Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

"The Selfless Buddha, Wang Qiye, I am here to beg for alms."

The next morning, Zhuang Baoxiang got up on time as if nothing had happened.

"Monk, you've crossed the line!"

Wang Qiye shook the three pancakes in his hands, glared at the charcoal monk, and finally threw them at him.

"Shui, Wang Qiye, everyone depends on their own ability. Do you still expect that young hero Mu to cut you with a knife and cripple you?"

The charred monk raised the bowl over to him, and there was no sign of color on his charred face.

Wang Qiye's eyes were filled with anger and hatred. Suddenly, he came up with a plan. He took out a large jar of black-scaled wheat from his storage bag, opened the seal, and immediately a scent of wine filled the air. Wang Qiye then picked up the jar and filled it for the monk.

"What is this?"

The charcoal monk put it close to his nose and took a light sniff. A fragrant aroma came over him, and it felt like something other than water.

Wang Qi burst into laughter, as happy as a child.

"Monk, if you want to become bad, you have to start by breaking the precepts." He said with a mysterious smile.

"Is this what it means to quit? Can you become bad if you drink?"

Zhuang Baoxiang was very confused, his eyebrows twisted into a river shape on his cheeks, and he looked at him inquiringly.

Now it was Wang Qiye's turn to laugh and nodded affirmatively.

"Monk, this is wine. Today, I will teach you another bad trick. First, break your alcohol abstinence. Hahahaha——"

Zhuang Baoxiang took the bowl aside, licked it gently, and with doubt in his eyes, he placed the bowl on a big rock, took a bite of the cake, walked around the big rock three times while eating, and then took another sip.

"Donor Wang, I'm here to beg for alms."

Seeing the monk in such an ugly state, Wang Qiye was delighted and shook off his dejection. He took out three cakes, gave them to Fang Qingtian, and filled his bowl.

As a member of the Demon Sect, Fang Qingtian was more accepting of alcohol. Under the astonished gaze of Monk Jiaotan, he drank one third of the wine in one gulp, which made the monk's eyes widen.

Wang Qiye also took out a large bowl, filled it up, and put the wine jar into his storage bag. He only took a small sip, and was amused by the monk's ugly appearance, and became drunk.

"Sir, that's Xiao Hongfei's storage bag."

Just after finishing breakfast, Su Yingmeng took out Wang Qiye’s harvest from yesterday and presented it to him in a flattering manner.

"Since you didn't kill me this time, there's no reward for you. Go away."

"Yes, sir, I will take my leave."

Wang Qiye took it, looked at it twice, and the look in his eyes when he looked at her finally became more pleasing to the eye.

There were 46 magic tools, 564 spirit stones, 596 talismans, and a bunch of sundries. There were only three in the storage bag, so I guess they should have been distributed to the people around him.

After putting the spoils into the storage bag, Wang Qiye looked towards the surrounding hills. There were crowds of people, and the shadows were so blurry that he couldn't tell how many people there were. The Demon Cult had rested for a day, so it seemed that they were well prepared this time.

With a calm smile, Wang Qiye took out the "Heavenly Spirit Armor" talisman from the storage bag and activated it directly. This thing also requires 60 seconds of preparation time. No matter what talisman it is, once activated, it is irreversible.

There was a flash of light, and the talisman ball took 30 seconds to finally convert 1000 spirit stones into liquid energy. The outermost energy absorption device then fell off, and the entire talisman ball was now only one size smaller than a bedside table.

The energy flowed through the entire talisman ball along the pipeline, and 333 talismans lit up at the same time, forming a mysterious talisman array, transforming the energy again. This time, the "Heavenly Spirit Battle Armor Talisman" on both sides successfully lit up.

Wang Qiye licked his lips. In another 30 seconds, a foundation-building defensive talisman that would last for an hour would be put on his body.

When the demon cultivator appeared 100 meters away, a set of light armor composed of spiritual power was already put on Wang Qiye. This set of armor was two fingers thicker than the light armor made by the Fu Lu armor technique of the Qi Refining Period. The same Fu Lu could not be superimposed, otherwise Wang Qiye would not mind putting on another one.

He moved his neck and heard a slight clicking sound. The whole set of armor was no different from that used by Fu Lu in the Qi Refining Stage, except that its protective ability was stronger.

"Listen carefully, the two bald guys in front of you. You have been surrounded. Now as long as you put down your magic weapons and walk away from the black flag, we can still let you go!"

The leader of Fenghuo Village took out the megaphone and stood in front of the formation, looking dignified and proud. He had bribed five foundation-building demon cultivators to get this good job.

The figures of the demon cultivators around finally stopped. Judging from the situation, there were five hilltops in total, and there were already two to three hundred demon cultivators in the entire encirclement.

"What if we don't?"

Wang Qiye found it funny and motioned Fang Qingtian to go up and shout. Fang Qingtian wanted to take sides, but Wang Qiye kicked him to the front of the stage.

"Two bald guys, I advise you to recognize the situation. Look around you, there are more than 300 demon monks. This is secondary. We still have 14 foundation-building masters on our side. If any one of them stands out, it will be as easy as crushing an ant to kill you."

The big boss had managed to grab this job with great difficulty, so he naturally made sufficient preparations. This was all thanks to the credit of the second in command, whose lines he had memorized with great effort finally came in handy.

"Come on, don't keep us waiting too long!"

Fang Qingtian wanted to shout some harsh words, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was too much. If that happened, the other party would have no way out and he would probably suffer.

"It seems that you won't cry until you see the coffin. If we start fighting, we won't be able to control the severity of the blows with so many people. A single spit from each of you will drown you! You'd better surrender."

It was really satisfying. It was the first time that the boss showed up in front of so many Qi Refining cultivators. Just these few words were enough to brag about him for the rest of his life in Black Wind Mountain.

"Our Taoist priest said that there is not a single person in the Demon Sect who can fight. They are all cowards!"

Fang Qingtian was about to say something smooth but was kicked by Wang Qiye again. Fang Qingtian knew that Wang Qiye was taking revenge on his personal grudge.

But the monk felt that what he said was not domineering enough. Well, after hearing these two gentlemen's words, the younger brothers had already put their heads on their belts.

"Hahahaha, is your Taoist priest blind and can't see? Or has he been frightened and started talking nonsense? Hurry up and recognize the situation and turn back."

It's worth spending 250 spiritual stones on it. At this moment, the boss has already liked this feeling. He only hopes that both sides can keep shouting like this, so that his life will not be lived in vain.

"My master also said that this day next year will be the anniversary of your death. If you don't want to die, retreat quickly. Otherwise, when the fight starts, you might kill a few people by mistake. Don't regret it on your way to the underworld!"

Fang Qingtian was also completely determined and had given up on the idea of ​​playing both sides. After completely letting himself go, the influence of the Demonic Cult made his words more artistic.

"You refuse to follow the path of heaven and insist on breaking in despite the fact that there is no door to hell. You are so stubborn and recalcitrant. I'm afraid this Habara can no longer tolerate you. I will give you one more chance. I order you to surrender immediately, otherwise, we will launch a full-scale attack!"

Of course the boss was willing to continue shouting, but the gangster on one of the hills was getting impatient. One of the five leading brothers of this group of demon cultivators, Li Jue of Heifeng Mountain, sent a message to the boss, asking him to launch an attack immediately.

"You are so nagging, you are acting like a woman. Do you dare to act like a man and have a duel in front of the battlefield?"

Fang Qingtian shouted out according to Wang Qiye's instructions, to see if he could trick the opponent first.

"In that case, don't blame us for being rude. Everyone, prepare to attack!"

"three!"

"two!"

"one!"

"attack!"

The demons from all directions rushed over in a mighty force, causing even the ground to shake slightly. The whole scene was truly spectacular.

Wang Qiye took the lead, and with the protection of Fu Lu from the Foundation Establishment Period, he was unscrupulous.

Every demon cultivator on the opposite side released an attack talisman, which looked spectacular, but was still far inferior to Wang Qiye's talisman torrent.

At the same time, ice cones, fireballs, and earth cones whizzed past Wang Qiye's ears. After each of them used three attack talismans, they rushed towards the group of demon cultivators without even touching Wang Qiye's hair.

Zhuang Baoxiang rushed in from another direction, with defensive talismans lighting up on his body from time to time, but there was nothing he could do as there were too many of them.

"Everyone, use your range to consume his foundation-building defense talisman first."

On one of the hills, the Ape brothers from the Thousand Demon Palace began to take over the command and gave orders to a group of Qi-refining monks.

"Toki Kuangsan, it's time for you to prove yourself!"

One of the hilltops, Tan Zhenshan, the Three Corpses of the Pasturing Villa, was running towards the Charcoal Monk while transmitting a message to another of the hilltops, Shi Kuang San of the Demonic Sakura Valley. He was looking forward to how this once behemoth would perform this time.

A burly man in an orange Taoist robe took off the iron stick magic weapon from his waist, with a grim smile on his face. His purple hair was casually scattered behind him. He was one of the Five Mountain Heads, Mo Yinggu Shi Kuang San.

I tightened the magic weapon in my hand. This time, the Demon Sakura Valley, which had been patient for 3 years, finally made a move. And I, Kuang San, will fight for the Demon Sakura Valley, the former overlord, and become the number one!

"Shall we go meet that Taoist priest too?"

Qin Aotian of Hehuan Sect, one of the five mountains, looked at Su Linye. They were also present in the battle last night. Monk Jiaotan was too powerful, so they did not dare to attack him. It was not until the Yuan brothers arrived with more than 200 demon cultivators that they decided to attack the Taoist priest first.

This time, it can be said that half of Habala's top demon cultivators gathered here. The pressure of the battles in other places was naturally greatly reduced, and there were many cannon fodder demon cultivators who were slow and still on their way. But there were still many righteous people in the distance, surrounding the periphery in groups of three or five, catching one or two small fish from time to time.

This battle, in which four flags will not fall and rivers of blood will flow, has just begun.