Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

As spiritual energy continued to flow into his body, his injuries were finally relieved, and the hideous wounds slowly began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The new granulations grew and intertwined as if they had life. The previous pain gradually eased, and his tense nerves finally relaxed for a moment.

The monks in the darkness had already left this place of trouble. They were like frightened birds, afraid of being implicated by the bloody aftermath, and wished they could disappear from this terrifying area in an instant.

Only those monks with low skills or whose families are here dare to secretly look at the figure in the distance through the gaps in the doors and windows.

Their eyes were filled with awe and fear, and their hearts were pounding, as if the slightest noise would make their little hearts stop.

Half an hour later, he got up, took out the last water gourd from the storage bag, opened the lid, and drank it all in one breath. His dry throat was moistened, but it still felt not enough.

He still felt unsatisfied, so he summoned three water balls and drank it all. The cool water flowed down his throat, finally making his parched body feel a little cool. When he saw himself in this state, he quickly cast a cleansing spell.

A gust of wind blew away the dust and blood on the ground and threw them out of the city.

The wind seemed to have magical power, and wherever it passed, everything became clean and tidy. The entire battlefield looked like it had been washed, brand new, as if the bloody fight before was just a terrible nightmare.

Wang Qiye took out a piece of black clothes from his storage bag and put them on. Although the clothes were ordinary, they added a bit of mystery to him.

He stretched out his hand and the magic weapons, storage bags and armor on the ground flowed towards him like water, quickly filling several storage bags.

Just as he was worrying about the corpses all over the ground, a sigh came from the city wall.

"Am I late?"

The voice echoed in the silent night sky, carrying with it deep helplessness and regret.

Wang Qiye looked towards the city wall and saw a skinny old man, carrying a large fish on his back, jumping down from the city wall. The old man was as light as a ghost, but he raised a cloud of dust when he landed.

With every step he took, his eyes swept over the fallen bodies, and his resolute gaze was now filled with tears. Tears flowed down his wrinkled face and dripped onto the blood-soaked ground.

He untied the big fish on his back and threw it on the ground casually. He had finally spent three hours fishing for this big fish, but now he threw it away without hesitation. The fish jumped on the ground a few times and then stopped moving.

He took out a shiny silver gun from the storage bag and stroked it affectionately, as if it were his lover.

"There are 100,000 people there. It would be fine if you took their armor, but you even took their souls. Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?" His voice trembled, filled with grief, indignation and questioning.

Wang Qiye put the two swords back behind him, casually took out two confiscated third-level spears from the storage bag, and temporarily refined them.

Facing a Nascent Soul cultivator, he dared not be careless. Even though this Nascent Soul cultivator was already in a weakened period and his aura was only slightly stronger than his own, he had to go all out. His heartbeat accelerated, his nerves were tense, and he entered a state of high alert.

"Divine punishment? What a joke! I am the divine punishment." Wang Qiye grinned, his clothes fluttering without wind, and he was full of fighting spirit.

His eyes were burning with fighting spirit, as if they were going to set the darkness on fire.

At this moment, his injuries had recovered by 80%, and his spiritual power had recovered by 90%. But he still did not dare to slack off, and stared at the old man in front of him with full concentration.

"Really? So that's how it is. Does that mean you are from Lingxi Valley?" A trace of pain appeared on that old face. He felt sad and sorry for these soldiers who forgot their own lives.

His brows were furrowed, and his eyes were full of helplessness and vicissitudes.

"What Lingxi Valley or Lingniu Valley? I don't know who I am. I am the Taoist Black Crow. If you want to beat me, then beat me. If not, I'll leave."

Wang Qiye stared at the old man with gray beard, but he did not dare to be careless at all. After all, it was his first time to face a Nascent Soul cultivator.

Although he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, he was still a Nascent Soul cultivator after all. His palms were slightly sweaty, and his breathing became cautious.

On that moonlit night, the old man's face looked particularly lonely in the dim light and shadow. "Ten years ago, when the big mistake happened, Lingxi Valley was silent and no one said anything. I knew that this day would come sooner or later."

The old man spoke slowly, his expression becoming increasingly lonely, his thoughts involuntarily falling into deep nostalgia.

"That young man is as stubborn as you. If he hadn't died, he would have been famous by now..."

Wang Qiye grinned, trying to break the heavy atmosphere. "Old man, I didn't realize you have the potential to be a storyteller. If you keep talking, the sun will come out."

Tu Yangjun nodded slightly, a trace of helplessness and determination flashing across his face. "I should have let you go, but I really can't let go of these 100,000 wronged souls. Even if I have to bear stronger consequences in the future, I will accept it."

After saying that, he waved his hand resolutely, and the bright silver spear flashing with cold light pointed at the person who came with a "whoosh".

His eyes instantly turned cold, as if nothing in the world could touch his emotions anymore, neither sad nor happy, only the firm determination burning in the depths of his eyes, as if telling of his persistence and his responsibility to the 100,000 wronged souls.

At this moment, the night wind blew, the clothes fluttered, and a tense atmosphere filled the air, as if a thrilling duel was about to begin.

Under the cover of the seemingly tangible pressure, Wang Qiye felt as if the blood in his body was ignited, extremely hot, boiling and surging for a moment, like surging waves.

The bright silver spear suddenly flew away from his hand. In an instant, it flashed with light and split into thousands of silver spears. Each of them was like an arrow shot from a bow, shooting towards the Black Crow Demon with a sharp momentum.

The dazzling light instantly pierced through the darkness, as if day had come. Those who were secretly watching felt a sharp pain in their eyes, and a feeling of sadness welled up in their hearts, and tears flowed down their faces involuntarily.

The fight between the powerful Yuanying cultivators was truly brutal. The aftermath of the fight alone was not something that ordinary people could contend with.

Everyone lowered their heads in fear and fell to the ground, not daring to move in the slightest.

Faced with this overwhelming attack, each of which has the power of the strongest attack of a third-level cultivator, its power is unstoppable and daunting.

Wang Qiye was trembling all over. However, in this fear, a sense of great honor to be able to fight with a Nascent Soul cultivator inexplicably filled his heart, making his face flush and his expression complicated.

"A Flash of Spiritual Stream"

At that critical moment, when the spears were stabbing down like a rainstorm, Wang Qiye's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot.

The thousand spears instantly pierced the place with holes. If he was still there, he would have looked as miserable as a hedgehog.

Wang Qiye, who reappeared, had already appeared behind the old man with white beard.

The two spears in his hands were infused with energy, and their power reached the maximum of 200%. He showed a grim smile, and then without hesitation, he exploded and stabbed the old man in the back.

The old man seemed to be prepared, and at that moment, he hastily erected a shield behind him.

"It's Lingxi Yishan, you are indeed from Lingxi Valley! Although revenge is a never-ending cycle, I can't let you go today..."

Before he could finish his words, two gun tips had penetrated the shield, followed by an explosion, and then two third-tier magic weapons passed through the two holes and exploded instantly.

After this series of attacks, the shield could no longer hold on and instantly broke into pieces.

Although the old man was prepared for this move, he did not expect the young man to be so decisive. He immediately detonated his own magic weapons, and four third-level magic weapons at once.

It was so unexpected that this fourth-tier defensive magic weapon was blown to pieces by him before it could even unleash its maximum power.

The old man with gray beard suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, but his body did not stop. Instead, he rushed forward at a high speed and waved at the bright silver spear.

At this moment, a short-haired monk holding two swords fearlessly rushed straight into the explosive gas and chased after him at the risk of his life.

The bright silver spear seemed to have received some kind of mysterious call. Thousands of bright silver spears rose from the ground, quickly merged into one in the air, and then returned to his hands like a bird returning to its nest.

At this point, he felt a little more at ease. He shook his hands violently, and the bright silver spear shot towards the pursuing Black Crow Demon with endless power like a bolt of lightning that cut through the night sky.

A magical bead weapon emitting brilliant light suddenly appeared and blocked the bright silver spear. The two collided, making a loud noise and splashing light.

The bright silver spear rolled back under the impact of this force and returned to Tu Yangjun's hand, while the third-level magic weapon used to resist was shattered into several pieces under this powerful impact and fell to the ground in pieces.

Wang Qiye didn't stop at all and continued to chase the old man with white beard.

Now that the opponent's fourth-level defensive weapon has been lost, he only has a spare third-level defensive weapon. He knows that only by getting close to the opponent can he have a chance of winning.

Tu Yangjun couldn't help but have a bad premonition in his heart. This young monk was indeed the best in Lingxi Valley. Not only was he experienced in fighting, but he also acted in a frighteningly ruthless manner.

The third-level magic weapon exploded without hesitation or regret. I just made a tentative attack, and he exploded the defensive magic weapon without hesitation, really leaving me no chance at all.

"It depends on how many third-level defensive magic weapons you have!"

Tu Yangjun also became ruthless in his heart. With the mad infusion of his Yuanli, the bright silver spear shone brightly and instantly split into three parts, shooting towards the rapidly approaching person like three lightning bolts.