Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

It was not until this moment that Wang Qiye realized the gap between himself and the square-faced monk. It was actually in integrity and shame. He could only shake his head helplessly. Alas, he didn't die again.

"Hehehe, this foundation-building cultivator's storage bag belongs to me, and that chick belongs to you. It's settled."

Zhuang Baoxiang made a distribution plan by himself, and Wang Qiye naturally had no objection, and began to walk towards the five people who had just fallen. This foundation-building cultivator was originally the opponent of this monk, and Wang Qiye had no intention of competing for him. The dying counterattack of the foundation-building period should not be underestimated.

I only found one storage bag. I am really poor. It is better to have the three Feiyun Sect monks I killed. Each of them has a storage bag. I will put these together with the spoils I got from Feiyun Sect. I will open them later. Now I have to hurry up to recover my spiritual power.

Grabbing the unconscious Su Yingmeng's hair, he dragged her to the flagpole. The demon cultivator had very little spiritual power left, so he didn't need to worry about her. Then he sat down, meditated and adjusted his breathing, but a pair of vicious eyes kept staring at his neck.

"It would be wise for you to run away now. If you want to die, I don't mind giving you a ride. After all, there is no restriction on killing each other in our contract."

Yu Jinyan then retracted her gaze and glared at Wang Qiye unwillingly, hating that he was not beaten to death by the demon cultivator of the Hehuan Sect just now. He was really disappointing. After watching the battle just now, she felt that the deaths of her three fellow disciples were aggrieved, and she couldn't help but feel fortunate that Senior Brother Ma didn't go up, otherwise the final outcome would be hard to say.

Glancing around, Yingying saw that the demon sect had been defeated again. This time, even the foundation-building masters were defeated here. They must be more fully prepared next time. Maybe leaving now would allow her to survive, but as a weak woman, could she really get away safely? But if she didn't leave now, when the demon sect attacked again, the demon leader would fall, and she would probably be unable to escape. Well, then she must see the demon leader's miserable appearance with her own eyes to comfort the souls of her dead fellow disciples.

Now Yu Jinyan is not so confident in "Qi Shang". After this demon recovers, Senior Brother Ma comes to her. Is there really a chance? A chill hits her heart. Yu Jinyan tightens her Taoist robe and feels a little cold all over. A tear falls from the corner of her eye. What if Senior Brother Ma is also killed by this demon? What should she do?

Women are sentimental, but this square-faced monk is much more carefree. After changing into new clothes, he found a corner and fell asleep, even shouting "Amitabha" in his dream.

Four hours later, Wang Qiye finished his practice. The moon was dim and the stars were sparse. It was pitch black all around. The chirping of unknown insects began to sound again, finally bringing some life to this dead place.

Wang Qiye took out a sesame cake and threw it at his feet. The demon monk who was pretending to be asleep then grabbed the sesame cake and ate it carefully, crying as he ate.

"Eat quickly, or you'll be bloated to death later."

The magic tools, talismans, and spiritual stones on her body had been collected by Wang Qiye. As a Taoist companion of a foundation-building cultivator, she didn't even have a storage bag. Even Wang Qiye looked down on her.

"Master Dao, please, I have a reason why I can't die here. As long as you let me go, I will do anything!"

After hearing this, the demon cultivator turned pale with shock. He no longer cared about his stomach and held Wang Qiye's feet tightly, begging desperately.

Naturally, Yu Jinyan also put a few days' worth of food in her storage bag. She sat not far from Wang Qiye, watching the miserable appearance of the demon cultivator with cold eyes, cursing inwardly that he deserved it and that she could only blame him for being born in the wrong camp.

"Get out of here, don't force me to kill you now."

Wang Qiye kicked her away in disgust. In fact, this woman was pretty and had a good figure, but the conflict between good and evil was playing tricks on her in her heart.

Su Yingmeng seemed to have lost her soul. She took a small bite of the pancake unconsciously and tried to eat slowly. It would be best if someone from the Demon Sect attacked her at this time so that she could take the opportunity to escape.

Wang Qiye ignored her. He didn't know where the monk had gone and was still sleeping. He ate two pancakes, cast a water ball spell, drank his fill, and prepared to deal with the woman before counting the spoils.

"Have you decided how to die?"

Wang Qiye felt that he was not a hesitant person, but he couldn't bring himself to do anything to this unarmed person.

After hearing this, the female nun dropped most of the pancake, buried her head deeply in her knees, and cried bitterly, playing a sad song of fate in the silent night.

"Yu Jinyan, come and kill me, and I'll give you 100 spirit stones."

Wang Qiye turned his head to the side, as if he didn't dare to look at the miserable appearance of the female cultivator. He took out 100 spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them in front of him.

"Why, are you feeling sorry for me? I won't."

It was so hard to see the ugly appearance of this devil, how could Yu Jinyan follow his wish? She opened her eyes wide, ready to watch this good show.

"200 spiritual stones!"

Wang Qiye gritted his teeth, took out another 100 spirit stones from his storage bag and placed them in front of him.

"Hmph, you deserve it."

Watching the demon's violent inner struggle, Yu Jinyan exclaimed that it was so exciting. The 200 spirit stones had already impressed her, but in the face of the hatred of her fellow disciples, what could be more satisfying than torturing an enemy!

"300 Spiritual Stones, this is my bottom line. If it doesn't work, I'll do it myself!"

Wang Qiye felt a little distressed and took out another 100 spirit stones and placed them in front of him.

Yu Jinyan was dazzled by the 300 spiritual stones, and her mind was shaken for a while, but then a greater pleasure filled her body. She tried her best to turn her head halfway, her face flushed, her eyes seductive, and she only dared to look at Wang Qiye with her peripheral vision. This tingling sensation came one after another, like a group of ants crawling over her skin, and she gasped like a dead fish.

Wang Qiye knew that this girl had made up her mind not to help him. It was not a matter of how many spiritual stones there were. With a dark face, he put the 300 spiritual stones on the ground into his storage bag, took out a knife from it, and walked to the side of the female cultivator of the Demon Sect.

Grabbing her hair and pulling her head away from his knees, he saw a pair of lifeless eyes that were red from crying. They were like fallen leaves in the wind, which would disappear when the wind blew.

Wang Qiye took a deep breath, not daring to look into those eyes. He lifted her head over his knees and put the knife on her soft neck.

"Give me a reason not to kill you."

As if grabbing a life-saving straw, those eyes regained their luster, and like a frightened deer, they looked towards the other side and hugged Wang Qiye's thigh tightly.

"Master Dao, I can sleep with you. They all say that I am very talented in bed. I will definitely not let you down!"

Yu Jinyan felt another wave of pleasure, which overwhelmed her brain and almost made her scream. The uglier this demon behaved, the stronger this feeling became.

"Anything else, not this!"

Wang Qiye felt that everyone in this cult had problems with their brains and only looked at things from their own perspective, so he could only give them a reminder.

“Hahahaha – I can’t hold on any longer.”

Yu Jinyan stopped pretending and laughed out loud, holding her stomach. Tears of happiness flowed from the corners of her eyes, making her curl up on the ground like a shrimp.

"Master Dao, I know everything. It will definitely be useful to you. I learn things very quickly."

Su Yingmeng hugged Wang Qiye's thighs more and more tightly, as if if she let go now, it would be all over.

"Will Fu Lu know how?"

Originally, Wang Qiye thought it was nothing. He didn't know why Yu Jinyan laughed so loudly. The strange thing was that his old face turned red under the influence of the sound. At this moment, he wished he could find a hole in the ground to crawl into.

"Yes! Yes! Master Dao, I can."

Seeing the demon sect female cultivator nodding her head like a chicken pecking at rice, Wang Qiye finally breathed a sigh of relief. He felt as if a rope was tied around his neck. He let go of the knife and her hair.

"Let go and follow me."

Wang Qiye took out a dozen talisman papers, talisman pens, and ten bottles of monster heart blood and placed them on a stone platform. These were all confiscated.

Wang Qiye gave the demon cultivator a look, and Su Yingmeng walked forward hesitantly. When Yu Jinyan got up from the ground, her clothes were already stained with some dirt, but she didn't care at all. She walked over with an interested look on her face, and her mouth never closed.

"Write!"

Wang Qiye glared at Yu Jinyan and urged the female cultivator of the Demon Sect.

Su Yingmeng's hand holding the talisman pen was trembling, and she was unable to weave a talisman during the day.

"Hahaha--"

At first Wang Qiye thought she was nervous, until Yu Jinyan couldn't hold back her laughter anymore and lay on the ground, then Wang Qiye's eyes gradually turned cold.

"You lied to me"

Su Yingmeng threw down the talisman pen in her hand, knowing that she could not pretend any longer, and kowtowing on the ground to beg for mercy. Each kowtow echoed with laughter in the silent night.

"Master Dao, I didn't mean to lie to you. Just give me some time and I can really learn it. Please, give me another chance!"

"Hahahaha - Wang Qiye, hahahaha - you also have this day. Oh, I can't take it anymore, hahahaha - I'm really dying of laughter"

Yu Jinyan rolled on the ground laughing.

Wang Qiye grabbed the hair again so that she could not kowtow anymore. When the cold knife was placed on her neck again, two lines of tears flowed down her face, and her little mouth opened like a dead fish.

"Master Dao, please give me another chance!"

"Okay, do you know how to use the formation?"

As if comforting himself, Wang Qiye looked calm and spoke as he pressed the knife into the soft neck.

"Master, I can do it. Master, I really can do it. Master, please don't cut me anymore. I'm almost suffocating."

"She's lying, kill her now!!!"

Yu Jinyan sat up from the ground, and before she recovered from her laughter, she was out of breath for a moment. She was met with a pair of eyes dug out from the bottom of the ten thousand year old ice valley, and was frozen into an ice sculpture on the spot.

"She said she would."

Wang Qiye spoke word by word, staring at the female cultivator of Feiyun Sect, and felt his voice become hoarse. He took out a rejuvenation talisman from his storage bag and stuck it on the female cultivator of the Demon Sect who was covering her neck and breathing heavily through her mouth. A ball of green light rose above her, which made her feel a little better.

"She must be lying!"

At this moment, Yu Jinyan no longer had her previous composure. She crawled over from the ground in panic and hugged Wang Qiye's thigh.

"Listen to me, she must be lying. This demon sect is full of people who tell lies all the time. She just lied to you once. Yes, she just lied to you."

Wang Qiye's gradually cold gaze now had a bit of warmth, and he even had the leisure to smooth Yu Jinyan's messy hair behind her ears.

"It's okay. I'm a kind person. I'll always give those who have made mistakes some opportunities. It depends on whether she can seize them."