Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Lingxi Valley King Qiye, greetings to all of you."

"Zhuang Baoxiang from Kushan Temple, nice to meet you all."

It was obvious that these people were more afraid of this monk, so they dared not take action.

"My two young men, we are here to ask you to move your carriages and get out of this black flag. Please help us."

Rui Hua Ting was polite and didn't look like he was going to fight with the two people in front of him.

This changed Wang Qiye's view of the Demon Cult. It seemed that they were not just a bunch of unruly and reckless men.

"What if we don't?"

"Then don't blame us brothers and sisters for our cruel methods! Brother, when you attack later, please be careful. I want to have some fun with this Taoist priest in green robes."

Su Yingmeng was wearing revealing clothes, showing off her good figure. She looked at Wang Qiye with seductive eyes and licked his scarlet lips with her lilac tongue. With such a face, she could be ranked among the three most beautiful women in Qi Refining at Qingzhu Peak.

"If you want to hit me, then hit me. Why are you taking more time than me, a monk?"

The square-faced monk was getting impatient waiting.

"Do it!"

Rui Huating opened his folding fan, winked at the people around him, and swung out his magic weapon, creating a wall of air that split the battlefield into two.

"You two should fight quickly and decisively, while we brothers and sisters will tie up this big-headed monk first."

The remaining eight people had surrounded Wang Qiye and blocked him at the side of the air wall according to the plan they had discussed in advance.

"Brother, this time we have a deal. This big monk belongs to you, and the young Taoist in green robe must belong to me!"

Su Yingmeng stood on the side of Zhuang Baoxiang, blocking their way.

"Don't worry, Junior Sister. You are my dual cultivation partner. I will naturally obey you."

Rui Hua Ting was blocking the other side. He looked friendly on the surface, but in his heart he cursed Su Yingmeng. "Bitch, are you qualified to negotiate with me? I will deal with you after the Habala Flag War."

"Thank you, senior brother!"

Su Yingmeng was filled with joy. She stretched out her hand and the pink gourd in her hand sprayed out a crimson mist that covered the three people. For a moment, Zhuang Baoxiang's perception was blocked, but the monk was not panicked and simply closed his eyes.

All we can see here is crimson smoke rising, and we can't see the people inside clearly. Let's put that aside for now and turn the camera to the other side.

One person had already fallen down, seemingly killed by the sneak attack of the clone technique. Wang Qiye and his clone leaned against the air wall, seemingly struggling to hold on.

The magic weapons on the opposite side intersected with each other, and the layers were stacked up, pressing Wang Qiye and his clone's backs against the air wall.

"Crescent Slash"

As a last resort, Wang Qiye could only use a big move. While the opponent was panicked by this wave of attacks, his clone risked his life to rush forward and hugged tightly the one who was slow to dodge, and then cut him in half.

Another one fell, leaving six demon monks. These people looked at each other.

"Shi Jielong, are you okay? This is a tricky idea."

Gu Changwei glanced at the ghost cultivator who was performing a ritual behind him. This Taoist priest from Lingxi Valley should be able to use his ultimate move twice more and drag two people with him. Everyone hesitated for a moment and did not dare to move forward.

"Okay, Li Dashan, get ready."

The ghost monk Jielong left the body he was in, and felt that he was being stared at by a breath. His heart was beating like a drum for no reason, and he turned around and wanted to escape. He glanced ahead and thought that he was forced by the scene of the foundation-building period. In addition, the sun was shining brightly at this time, and the environment was caused by it. He encouraged himself in his heart, killing this beast, it would be a great achievement, and he overcame the trembling of his body.

"I'm waiting for you."

Li Dashan continued to accumulate spiritual power in his right fist and compressed it, to ensure that he would be able to defeat the enemy with one punch.

The other four people breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Li Dashan and Tu Jielong. They looked at the young Taoist in green robe leaning on the air wall as if he were a dead man.

The ghost cultivator Tu Jielong swooped down and leaned over Wang Qiye without any hindrance, but Wang Qiye was stunned.

"He succeeded. Li Dashan, hurry up. He doesn't have any magic weapon to resist the evil spirits. Tu Jielong can only control him for 2 seconds. Hurry up."

Gu Changwei shouted anxiously, if Li Dashan had not given Ruihuating 50 spirit stones, this good job would have been his.

As soon as Gu Changwei shouted, Li Dashan, who had already noticed the movement, had already taken action. He took three quick steps and arrived in front of the green-robed monk. He raised his fist and hit him in the heart. The whole action was smooth and took only 0.5 seconds.

Despite the spiritual armor and spiritual shield, the attack was still unabated. Li Dashan was confident that this punch would break the heart of the young man in green robe. His eyes were fierce and he had a grim smile on his face. He looked at the young man in green robe with a surprised expression. It seemed that he had been frightened.

However, this punch hit the air wall. Before Li Dashan had time to wonder, he felt a pain in his heart and looked at Wentian who was being pulled out in disbelief.

"How can you still move?"

Wang Qiye was still confused as he watched the fist-wielding demon monk in front of him fall down, but the remaining four demon monks all took a step back as if they had seen a ghost.

Just now, Wang Qiye just felt a chill all over his body, and then he felt nothing. Then these people said that they were tricked, and Wang Qiye was so scared that he dared not move at all. He was sweating profusely and hurriedly used his spiritual consciousness to inspect his whole body.

Then, the demon monk who used fists rushed over like he was possessed by a demon, shouting and yelling, and he didn't even dodge or evade Wentian. Wang Qiye thought that this was also a clone used by the opponent, and stepped on the arm of the dead man lying on the ground with his foot. The solid touch he felt didn't seem fake, which was why Wang Qiye was stunned again.

"He is truly controlled by Tu Jielong this time!!!"

A demon sect monk saw that Wang Qiye was immobilized again, and thought it was a rare opportunity, so he raised his short sword and went for the neck. This time, even if the young Taoist in green robe didn't die, he would be seriously injured.

When he was about to stab, Wang Qiye just gently moved aside, and Wentian took advantage of the situation and led another demon sect monk who was possessed by the evil spirit. He did not stop and hit the air wall, and slowly slid down with his face against the air wall. He was only breathing out, and no one was breathing in.

The remaining three demon sect monks took a step back together, their hands holding the magic tools were shaking. Wang Qiye looked at the blood mist blowing away on the air wall, which did not seem fake, and fell into a daze again.

"Let's go, this kid is a bit weird!"

No one was fooled this time. The remaining three Demon Cult monks were on full alert and retreated step by step. Wang Qiye was stunned again when he saw the three Demon Cult monks running farther and farther away.

"What the hell are these people from the devil sect doing?"

No matter how hard Wang Qiye racked his brains, he couldn't figure out what was going on. It was not until he heard a loud noise nearby and the air wall was actually pierced by the monk's palm that Wang Qiye turned around and caught up with a knife in hand.

At this time, the crimson smoke had been almost burned by the flames. A pink-clothed female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect lay on the ground half dead. The pink-robed male cultivator was not much better off, with three large holes cut into his robe by the sword.

The monk looks miserable on the outside, but every move he makes is based on his profound skills, so he shouldn't be a problem.

"What a bunch of losers! Eight people fighting against one person, and they can't even beat him."

Rui Huating opened his folding fan and three hidden missiles flew out, forcing the square-faced monk to retreat. He floated back and glanced at Su Yingmeng who was lying motionless on the ground. The bitch was burned through by the monk's magic fire with scarlet smoke. She was repelled by the martial arts for a while and fainted.

Even if I take her away now, without the help of the scarlet mist, she will not be able to recover in a short time and will become a burden. I simply don't care about her anymore. At worst, I can go back and find another Taoist partner. Although I still have some nostalgia for this girl's skills in bed, my life is more important, so it's better to get out as soon as possible.

Rui Huating did three somersaults backwards, getting farther and farther away from the monk. A knife flashed by, and then he stopped.

"You young idiot, get out of the way!"

Rui Huating fanned out three wind blades in a row, put the paper fan together, and followed the wind blades, holding the fan to stab Wang Qiye.

"Hahaha, you came at the right time. If you want to blame someone, blame your attire. It violates my taboo. No matter what I say today, you have to stay here."

Wang Qiye Wentian knocked lightly three times, but without dodging or evading, he stabbed towards Ruihuating's heart with a knife.

The paper fan tapped lightly, and Rui Huating finally took a serious look at the young Taoist in green robe. He looked a little immature at first glance, but his moves were ruthless. He even wanted to die with him just now. How could he, a mere Qi Refining Stage disciple, be worthy of his life in the Foundation Establishment Stage!

"Little Taoist priest, I advise you to get out of the way, or I will be rude to you!"

After hearing this, Wang Qiye's eyes lit up, he tightened his grip on Wentian's hand and pointed at the person who came.

"Come on, you evil Taoist priest, it makes me upset just looking at you. I advise you to kill yourself, otherwise, you will dirty my sword."

The square-faced monk also stood behind Rui Huating, flexing his wrists, his eyes full of anger. He had just been surrounded by these two monsters in the magic fog, and had suffered several losses. He wanted to get back at them.

"You two, my sister is very good in bed and she is also very pretty. I will leave her to you two. You can do whatever you want with her. Please be kind enough to let me go.

Rui Huating held the fan in both hands and saluted, intending to use courtesy before force.

The female cultivator from the Hehuan Sect who was lying miserably on the ground seemed to have heard it, and two silent tears flowed from the corners of her eyes.

"Hahahaha - this really makes me laugh to death. You, a demon cultivator, are very polite. It makes us two rough guys look uncivilized."

Wang Qiye almost laughed to death, he was amused by Ruihuating.

"It seems that you two are not going to let me go?"

Rui Huating put down his fist and stood with a fan in his right hand. A wave of windless air circulated around his body, causing the hem of his Taoist robe to rustle.

"What if I let it go? What if I don't let it go?"

Wang Qiye felt that this demon cultivator was talking too much nonsense and was not decent at all. However, his hands did not slow down, and his spiritual power continued to gather towards Wentian, and the "Crescent Slash" was ready to be launched.

The square-faced monk inserted his sword into the ground, held one hand as a palm and the other as a fist in front of his chest, and continuously accumulated strength. The place where the palm and the fist met each other continuously emitted golden light.

"If you let him go, it will be good for you, me and everyone else. When we meet next time, I, Rui, will be inferior to you two. If you don't let him go, one of you two will definitely die!"

Ruihuating slowly opened the paper fan, and the fan emitted a bright white light, as if something was brewing.

"Infinite Heavenly Lord!"

"Amitabha!"

"The demon talks too much nonsense!"

"Donor, just go with peace of mind."

Wang Qiye and Zhuang Baoxiang rushed towards Ruihuating at the same time. Ruihuating's eyes flashed, and the paper fan that had been opened suddenly closed, collecting all the precious light into the paper fan. He opened it again with great force, his back was already wet with sweat, and his fingers were bent unnaturally because of too much force.

"Dance of the Wind"

The surrounding wind whistled and swirled around Ruihuating, as if there was a bottomless pit that absorbed all the wind. When the wind calmed down, a circle of wind blades with a green glow surrounded Ruihuating. Slowly, the circles grew larger and larger, sweeping towards the two people who were rushing over.

"Crescent Slash"

"Zhengshan Fist"

Wang Qiye's eyes lit up, and a heat surged through his body. He took a horse stance and held Wentian high behind him. Just like the millions of times he had faced the black iron bamboo, he gathered all his strength and chopped down Wentian with the Crescent Slash.

Zhuang Baoxiang opened his mouth, his whole body glowing with golden light, and he lightly stepped on the ground, spinning like a top to face the wind blade. When there was still one punch left, it was already a golden fist, carrying the momentum of a tumbling, and smashed over with a grim smile on his face.

"boom--"

The broken wind blade was no longer under control and split into numerous small wind blades, sweeping in all directions in disorder, and even its owner was not spared.

Wang Qiye only had time to close his eyes before the storm of blades came. Fu Lu only lasted for a second before it dissipated. It was like a steel knife scraping bones and slashing back and forth on his body. Thanks to years of physical training, he finally managed to withstand it. At this time, Wang Qiye was miserable. Not to mention a single hair on his body, not even a single hair was left. Bloodstains covered his body. The Taoist robe had long been disintegrated by the wind blades, as if he was wearing a bloody shirt.

Wang Qiye quickly took out a black suit from his storage bag and put it on, then he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hahaha, Taoist Priest, you're a step too slow!"

A naked monk grabbed Rui Huating's neck like a dead fish, but he was tormented to death by the storm just now.