Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Lingxi flashed. It can only be used twice within ten days in the Jindan period, and Wang Qiye had already used it.

Sorry, the flashing talisman has also been used up.

In this desperate situation, a resolute and fierce look flashed in Wang Qiye's eyes, and the ruthlessness hidden in his bones was instantly aroused.

The long sword that he had thrown out earlier, under his full force, stabbed towards Tu Yangjun's back like a lightning that cuts through the darkness.

At the same time, the defensive magic weapon beside him resolutely exploded towards the bright silver spear.

The spiritual power of the spiritual weapon that had been hanging around his waist suddenly surged, and a pure white light shield instantly enveloped his entire body tightly.

The long sword and the bright silver spear shot towards the two people who were tightly connected almost at the same time, with a speed as fast as two fleeting lightning bolts.

With a loud "bang", the third-tier magic weapon exploded, but it still failed to successfully stop the desperate and crazy counterattack of the Nascent Soul cultivator before his death.

The red and bright silver spear paused only slightly, then continued to stab towards Wang Qiye's back with endless murderous intent.

Although the white light shield tried its best to block it, it soon began to seem powerless under the unparalleled power of the red bright silver spear.

The red bright silver spear and the white light shield were in a stalemate, and in this extremely short period of time, the long sword successfully pierced into Tu Yangjun's back.

The Nascent Soul cultivator suffered such serious and fatal injuries that although he was doomed to die, he did not breathe his last breath for a while.

Tu Yangjun looked at the familiar white light and naturally recognized it as Zhou Liwen's spiritual weapon. He felt extremely regretful and annoyed that he had ruined everything today.

However, it was useless to say anything else at this moment. A resolute and ruthless look appeared in his eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "Sacrifice your Nascent Soul."

His Nascent Soul was like a blazing candle, burning at an extremely fast speed.

The burning Nascent Soul emitted strange yet extremely powerful power fluctuations, as if it was going to mercilessly burn the entire world to ashes.

The bright silver spear was blessed by this mysterious power, and it emitted a bright red light, like an extremely hot red sun. The light was so bright that it was impossible to look directly at it.

The white light shield immediately dimmed a lot. No matter how hard Wang Qiye tried to pour spiritual power into it, it was still of no avail. Moreover, spider-web-like cracks began to appear on it.

Dahei was so anxious that he was like an ant on a hot pan. He was not worried about the shiny silver gun.

Looking at the old man's Nascent Soul, half of it has been sacrificed. These are the "delicacies" it has always dreamed of, and they are about to disappear. How can it not be anxious?

The breath of the Nascent Soul is like a rare delicacy in the world, exuding an extremely tempting scent that is difficult for any soul creature to resist.

There were more and more cracks on the jade pendant, and those cracks spread rapidly like a madly spreading disease, as if it would be completely shattered in the next moment.

When only three tenths of Tu Yangjun's Nascent Soul remained, his own life mark finally burned out. Dahei, who had been staring at him closely, sucked hard, and the remaining Nascent Soul rushed into its small mouth frantically.

However, a certain supreme mysterious being, sensing that someone dared to snatch the sacrifice, became extremely furious.

The invisible anger was like a surging wave, sweeping over the sky in an instant. The speed of the Nascent Soul's sacrifice suddenly increased, and when the big black swallowed it, only one tenth of it was burned.

The red light on the bright silver spear flickered, as if someone was roaring in extreme anger. The roar was soul-stirring and terrifying.

Then, the red light suddenly became as bright as the sun, and the jade pendant suddenly shattered. The sound of the shattering was crisp and decisive, as if it was the last tragic song of life.

The bright silver spear shot towards the two of them like a swift lightning.

Perhaps because there was no one to control it, the tip of the gun that was originally aimed at Wang Qiye's heart deviated from its direction somewhat when the light shield was broken, and it passed by his heart due to the last burst of powerful energy.

In the end, the bright silver spear ruthlessly pierced through the chests of the two men.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze and blood gushed out like blooming blood flowers, dyeing everything around red.

"Is the Black Crow Demon Dao dead?"

Someone asked in a trembling voice, full of fear and uncertainty.

“That’s a Nascent Soul cultivator!”

The other said with extreme shock and awe, his voice trembling slightly.

"Should he be dead?"

Someone else whispered quietly, with a hint of anticipation mixed with a hint of fear in his tone.

Only the brave ones in the darkness dared to stick their heads out and see this thrilling scene through the cracks in the windows and doors. Their eyes were wide open, filled with fear and disbelief.

Two people were pierced by a long spear and turned into gourds, standing there. Such a shocking scene makes people's hearts shaken.

The spear was still flashing with a strange light, as if telling of the fierce battle that had just taken place. Blood kept flowing down the spear shaft, gathering into a pool of blood on the ground.

Even though both of them were dead at this time, no one dared to go forward to pick up their heads.

There is another Nascent Soul cultivator here who has not yet appeared, and that is the city lord of Bijiangdu, Weilianggu. People are full of awe and fear towards this mysterious and powerful city lord.

However, at this time, the Lord of Weiliang Valley, although extremely anxious, could only concentrate on his journey.

He was extremely anxious and wanted to fly to the scene immediately, but the journey was too long, so he could only speed up desperately. The anxiety in his heart made his forehead covered with sweat and his breathing became rapid.

Wang Qiye felt a pain in his heart, the pain was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into his soul. However, he survived again, although he looked miserable now.

But the pleasure of dancing on the edge of death was like thousands of ants biting his body, spitting out paralyzing toxins, making him float in the clouds. It was an indescribable strange feeling, as if the soul had escaped the shackles of the flesh and floated between illusion and reality.

If it weren't for the pain in his chest, he might have stayed like this for a while longer. The pain was like a heavy hammer, constantly pulling him back to the cruel reality.

He held the bright silver spear with difficulty. The spear was icy cold, yet seemed to be burning with blazing flames. With a sudden effort, he retreated a distance and broke free from the end of the spear.

At this moment, he felt his burning heart being brushed by the cold gun, and felt a piercing pain. At that moment, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with this unbearable pain, drowning him like a surging tide.

Cold sweat continued to pour out of his body, and he collapsed on the ground like a man who had just been pulled out of the water. His clothes were already soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his body. Every breath seemed extremely difficult, as if it was exhausting all his strength.

"He's not dead yet!!!"

"Even Nascent Soul cultivators can't do anything about it?"

"This is impossible! He must have been possessed by another spirit at the last moment. This must be General Xu!"

The eyes in the darkness were filled with fear and could not believe what was happening.

Some were frightened to the point of fainting by the scene, others were so frightened that their teeth chattered and they wet their pants. Some of the more timid ones simply didn't dare to look at it, and turned their backs away, praying that they were dazzled.

After a long while, the demon trembled twice, and then stood up with difficulty like a giant beast awakening from a deep sleep. His body was still a little shaky, as if a breeze could blow him down again.

Wang Qiye's pierced chest was now red and tender, having been repaired. The new skin formed a sharp contrast with the surrounding scars, as if telling the tragic story of the life-and-death struggle just now.

He stretched out his hand and the bright silver spear pierced through Tu Yangjun's chest, making a dull sound, and then fell into his hand. There was still blood on the bright silver spear, and it was flashing with a strange light.

Tu Yangjun's body paused for a moment before he fell headfirst to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. His body fell lifelessly to the ground, becoming another cold corpse on this bloody battlefield.

He grinned and looked at the gun. "It was not easy to get this gun. It took so much effort, but it was worth it."

After admiring it, he waved his hand, and the long knife on Tu Yangjun's back left his body and returned to his hand with a string of blood.

He casually inserted it behind him, waved his hand again, and Tu Yangjun's storage bag and all the fragments of magic weapons on the ground rushed towards him like a tide.

In this battle, even the newly acquired third-level spiritual weapon was shattered. I don’t know if it was worth it. There are only 3 third-level defensive magic weapons left, 13 third-level offensive magic weapons left, and 46 broken third-level magic weapons.

As for the pile of second-level magic weapons, they were no longer of his liking and he placed them haphazardly in several storage bags, mixing them with those first-level magic weapons.

Wang Qiye glanced back casually, his eyes seemed careless, but they seemed to contain endless pressure. He smiled lightly, and that smile seemed particularly strange in the darkness, which made people shudder.

The figures in the darkness all crouched down, fearing that they would be seen by the black crow demon.

Their heartbeats accelerated rapidly, and their breathing became cautious, as if they dared not even breathe. Everyone closed their eyes tightly, their bodies trembled, and their hearts were filled with fear and awe.

After a long time, someone finally plucked up the courage to raise his head. He cautiously opened his eyes a crack and looked around, his eyes full of tension and anxiety.

He looked left and right, but the figure of the Black Crow Demon was still there.

There was silence all around, with only the sound of the wind whistling in my ears, as if everything that had just happened was just a terrible dream.

"When did he leave?"

But no one could answer this question. The black crow demon disappeared without a trace like a ghost, leaving behind only a battlefield full of blood and fear, which made people fall into deep nightmares and fear.