Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Wang Qiye knocked down a demon cultivator with a single blow of his sword, and several magic talismans hit his body. The Tianling armor only caused a few splashes of water, but there was no sign of energy loss.

"What a good thing! This Foundation Establishment Stage Talisman is really useful."

Wang Qiye exclaimed in his heart, thinking that these 1000 spirit stones were really worth it. They were much more useful than the explosive fireball talisman. He would take advantage of the one-hour duration to chop a few more.

"I will be your opponent!"

A burly man in an orange Taoist robe and holding an iron rod stood in front of him. He had a muscular body, a sinewy smile, a pair of eyes under thick eyebrows, and a head of purple hair, which made him look a bit creepy.

"I am Kuang San from Demonic Sakura Valley, please teach me!"

Relying on the advantage of his armor, Wang Qiye charged back and forth in the group of demons and chopped down 17 demon cultivators. Finally, someone came out to stop him.

Wang Qiye just stared at the iron stick magic weapon in his hand, which could barely be considered a half-foundation-building period magic weapon, and sneered.

"I've never heard of Demonic Cherry Valley, so go play there!"

Wang Qiye abandoned this powerful enemy and charged in another direction. The Qi Refining Stage demon cultivator who was blocking his way was unable to dodge and could only raise his sword to fight. Wang Qiye did not dodge or evade, and was directly cut by him. He crashed into his arms and pulled Wentian out of his heart, the 18th one.

"You thief, you dare to raise the flag, but now you are running away. Why don't you just tear down those four flags yourself and don't embarrass yourself here!"

Shi Kuangda was very anxious and chased him closely. During this time, he was knocked down by this guy again.

"Grandson, if you come by yourself, I will beat you to a pulp. I will warm up first and then play with you later."

Wang Qiye dodged a sharp arrow by turning his head, and looked back. At that time, Kuang San was still chasing him from behind. He identified a direction and chased after the demon cultivator who shot the arrow.

"Don't run away if you have the guts!"

Shi Kuangsan was very angry. This young Taoist's light body skills were so amazing that he could not catch up with him for a while.

"Shouldn't we stop them?"

Qin Aotian looked towards Su Linye, and then at Wang Qiye and Shi Kuangsan who were playing like a cat and mouse below.

Su Linye smoothed the hair beside his ears, his eyes bright and energetic.

"Brother Aotian, let the cannon fodder below consume his foundation-building talisman first, and then Brother Aotian can launch a sneak attack to secure victory."

Qin Aotian looked at another battlefield worriedly, and saw that Tan Zhenshan had lost one of his refined corpses.

"I'm afraid Tan Zhenshan is no match for that monk?"

Su Linye smiled gently, like a thorny rose blooming.

"Brother Aotian, don't worry. You and I have all witnessed how strong that monk is. Besides, we have more than one Three Corpses Tan Zhenshan on our side. No matter how strong he is, he can only defeat a few demon cultivators!"

Qin Aotian only glanced at the thorny rose, then quickly looked away and looked at the bald Taoist below. He secretly exerted force with his clenched fists, and felt a chill in his heart. If his strength was not good enough, would he be ruthlessly abandoned by this Taoist partner who he held every night?

The number of demon cultivators surrounding Zhuang Baoxiang had increased from one Foundation Establishment cultivator to three. The Qi Refining disciples even stayed away from him, fearing that they would be accidentally injured.

Zhuang Baoxiang punched the Foundation Establishment Demon Cultivator, who was using his fist, and knocked him back seven meters. The Demon Cultivator no longer dared to show off his strength, so he retreated and prepared to find a place to heal his wounds first, and then come back to challenge again when he was well.

Before Zhuang Baoxiang could stand still, a pair of sharp claws grabbed him from behind. It was one of the three corpses of Tan Zhenshan.

"You still dare to come? You really haven't learned your lesson!"

Zhuang Baoxiang leaned sideways, swung his tail to avoid the sharp claws, and knocked the corpse away with a palm.

The corpse rolled on the ground for a while, then stood up again staggeringly, but just stayed in the same place, with a palm print on its chest slowly recovering.

Just as Zhuang Baoxiang was about to move forward to understand it, a huge knife blocked his way. It was the boss's.

"I am the chief of Fenghuo Village in Black Wind Mountain. Come and learn a few moves from me!"

Tan Zhenshan then breathed a sigh of relief and looked with heartache at the corpse that had fallen to the ground and burned to ashes.

Before, I was too arrogant and thought that I could rely on the recovery ability of the three corpses to wear the monk to death. When they really fought, I felt that the monk had amazing arm strength and the weight of his punch was unmatched. One of my corpses was also destroyed by him. Only then did I put down my face and started to mobilize people.

The fight started again. In the sunlight, only long blades were seen swinging, emitting dazzling and fierce light. Every time the blade flashed, blood was sprayed, and the blood splashed everywhere with blood flowers.

Wang Qiye was knocked far away by Shi Kuangsan's powerful stick. The Tianling armor on his body flickered for a while, and then stabilized.

Wang Qiye stood up calmly, rubbed the back of his waist, and turned to look behind him.

"Damn, where did this wild man come from? He has such strong hands and keeps chasing me."

He blew out two puffs of white air from his nostrils, and then he turned his eyes away and ignored him. He swung the knife in his hand at a nearby Qi Refining Stage Demon Cultivator.

The demon cultivator was extremely panicked, and first threw out two Qi Refining Stage attack talismans, and without looking at the results, he put on two defensive talismans, and for a moment, spiritual armor and spiritual shields surrounded his body. The two crossed each other, and a demon cultivator's head flew up, the 34th one.

"Wind and Fire Three Swords"

The boss's face flushed, his eyes were unusually cold, he swung his sword in both hands, and chopped three times in a row. Amid the whistling wind, three white sword auras formed in front of him, and he rushed towards the charred monk at a high speed. Only then did he feel a sense of weakness under his feet, which was a sign of insufficient spiritual power.

Just as he was about to fall to the ground, a thin figure supported him from behind, put his arm on his shoulders, and helped him back away. It was the second in command of Fenghuo Village.

Zhuang Baoxiang's body swung like a fish, and all his strength was gathered into his fists. Each punch carried the sound of wind and thunder, and he blasted at the three incoming sword qi, one by one, breaking two in a row. He had no more strength to break the last one, so he hurriedly used his fists to resist the sword qi, which kept pushing him, plowing a deep gap in the ground.

When the sword energy began to lose its force and dissipate, Zhuang Baoxiang, who had just taken a breath, had no time to wipe the white beads of sweat from his black forehead before a refined corpse jumped up and bit towards Zhuang Baoxiang's neck.

"Come on, are you done yet?"

Squad leader Zhuang stretched out two fingers, pressed against the corpse's chin, and took another deep breath.

"Inch punch!"

He retracted his two fingers and turned them into fists, carrying the weight of his entire body, and smashed the corpse back five steps, and finally fell to the ground. The corpse did not get up, and the entire broken jaw was gathering bit by bit, and I believe it will recover in no time.

"I am Han Tiesheng from Yulan Tower, and I have come to ask for your advice!"

An iron spear was held horizontally in front of Zhuang Baoxiang. A middle-aged man with his hair tied behind his head, wearing a blue Taoist robe and a black cloak tied behind him, fluttering in the wind.

Looking at this newly appeared foundation-building cultivator, Zhuang Baoxiang grinned, revealing a cruel expression. His black bald head glowed white in the reflection of the sun. Which one is this? The fifth? Or the sixth?

"let's start!"

Qiu Wanhe, standing on the hill, spoke softly.

"Yes!"

The Blood Demon Valley disciples behind him responded, immediately dispersed and began to make arrangements.

Su Chenyang walked to the side and looked at the two battle groups in the distance with fascination, his eyes were excited, his face was flushed, and his voice was trembling.

“Is it finally about to begin?!”

Qiu Wanhe pulled her into his arms, kissed her delicate face, and then turned his gaze back to the two battlefields.

“Hahahaha—I’m afraid that one or two hundred monks have already fallen here. The heavy smell of blood evil is intoxicating just by smelling it. I wonder how powerful the blood demon summoned in an hour will be!”

Su Chenyang turned her head to Qiu Wanhe, stretched out her small hand and gently stroked his face which was already distorted due to excitement.

"Yes, all of Habara will tremble at our call."

"The blood demon will then devour blood and continue to grow stronger, and eventually no one will be able to stop it!!!"

Qiu Wanhe grabbed a small hand and looked at Su Chenyang. The fanatical light in his eyes did not fade. He kissed Su Yingyang's small mouth deeply and swallowed greedily.

"Hey, bald Taoist priest, why don't you run away?"

Wang Qiye and Shi Kuangsan kicked each other, and just as they stood still, they exchanged attacks with knives and sticks.

Shi Kuang San took out a rejuvenation talisman from his storage bag, slapped it on his body, and gently rubbed the wound on his waist, which had already penetrated three-quarters of the flesh.

"Master, I'm tired from running. Can't I take a break?"

Wang Qiye rubbed his armpits, the place that had just been injured by the iron stick magic weapon. The entire Tianling battle armor now glowed dimly like a firefly, as if it would disappear at any time.

"So you're just a smooth talker. It's a pity that I chased you for so long. I should have set out a pot of tea and waited for you under the black flag."

Shi Kuang San held the stick in both hands, his lower body slightly sunken, his eyes slightly narrowed, reflecting the cold light in the sun. His aura became heavier and heavier, like a mountain, difficult to shake.

"You will know after trying it. Some people just overestimate their own abilities and prefer to stick two green onions in their nostrils to pretend to be elephants, but they will break at the first touch."

Wang Qiye held the knife in both hands, and Wentian was lying on his side. The spiritual power on the knife became stronger and stronger, making people dare not look directly at its edge.

The harsh sunlight shone on Wentian. The Qi Refining cultivators around him felt a white flash before their eyes and quickly closed their eyes.

"Crescent Slash"

"Devil's Sea Exploration"

The two men rushed forward, fierce eyes, refusing to give in to each other, and fought fiercely.

A figure in an orange Taoist robe and a figure in a black Taoist robe were thrown out by the battle group.

Wang Qiye rolled on the ground, his Tianling battle armor flickered twice, and finally dissipated like a puff of smoke. Although most of the damage was blocked by the foundation-building talisman, Wang Qiye still felt an unusual pain in his chest. This Demonic Cherry Valley was indeed quite capable. This time, he was afraid that he would meet another tough opponent. The excitement in his heart was beyond words.

At that time, Kuang San knelt on one knee, with his other leg leaving a ten-meter-long deep cut on the ground. He covered his waist with his right hand. Next to the old wound, there was a new knife wound. The pain was unbearable for a moment, and he did not stand up immediately.

He took out a bandage from the storage bag and simply wrapped it a few times. There was a cold light in his eyes, and three parts of it were anger.

"This Taoist priest from Lingxi Valley is really despicable. He always cuts in the same place."