Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Boom——"

Suddenly, a dazzling flash of lightning pierced the night sky, like a giant dragon dancing in the sky. Its light was so strong that it illuminated half of Habara. At the same time, a strong wind blew, as if to cheer for the rainstorm. The wind was like a ferocious beast, roaring and raging, blowing the raindrops violently in all directions. The rain poured down more violently with the help of the wind, forming a dense rain curtain. The whole world was shrouded in this rain curtain, making people feel an irresistible force.

The thunder seemed to sound the clarion call for attack. Pairs of big feet stepped in the muddy puddles, splashing water on trouser legs, but no one cared.

"Ah, go!"

Looking at the crowd that had gathered again and rushed over, Wang Qiye opened his arms, took a deep breath, and looked crazy. "People who do good really get good rewards. The monk really didn't lie to me."

The footsteps were getting closer and closer. The demon monks wearing colorful Taoist robes, under the heavy reward, surrounded them from all sides. Even when they were ten steps away, they did not slow down their killing pace.

"And Fu Lu, hide quickly——"

Someone shouted loudly, and stars lit up in all directions, flying in all directions. The surrounding demon monks were so frightened that this black-robed bald man was so rich that they hurriedly used all their skills to show their magical powers.

Wang Qiye only scattered 227 attack talismans around, and then he stopped looking at the results. He chose a direction with the most people, and 500 magic torrents, in this dark daytime, were like a bright fire, fireball magic, earth cone magic, shadow magic... wrapped around Wang Qiye.

Wentian flashed, and another head flew up in the chaos. The demon cultivators could only barely hold on in this torrent of magic. Another knife flashed, and another demon cultivator who couldn't dodge in time fell. When this wave of magic subsided, five more demon cultivators fell on the field.

Such actions did not scare away the crowd. Such a dense torrent of magic could not kill people. Everyone had a plan to deal with it. Those who fell were all killed by Wentian's sneak attack.

"He must be wealthy and have valuables on him. Whoever kills him, I, Fan Shiliang, guarantee that the things will belong to him, and I will protect him!"

It was this kind of rich behavior that made many demon monks jealous. Fan Shiliang seized the opportunity and encouraged them again. Even he himself was tempted by the black-robed bald man's wealth, his breathing became faster, and he held down the sword in his hand. "Old buddy, wait a little longer, now is not the time, let these people go and test his strength."

"One by one, in a round-robin battle."

Seeing that everyone was hesitant and afraid of encountering another flood of magic, Fang Qingtian spoke in a deep voice, stuck a big spear in his hand into the mud, and looked at Fan Shiliang secretly. The two had already discussed the distribution plan.

"Yes, whoever takes a knife will get 10 spiritual stones from the final spoils, and the rest will go to the one who chopped off his head. Such overwhelming wealth is right in front of you. There are not many opportunities for such a rich kid to be left alone!"

Fan Shiliang is indeed good at controlling people's hearts and his language is very artistic. The demon cultivators looked at the bald man, as if they saw a mountain of gold and silver, and their mouths were dry for a moment.

"what--"

A big reward will always attract brave men. A black-robed demon cultivator jumped out, stirring up the mist with a soft whip, making it hard to see clearly.

Anyway, his attack talisman was gone, so Wang Qiye was too lazy to remind them. Although the round-robin battle was disadvantageous to him, they didn't seem to have an advantage either. Kill one to get back the money, kill two and earn a pair.

Wentian pointed his hands diagonally at the ground, without dodging or evading, and was hit by a whip, but it was just a tickle.

“I hit it!”

"10 Spiritual Stones, noted."

This made Whip retreat just after he hit him, and Fan Shiliang reported his gains in time. Anyway, it was not his own money, not to mention whether Baldy had so many spiritual stones, so it was unknown whether Whip could get the spiritual stones in the end.

But it is this tiny hope that allows those pairs of eyes under the dim sky to brave the storm, cut through the thorns and dare to take gold.

"I come!"

Another green-robed demon cultivator walked out, with a Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand. In the rain, it was like a huge arrow, spinning and stabbing forward.

Wang Qiye chopped three times, but he couldn't stop the spinning force. Wentian knocked the tip of Fang Tian Huaji with another slash, and the whole person rose from the ground, turned over and touched the spear shaft, and stepped on the back of the green-robed demon cultivator. He kicked the green-robed demon cultivator out of the battlefield with force, and without looking at the result, he flew to attack another blue-robed demon cultivator who jumped down.

The flashes of swords and sabers intertwined, and with the force of his feet, Wang Qiye pressed Wentian into the opponent's throat and gently slashed it. He looked up at the next opponent, and there was a sound of falling to the ground behind him. There were 19 left.

The monk in yellow robe holding a crescent-shaped sword showed no panic on his face. He dragged the sword across the mud, plowing a white mark in the rain. As he approached, a silver carp rose from the ground, baring its fangs.

"The Art of Clone"

Wang Qiye did not intend to fight this demon cultivator head-on. He took advantage of the gap when the clone technique dodged and stabbed him in the chest. The clone held the still water and slashed through his incredible neck, leaving 18.

The blue-robed demon monk who had just jumped out was stunned for a moment when he saw two Wang Qiye suddenly appear. Wang Qiye didn't have the time to explain to him first. He and his clones attacked him from both sides in just a few steps. Only then did he panic and wanted to retreat temporarily, but Wang Qiye stepped on his spear with one foot, and the clone took the opportunity to send Zhishui into his back. There were still 17 more.

The battle here had just ended, and a demon cultivator jumped out from each side, a red-robed man wielding a knife, and a pink-robed female cultivator wielding a sword.

Wang Qiye wiped his face with his hand and glanced at the sky. This rain would not stop for a while. The rain flowed down his cheeks and into his mouth. After only half an hour, he felt that all the water in his body had been drained. It was more fun to fight in the rain. At least, he would not die of thirst.

After swallowing the rain water, Wang Qiye Wentian tapped three times lightly and was forced back three steps by the red-robed man. He shifted his position with his clone and was faced with a soft sword.

The female cultivator panicked for a moment and only dared to point a sword curtain in front of her, which even blocked the wind and rain. When the sword curtain dissipated, the bald man in the black robe in front of her had disappeared. Looking at the scene in front of her, she couldn't help but feel her heart breaking.

"No!"

Wang Qiye pulled out Wentian from the red-robed man's chest. This knife even pierced through his clone. He quickly released the clone technique and recovered half of his spiritual power. Then he turned to look at the pink-robed female cultivator, grinning with cruelty, as if he was staring at a lamb to be slaughtered.

"I will fight you!" The pink-robed female cultivator's eyes were filled with grief and anger. She gritted her teeth, used all her strength, swung the sword in her hand fiercely, and stabbed forward.

The sword was extremely fast, bringing with it a sharp sword energy that seemed to tear the air apart. The sword body flashed with cold light in the rain, making people shudder.

As the pink-robed female cultivator moved, her aura continued to rise. She was like a beast that was forced into a desperate situation, bursting out with astonishing power.

At this moment, she no longer cared about anything else. She only had one thought in her mind - to fight the enemy to the death! No matter how great the price, she had to let the enemy know how powerful she was.

Wang Qiye did not choose to dodge, and let her stab into her stomach, and Wentian pulled it out from her heart, ending the doomed couple. The female cultivator of the demon sect did not dodge either, and let Wentian stab her heart directly, but her resolute look seemed to have killed Wang Qiye.

Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lower back. Wang Qiye slapped the person behind him and sent him flying. Damn, he was attacked by someone. Without time to cover the wound on his lower back, Wang Qiye pulled out Wentian with one hand and grabbed the soft sword with the other hand and swung it out fiercely. He was already covered in cold sweat.

He quickly slapped four more talismans on his body, and the spiritual shield and spiritual armor covered his entire body again. As the light of the rejuvenation talisman on his body just lit up, a blade of energy burst out and shattered the light shield.

Wang Qiye quickly rolled on the ground and dodged another sword energy. There were still 15 demon cultivators left. These people were like jackals smelling a scent, surrounding them. As long as they had a chance, they would pounce on them and take a bite.

"He has stopped attacking Fu Lu!"

Fan Shiliang encouraged them again. At this rate, if three more lives were lost, the bald man in black robe should fall.

In the dimness, those pairs of scorching lights became brighter.

A flying sword passed by Wang Qiye, and a big man holding a steel spear stabbed him close. Now Wang Qiye was injured, and the attacks came one after another, not giving him a chance to breathe.

"Crescent Slash"

Rather than fighting with this reckless man, it is better to capture him as soon as possible. Otherwise, the man with the dagger will catch the opportunity and stab you in the back, which will not be worth it.

Just as the demon cultivator who was split in half fell down, a big knife attacked again, pressing Wang Qiye into the storm and knocking out a path in the rain.

Wang Qiye felt the pain in his lower back again. Damn, this dagger really knows how to find an opportunity and escape as soon as it touches him.

Enduring the severe pain in his back, Wang Qiye and the white-robed demon cultivator in front of him stood in the rain, taking a few breaths and drinking some rain water.

Before the two could separate, a long spear pierced through Wang Qiye's back without slowing down, and only stopped after piercing through the chest of the white-robed demon cultivator.

"Well done, Fellow Daoist Fang. The Qiu Mo Shan Dian Cang Spear Technique is indeed worthy of its reputation."

Vaseline praised loudly, adding a bit of arrogance in the rain.

The black-robed man who was wielding the dagger had his forearm trembling slightly. If he had been a little greedy just now, he would have been like the white-robed demon cultivator who was wielding the knife, and would have been turned into a gourd, with only the space to exhale and no space to inhale.

"Van Shiliang, stop talking nonsense. It's up to you now. If you can't get it, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Fang Qingtian stood in the rain with his arms folded, and an iron spear naturally stood beside him. No matter how strong the wind and rain were, it could not be shaken at all.

"Hahahaha—just wait and see!"

Fan Shiliang took off the ghost-head sword on his back, grinned with his big teeth showing, jumped out, and his eyes flashed a terrifying look, as if he was staring at a stunningly beautiful lady.

Several demon cultivators who wanted to finish off the enemy stopped and retreated, so as not to obstruct Fan Shiliang's eyes and get chopped down.