not only was his mouth bleeding, but even his nostrils and ears were bleeding.

There was a commotion all around, and even the offensive steps in other directions came to a halt.

When a pair of eyes stared at Han Tiesheng's back, Han Tiesheng felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cave, and even his forearm holding the iron spear was shaking.

"Monk, he's mine!"

Wang Qiye was so angry that he no longer cared about the thousand-year-old elixir. Let it be whoever wants it. If he didn't take him down, he would not even get a sip of soup in this battle.

He immediately rushed towards Han Tiesheng. When Monk Jiaotan saw that there was no hope, he attacked the nearby monks like a wolf among a flock of sheep.

Finally, the fear of death overcame his timidity. Han Tiesheng took a deep breath. The monks next to him had already fled away in fear. Some of the timid ones had already started running away.

An iron spear met a pair of fists. Han Tiesheng felt the spear shaft sink. He knew that the bald Taoist priest was going to fight him for real. How could he just sit there and wait to die? He bent his legs and deflected a fist. He somersaulted in the air, landed steadily on his feet, and pointed the iron spear at the bald Taoist priest again.

"There's a monster!!!"

A terrifying cry was heard, and the already retreating troops began to flee on a large scale, simply because the charred monk was too fierce and no one could match him.

As more and more people ran away, everyone finally fled. Except for Wang Qiye and Han Tiesheng who only had eyes for each other, even Su Yingmeng withdrew the crimson mist and started chasing people and hacking them.

The fleeing crowd slowly stopped, and some even retreated towards the black flag, which was really unbelievable.

"There's a monster——"

Another panicked monk shouted in despair. He saw with his own eyes that the three people in front of him fell down inexplicably and never stood up again. He was so scared that he stopped immediately.

No one noticed it at first, but as more and more people ran away and fell down inexplicably, people finally discovered the clue. The faster they ran, the faster they died. An unknown fear entangled these treasure hunting group of only 80 monks left, and made them stop running.

The monks were still fighting, Fang Qingtian was unwilling to let go of this heaven-breaking rich man, and Yu Jinyan showed no mercy either. The monks who had already lost their fighting spirit could not even beat Su Yingmeng.

The only ones who were not disturbed by the monster were probably the one with the iron spear and the one with his fists. The two of them had already seen blood, so their eyes were fierce and they attacked without mercy.

Oddly enough, once they stopped running, no one fell down for no apparent reason. But the killing god that could be seen behind them was never idle.

"what--"

One monk finally couldn't hold back any longer, and looking at the charcoal monk who was so close to him, he chose to face the unknown god of death. He ran for a mile without stopping, and just when the remaining 72 monks were delighted and ready to run away, the man fell straight down, and this time it was in full view of everyone, which made all the monks nervous.

"Be careful, it's the Soul Devouring Snake!!!"

Yuan Xiaoliu said loudly: "This soul-devouring snake should have devoured 100 souls and entered the foundation-building stage. It can't do anything to a foundation-building cultivator now, but it only needs three seconds to sneak attack a Qi-refining cultivator."

It has to be the Yuan brothers. Those eyes seem extraordinary. They actually saw the murderous monster just now.

No wonder I could see a dark shadow every time. When I got closer, the monk’s soul disappeared. I guess it went into the mouth of the soul-eating snake.

"Hahahaha - Wang Qiye, you are so mean that you don't even let go of the soul. I want the monk too!"

Having said that, Zhuang Baoxiang no longer paid attention to the scattered crowd. He sat down cross-legged, and when he stood up again, he knocked down a passing monk with one punch. He pulled out one of his souls with his left fist and stuffed it into his mouth. A black light emerged from the whole body of the charred monk. After a flash, Zhuang Baoxiang's already black skin seemed to become even darker.

"The selfless Buddha, from now on, will pass through the Yellow Springs Road, leaving only a handful of his three souls and seven spirits."

Zhuang Baoxiang shouted a Buddhist name, a black light flashed in his eyes again, he jumped up and attacked a monk fiercely, and after knocking him down, one of his three souls and seven spirits who fled in panic suddenly lost its way and crashed into the body of the charred monk. A black light rose from Zhuang Baoxiang's body again, which only lasted for a moment and then disappeared.

"Let's run together. It can only attack one person at a time. Those with a sensitive sense can dodge it. Everyone just needs to pay attention to the cold and icy feeling around them. That means the Soul Devouring Snake is nearby. Stay away from that place, it can't do anything to us!"

A monk who was well versed in hunting wild animals shouted out loudly, and it was obvious that he was almost about to describe the habits of the soul-eating snake, but this was enough.

The most fearful thing is the unknown. Once you know what it is, you will naturally have a way to deal with it. The remaining 63 monks no longer dared to stay here and ran away.

Wang Qiye let go of Han Tiesheng's neck. Han Tiesheng's eyes bulged, his neck was obviously longer, and he fell straight down, bounced twice on the ground, and was unable to stand up again.

"Brother Yuan, stay here!"

Wang Qiye yelled and looked around, but there was no trace of the two blind men. "These two guys are so despicable. They used the Disguise Charm to escape again."

Leaving the clone guarding under the black flag, he could only identify one direction and chase after the nearest cultivator, hoping to get as much as he could. If he was lucky, he might run into the real Ape brothers, who would definitely not let them off easily.

People in the fleeing crowd kept falling down, but some people spotted the Soul-Eating Snake early and quickly dodged it. In the end, only 43 people successfully escaped from this place of war, including the cunning Ape brothers.