Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Wang Qiye gained a lot from this treasure appraisal conference.

All those junk that were originally considered unwanted were sold and successfully exchanged for two extremely practical items.

This long month of waiting was not in vain after all.

Now, he has five more swords and his defensive weapons have increased to four.

In addition, there are nine other types of attack magic weapons and as many as twenty-six thousand spirit stones, but there are only two bottles of Hunling Pills left, and only twenty talismans.

This is all his current wealth.

Although Wang Qiye longed to replace all the unused offensive weapons with defensive ones, he had already exchanged two things at this treasure appraisal conference. If he continued to exchange more, it would be difficult for others not to notice him.

Helplessly, he could only suppress the desire in his heart, and patiently sat aside, drinking tea, staring at what others took out with envy in his heart.

The treasure appraisal exchange meeting lasted for three days and finally came to a successful conclusion.

In this grand event, some were happy and some were sad, and all kinds of life were displayed.

However, it is foreseeable that the scale of next year's treasure appraisal conference will certainly not be smaller than this one.

People from all walks of life have already begun to look forward to what kind of grand gathering of rare treasures it will be, and how many surprises and legends will be staged in it.

Wang Qiye followed Yunyao and Qimei to the fifth floor.

The two girls keenly sensed from his body movements that he might be about to leave, and he seemed particularly crazy tonight.

The red candle in the lamp flickered extremely violently that night, and several times it seemed as if it would be blown out by the strong wind, before it finally calmed down.

The sky was turning pale as Wang Qiye slowly woke up. Looking at the two girls who were still sleeping, a complex emotion welled up in his heart.

He took out two hundred spirit stones from his storage bag, gently stuffed them under the pillows of the two men, and then turned over and got out of bed.

As the sun slowly rose in the sky, a figure with five swords on his back walked away from Xueyue Tower and gradually disappeared into the distant skyline.

Two months later.

More than 200 figures suddenly appeared on the border of Daosha Domain.

They were all dressed lightly and looked simple, but their cold eyes revealed a chilling murderous aura so thick that it seemed condensed into substance.

The tall horse under his crotch had a strong body and shiny fur. It was obvious at first glance that it was a good horse in the army.

The thin old man in the lead slowly withdrew his gaze, then suddenly turned his horse's head, raised his whip and lashed out hard.

The warhorse under his crotch felt pain, raised all four hooves, galloped with all its might, and rushed forward like the wind.

Jin Huoyun, Tan Zhishe and the others deeply imprinted this homeland in their memories again. Then they withdrew their gazes, turned their horses' heads, and chased after the skinny old man with all their might. The dust raised by the horses' hooves gradually dissipated in the wind.

After leaving Daosha Domain, the group instantly split into five groups, heading in different directions and conducting a carpet search of Quanning Domain.

Linjiang City.

Chamber of Secrets.

Fu Shaoming has been staying in the secret room and waiting quietly these days.

The dim secret room was originally silent, but suddenly, the lantern lit up.

Fu Shaoming's attention was instantly drawn to it, and he saw an unfamiliar lantern flashing light, requesting communication.

"finally come."

He laughed dryly a few times, then pulled down his hood, hiding the brutality on his face, and accepted the request.

In an instant, the dreams of the two people intertwined. In an empty cave, two men in black, covered in robes, stood facing each other. The atmosphere was solemn and mysterious.

"The devil cherry has come to the world." The black-robed man opposite spoke first, and the cold and hoarse female voice echoed crisply in the cave.

"For eternity." Fu Shaoming's voice was low and hoarse, and it was obvious that he had also undergone voice changing.

It was impossible for him to expose himself with just a slogan.

"How many people are there and what's their strength?" the person on the other side asked briefly.

"There is only one high-end combat force, a master in the Spiritualization Stage, and four masters in the Nascent Soul Stage."

He nodded slightly to the man in the burqa. "The Holy Church will remember your contribution."

Then, her figure slowly disappeared.

There was a faint fragrance lingering in the air. Although he was in a dream, Fu Shaoming was able to infer that the other person was a woman based on this clue.

Fu Shaoming took another deep breath of the lingering fragrance before reluctantly exiting the dream.

The other person is definitely a natural beauty. Just smelling the lingering fragrance is enough to make people unable to stop.

in the cave.

"cough."

Two light coughs were heard in the cave, and the sounds echoed in the empty cave, sounding particularly desolate.

Yu Hongdie felt a sweetness in her throat, and a warm liquid instantly rushed up her throat, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The blood was bright red and glaring, splashing on the ground like a blooming flower of death.

The bloody skeletons on the Skull Mountain are really vicious. If they don't spit out three mouthfuls of blood every day, their whole bodies will feel like they are on fire and they will explode.

The pain was like countless poisonous insects gnawing at the body, or like boiling oil flowing through the meridians, making it impossible to live or die.

Only by spitting out the essence and blood can the blood poison subside.

However, how much of a person's blood and essence can be replenished every day, and it has to be vomited out three times a day.

Just to replenish the essence and blood that was lost every day, Yu Hongdie was already exhausted.

Her eyes were filled with fatigue and despair, and the former spirit was long gone.

She had been tortured by the blood poison for a year, and her originally purple hair had turned into green-silver, losing its former luster and agility.

There was not a trace of redness on that face, but a sickly paleness that spread throughout the body like a plague.

She let out a miserable laugh, which was full of sorrow and helplessness.

The great cause of the Holy Religion rests on her alone. Can she really carry it?

Not to mention fighting against the blood poison, her strength from the Spirit Transformation Stage is now only at the Nascent Soul Stage.

The cultivation that he once took pride in was eroded by the blood poison and disappeared like a river bursting its dam.

This is the most vicious thing about the blood skull's toxin. It keeps your body in a state of deficiency. No matter how skilled your medical skills are, as long as your replenishment cannot keep up with the consumption of the vomited blood, your injury will never be healed.

Many people finally couldn't bear the torture and chose to commit suicide.

Even those who managed to hold on to the end would only end up suffering lifelong torture.

Their bodies seemed to be imprisoned in an abyss of pain forever, unable to break free and unable to be relieved.

Yu Hongdie took a few breaths before she stood up tremblingly, holding onto the rock wall. Her figure was shaky, as if a slight breeze could blow her down again.

She pulled a rope from her chest and pulled out a round bead. The bead still carried her warm body temperature.

The bead emitted a soft light, like a shining star.

She clenched the beads tightly and prayed silently for a few times. Her lips trembled slightly, her voice was as thin as a mosquito, and her eyes were full of piety and expectation.

The cultivator who was guarding the spirit bead in the upper realm saw the spirit bead in front of him glowing and cast a spell. The madly spinning arrow inside the spirit bead finally stopped.

The monk had a serious face and focused eyes. The magic spells in his hands were shining with mysterious power.

Yu Hongdie stretched out her slender jade hand, and the world spirit bead in her palm also pointed in a direction, exactly the same as the one in front of the cultivator from the upper realm.

There was a glimmer of surprise and determination in her eyes. As long as the bead was there, the great cause of the Holy Religion would remain.

This is her greatest reliance.

People in this world still need to rely on divination to make calculations, but people in the upper world, standing from a God's perspective, have already seen through the overall situation.

In this world full of unknowns and dangers, this world spirit bead is her only guidance and hope.

However, it is almost impossible to achieve communication between the two realms, and one can only rely on a few limited means to obtain the vague information provided by the upper realm.

Every contact with the upper world is like catching a faint ray of light in the darkness, precious and difficult.

The Realm Spirit Pearl is a divine artifact brought down from the upper realm, and it is the child of the one from the upper realm.

When she wants something, she activates the World Spirit Pearl and the two pearls will rotate at the same time. The direction they finally stop at is the place where the people from the upper realm want her to go.

This mysterious and magical power allows her to always have a glimmer of faith even in difficult situations.

Although she didn't know whether she could deal with the one in the fifth realm and four people in the fourth realm in her current situation.

But she knew that the people in the upper realm would not let her die, and they still relied on her to carry the banner of the Holy Religion.

She stuffed the World Spirit Pearl back into her collar, and the spring scenery that accidentally revealed itself filled the entire cold and lonely cave with a spring vibe.

If other cultivators saw this spring scene, they would surely be stunned.

This is another case of beauty causing trouble!

She took a deep breath, forced herself to be strong, and walked with firm steps in the direction indicated by the Realm Spirit Pearl. Her thin back looked extremely strong in the darkness.

The mountain breeze blows gently across the forest.

Her murderous waist, slender and flexible, dragged a snake shadow on the ground, swaying gracefully.

The swaying of the waist is like a silent melody, full of charm and mystery.

Every twist seems to be able to captivate people, attracting their eyes involuntarily and making them indulge in this charming grace.

The mountain breeze seemed to be conquered by her charm and it sang softly around her, adding a touch of agility and fantasy to this graceful figure.