Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 355 6 Treasure Secret Realm 9

When the fifth cultivator was randomly killed by the weapon spirit, the atmosphere in the ancient hall became increasingly tense and depressing. Everyone's nerves were stretched to the extreme, like a string about to break.

"what!"

No one knew whose nerves finally broke at this critical moment, but a terrified wail suddenly broke the suffocating silence. A monk attacked the monk next to him like a mad beast.

This blow was like the fuse that lit the powder keg, instantly setting off the bloody massacre.

Various emotions such as fear, anger, and despair spread among the monks. They seemed to have lost their minds and fell into a crazy melee.

Swords flashed, spells shone, and the ancient palace suddenly turned into a tragic battlefield. Everyone was trying their best to survive, but they didn't know whether they could survive in this cruel game.

In the ancient temple, magic weapons flew everywhere, magic spells danced wildly, and more than 100 monks fought blood-thirsty. Everyone was fighting for survival and the unknown treasure.

A black-robed monk rushed left and right in the crowd with his sharp sword skills, but he was soon besieged by several monks who joined forces and his body was covered in blood.

An old man in blue was performing strange magic. Wherever he went, people avoided him. However, because he was over-exerted, he was ambushed by a young monk and was seriously injured.

In the melee, a woman screamed and swung the whip in her hand tightly, which temporarily protected herself but also attracted more enemies.

At every moment, someone fell down, and life was like a fragile petal, easily withering in this cruel melee.

In this chaotic environment with enemies on all sides, Wang Qiye did not dare to be careless. He knew that if he was not careful, he would become one of the corpses on the ground.

Around him, the defensive magic tools flashed with mysterious light, like loyal guards, always protecting him. The defensive talismans flew around him like nimble butterflies, adding layer after layer of protection for him. The light intertwined together to form an indestructible barrier.

Wang Qiye held the two swords tightly in his hands, his eyes sharp as an eagle. The blades emitted a cold light, as if announcing his inviolability to the enemies around him. His movements were agile and precise, and every time he swung the swords, he was full of determination.

Even though he was only defending, the two sharp swords seemed to have their own consciousness, forming a whirlwind of death around him.

Those monks who rushed forward without knowing whether to live or die fell under his two swords one after another. Some of them were shocked, as if they couldn't believe that they were defeated so easily; others had despair in their eyes, regretting that they should not have been involved in this cruel melee at the last moment of their lives.

After careful counting, there were actually seven monks who fell under his two swords. Their blood dyed the ground red, and combined with the blood of other monks, it formed a shocking picture.

There was no joy in Wang Qiye's heart, only endless vigilance. He knew that this battle was far from over and more dangers were waiting for him. He had to keep a clear head at all times to survive in this cruel environment.

As the killing continued, Wang Qiye kept his eyes and ears open. In this chaotic battlefield, there were only six people who were truly worthy of his attention.

A monk from Skull Mountain wearing a yellow robe, named Pang Cen.

He was tall and mighty, wielding a large sword with a ghost-shaped head in his hand with great vigor. Every time the sword fell, it brought with it a powerful force, as if it could split the air.

A circle of monks fell around him, and the corpses were lying in a mess. The blood dyed the ground red, and a layer of blood mist floated around, making people afraid to approach.

Pang Cen's eyes were full of ferocity and determination, like a hungry tiger, hunting enemies wantonly on the battlefield.

The three monks from the Sacrifice Academy stood there in this chaotic battlefield, helping each other in attack and defense.

They were like a solid reef. No matter what kind of attack, they were all neutralized by the tacit cooperation of the three of them. Their movements were in perfect unison, and they could understand each other's intentions with just a glance or a gesture.

When the enemy's attack is resolved, they will immediately counterattack with a fierce attack, catching the enemy off guard.

They exude a firm belief, as if they will not back down no matter how great the difficulties are.

Pi Zhenglu, a monk of the Sky Spider Sect, was dressed in black, holding a nine-section whip that could be used in many different ways.

The nine-section whip danced in his hand like a flexible poisonous snake. Sometimes it struck as fast as lightning, making it hard to defend against; sometimes it wrapped around the enemy's weapon like a rope, making the enemy lose its combat effectiveness. There was a hint of cunning in Pi Zhenglu's eyes, and he was always able to knock down other monks by surprise.

He is like a hunter hiding in the darkness, waiting for the best opportunity to strike a fatal blow to the enemy.

Jian Yi, who was also one of the Seven Devils, secretly complained in her heart. "If I had known earlier, I would not have come to covet this thousand-year-old elixir. I thought I could use my infinite transformations to fish in troubled waters in this chaotic battlefield."

Now he spent all day hunting geese, but his eyes were pecked out by geese. Only one person can survive this trial, and it is impossible to get away with it by pretending to be dead.

Fortunately, her ghostly body movements were ethereal, and she was always able to dodge in this chaotic battlefield. Her figure was like a ghost, appearing and disappearing, making it difficult to grasp.

Her eyes were full of vigilance and helplessness. She knew that in this brutal battle, she would die if she was not careful.

The other one is a big man with stubble and beard from Black Wind Mountain.

This big man was burly and muscular, standing there like a small mountain. His horizontal training skills were very strong, and every muscle seemed to contain infinite power.

When he swung his fists, his momentum was like a mountain pressing down on one's head, extremely powerful. With just two punches, he could easily break a cultivator's defensive magic weapon.

In this bloodbath, he turned the tables, relying on his great strength and fearless courage to chase and kill other monks. The monks he chased were terrified and fled everywhere, but they could not escape his pursuit. His eyes were burning with the enthusiasm of fighting, as if he wanted to defeat all the enemies.

The other was a monk in a black robe covered with a hood. He was so mysterious that no one could tell what he was like.

He stood there quietly, like a silent ghost. However, the blood on the ground seemed to be attracted by some mysterious force and gathered at his feet.

I think it should be the same as the eagle beast. The more monks fell, the stronger he became. His existence made people feel an invisible pressure, as if he was a demon hidden in the darkness, ready to devour all lives at any time.

In this chaotic battlefield, his figure looked particularly strange and chilling.

Wang Qiye looked at the six monks with a vigilant heart. He knew that these people were powerful opponents, and in this melee, anyone could become the final winner. He had to stay alert at all times and look for opportunities to survive this brutal battle.

I don’t know how long the fighting lasted. Time seemed to have lost its meaning in this endless blood and chaos.

In this fierce melee, Wang Qiye had been concentrating on dealing with the enemies around him, and the two swords in his hands never stopped. However, at a certain moment, he suddenly realized that the weapon spirit had said that when there were only fifty monks left, the monks who did not enter the circle would be killed on the spot.

When he thought of this, he broke out in a cold sweat. The threat of death was like a sword hanging over his head, which made him sober up instantly. She couldn't fight blindly like this anymore. She had to get into the circle as soon as possible, otherwise only death would be waiting for her. So, he began to fight consciously towards the center of the ancient temple.

However, when he approached the center of the ancient temple, he found that it had already been controlled. The tense atmosphere was like solidified air, making it hard to breathe.

Facing him was Jian Yi, one of the Seven Foundation Establishment Evils, who had six-sided phantom bodies.

Wang Qiye's heart tightened, he knew that a difficult battle was about to begin.

Wang Qiye didn't want to expose his strength so early. After all, in this melee full of dangers and unknowns, exposing himself too early might attract more and more powerful enemies.

But if we take a detour to the place now, we will be blocked by the three people from the Sacrifice Court, Pang Cen from Skull Mountain, and Pi Zhenglu from the Sky Spider Cult. And every minute we stay there is a little more danger. It's really uncomfortable to feel that this sharp sword can cut us at any time.

At this moment, Wang Qiye and Jian Yi stood opposite each other, and the air seemed to freeze at this moment. The ancient hall was filled with a tense atmosphere, as if a storm was about to come.

"Get out of the way." Wang Qiye took the initiative, clearing the way with the Heavenly Sword in his hand, and rushed towards the petite figure like an arrow from a bow. His eyes were firm and sharp, as if nothing could stop him from moving forward.

The six-faced phantom Jian Yi chuckled, and the laughter was as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, but it also carried a hint of danger. She waved her hands lightly, and a handful of silver needles instantly fell, flashing with cold light, and shot towards Wang Qiye like a fine rain curtain.

Wang Qiye was not afraid at all. His eyes were fixed, and he stretched out the two swords in his hands again and danced quickly. The two swords twisted into a ball of light and shadow, like a high-speed rotating vortex, blocking the silver needles one after another. The silver needles hit the blades, making a crisp sound, like raindrops hitting metal.

While Wang Qiye was resisting the attack of the silver needle, he continued to rush forward. His speed was extremely fast, and he rushed in front of Jian Yi in the blink of an eye. Jian Yi was slightly surprised. She didn't expect Wang Qiye's strength to be so strong. She quickly dodged and tried to avoid Wang Qiye's attack.

But Wang Qiye was prepared, and the two swords in his hands followed Jian Yi closely. Jian Yi kept changing her body shape, trying to get rid of Wang Qiye's attack, but Wang Qiye's attack followed her closely, never leaving her side.