Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"Xin Wuxiang, what do you think?"

A beautiful naked lady was lying on top of a male cultivator with a string of skulls hanging around his neck. Both of them were covered in sweat, and it was obvious that they had just experienced a "battle".

"See? Call me grandpa before I let you go."

As he said that, Xin Wuxiang squeezed the female cultivator under him hard again, and it felt like her hard cock was about to burst.

"Well, no, please spare me, I really can't take it anymore."

The pretty lady's body was shaking like a willow snake, twisting her waist constantly. She slapped away Xin Wuxiang's evil hands and begged for mercy.

"Grandpa is so annoying."

"Let others make trouble. I have all the wine and beauties I want under this black flag. Why should I degenerate?"

As he spoke, Xin Wuxiang took a few more gulps of wine, and with his drunken eyes he glanced at the six piles of skulls under the black flag.

***

"Yuan Xiaoer, this spider is not easy to catch."

Xiaoliu, a white-haired ape, came over and looked worriedly at the 13 corpses left behind after the battle.

The Ape Brothers of the Thousand Demon Hall were the product of a bloody experiment. Ten people crawled out of their mother's womb, but only the two of them survived. Although the two can share each other's vision, they can only share vision, not communication.

"You said that with our abilities, we could easily find the weakness. But now, how can we go somewhere else in time?"

Yuan Xiaoer had black hair and glared at him, taking out his anger on him.

"How would I know they had spare parts? This thing is thick-skinned and tough, and it can kill one every time it strikes. And those five people are so well-protected, they are just like turtles."

Yuan Xiaoliu was also speechless. He should have changed his opponent earlier, but now he was leaving and felt unwilling to do so.

"Look where!"

From Yuan Xiaoer's perspective, he saw four flags floating in the air.

"I punched five sects and kicked four palaces. Is this person so arrogant?"

"It seems that he doesn't take the world's masters seriously. Let's go and meet him?"

Yuan Xiaoer's mouth curled up into a sinister smile.

"When I came in, I saw the rising star of the Pasture Villa, the Three Corpses Tan Zhenshan. I guess that Zhan Kuang has also broken through the foundation building stage and should be on his way now."

Yuan Xiaoliu also stared at the big flag with sharp eyes.

"I don't know how Xin Wuxiang from Skull Mountain and Su Linye and Qin Aotian from the Hehuan Sect feel when they see this. Let's help them recruit more people and cheer for them."

"This is a good idea. Let's go."

***

"Brother Ma, look! This kid is getting more and more arrogant!"

A Feiyun Sect monk who was on guard pointed his arm into the air.

"He punched five sects and kicked four sects. He is courting death!"

Ma Lanshan watched with a sigh of relief, realizing that he could get his revenge without having to do anything himself this time.

"Brother Ma, what should we do now?"

A cultivator from Feiyun Sect came over and asked.

"No hurry, this place will become a battlefield sooner or later. If the four flags are not lowered, there will be plenty of people to deal with him. It's a pity for Junior Sister Yu, she followed that crazy Taoist and suffered."

Looking at the monks coming from afar, Ma Lanshan felt worried again.

"Brother Ma, should we prepare anything?"

"Retreat three miles, avoid the sharp edge for the time being, wait and see, and wait for the opportunity."

Ma Lanshan finally made up his mind, and his eyes became more determined as he looked at the four flags.

***

"Brother Ling, look over there, those four flags!"

Zhu Qishan, the Sword of Tingyu, patted Ling Mufeng's shoulder excitedly and pointed to the sky in the center of Habala, where four large flags fluttered.

"Kneel down and call me grandpa, and I'll consider letting you go!"

After seeing this, Ling Mufeng's expression remained normal, but he had stopped moving and no one knew what he was thinking.

"I really want to know who is so arrogant. It's this handwriting, it looks like an ant crawling, it's so ugly."

Chu Liyue stood there with her arms folded, looking at him with an arrogant look and cold eyes.

"Brother Ling, let's hang a few flags to compete with him!"

Zhu Qishan's eyes sparkled as he looked at the four flags with envy. Why hadn't he thought of that? At this moment, he had already entered into a fantasy where he was standing under the black flag, receiving the worship of everyone.

"Can I exchange wine for this?"

The dishevelled teacher Youliang came over, approached Zhu Qishan and asked.

"Go, go, go."

Zhu Qishan threw him a fist-sized pot of wine and waved at him with disdain. This was one of the preparations before entering the Habala Flag-Grabbing Battle, giving him a pot every day.

"Hey, hey, I'm leaving now."

Shi Youliang took the wine jug and sniffed it, then hid in an empty corner and took a sip.

"Come on, you still want to hang the flag? You haven't captured one of the Ape brothers from the Thousand Demon Hall yet, how dare you provoke more of them?"

Mo Yifei snorted in disbelief. He was very satisfied with the current situation. Eight people had been guarding until now, relying on the power of foundation-building puppets and formations, and had killed more than a hundred cultivators. Only one person, Ye Qingyao, died on his side. They had taken down this big flag step by step, which was a great achievement.

"Mo Yifei is right. Being brave is only temporary. We have no reason to give up the black flag. We all came out to earn spirit stones. Since you choose to believe in me, I must make sure that everyone returns safely."

White Wolf Ling Mufeng turned his head from the sky and glanced at everyone. Everyone felt warm in their hearts, and the look in their eyes when they looked at Ling Mufeng again was different.

"I'll let Senior Brother Ling send you."

***

"Brother Qiu, look!"

A disciple from the Blood Evil Valley who was out on a whim had his eyes wide open and was pointing towards the sky with great excitement.

"Hahaha, God is helping me! I feel sleepy and someone sends me a pillow."

Qiu Wanhe looked crazy and excited, with his red hair moving in the wind.

"I punched five sects and kicked four gates. Who dares to speak so arrogantly?"

Su Chenyang walked out from his hiding place, looking at the four flags with pride, the light in his eyes was the same color as Qiu Wanhe's.

"Whoever he is, he has helped us a lot this time. Junior Sister Su, is there any problem with the blood sacrifice spell?"

Qiu Wanhe turned his head, his greedy eyes undisguised.

"Brother Qiu, don't worry. Everything is under control. I was originally short of spirit stones. With so much blood and energy as sacrifices, I can summon successfully even without spirit stones!"

The greed in Su Chenyang's eyes was exactly the same as Qiu Wanhe's.

"Hahaha, the more people die, the stronger our Blood Demon Valley's skills will become. I can already foresee that the blood demon summoned under the black flag will surely dominate the Habala Flag Capture Battle."

Qiu Wanhe's greed turned into fanaticism, and he looked at the big flag with an obsessive look. His heart, which had already been frustrated by Wan Jianshan, began to swell again.

"Rivers of blood! Rivers of blood!"

The other disciples of the Blood Evil Valley raised their hands and yelled madly.

***

"Brother Mu, please don't go."

Chu Feier hugged Mu Xiu Han's chest tightly from behind, and a line of hot tears flowed from the corners of her eyes, wetting Mu Xiu Han's white back.

"Fei'er, let me go, let me go."

Mu Xiuhan paid no attention to the beautiful woman, but stared at the four large flags that were fluttering in the air. There was a cold gleam in his eyes, as if he wanted to chop the ugly words into pieces.

"You're going to die. You're really going to die."

Chu Feier hugged Mu Xiu Han's arm, which looked a little white because she was holding it too tightly, but she didn't dare to let go, as if once she let go, the two of them would never see each other again.

"Fei'er, I'm sorry for you, let me go."

There was a hint of apology in Mu Xiu Han's tone as he gently stroked the hands that were wrapped around him.

"What should I do if you go? What should we junior brothers and sisters do?"

Chu Feier was still begging desperately, even her voice was choked with sobs.

The monks from the surrounding White Horse Villa did not step forward to stop him. Perhaps they also knew that when the four flags were raised, no one could stand in front of Mu Xiu Han.

"Fei'er, you know me, just let me go."

Mu Xiu Han sighed softly, but the determination in his eyes remained unchanged.

"No - Senior Brother Mu, you can't go. You really can't."

Chu Feier had already hung her whole body on Mu Xiuhan, and still refused to let go.

"Fei'er, if I don't go this time, I'm afraid I'll never be able to pull out the "Kaishan" again."

"No, you can't go, Xiu Han, at least you can still be alive!"

A knife-handed blow hit Chu Fei'er's neck, knocking her unconscious. Chu Fei'er slid down Mu Xiuhan's body and fell to the ground.

Mu Xiuhan ignored it, his eyes were only on the four flags. He walked forward with steady steps.

The other people from the White Horse Villa hurried forward to help Chu Feier up.

"Brother Zuo, what should we do now?"

A monk from the White Horse Villa stepped forward to inquire.

"The four of you follow him. With Mu Xiuhan gone, it would be too costly to defend this place any longer. Let's find a secluded place and wait for Mu Xiuhan to return."

Zuo Yuwei looked at the departing figure with a solemn expression. "Is this Mu Xiuhan's life-or-death calamity? I thought I had escaped it. The sect has been preparing for more than 20 years, and even used the methods of the Hehuan Sect, but it has not been able to shake his innocent heart. We must not let this go to waste!"

***

"Brother Aotian, look!"

Su Linye pointed at the four big flags in the distance, his eyes rolling around, and I wonder what he was planning.

"I punched five sects and kicked four gates. Humph, I just don't know how long he can keep bragging."

Qin Aotian wrapped another bandage around his chest, retracted his eyes from looking up into the sky, looked down the hill, and glared at Zhang Meng.

Zhang Meng, who was sitting under the white flag, seemed to sense something. He opened his mouth and looked back with his big eyes. He rubbed his chest gently, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He had been stabbed through there by the man on the hill.

"This Wan Jian Shan is really patient. He actually hid this sword until now and was willing to release it. The knife behind him should be Wan Jian Shan's growable magic weapon that takes ten thousand years to breed. Otherwise, Brother Ao Tian would have taken him down long ago."

Su Linye felt somewhat unconvinced. The two of them cooperated perfectly, but the Foundation Establishment Sword behind Zhang Meng was even more unreasonable.

"Wanjianshan is really willing to give up. There are only five swords in total, one of which flew to heaven, and two died young. But I heard that such a magical weapon can only serve two masters in its lifetime, and the weapon will die when the master dies. Otherwise, no matter what I say today, I must touch this magical weapon and feel its weight."

Qin Aotian was also jealous. Magical instruments were the most loyal companions of cultivators, and even better than Taoist companions. However, as strength increased, or as the wear and tear of fighting increased, replacing magic instruments would be a considerable expense. More importantly, it was important to have it handy.

"If we continue to waste time, I'm afraid we will become a whetstone for that fellow. We can't let him get away with it. Why don't we go under that black flag and see if there's any chance?"

"Well, that's fine. After all, it's a black flag. It's a slap in the face of us demon cultivators. We can't just ignore it. Let's meet him and find out who he is."

***

"Second Master, what do you think?"

The big boss turned his head and looked at a monk dressed as a scholar.

"It seems that if Fenghuo Village wants to become famous, now is the time."

The second in command's eyes did not leave the big flag, but instead were shining with light and looked radiant.

"Second Master, we brought all our assets with us this time, and we have been forbearing until now. That place is obviously not a good place, can we show our faces?"

The fourth in command came over and asked in a low voice.

"Masters, it is precisely because of the great events in that place, with so many talented people from different factions, that it is the best opportunity for us to get on top of them. Otherwise, we would still be lying there in Black Wind Mountain for hundreds of years."

"The second in command is right. If you want to sit back and enjoy the fruits of your labor without putting in a lot of effort, we might as well continue to do our old business, which is more comfortable. As long as we kill one person and have a certificate of surrender, we will be considered people of status."

"Brother, we all listen to you."

"Let's go, let's find a place early and find someone we like."

***

"What do you think, Captain Zhao?"

Li Biaotou turned his eyes from the flag to a little old man with a long stick behind his back, as tall and straight as his body.

"You can't refuse to admit your age. Young people nowadays are really crazy."

Zhao Biaotou never took his eyes away. His weathered gaze shone with the light of gems under the reflection of the sunlight.

"Captain Zhao, how should we deal with the attack on the Master's Building?"

Li Biaotou smoothed the hair beside his ears and looked at the little second brother with admiration.

"We are in a business that is very risky. If we avoid this vortex, it will be a regret for the rest of our lives."

Zhao Biaotou untied the long stick from his waist, waved it casually for a while, and then continued.

"Miss Li, you are still young and have plenty of time left. You can choose to stay. If you want to keep up with me, walk faster. I am afraid that if you walk too slowly, you will not be able to catch up with this burial place."

He took the lead, holding the stick and moving forward firmly. The masters behind him also took out their own magic weapons and followed behind with determined eyes.