Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 242: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"boom--"

There was a loud explosion, so deafening that even Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain, who was three people away, felt his ears go numb.

"do you died?"

Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain ignored even his own ears and stared at the place where the monk from Ghost King Tower blew himself up, examining it carefully.

"not good!"

Gong Mengzhao's pupils shrank slightly. Where the bald man had been, only a burning talisman was left.

"what!"

Wang Qiye used a flashing talisman to randomly flash into the crowd of monks from the seven cities. He then raised his sword and chopped off the heads of the four monks around him who had no time to react.

Everyone rushed to the murder scene where the screams were heard, and saw four headless bodies slowly falling to the ground and a talisman burning.

"He's there!"

As soon as Gong Mengzhao of Wuhu Mountain pointed out the new location where Wang Qiye appeared, the four monks around him fell down again. No one thought that he would dare to break into the crowd of monks from the Seven Cities to commit crimes, so they were not prepared.

Before he could collect the storage bags of the four people, Wang Qiye activated another flashing talisman and disappeared on the spot.

The distance of the flashing talisman was random every time, and even Wang Qiye didn't know where it would appear. If he was unlucky, it would appear on the opponent's blade, and a hole would be pierced on the spot. Therefore, there were many monks who "committed suicide" every year because of the flashing talisman.

And he actually dared to use the flashing talisman in such a dense crowd. I don't know whether it was because he was skilled and brave, or because he was ignorant and fearless.

"what--"

Screams rang out one after another. Wang Qiye dared not stay where he was. Every time he committed a crime, he would flee far away. In just a short while, fifteen monks from the Seven Cities fell, and everyone was in panic.

"Amitabha, make the path still. This path is blocked. Forbidden."

Master Zhong Gen of Lingyin Temple made a swastika Buddhist seal and just activated the flashing talisman. Wang Qiye, who was about to leave, looked at the burning talisman in his hand in confusion and remained where he was.

“It seems that there are still masters of the space system.” Wang Qiye sighed softly. If he continued to kill for a while, the team of cultivators from the seven cities might just collapse on its own.

Without hesitating for too long, Wang Qiye controlled his spiritual consciousness, collected the storage bags of the four people who fell to the ground, and with a knife, he killed the surrounding monks who had not yet reacted.

The monks around were terrified by the sudden appearance of this evil spirit, but the instinct for survival still prompted them to release their defensive magic weapons and try their best to resist.

Hong Yu is worthy of being called a famous weapon. These ordinary second-level magic weapons will break at the touch, and everything will be split in half. Relying on the advantage of the magic weapon, Wang Qiye is like a wolf that breaks into a flock of sheep. Wherever he goes, he will set off a bloody storm.

"Hmph, we must quickly kill a few more of them before the enemy's masters arrive." Wang Qiye saw with his peripheral vision that several monks with powerful auras were rushing towards his position, ready to surround and kill him here.

He immediately moved quickly, and with a wave of red rain, he cut the two monks, who were in a state of panic, in half.

"Stop being so violent." Shang Xianming raised his flying sword and shot towards Wang Qiye.

"A Sword Comes from the West"

The flying sword was like a streak of white light, as fast as a white horse passing by in the blink of an eye, and unstoppable.

Sensing a great crisis, Wang Qiye had just turned his head when the sword light from the front end of the flying sword pierced his forehead.

It is indeed the famous skill of Wanjian Mountain. When it attacks by surprise, it is hard to defend against. The speed of this flying sword is so fast that even those who see it find it difficult to resist.

"A Flash of Spiritual Stream"

Shang Xianming's flying sword passed through Wang Qiye's afterimage, and its remaining momentum did not decrease. It penetrated three cultivators before stopping.

Shang Xianming had a dark face as he looked at the three monks who had died unjustly, but there was no sign of Wang Qiye.

Master Zhong Gen was also surprised. He had already imprisoned this space, but he was still able to escape. The level of this escape technique was not low. It should be the famous skill of Lingxi Valley, "Lingxi Flash".

“Fortunately, during the foundation-building stage, Lingxi Flash can only be used once every ten days. He can’t use it later.” Master Zhong Gen thought for a while and began to look for Wang Qiye’s location.

Each major faction knows each other's unique skills very well, so they naturally have ways to deal with them.

Looking at Wang Qiye who suddenly appeared in front of him, Xiong Fangfan was a little surprised. Didn't he rush into the enemy's group? How did he appear here?

Wang Qiye pulled out the weapons from the backs of the two monks, and the two men who were fighting against Xiong Fangfan and the eagle beast slowly fell to the ground. But suddenly, the body of the monk in front of the eagle beast suddenly disappeared, leaving a burning substitute talisman in its place.

The eagle beast looked angrily at the figure that appeared in the distance. He was surrounded by monks from the seven cities, just like a monk who had just been fished out of the water.

Wang Qiye didn't care. He pushed aside Xiong Fangfan and the eagle beast and retreated inside.

In just this short while, he knocked down 32 monks from the Seven Cities. Although he was powerful, he was not durable. His "divine armor" had only half of its energy left. Once it was used up, he wouldn't be able to kill anyone.

Wang Qiye sat down next to Sheng Jiabai and began to meditate to recover. The "Divine Armor" would recover automatically after leaving the battle, but he didn't know whether the opponent would give him three hours to fully recover.

Even though Sheng Jiabai no longer had the "Divine Armor", he could still take the Soul Rejuvenating Pill to restore his ninth-level spiritual power. But Wang Qiye, who was only at the fifth-level of the Foundation Establishment, could resist after taking one pill?

"Everyone has seen that only with the "God Armor" on his body, the bald pervert is a tough guy. Without the "God Armor", he is just a weak man, don't be afraid of him."

Gong Mengzhao of Wuhu Mountain raised his arms and shouted loudly.

"Soft man——"

The group of monks from the seven cities also shouted loudly. It was effective. At least it had dispelled the fear that had been dominated by the bald man before.

“Even though I saw it with my own eyes, I still couldn’t believe it.”

Bai Xingchen's eyes shone brightly as he looked at the bald monk who was meditating.

"He was just a little reckless. Those he killed were all noobs. Even a well-known master didn't dare to fight him."

Chen Fuyuan felt somewhat uneasy. If he had the "divine armor" on him, he would definitely do much better than Wang Qiye.

"He hasn't changed at all. He's still as brave as before."

Ye Hanshuang smiled knowingly and thought of the young man who dared to use the Piss Fire Fist against Hu Zonghai.

"Maybe I'm old, or I have too many spirit stones. Even if I have 100 guts, I wouldn't dare to play like this."

Bai Xingchen sacrificed himself to replace the young man. With his clever mind, he thought of more than 100 ways to fight the enemy, but none of them was to rush into the crowd.

"Brother Bai, you are joking. Everyone knows that you have more than 30 beautiful wives, and each of them is as pretty as a flower. Now you have only given birth to five daughters. You still need to work harder."

Chen Fuyuan resumed his usual smile, but he hadn't fully recovered yet, so he was smiling with his lips but not his eyes.

"Alas, as for the offspring of monks, even with my intelligence and wisdom, I still can't figure it out. I can only broadcast the seeds and leave it to fate."

Bai Xingchen showed an expression that every man could understand.

"They're fighting again, let's see."

Seeing that the two men were talking in increasingly obscene terms, Ye Hanshuang quickly changed the subject.

The old man wearing a set of "divine armor" took a step forward and took Wang Qiye's place.

Zhou Yuxiang, with his face covered and only his eyes exposed, protected him.

Taking advantage of this time, Xiong Fangfan secretly took a look at the information in the mechanical ball.

ranking:

First place: xxx points.

Second place: xxx points.

Third place: xxx points.

……

Ninth place: xxx (Xiong Fangfan) 7643 points.

……

"It's really abnormal. In just a short while, the points have increased by 3200 points." Xiong Fangfan cursed inwardly, but his heart was burning. "Could it be that I really managed to keep it this time? I can also fight for the thousand-year-old elixir. That's a spiritual stone!!!"

"superior."

Sheshenyuan Xunzi only said a few simple words, and the battle started again.

"A Tiger Goes Down the Mountain"

Gong Mengzhao from Wuhu Mountain shouted and punched the old man in new armor.

"The stick is afraid of the old wolf"

The second little boy smiled lightly, and the stick in his hand spun rapidly, forming a whirlwind, heading towards the tiger coming down the mountain.

As their fists and sticks clashed, neither of them could do anything to the other, resulting in a stalemate.

"This is another opponent with similar strength." Gong Mengzhao of Wuhushan sighed in his heart, put away his luck, and started to deal with it seriously.

The torrent of magic above his head has never stopped, and even now, it is still as heavy as rain.

The two sides fought fiercely again. Although both sides now had people protecting them, they were not omnipotent and sometimes even died. As the battle went on, it turned into a fight of attrition.

Finally, Wuhushan's Gong Mengzhao's spiritual power was exhausted. He took advantage of the momentum of a sweeping stick to retreat. Then another cultivator from a major sect in the Seven Cities came up and fought with this second-in-command.

The second little one fought against three people in a row, and his "divine armor" was worn out to a thin layer, so he retreated unwillingly.

"I come."

A middle-aged man took his place and stood with a gun.

The monk opposite him was satisfied with being able to defeat the old man, and he did not seek credit for himself, so he retreated directly.

"I'll deal with you!"

Duan Qiuchen from Yangxinyuan, with a fierce look on his face, stood out from the crowd.

At this moment, he took a deep breath, knowing that he must seize this opportunity, otherwise if he missed it, he would never be able to break through this front line.

"No matter how much it costs, I will kill this middle-aged uncle!"

Duan Qiuchen's eyes gradually turned cold as he looked at the middle-aged man with the gun and became ruthless.