Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Wang Qiye held down the gun and cut it off at the root with Wentian, thus saving the gourd from danger. He couldn't pull it out yet, otherwise he would be unable to move on the spot, and they would just have to wait for him to bleed to death.

Although the pain is still unbearable now, it is much gentler than the pain from daily body training.

Wang Qiye turned around and looked at Fan Shiliang who was charging at him with a ghost-headed broadsword. He then looked up at the people around him who were staring at him with eager eyes. He felt refreshed and a sense of enlightenment converged in his heart. At this moment of life and death, Wang Qiye broke through the thirteenth level of Qi Refining and officially became a foundation-building cultivator.

Sure enough, fighting was the fastest way to advance. Before he could even feel it, Wang Qiye aimed Wentian at Fan Shiliang. The strong winds around him showed no sign of stopping, and Wang Qiye had no reason to stop. It was this desperate situation, a life-or-death situation. How long had he waited for this moment? He drained all his spiritual power.

"One Mind Flows"

"No regrets for the sword"

A sword pierced through Fan Shiliang's heart, and a ghost-head sword pierced through Wang Qiye's chest.

Looking at the many demon cultivators rushing towards him, Wang Qiye knew that he could not move for 90 seconds. Even without these 90 seconds of control, his spiritual power would have run out, and his eyelids were getting heavier.

In a trance, he saw a towering black shadow rising from the ground, but at this moment Wang Qiye had already fallen to the ground holding Vashon Liang.

The eyes of the wolves around them lit up. They sensed that the spiritual power of the black-robed bald monk was as weak as a candle. Although another foundation-building monk had died, even a three-year-old boy could stab him to death with one knife. People gathered around them, running fast in the rain, and they no longer cared about Fang Qingtian's sharp eyes.

The light around them suddenly dimmed, and the already dim sky became darker and darker, and suddenly it was pitch dark. It was clearly broad daylight, but such a strange thing happened. Everyone stopped walking for a moment without knowing what was going on. If they could not feel the heavy rain falling, everyone would have thought that they had been in a different environment.

When the light gradually returned, everyone stared in the same direction. The pressure emanating from each step seemed to still retain the majesty of heaven and earth, making people feel awe and dare not challenge it. As the pace slowly moved forward, the demon cultivators retreated step by step, sweat oozing from their foreheads and soaking their backs. They didn't even dare to blink their eyes, for fear that they would be drawn into the endless darkness if they were not careful.

"He's only one person, and we still have 12. Don't be afraid, let's fight him!"

Someone shouted in the crowd, and everyone woke up from their fear. Looking at Wang Qiye lying on the ground with a big knife stuck in his stomach, they thought that this man was extremely rich and it was worth risking their lives for him!

"what--"

It seemed that one of the demon cultivators was stretched too thin and could no longer bear it. His eyes turned red and he rushed forward shouting.

The black-faced monk just dodged and smashed his head with one punch.

"Boom——"

At this moment, a flash of lightning flashed across the sky, and everyone could see clearly that the foundation-building monk who had been dazzling in the rain was a bald man wearing black clothes and his whole body was as black as charcoal.

If it weren't for the huge difference in size between the two people, everyone would have thought that this person was the soul of the person lying on the ground.

"Four people entangled him, and Hu Xiaodao found an opportunity to take the storage bag."

Fang Qingtian roared loudly to encourage everyone.

The unknown is the most terrifying. When everyone sees it clearly, they are not so scared. Wealth is right in front of us. It makes no sense to retreat at this moment.

Among the 11 demon cultivators, four cultivators jumped out immediately and surrounded and killed the charred monk. Hu Xiaodao avoided him from a distance, ready to succeed as soon as he got the chance.

After the four demon cultivators surrounded Jiao Tan, Hu Xiaodao began to approach Wang Qiye. Two long spears attacked the monk, and the monk stretched out two pairs of big hands, which were also as black as ink. He grabbed the two spears and pulled hard, and the two demon cultivators fell into the arms of Jiao Tan monk.

The other two demon cultivators were shocked and hurriedly used their magic weapons to rescue them. However, the two charcoal fists had already pierced through the chests of the two spear-wielding demon cultivators. With a shake of his fists, he threw the two bodies to the other two demon cultivators who were close to him. Then he pulled out a ring knife from his back, which flashed with cold light, and crashed into one of the bodies.

The sword pierced through the body of the man who used the spear, and then mercilessly pierced through the body of another man! The bloody smell filled the air, making people sick. The wide-open eyes seemed to be spewing fire, full of murderous intent and determination. Among the four besiegers, the only one left was so frightened that his liver and gallbladder were about to burst and his shit was pissing. He dropped the body in his arms without hesitation and ran away like a frightened rabbit. His heart was beating like thunder and his legs were weak, as if there was an evil ghost chasing him from behind. He just ran desperately and didn't dare to look back.

"You are sneaky and despicable!"

Zhuang Baoxiang's eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. He leaned forward slightly, then suddenly exerted force and kicked the spear under his feet. The spear shot into the rain like a flash of lightning, at a speed so fast that it was astonishing.

"This is impossible!!!"

Hu Xiaodao's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. He looked down at the spear in his chest, his heart full of doubts and confusion. His invisibility skills had always been successful, so how could he be discovered so easily?

He really couldn't figure out how Zhuang Baoxiang did it. Could it be that the other party had some special ability or skill to see through his invisibility? Or did Zhuang Baoxiang just happen to guess his position? Hu Xiaodao's mind kept flashing with various thoughts, and he fell to the ground.

How could he know that when the possessed Zhuang Baoxiang looked at them, no matter how they hid, they were like a big light bulb in the dark night.

In a blink of an eye, five of the 12 demon cultivators died and one escaped, leaving only six. Everyone was terrified, Fang Qingtian wanted to leave, but he was unwilling to do so, so he jumped out.

"I'll lead the charge, and the three of you will fight the monk with me. The remaining two will go straight to the bald man in black robes, quickly take the storage bag and retreat."

Fang Qingtian knew that if he didn't go up, the team would be scattered. This was the last chance, and he believed that with his own strength, he could still hold on for a while.

"Made, fight!"

Seeing Fang Qingtian standing in front of them and casually performing a gun dance, they could not help but feel more confident. They all picked up their magic weapons and began to act according to the instructions.

"This is a rare opportunity. Everyone can get a big share. Most importantly, we only need to divide it into six parts! If we retreat now and wait for the next attack, even if we succeed, how much benefit can we get!"

"Everyone, this is your only chance. Give it a try and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle. After this deal, I believe you won't have to worry about your livelihood anymore. After all, everyone can see how wealthy that bald man in black robe is!"

In order to prevent others from not contributing, Fang Qingtian still shouted a few slogans, also to cheer himself up.

“Try hard, and a bicycle will turn into a motorcycle! Try hard, and loess will turn into gold!”

The other demon cultivators were also excited, their eyes red, as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

"Follow!"

Only then did Fang Qingtian dare to lead the team and rush towards the Coke Monk.

With an iron spear in his hand, Fang Qingtian ran wildly in the rainstorm, like a big buffalo, rushing straight towards the eye-catching target in the field. The other three people, like the tail of the buffalo, fell behind this big buffalo.

"The rain seems to have eased a little."

Zhuang Baoxiang, who didn't care at all, shifted his gaze from the air to the person coming. Seeing the iron spear coming at him was like finding a new toy.

He swung the sword out and it disappeared in the dim rain. Fang Qingtian was overjoyed when he saw it. The monk actually threw away the magic weapon. He quickened his pace and stabbed forward.

"what--"

One of the two people who ran towards Wang Qiye fell down, and the remaining one was like a frightened bird. He dodged a few times and dared not stay here anymore, running for his life alone.

Poor Fang Qingtian and the three people behind him didn’t know that they were struggling to hold on under the rain to create opportunities for him.

Zhuang Baoxiang's feet stepped into two large puddles on the muddy ground, and the whole person flew into the air. Fang Qingtian raised the tip of the gun again, and a black hand slapped the tip of the gun fiercely. With a step on the gun shaft, Zhuang Baoxiang had already passed Fang Qingtian and faced the person behind him.

Fang Qingtian was horrified and tried hard to turn the gun around. He rushed forward several steps before stopping. He pointed the gun behind him and shouted at the black shadow.

"Monk, come at me if you dare!"

How could the black shadow pay any attention to him? He just slapped the female cultivator who was wielding the sword. A pair of black hands reached into the sword curtain that not even rain could penetrate. A flash of sword light passed across the charred monk's chest. The monk didn't care about his injury at all. He thrust his entire palm into the female cultivator's chest and crushed a beating heart before he stopped.

The rain washed away the red and white objects in the hands of the charred monk, but it could not wash away the three pairs of frightened eyes. The female cultivator of the demon sect covered her chest and fell to the ground, groaning in pain, and swimming unconsciously in the rain.

Zhuang Baoxiang turned his head and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth that were so white and shiny. The demon cultivator on the other side felt that the white teeth were like the fangs of a tiger coming down the mountain, flashing a frightening cold light. The cold light seemed to be able to penetrate his body, causing him to shiver involuntarily.

"Ah—I'll fight you!"

Under tremendous pressure, the fist-wielding demon cultivator raised his arms in anger and punched through the rain curtain. He had lost his mind, and was only supported by the passion in his head.

"No self, true Buddha!"

Zhuang Baoxiang was overjoyed and shouted a Buddhist name. A black light flashed in his hand and he punched a yellow fist that was flying towards him in the rain.

"Boom-"

The two of them exchanged fists. The demon cultivator left just as fast as he came. Zhuang Baoxiang just took a step back and stopped in the rain. The demon cultivator disappeared without a trace, and it was unknown whether he was alive or dead.

Just as he stood still, an iron spear stopped in front of him, and frightened eyes searched back and forth on the charred monk anxiously. At this moment, Fang Qingtian had already begun to think of retreating.

The two of them confronted each other for a minute, but Fang Qingtian's heart sank. He didn't see a single figure out of the corner of his eye. The last person who followed him and acted with him actually ran away.

"Monk, I put down my storage bag. Can you give me a chance to live?"

The monk looked at the demon cultivator with great interest and thought he was a good candidate.

"There is no true Buddha, my Buddha has the virtue of loving all living things. As long as you convert to my Buddha, my Buddha will show leniency and forgive past grudges."

Fang Qingtian was very confused at the moment. His hands looked a little pale in the rain because he was using too much force. Finally, he realized that the monk's eyes were getting darker and darker. He broke out in a cold sweat and fell to his knees.

"I am willing to take refuge in the Buddha."

Anyway, we belong to two camps. We need to save our lives first before we can talk about other things. Fang Qingtian figured it out. After this Habala flag-grabbing war, the emperor is far away. I will drink and eat meat, kill people and set fires. What can you do to me?

"Buddha nature is teachable, follow me."

Zhuang Baoxiang walked first in the rain towards Wang Qiye. Fang Qingtian stood up and picked up the iron spear on the ground. Looking at the figure walking away, he wanted to escape, but an instinctive fear drove him to take a step forward.

"Well, just pretend to be a monk for a few days."

Thinking of this, Fang Qingtian walked towards the place where the figure disappeared, and the fear that shrouded his heart gradually faded away.

"Hahaha, Wang Qiye, you are so mean. You came out to fight by yourself without even calling me."

Zhuang Baoxiang kicked Wang Qiye on the ground, and Wang Qiye, who had fainted, was naturally speechless.

"Master, he was seriously injured and passed out."

Fang Qingtian, who came from behind, stood behind the Jiaotan monk with an iron spear in his hand.

"No self, true Buddha, what should I do?"

The charred monk reached out and scratched his bald head.

"cough--"

Fang Qingtian coughed lightly and unnaturally, having just taken charge of his identity change.

"Disciple does have some crude methods, but I don't know if I should use them."

"Non-self Buddha, you have realized the truth of saving people so quickly, which is really commendable. As expected, I am good at judging people."

Zhuang Baoxiang put his palms together, chanted a Buddhist name, made way, and waved his hand.

Fang Qingtian put the iron spear into the storage bag and squatted down hesitantly. He first broke Wang Qiye's hand that was holding Wentian, and looked at the ghost-headed sword that pierced his chest with a dilemma.

"Master, come and help me. Slowly pull this devil-headed sword and pull it out!"

Fang Qingtian pressed Wang Qiye's wound while Zhuang Baoxiang pulled out the big knife. Fang Qingtian quickly poured some healing medicine to make the wound heal quickly, and bandaged him again, wondering if this bald man in black could be his senior brother.

"Master is fine now. Put him down and let him rest for two days. He should wake up."

Zhuang Baoxiang nodded, carried Wang Qiye on his shoulders, and walked into the rain first.

"No-self True Buddha, quickly return this ownerless thing to my Buddha, so that it can be used to build my temple."

Are you really not afraid that I will escape? Looking at the piles of spoils in his hands, which would make any Foundation Establishment cultivator jealous, Fang Qingtian fell into deep thought.