Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 348 6 Treasure Secret Realm 2

When the remaining three monks saw the spiritual weapon, the greed in their eyes became stronger, like hungry wolves seeing fat prey. They all took out their best skills and attacked Wei Yangjing with a sudden and overwhelming attack.

"No matter how strong he is, he is just one person. Two of his defensive magic weapons are broken. He can't hold on for much longer." A yellow-haired man shouted wildly. It was a rare opportunity for this young man to escape from the protection of bodyguards. He would have no chance of escaping unless he was skinned alive today.

If this person had heard of Duobao Jin'erlang of the Qichengweizhai, he would probably have turned around and left like Wang Qiye after seeing this disgusting thing.

The last defensive magic weapon in front of Wei Yangjing was shaky under the fierce attack, as if it would break at any time. However, he just smiled lightly, with a hint of calmness and confidence in his smile.

He patted his storage bag and summoned two more defensive magic weapons, just in time to fill the gap left after this defensive magic weapon was broken. With a flash of light, the defense was once again stable.

The spiritual weapon sword turned around in the air and attacked the next cultivator like a flash of lightning. The speed was so fast that people had no time to react.

Seeing this, another monk decided to retreat and escape from this dangerous place.

"He doesn't have many defensive magic weapons left." The yellow-haired man showed greed, and he was sure that the pretty boy wouldn't be able to hold on for much longer.

The monk who was about to leave thought about it and felt that it made sense. Driven by greed, he gave up the idea of ​​escaping and joined the siege.

The spiritual sword once again demonstrated its powerful force. After piercing through another monk, there were only two besieging monks left.

At this time, Wei Yangjing's defensive magic weapon was only one left, crumbling. The two men saw hope, their greedy eyes were as bright as light bulbs. They ignored the flying spiritual sword, as if they had seen the dawn of victory and countless treasures beckoning to them.

However, when they saw this pretty boy take out two more defensive magic weapons from his storage bag, they all showed looks of despair.

"No!"

Their voices were filled with reluctance and despair. They had never imagined that this seemingly weak pretty boy actually possessed so many defensive magic weapons, seemingly endless.

Their greed eventually pushed them into the abyss of despair.

Wei Yangjing looked at the four bodies on the ground with a gloomy face, and shook his head slowly and gently, his heart full of confusion and anger.

He really didn't understand. He had already displayed his precious spiritual weapon as a demonstration, but these ignorant monks didn't know how to retreat and escape, causing him to waste so much precious time here in vain.

Not only did he lose eight defensive magic weapons for no reason, but now he had to rush to the place where he had agreed to meet with the man surnamed Duan. According to the previous bet, he would have to lose another magic weapon to the other party. When he thought of this, he felt a sharp pain in his heart, because those were all precious magic weapons that he had accumulated with great effort.

He looked eagerly at the spoils on the ground, his eyes full of desire and calculation, hoping to recover some of his losses from them so that he would not suffer too much. At this moment, he was thinking about how to get enough value from the relics of these dead monks to make up for his huge losses.

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A monk who looked like charcoal suddenly threw a punch. The powerful punch carried an overwhelming force that instantly blasted the monk in front of him through.

One of the three souls and seven spirits of the monk flew towards the monk at high speed, and in the blink of an eye it melted into his coal-black skin. Then, a dazzling light flashed, and his originally shiny black skin became even darker and more shiny than before.

He raised his hand and scratched his bald head. His big copper bell-like eyes looked around and he muttered, "This Wang Qiye is really bad. I don't know where he has hidden himself again."

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"A Sword Comes from the West"

Shang Xianming of Wanjian Mountain raised his finger and lightly tapped it. The flying sword instantly turned into a sharp cold light and pierced through the brow of a cultivator at lightning speed.

"Senior Brother Shang is so awesome." The female monk next to him couldn't help but cheer. She looked at this high-spirited middle-aged man with ardent eyes, her eyes full of admiration.

Shang Xianming calmly retracted his flying sword, then looked around, but did not see Wang Qiye. He could not help feeling a little regretful.

In preparation for this duel with Wang Qiye, he had invested heavily and brought two famous swords with him. He was determined to destroy Wang Qiye's Red Rain and thus avenge his previous humiliation.

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"Wind and Clouds"

Duan Qiuchen from Yangxinyuan was as graceful as a swallow. He glided gracefully in the wind and gently waved the paper fan in his hand, instantly creating a wind blade tornado.

The wind blade tornado was fierce and violent, like a raging dragon, tightly enveloping the monk. The wind blades whistled in the air, cutting everything around. In just three breaths, a shrill scream came from the wind blade tornado.

Duan Qiuchen stood proudly on the mountainside, looking down slightly. At this moment, he happened to see Wei Yangjing's head popping up. A smug smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he snorted and said, "A defeated general, a fool who only knows how to give away treasures."

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"Shadowless Whip"

Ye Hanshuang's eyes flashed, and he swung the long whip in his hand violently. Several sharp whip shadows whizzed out in an instant.

Seeing this, the monk did not dare to be careless at all and hurriedly raised the sword in his hand to defend himself.

When the sharp sword collided with the whip shadow, a crisp sound was heard, and the whip shadow was shattered. However, what was unexpected was that the shattered whip shadows did not disappear, but became more and more numerous, dancing in the air like countless spirit snakes, dazzling the eyes.

The whip shadows intertwined together, forming an airtight net that enveloped the monk. The monk's face became more and more solemn, and he kept waving his sword, trying to resist the whip shadows that were coming like a tide. But the number of whip shadows was too large, and he gradually felt powerless, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

Ye Hanshuang stared at the monk closely, and waved the long whip in his hand again, and the attack of the whip shadow became more fierce.

"Not good!" the monk shouted, his voice full of fear and despair.

However, it was too late. Countless whip shadows instantly wrapped around his body like spirit snakes. The whip shadows seemed to have life, quickly crawling all over his body, and getting tighter and tighter, like a huge shackle, making him unable to move.

The monk's face turned pale, and he struggled desperately, but to no avail. As the whip tightened, his breathing became more and more difficult, and finally, he slowly died in despair.

Ye Hanshuang's face was as calm as water, without any ripples. She looked at the monk who had died in front of her with indifference, as if this was just a normal thing. She skillfully put away the monk's relics, her movements were clean and neat, without a trace of dragging.

Then, Ye Hanshuang glanced at the locator in her hand, and a trace of thought flashed in her eyes. After a moment, she resolutely walked in one direction, and her figure gradually disappeared in the vast night.

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A monk ran away like a frightened bird, his face full of fear. His clothes rustled in the wind, and his hair became messy.

Behind him, four monks from the Thousand Demon Palace were chasing him relentlessly, with cold light flashing in their eyes, as if they were a group of hungry wolves chasing their prey.

Suddenly, there was a flash of light under the monk's feet, and his face turned pale in an instant.

"Restriction?" He cried out in horror, his voice filled with despair.

Before he could make any move, a string of sharp ground spears rose from the ground and stabbed him in the spot like a poisonous snake. He struggled painfully, but could not break free from the restraints of the ground spears.

"Well done, Yuan Xiaoliu!" The people who were chasing closely saw this scene, all showed joy on their faces, and they gradually gathered around.

The monk who was pierced by the ground spear was breathing weaker and weaker, and his eyes were full of the desire to survive. He begged for mercy with difficulty: "Brother Yuan, we have no grudges against each other, can't you let me go?"

"Go tell that to the Ox-Headed and Horse-Faced Guards." Yuan Xiaoer threw a flying knife expressionlessly. The knife cut through the air like lightning and killed him instantly.

The monk's body trembled slightly, and then he remained motionless. The Yuan brothers looked at the corpse on the ground, without any mercy in their eyes. In this world full of killing, only the strong can survive, and the weak can only become stepping stones for others.

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Yu Jinyan of Feiyun Sect had a cold look in her eyes. She swung the sword in her hand. A sharp sword light flashed, and a cultivator was knocked to the ground in an instant.

However, she still seemed unsatisfied, and with a flick of her wrist, she struck again with the sword. The blade pierced deeply into the ground, making a dull sound.

This time, she saw with her own eyes that her former nightmare had entered this secret realm of killing and torture again. When she thought of the existence that had once frightened her so much, a strong sense of anger and unwillingness surged in her heart.

She had been training hard day and night for this moment. She had to kneel before him and survive. The feeling of shame was still deeply engraved in her heart. She secretly vowed to get back this shame no matter what.

Yu Jinyan tightly grasped the sword in her hand, with a determined look in her eyes. She knew that the battle had just begun, and she had to bravely face her past and defeat the nightmare in order to truly be liberated and grow.