Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

After passing through the mirror, he felt an intense dizziness. Just as he calmed down a little, before Wang Qiye could open his eyes and was still unaware of his surroundings, he felt a ball of energy coming at him.

Only relying on blurred vision and the sound of wind, Wang Qiye dodged an incoming spear. He did not feel cold sweat, timidity or fear. Instead, a surge of hot blood rose from the bottom of his heart and quickly flowed through his body. How long had he waited for this moment? If there was not an enemy beside him that needed to be dealt with urgently, Wang Qiye really wanted to kneel down and kiss this land.

"Wang Qiye came here to die"

He roared in his heart, but his feet did not stop. The two balls of energy rushed in both directions and greeted a fist. After one punch broke a light shield, Wang Qiye's other fist arrived. It felt like a fist hitting the flesh, and it was so refreshing that Wang Qiye felt his blood boiling.

Licking his dry lips, Wang Qiye stretched out his hand to push away the corpse lying on his shoulder. He looked around and found that there were no enemies. He was confused for a moment. A wandering soul wanted to escape, but it floated into Wang Qiye's arms and into the body of the soul-devouring snake. Wang Qiye, who had not opened his eyes, could not find it.

A huge green cover can be seen in the sky, which means that this place has boundaries. Although there are many hills, forests and peaks around, they can't stop the ten flags that reach into the sky.

In the battle for the Habara flag, hiding on the edge would get you nothing, because this was originally a barren land, and traces of destruction by monks could be seen everywhere on the ground.

He accepted the cultivator's Qi Refining artifact and took out more than ten talismans and five spirit stones from his arms.

"So poor!"

Yes, this is not a secret realm in survival mode. There is no need to bring a storage bag and too many spirit stones. I'm afraid that some sects have always focused on contribution points and are reluctant to even give out spirit stones.

"Alas, this is just a good deal for his sect!"

After complaining, Wang Qiye put all these into his storage bag. He identified a direction, untied Wentian, and held it in his hand. He walked towards the center of the map, the black flag in the distance.

After walking for just ten minutes, a figure appeared out of nowhere in front of him. Without thinking, Wang Qiye drew out his Wentian Sword and slashed at him.

A big head flew up into the sky, and the man didn't even dodge? He didn't even have any defense? Wang Qiye, who was standing aside with a knife in his hand, couldn't believe it for a moment, but the dead man's three souls and seven spirits had already been taken away by a soul-eating snake in his arms.

"Could this person be the unlucky fellow who was just teleported down and hasn't recovered from the dizziness yet?"

After a stalemate, Wang Qiye felt that it was very likely, so he stepped forward to collect the spoils.

"Hey, there's a storage bag? I'm rich, I got 1000 spirit stones."

The ownerless storage bag had dissipated along with the original owner's soul, and the spiritual imprint on it had also been erased. Using spiritual consciousness to probe into it, the ownerless storage bag was not locked, and there was a Qi Refining Stage magic weapon, a dozen talisman papers, 100 pieces, various bottles and jars, more than 100, more than ready-made talismans, and spirit stones.

"It seems that this person is a main force of a sect! It's really unlucky. Once a main force of these small sects dies, they basically have no chance in this Habala Flag-grabbing Battle, because part of the means to turn the tables is in my hands now."

Wang Qiye put the spirit stones and ready-made talismans into his storage bag. He did not touch the bottles, jars and talisman papers and put them all into the storage bag.

Wang Qiye was very satisfied with the harvest when he first entered the Habala Flag-Grabbing Battle. Including his original gains, there were now 1453 spiritual stones, two Qi Refining Stage instruments, 124 talismans, and a storage bag in his storage bag.

After calming down, Wang Qiye stood up and walked towards the hill and the big flag.

"Fellow Daoist, please stay! Wang is determined to die, can you please make it easier for him?"

Wang Qiye stopped a female cultivator, whose figure and appearance were consistent with the average level of cultivation civilization, and comparable to the car models of old times.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry to reunite with my fellow apprentices, so I hope you can help me and let me go. I'm very grateful to you, Wang Daoyou, for your kindness. If I have the chance, I will definitely repay you."

"get out!"

Although Wang Qiye wanted to die, he felt that killing someone who had lost the will to fight would dirty his hands.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist. I'm leaving now!"

The female cultivator thought she had misheard and was stunned for three seconds before quickly leaving. When she was a long way away, she looked back and saw that the man had not followed her. Only then did she confirm that she was safe and she couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I didn't expect that person to be so easy to talk to?"

He didn't dare to stop at the moment, so he took out the locator, sensed it, and ran quickly in a certain direction.

After saying goodbye to the female cultivator, Wang Qiye just cursed in his heart, "How can such a person be qualified to talk about immortality?" Then he continued to walk forward.

"My two Taoist friends, I wish to die, can you please make it easier for me?"

Before Wang Qiye could finish his words, he walked a few miles and met two strange monks. In front of him, a big man in black had already rushed over with a big knife. His companion, a little old man in black, took out a hunting bow-like weapon from his back, and drew a feather arrow from the quiver on his waist, pulled the bow to full strength, and shot an arrow at Wang Qiye.

The black-clad man hadn't arrived yet, but the arrow had already arrived. The tip of the arrow reflected the cold light and passed by Wang Qiye's head. A tuft of hair that was casually scattered behind his head fell lightly.

Wang Qiye licked his lips and said, "Yes, that's the feeling. It seems that only with this feeling can I feel that I am a human being!"

"Is it possible to die this time?"

The rising blood flowed through his body as the black-clothed man walked. Wang Qiye closed his eyes, drew out Wentian, and greedily inhaled the sweet air.

Without opening his eyes, he took a side step, and an arrow flew past his ear. When he opened his eyes again, they were glowing red due to excessive excitement.

The big man in black was not scared by this appearance. He raised his sword high, took a small leap, and chopped at the opponent.

Wang Qiye rolled over like a lazy donkey, slipped under his crotch, and blocked an incoming arrow with his Wentian grid. He smiled at the old man and quickly chased after him.

"How dare you, little thief!"

The big man in black turned around, not expecting the man who had said such a cruel thing to be so unbearable. His face flushed red, his sword dragged on the ground, and he quickly chased after him.

The old man in black was also panicked, and he fired arrows continuously, retreating while shooting. The man in green robe was getting closer and closer, dodging or blocking, especially when he saw another layer of light armor on his body, knowing that there was no chance, he dropped the hunting bow in his hand, pulled out a short knife from his waist, and two talismans rose in his right hand.

"As long as I can hold on to this Taoist priest in green robe for a while, my companions will arrive and I can get away safely!"

The old man in black dodged sideways to avoid Wentian's slash, looked at the incoming fist, sneered secretly in his heart, and faced the fist with the tip of the dagger.

Wang Qiye changed his fist into a claw and stretched out his hand to grab the dagger tightly, ignoring the piercing pain and the black blood on the wound. He opened his mouth and revealed a cruel smile.

"You got Fooled!"

He let go of Wentian in his hand and held Zhishui in his right hand. The cold light followed Wang Qiye's grinning face and illuminated the pale face of the old man in black.

The footsteps behind him became heavier, but the sound of the old man in black's hammering heart became louder and louder. He tried to pull back the dagger several times but to no avail. He finally decided to throw away the dagger, but a monk in green holding a short knife had already put it in his arms.

Wang Qiye pulled out the still water from the chest of the old man in black, turned his head and looked at the black-clothed man who had stopped in shock. He squatted down pretending to be calm, first wiped the blood stains on the still water with the black robe, and then began to search the old man's belongings as if no one was around.

Seeing the Taoist priest in green robe taking out several talismans and three spirit stones from the arms of the old man in black, he could no longer restrain himself and raised his knife to chop at him as he saw the Taoist priest in green robe not treating him as a human being.

"Thief, take your life!"

After forcing the last drop of black blood out of his body, the hands searching for spoils grabbed the corpse on the ground and threw it towards the black-clothed man. Taking advantage of the opportunity to block his view, Wang Qiye's squatting feet exerted force and rushed towards the black-clothed man, sticking to the corpse.

The big man cut the body in half with one knife, but from behind the half-broken body, a sharp spike was getting closer and closer to the throat. His eyes were wide open, but he could only watch, a feeling of powerlessness rose from his heart, and he tried his best to move the neck away.

Looking at the big man in black who fell down unwillingly, Wang Qiye sighed, waved his hand to shake off the blood on the Zhishui, put it back to his waist, bent over and began to touch the spoils.

The big man in black had a big sword, 13 talismans, and 6 spiritual stones. The old man in black had a hunting bow, a short sword, 3 spiritual stones, 6 talismans, 30 arrows, and four bottles.

I guess the bottle contains poison and antidote. I stuffed all of them into my storage bag.

I took a look at the harvest: 1462 spirit stones, 4 Qi Refining instruments, 140 talismans, and a storage bag.

He nodded with satisfaction, looked around, found a direction, stepped on the gravel in the mountains, held the sky with his hand, and walked forward.

These two poor souls fell under the sword, naturally could not escape the mercy of the soul-eating snake. They didn't even have a chance to struggle before they fell into that little vicious mouth.