Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 353 6 Treasure Secret Realm 7

The sky is slightly bright.

The faint light of dawn was just beginning to penetrate the veil of night.

Some of the monks in the cave had already quietly stood up and left. Wang Qiye seemed to sense something and narrowed his eyes slightly, with a hint of alertness in his eyes.

After a night's rest, he became energetic again and seemed to be full of energy as if he had regained his life.

After leaving the cave, everyone went in different directions tacitly. The two men from the Black Crow looked at each other again, nodded in understanding, and then went their separate ways.

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At dawn, on the winding mountain road, a monk who looked like charcoal suddenly appeared in the middle of the road and blocked the way of the two monks.

The monk put his hands together and chanted in a low voice: "No-self Buddha, two donors, I am here to beg for alms."

The two monks looked at each other, both with ferocious looks on their faces.

One of the monks, wearing a yellow robe, shouted angrily, "Black monk, it's so unlucky so early in the morning. You dare to come to our Skull Mountain to beg for alms without even lighting your hood." After saying that, he grinned grimly and swung his fist to hit hard.

I saw a fist blacker than charcoal rushing towards me, and with a loud "bang", the yellow-robed monk was instantly knocked far away, making a big hole on the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

The remaining monk from Skull Mountain was stunned and shocked. He never expected that his companion, who was obviously stronger than him, could not even take a punch from this monk. He was so scared that he fell to his knees and kept kowtowing and begging for mercy: "Grandpa monk, spare my life."

"There is no self, the true Buddha. I am only here to beg for alms. Please give me some food and drink." The monk's voice was calm and steady.

The frightened monk from Skull Mountain didn't care whether what he said was true or not. He just took out all the food and drinks he had on him based on his survival instinct without thinking.

"Enough, enough." The charcoal monk picked up a water gourd and two cakes, sat on the ground casually, and started eating as if no one was around.

Seeing that he was concentrating on his breakfast, the monk from Skull Mountain cautiously took a few steps back. Seeing that the monk was still concentrating on his breakfast and seemed to be unaware of it, he ran as fast as he could.

After running a long way, he wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, still feeling frightened. Seeing that the black monk really didn't chase him, he still couldn't believe that the black monk was really just begging for alms, and couldn't help but lament, "Alas, my companion died unjustly."

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"Monk, save me." A delicate cry was heard, and a delicate beauty was seen running for her life. A dagger was stuck in her chest, and blood kept dripping from the wound, leaving a string of shocking bloodstains on the ground.

A big man with his chest exposed and holding a ghost-head sword chased after her, shouting viciously: "Young lady, don't run away. Let's find a place to hide as soon as possible and have a few days of leisure."

"Amitabha, God is merciful, could you please let this girl go?" A monk with a handsome face stepped forward and stood between the beauty and the big man.

When the young lady saw someone rescuing her, she was so grateful that she threw herself into the monk's arms in excitement.

The young lady leaned in the monk's arms, her voice weak and urgent: "Master, please save me. I have nowhere else to go. Please protect me."

Her eyes were full of fear and pleading, and her beautiful face looked pale and helpless due to pain and fear. At the same time, her hands tightly grasped the monk's robe, as if it was her last straw.

"Don't be afraid, girl." Zhikong nodded at her, then looked at the person who came calmly.

However, the monk's expression suddenly changed, and he whispered, "You!"

When everyone looked closely, they found that a dagger had been stuck in the monk Zhikong's chest at some point. The area around the dagger was purple and black, and he was so numb that he didn't feel any pain. It was obvious that he had been poisoned.

Zhikong's eyes widened with anger, and he pushed the female cultivator away fiercely with one palm, then pulled out the dagger stuck in his chest and threw it on the ground. However, the poison had already entered his body and spread rapidly like a poisonous snake.

The young lady wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, slowly stood up, and stood side by side with the burly man with a ghost-like head and a big knife. Both of them had a playful look on their faces and looked at the monk coldly.

The monk looked at the two men with grief and anger, his heart full of regret. However, at this time, his face had completely turned purple and black, and his life was slipping away quickly.

After a while, Zhikong died, and his purple-black body fell to the ground with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. The wind blew quietly, as if sighing at this tragic scene.

After a long time.

A senior monk looked around and asked in confusion, "Zhikong has been collecting morning dew for a long time, why hasn't he come back yet?"

At this moment, a young monk ran over in panic, shouting, "Oh no! Senior Brother Zhikong has been killed!"

The monk was furious when he heard this and shouted, "What? Take us there quickly."

A group of people hurriedly walked out of the defensive formation and ran outside quickly.

From afar, the people in Lingyin Temple saw a heavily made-up scarecrow standing in a patch of weeds. The scarecrow had a bald head and was wearing a bright long dress. Who else could it be but Zhikong?

The crowd walked to within five steps of him and stood there, all of them filled with grief and indignation.

An old monk sighed and said slowly: "Zhikong is a rare and intelligent person. I don't want him to die so early in this secret place." After that, he shook his head slightly and said, "Bury him."

The big monk pressed his palms on the ground and activated his skills. The ground slowly surged and slowly swallowed up the scarecrow-like Zhikong.

At this moment, something strange happened. A thick purple-black poisonous fog suddenly gushed out from the burial ground, spreading rapidly like a surging tide.

Everyone's eyes were stern, and they thought to themselves that this group of people were really vicious. Fortunately, they didn't get close, otherwise they would have been knocked down immediately.

"Back off quickly." Without the big monk's order, everyone backed off together, looking nervous.

However, just as they took a few steps back, they heard a cold voice: "It's too late to leave now."

A group of assassins from Feiniao Tower surrounded them, and behind them, a thick purple-black poisonous fog also rose up, attacking the people from Lingyin Temple from the front and back.

The place was filled with poisonous fog and danger was lurking on every side. Everyone in Lingyin Temple was in a desperate situation.

The monk was not afraid of danger, his eyes were wide open, his hair was standing on end with anger, like an angry Vajra. He bent his legs slightly, kicked the ground hard, and jumped out like an arrow.

On his ferocious face, there was a raging rage after seeing his enemies, and an immense indignation at their despicable behavior. At this moment, he seemed to have become the embodiment of justice, vowing to avenge the death of Zhikong.

I saw golden light flashing on his body like the bright sun, and the light gathered on his fists. The light became brighter and brighter, as if it would illuminate the entire space.

With a roar, his fists suddenly punched out like meteors. The powerful force made the air explode. "Get out of my way!" This roar seemed to contain endless power, shaking the surrounding leaves to fall.

The other side, Shu Er, was equally fearless. He stood up straight, like a towering mountain. There was no fear on his face, but instead a kind of cold confidence.

His aura was as overwhelming as a surging tide, making people shudder. His pair of black fists were as strong as iron, as if they were made of steel. Black light flowed on his fists, emitting a mysterious and powerful aura.

When the two men's fists collided, time seemed to freeze at this moment.

The monk's fist, shining with golden light, with an indomitable momentum, smashed towards Shu Er like a burning meteorite. Shu Er's black fist was as steady as a mountain, like an unshakable fortress. The moment the golden and black lights touched, they burst into dazzling light, as brilliant as fireworks.

The shock wave generated by the powerful collision spread in all directions, and the surrounding trees were blown to the ground, with leaves flying all over the sky. The air seemed to be torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound. The force was like a surging sea wave, impacting everything around it wave after wave.

The monk only felt that his fist had hit an indestructible iron wall, and an unimaginable force was transmitted from the opponent's fist. His arm was instantly numb, and the force quickly spread throughout his body along his arm, causing his body to fly backwards involuntarily.

He drew an arc in the air and finally fell heavily into the poisonous fog.

Shu Er just took a step back, swayed slightly, and then stabilized his body. His eyes were still cold, as if the collision just now was just a trivial matter to him. He looked at the big monk who fell into the poisonous fog, and a contemptuous smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

The other monks of Lingyin Temple were so shocked when they saw this scene that they opened their mouths wide for a long time. They couldn't believe their eyes. You know, the big monk's boxing skills were already ranked in the top three among the crowd. That was a powerful strength honed through countless battles.

However, now they were no match for the masked killer. Everyone's hearts sank, and a feeling of despair spread. They realized that the other party was definitely not an unknown person. The other party knew that they were from Lingyin Temple, one of the five sects, but they still dared to attack. This could only mean that they were well prepared.

It seems that a fierce battle is inevitable!

The old monk's eyes flickered, and his expression changed from initial shock to contemplation, and finally revealed a trace of panic. He stared at Shu Er closely and said in a deep voice: "You are Hei Quan Yima, one of the ten heroes!"

He was not only panicked because he recognized Shijie Yima, but also because such a person as Shijie was not the leader of this team of assassins. It seemed that the leader of the assassins who had always looked calm must be very strong. The difficulty of this battle was far beyond their imagination.