Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 347 6 Treasure Secret Realm 1

Wang Qiye landed on the ground with his feet, and felt his head spinning. He shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel the strong feeling of dizziness. The feeling was like a surging wave, constantly impacting his consciousness. After a long time, he finally felt a little clear.

Slowly opening my eyes, the Six Treasures Secret Realm before my eyes unfolded like a mysterious scroll.

What comes into view is an ancient and desolate land. The dark color seems to tell the sedimentation of time and endless vicissitudes. In the distance, the jagged peaks stand like silent giants, and the steep cliffs are full of jagged rocks, some of which are like monsters with bared fangs and claws, and some are like old men in quiet contemplation. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, floating like a veil, adding a touch of mystery to the peaks.

The land beneath my feet exudes an ancient atmosphere, as if carrying countless stories. Occasionally, some strange patterns can be seen on the ground, which seem to be ancient runes or the work of nature. The surrounding trees are tall and twisted, with intertwined branches and leaves showing a deep dark green color, swaying gently in the breeze, making a rustling sound.

In the sky, dim light fell through layers of clouds, casting a hazy veil over the entire secret realm. Indistinctly, one seemed to hear some faint sounds, as if they were calls from ancient times, or the whispers of mysterious creatures.

Wang Qiye stood on this mysterious land, feeling a strong desire to explore in his heart, and at the same time he felt unprecedented pressure. He knew that in this secret realm of Liubao full of unknowns, every step might hide huge dangers.

"Tap..."

Wang Qiye heard footsteps and slowly looked away. He saw two monks holding weapons and walking towards him aggressively.

Wang Qiye's hands shook slightly, and two of the five knives behind him flew out instantly and landed steadily in his hands. He carefully felt the weight of the Heavenly Sword, and then cast his eyes on the person who came.

One of these two is at the ninth level of foundation building, and the other is at the eighth level. They are from the Sky Spider Sect, and they randomly ended up together in this murderous secret realm at the beginning. No one knows whether this is their luck or misfortune.

The two men walked to five steps in front of Wang Qiye and stopped. Seeing that he didn't even have a defensive magic weapon, they shouted arrogantly: "Boy, if you leave the magic weapon behind, I can still spare your life."

Perhaps it was the magic of the anti-aging pill that caused him, a 32-year-old monk, to be mistaken for a pretty boy in his 20s and be looked down upon.

Wang Qiye just felt a little funny. In this murderous secret realm, could anyone be frightened? He didn't say any more nonsense. Five attack talismans suddenly flew out from his clothes on his chest. They were arranged in a "品" shape and rushed forward first to open up a path, and he followed closely behind.

"If you don't accept my toast, you'll have to drink a forfeit!" Upon seeing this, the two men quickly reached into their arms and threw out a few attack talismans to meet the attack. At the same time, light flashed on their bodies, and defensive talismans and defensive magic weapons all appeared. Then they rushed forward with knives raised with a grin.

Wang Qiye's eyes were stern, and he held Wentian and a new knife tightly in his hands, and his figure flashed like a ghost. When the five attack talismans collided with the opponent's talismans and burst into brilliant light, he took advantage of the impact and rushed forward at an extremely fast speed.

He tapped the ground with his toes, leaped up lightly, and spun in the air. The Heaven-asking Knife in his hand drew a sharp arc. The blade shone with a cold light, as if it could cut through the air. The moment he landed, his legs slightly bent, and he stood firmly in an extremely stable posture. Then, he rushed towards the two monks without hesitation, his steps firm and powerful.

At the moment of approaching the enemy, Wang Qiye's figure flashed again, and he appeared beside the eighth-level foundation-building cultivator as if teleporting. The Heaven-asking Knife in his hand stabbed out at a tricky angle, as fast as lightning. The cultivator hurriedly raised his knife to block, but Wang Qiye's strength was so great that the cultivator was shocked and retreated again and again.

Wang Qiye did not give the opponent a chance to breathe. He turned his wrist and swung the new knife again. The knife flashed like a shadow and chopped at the enemy continuously. His movements were smooth and there was no delay. Each knife contained powerful power and precise control.

Facing the attack of the ninth-level foundation-building cultivator, Wang Qiye dodged the opponent's blade with a sidestep. Then, he slashed with his backhand, and the opponent's blade collided again. Sparks flew everywhere, and the powerful impact made the surrounding air vibrate.

Wang Qiye gritted his teeth and used his arms to force the opponent's knife down. Then, he turned around and kicked the opponent in the chest. The monk quickly blocked it with his arms, but was still kicked back several steps.

"The idea is difficult, so let's fight quickly and decisively." The two men didn't expect that even with their combined strength, they couldn't defeat him and were even beaten by him.

Wang Qiye also sighed slightly. With the help of talismans and defensive magic weapons, he had had chances several times to finish them off with one blow, but he was blocked. It seemed that in front of these second-level masters who were fully prepared for attack and defense, even someone as strong as himself would have a lot of effort to take down the two of them.

But Wang Qiye is not someone who will retreat easily. His eyes focused, and his aura suddenly surged. He was seen waving his two swords with both hands, drawing sharp arcs in the air, and the sword light flashed like lightning. His figure shuttled between the two people like a ghost, and the speed was so fast that it was dazzling.

The monk was horrified and raised his sword to block. However, Wang Qiye's sword contained a huge force, and it was unstoppable. With a crisp sound of impact, the monk's sword was directly shaken away, spinning in the air, and fell to the ground far away.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Qiye moved as fast as lightning. He turned around and stabbed the eighth-level foundation-building cultivator with another swift knife.

The monk was panicked. He tried his best to dodge and hurriedly called for defensive magic weapons to come and resist.

Wang Qiye's new knife was tightly clamped by the defensive magic weapon, but he reacted very quickly, flicked his wrist, and slashed around. The Heaven-Wen Knife was like a flash of lightning, instantly piercing the monk's chest.

Blood gushed out, forming a tragic blood flower in the air.

Without the other cultivator to hold him back, Wang Qiye killed one person without any pause. With a determined look in his eyes, he immediately rushed towards the ninth-level foundation-building cultivator.

The monk was already frightened, his face was as pale as paper, but he could only bite the bullet and fight. The two swords in Wang Qiye's hands danced tightly, attacking him like a violent storm, and each sword carried a deadly threat.

The monk gradually couldn't hold on any longer, and wounds kept appearing on his body, with blood gushing out.

Finally, under Wang Qiye's fierce attack, the monk was chopped to the ground and lost his fighting ability. He lay on the ground, breathing weakly, his eyes full of despair.

Wang Qiye looked at the two people on the ground and breathed a sigh of relief. He put away his two swords and began to collect the spoils of the two people from the Sky Spider Sect in an orderly manner. Those magic tools, talismans and other items flashed in her hands one by one.

At this moment, the souls of the two monks floated out, and without Wang Qiye's guidance, they pounced directly towards him as if they had seen a stunning beauty.

However, they eventually entered the body of the little black snake that had been lurking there. The little black snake moved slightly, and seemed to be quite satisfied with the two souls.

From time to time, there was a flash of light on the ground, and monks were teleported in one after another. The light flickered, as if it was the guidance of fate, sending these monks into this battlefield full of blood and challenges. Some of them looked solemn, some were full of fighting spirit, and some were terrified, but without exception, they were about to be involved in this peak killing between the second-level monks.

The light continued to flicker for an hour before finally stopping. During this long period of time, each flicker of light was like a heartbeat, foreshadowing the coming storm. When the last ray of light disappeared, the entire space seemed to fall into an eerie silence. However, this silence was only a brief peace before the storm.

This peak killing between the second-level monks has just begun. The air is filled with tension, as if you can hear everyone's heartbeat. The monks look at each other, their eyes full of vigilance and hostility. They know that here, only the strong can survive, and only fighting can determine fate.

This killing is destined to be a cruel and fierce contest, and everyone will fight for their own survival and glory.

……

Four monks surrounded a young man in brocade clothes, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

The four of them were originally fighting happily when a beam of teleportation light flashed in the center of the battlefield. This sudden change made them stop.

When the light faded, only an imposing young man was seen standing in the center, dressed in brocade, with a fair face, just like the person in the painting.

After seeing the pretty boy clearly, the four men who had just fought fiercely looked at each other, with a trace of greed in their eyes. They all grinned at the "fat sheep" in the middle, as if they had seen a huge treasure.

Bai Yulou Wei Yangjing was not afraid of danger. He bowed calmly and said in a steady and powerful voice: "May I ask you, I am in a hurry and I want to see the power of that indigenous third-level fire ox. Can you tell me where this place is?"

"Go to the underworld and ask!" The four of them had perfect tacit understanding, and they used all their attacking magic weapons and talismans, and rushed towards the pretty boy like a tide. For a moment, the light was flashing and the momentum was fierce.

Wei Yangjing sighed softly, as if he had anticipated this situation. "Duan is going to get ahead of me again." He casually summoned two defensive magic weapons, which flashed with light and blocked all the attacks.

However, the defensive magic weapon could not withstand the attacks of the four people. One of them immediately broke into pieces. The other one was also about to fall apart, as if it would break at any time.

There was no expression on his face, and he summoned two defensive magic weapons to surround himself. "Everyone, can you talk now?"

Seeing that this fat sheep had so many defensive magic weapons, several people were even more envious. They moved quickly and attacked more fiercely, as if they wanted to defeat Wei Yangjing completely.

Wei Yangjing sighed again, and a small sword flew out of his storage bag. The small sword exuded a mysterious light, and the sword body was slender but contained powerful power.

"Go!" Wei Yangjing shouted softly.

The small sword turned into lightning and shot towards a monk at such a speed that the monk had no time to react.

"Spiritual weapon!" The cultivator's heart was broken, and his eyes were filled with fear. He never expected that this crazy pretty boy actually had a second-level spiritual weapon worth 1000 million spiritual stones.

The spiritual weapon directly penetrated the defensive magic weapon and passed through the monk's heart. Blood gushed out, and the monk's eyes widened, slowly falling down, his face full of unwillingness and despair.