Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 225: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

It was like entering a water curtain. After the water-like thing wrapped Wang Qiye up, the world spun around...

Although the dizziness was very strong this time, Wang Qiye was still able to bear it and did not faint. When Wang Qiye felt that he had stepped on the ground, he shook his head to dispel the heavy dizziness in his mind.

"How could this happen? Why were we assigned to Stone City?"

A monk uttered a desperate cry.

Wang Qiye felt that the name sounded familiar, so he opened his eyes and found that it was Lin Eqin, who seemed to be from Qinghuo Cave. She only had the strength of the second level of foundation building, but was assigned to this camp, which was indeed a bit frustrating.

Without paying any more attention to her, Wang Qiye raised his eyes and looked around.

The people of Lingxi Valley were scattered on a wide street. Most of the buildings around were built with stones, but there were no hawking sounds on the street. Only the flowing lights in the sky appeared from time to time.

"Hey, everyone's going to make a wasted trip this time. Surrender in three days and activate the mechanical ball as soon as possible. Otherwise, it will be difficult to deal with if someone is killed by mistake."

Chen Fuyuan sighed deeply, and the smiling face that was always cheerful looked a little ugly at this moment.

"That's all it can do."

Lin Eqin smiled bitterly, feeling a little depressed.

"Junior Sister Chi, what are your plans?"

Chen Fuyuan looked at a pretty figure.

"Of course I'm going to go to the wild and pick some herbs before they come over. I don't want to make a wasted trip."

Chi Miaoling was a little annoyed and looked unhappy.

"Then be careful. I'll go to the top of the city and chat with them."

Chen Fuyuan regained his usual smiling face.

"Everyone, do your own thing. Remember to leave here quickly on the fourth day."

"Yes, Brother Chen."

Several fellow disciples bowed to him and thanked him.

Chen Fuyuan glanced at the short-haired Taoist priest who was still looking around, then ignored him, turned in one direction and left.

"It seems that this is a dead city with no natives." Wang Qiye retracted his gaze from the building, took out a spiritual stone from the storage bag, and placed it on the mechanical ball in his hand. The mechanical ball seemed to have a sense of it, opened its four claws, grabbed the spiritual stone, and opened a hole underneath, swallowing the spiritual stone whole. In just three breaths, the mechanical ball floated up and surrounded Wang Qiye. Wang Qiye also felt that he had established a vague connection with the mechanical ball.

After only reading a few paragraphs of information, Wang Qiye understood the function and usage of this mechanical ball.

This city-state is indeed Shichengzhai, which is the target of the siege by the seven cities. Now Wang Qiye is in the center of Shichengzhai. He calls up the map and walks towards the city gate while checking the information.

Killing a monk from the enemy camp will add 100 points, cutting down the enemy camp's flag will add 1000 points, and surviving for a day will add 10 points...

Walking to the gate, Wang Qiye looked up. No matter what, the wall of Shichengzhai was still very majestic. It was ten stories high and it was tiring to just look up.

That corridor didn't seem like anything special when I looked at it on the map, but now it feels a bit big. I'm afraid that one person can't defend it.

“Is everything fate?”

Wang Qiye sighed, and walked with firm steps towards the corridor that was four people high and three carriages wide. He stopped in the middle and sat down cross-legged.

He checked his equipment again, including the defensive magic tools, the colored glass ball and the black tortoise shield, the offensive magic tools, Hongyu, Qingcang, Wentian, Zhishui, and 121 spiritual stones. With these things, Wang Qiye came.

More than three years have passed, and the magic weapon commissioned by Wang Qiye has naturally been completed. Another defensive magic weapon, the Black Turtle Shield, has been added. Wang Qiye named this newly-made sword Wentian, which has no special meaning, just for the sake of easy remembering.

The first-level Wentian sword was already in tatters, with five gaps on the blade, as if it would break at any time. Wang Qiye was reluctant to throw it away and placed it on the knife rack in the bedroom.

For some reason, Wang Qiye took out a mask, covered his face with it, and put on the Black Raven mask when he entered the secret realm. It seemed to have become his habit.

"Hey, someone actually fell before me, kid, aren't you afraid of death?"

A loud voice sounded behind Wang Qiye. Wang Qiye sat quietly to rest. He did not turn around or answer him.

The sturdy man didn't care and came to sit next to him. The road was as wide as three carriages and was very spacious. After the two of them sat down, they didn't take up much space.

The man who had just arrived was very big, wearing a short-sleeved shirt and shorts. His exposed muscular body gave people a surprising sense of explosive power. His hair was casually tied behind his head with a thin rope, giving people a rough feeling. Compared with the thin, short-haired Taoist priest next to him, it was simply a beauty and the beast.

"Hey, this design is quite unique. Do you have any more?"

The big man looked at the mask on Wang Qiye's face and became interested. He didn't seem to be worried about the upcoming battle at all.

Wang Qiye took out a tiger head mask from his storage bag and handed it over.

Since we are all going to die together, it would be good for us to have someone to take care of us on the road to the underworld.

The sturdy man took the mask, put it on his head, and was very surprised. He didn't care about his messy hair, but adjusted the mask repeatedly. Finally, he was satisfied with it. Then he rested quietly like Wang Qiye.

"Da da da."

There was a sound of footsteps behind them, but neither of them turned back. The person who was walking towards them also ignored them and sat down on the other side of Wang Qiye.

Black Crow and Tiger Head looked over and saw a tall, thin middle-aged man with a dark and deep aura and a pale face, as if he had just crawled out of a coffin. His whole body was extremely cold, as if he was holding an ice cube.

The tall and thin middle-aged man didn't pay much attention to the two people who arrived early, but when he saw that they were both wearing masks, he became curious and looked over.

Wang Qiye took out the last eagle-head mask from his storage bag and handed it over. The person was dead, but the mask was still there, so it was better to give it away now.

The gloomy middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but still reached out to take it and put it on his face casually.

Later, there were also people coming from behind. They just glanced at the few people and hurried out of the city. These people wanted to go out of the city to look for some herbs before the people from the seven cities arrived. Only a few of them came and sat quietly behind the three people. After all, only a few people were willing to die.

Wang Qiye waited here for a whole day, but no one came. As it was getting dark, the light coming through the corridor became dimmer and dimmer.

"Why is no one coming?"

Wang Qiye looked at the dark corridor and asked in confusion.

"It's still early. The nearest city-state to Stone City Walled City is still a day's journey away."

The tiger head beside him spoke calmly.

"That's it."

Wang Qiye stopped hesitating and closed his eyes to meditate, gathering his energy and preparing for the fierce battle that was to come.

While a few people were waiting here, other places were already in an uproar.

Wind moving city.

"Hahaha, my Skull Mountain's luck will never fail."

A man in a yellow robe with a string of skulls hanging around his neck laughed wildly. He landed in Fengdong City and had already secured victory. How could he not be happy?

"Hmph, the villain succeeds."

A monk nearby looked at the crazy man in the distance with an unfriendly expression and fierce eyes, while gently turning his wrist.

"Brother Gong, forget it. That ugly thing is not worth 10 spirit stones."

The Five Tiger Mountain disciple beside him also looked at the man from Skull Mountain without blinking.

"Consider him lucky."

Only then did Gong Mengzhao turn around and walk out of the city gate.

The man next to him hurried to catch up.

"Hey, people from the Blood Demon Valley now dare to walk on the street?"

A monk wearing full body armor and carrying a spear made a mocking remark.

"Who was I thinking? It turns out to be Sheshenyuan. I just wonder if you dare to give up your armor and come to my gentle land?"

The scantily clad female cultivator from the Blood Evil Valley gently licked her alluring red lips and looked provocatively at the ten cultivators who were wearing full body armor with only their eyes exposed.

A monk from the Sheshen Temple wearing armor was about to lead the crowd to teach this evil woman a lesson, but he was stopped by someone next to him. The person who pulled him shook his head at him.

"Witch, you'd better live longer. Let's go."

The leader, who was wearing full body armor, made some harsh remarks and waved his hand behind him. All the people in armor behind him followed him. When they passed by the disciples of the Blood Evil Valley, they didn't even look at them.

"Hmph, what is the Sacrifice House? I think it should be called the Shrinking Head House instead."

The exposed female cultivator looked at the ten armored figures leaving and chuckled.

"Sanniang, that Sheshenyuan is just like this."

A male cultivator from the Blood Evil Valley took the opportunity to flirt with her in the hope of becoming her lover that night.

Rain Master City.

"Master, do you want to fight for the thousand-year-old elixir this time?"

A monk from Sishui Pavilion stroked his beard and asked the monk from Lingyin Temple next to him.

"Amitabha, good, good, we are compassionate and cannot bear to increase the killing. Let's just look for some herbs outside."

The bald man chanted the Buddha's name with a kind look on his face.

"Master Zhong Gen is still very open-minded. We are just ordinary people. We don't have the breadth of mind and wisdom like you."

The Sishuige smiled lightly and looked at the monk as if he was looking at a fool.

"Fool, idiot, what is yours is yours, and what is not yours is not yours yet."

Zhong Gen chanted the Buddha's name again, and the precious elephant looked majestic and solemn.

"Master, I am sorry to bother you. If you change your mind, please cooperate with our Sishui Pavilion."

After the monk finished speaking, he bowed and left with his fellow disciples.

"Alas, all causes arise from greed, and all results come from delusion. The wonderful Dharma of the world is indeed mysterious."

Na Zhong Gen looked at the people leaving and muttered to himself.

"Why, is there a shortage of medicine on Black Wind Mountain?"

A big man with a huge hammer on his back, wearing a short-sleeved shirt, his exposed arms were as strong as iron, his muscles were bulging, and he had amazing explosive power.

"The one on the Black Wind Mountain belongs to my family. The one below the Black Wind Mountain also belongs to my family. Blacksmith, you'd better know your place, or I won't mind spending 10 spirit stones."

A big man with an evil smile on his face and a cloth scarf on his head, holding a dogtail grass from somewhere in his mouth, looked at the man from the Divine Weapon Pavilion without any fear.

“You think your grandfather is afraid of you, Yang Xiangyan, if you don’t dare to do it, you are my grandson!”

Duo Zhixin showed sarcasm on his face.

"Young man, how old are you? Aren't you afraid of shortening your lifespan by being a grandfather?"

While chewing dogtail grass, Yang Xiangyan carefully looked at the sturdy man opposite him and calculated silently in his mind.

"I, Duo Zhixin, am a person who is striving to reach the ninth realm. What does it matter if I lose a little bit of my life?"