Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 375 Leaving the 6 Treasures Secret Realm.

A dozen people walked into a valley and each found a place to sit down dejectedly.

"This time we failed to kill Wang Qiye, and instead got ourselves into trouble. What do you think we should do?" Shang Xianming's beard began to tremble slightly.

Yuan Xiaoliu said angrily, "Who could have thought that the charcoal monk would suddenly appear? If I had known, I would not have held back and killed that woman as soon as possible. Even if I offended the White Horse Villa, what would it matter?"

Duan Qiuchen frowned and said, "What's the point of saying these sarcastic words now? Let's think about how to make amends!"

Mr. Bai from Fengshui Hall pondered and said, "I think that group of men in black are obviously heading for the Black Raven. To put it bluntly, this time we accidentally helped that guy."

Yuan Xiaoer said angrily: "It's a pity that the team was too useless and failed to kill him."

Shang Xianming snorted coldly and said, "It seems that there are many people who want to kill him. This time, the other party even sent out a figure like Hei Quan Yima. Next time, they will be more fully prepared."

Bai Junyao hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "Black Fist Yima is a legendary cultivator. His origin and path are ominous, but he is extremely cruel. His boxing skills are also considered to be of some weight in the second realm. If he dies this time, the people behind him will not let it go."

Ape Xiaoer thought for a moment and said, "When we get out, we'll spread the word that it was this Black Raven who killed him. Anyway, he has a lot of lice on his body, so he's not afraid of itching anymore."

A monk from Yangxinyuan hesitated and asked, "But, does anyone believe it?"

Duan Qiuchen glared at him and said, "Why, do you want that enemy to find you?"

The monk from Yangxinyuan shrank his head. "It was the Black Crow who killed Black Fist Yima. I saw it with my own eyes!"

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In the woods.

In the blink of an eye, a few days passed, and Wang Qiye was still lying there quietly, like a sleeping statue. His injuries had improved, which was amazing. At the beginning, there was a hole as big as a bowl in his chest, and his internal organs, which were like shreds, had now miraculously recovered.

One cannot help but marvel at the mysterious and powerful methods of the immortals.

However, Wang Qiye still showed no signs of waking up. The soul fire was still swaying slightly, as if it could go out at any time, which made people worried and not knowing what to do.

In the past few days, Fang Qingtian clearly felt that his goddess was alienating him. He looked at the distance with a lonely look, and saw Li Yatong kneeling beside her master, waving a round fan attentively, looking gentle and focused.

Fang Qingtian sighed twice in melancholy, stretched out his hand and scratched his hair, full of confusion and helplessness. In the end, he still couldn't figure out why Miss Li, whom he had always held in his hands, suddenly became a different person?

Suddenly, a green bubble appeared on everyone's body, emitting a soft light, and then quickly wrapped everyone in it.

"There are only 500 people left in the secret realm. Are they ready to teleport back?" Fang Qingtian said as he looked at the green light on his body, seeming to realize something.

Li Yatong looked at the green light and felt annoyed for no reason. In the past, she had been looking forward to the green light coming soon, eager to leave this dangerous secret place as soon as possible. However, now she didn't want to see it, and it would be best if it never appeared.

During these three days, she had just overcome her fear and dared to appear beside this black monk. An inexplicable emotion surged in her heart, and she developed a special feeling for this black monk who seemed fierce and ferocious, but was actually very powerful.

If she were given two more days, she believed she would have the courage to throw herself into the arms of this black monk. At that time, she would definitely be able to fly to the top of the tree. She felt that her soft and delicate body was worthy of such a hero.

Her eyes were shining with longing and desire, and a shy blush appeared on her beautiful face.

"Haha, out of 5000 monks, finally only 500 are left. We can escape from this damn place." A monk shouted excitedly, his face filled with joy of surviving a calamity.

"You are lucky, kid. You managed to save your life." Another monk said to his companion, his tone showing both relief and emotion.

"Master Daoist, I haven't collected 200 magical instruments yet, and I am leaving like this. I am unwilling to leave." A monk who looked like a Taoist priest had a face full of regret. He looked at the surrounding environment with deep reluctance in his eyes.

"555, we can finally leave." A young monk cried with joy, his voice filled with desire and excitement to leave the secret realm.

Everyone had different emotions, but without exception, they all felt relieved to be leaving this secret place full of dangers and challenges.

Green bubbles, like shining green meteors, dragged long tails and shot towards the mysterious rotating black hole in the sky. The scene was both spectacular and full of fantasy, as if countless stars in the universe were rushing towards their own destiny.

Wang Qiye's body was also lifted up by a green bubble, and slowly floated up. At first, the speed was relatively slow, like a light feather swaying in the breeze.

But as time went on, the speed increased and moved towards the portal.

In the blink of an eye, a living cultivator in the Six Treasures Secret Realm disappeared.

The Yuanying Elder of Feiniao Tower waited for a long time, but there was no movement from the teleportation array. He looked at the short-haired young man lying on the ground for a long time, sighed softly, and his expression was full of disappointment and helplessness.

"Failed again? This time, Feiniao Tower sent out the strongest killer team of the second realm, but we didn't expect that we would still fail at the last moment." The elder's voice was low, with a deep sense of frustration.

"Not only did we fail to complete the mission, but all our people were killed. It can be said that we suffered a huge loss this time." He shook his head, his heart full of regret.

Then, he pulled his hood down, and the whole person suddenly disappeared like a wisp of smoke, leaving only silence.

Seeing that the people from Lingxi Valley had not returned for a long time, Mo Laojiu, who had closed his eyes to rest, could no longer sit still. He opened his eyes, glanced around, and finally his gaze fell on the short-haired young man who had been lying at the entrance of the teleportation array for a long time.

He felt that he looked familiar, and after thinking for a moment, he finally recognized him. Mo Laojiu stretched out his hand and Wang Qiye's body flew towards him. "Only one person came back?"

Mo Laojiu used his spiritual sense to check carefully twice, and after confirming that Wang Qiye was fine, he finally felt relieved.

Mo Laojiu stomped his feet hard, and with great momentum, he took Wang Qiye up and quickly left the ground. They rushed into the sky like an arrow from a bow, and finally hovered in the air.

"Ga--" a clear cry sounded, and a large green bird, like a green lightning, flew over in the blink of an eye. It circled in the air, and the flapping of its wings brought about gusts of wind.

Finally, the big bird glided to Mo Laojiu's feet and caught them steadily. Mo Laojiu then brought Wang Qiye and landed on its broad back.

The big bird chirped again, and then flapped its wings, as fast as the wind. In just a dozen breaths, it had flown more than 100,000 miles and appeared in the square of Qingyun Peak.

Mo Laojiu directly threw Wang Qiye to the square, and then left in a haughty manner without any nostalgia.

"Farewell, Elder Mo."

The people who were welcoming him below did not dare to be negligent. Although Mo Laojiu's figure had already gone far away, everyone still bowed respectfully to show their respect.

When everyone stood up, they saw that there was only one trial-taker falling from the air. Their faces changed and worry surged in their hearts.

When they saw clearly that it was Wang Qiye who came back, their tense faces all relaxed.

Especially Yang Jinglin, the Golden Core Great Elder of Qinglei Peak, breathed a sigh of relief, "As long as this person comes back, it will be worth it even if many people die."

Song Wujie made a move, spiritual power surged, and lifted Wang Qiye down.

The elders hurried forward to investigate. "Fortunately, he was only seriously injured and his soul fell into a deep sleep." The elders nodded, showing relief. "Congratulations, Elder Yang, this son-in-law really brings honor to you Qing Lei Feng."

Yang Jinglin nodded and said proudly, "Everyone, please hurry up and do your routine work. I am still waiting to take him back to report."

The eight inherited surnames are the eight pillar pavilions of Lingxi Valley. The status of the monks on these eight peaks is naturally higher than that of the monks on other peaks. Everyone is not surprised and has long been accustomed to this difference.

Then, everyone began to check Wang Qiye’s storage bag.

"Three boxes of thousand-year-old elixirs." Song Wujie took out the thousand-year-old elixirs from his storage bag and handed them to the other elders.

The elders looked at the precious thousand-year-old elixir with amazement in their eyes. "As expected of Lingxi Yishan, his moves are not simple."

There are only six thousand-year-old elixirs in the Liubao Secret Realm. Wang Qiye passed two levels and successfully obtained two of them. The other one was obtained from the head rat.

There are a total of three thousand-year-old spiritual medicines. No matter how they were obtained, in the eyes of the elders, they are the fortune of Lingxi Valley.

"Elder Lin, this time your Qinglei Peak has earned three thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, congratulations again." The elders showed envy and jealousy in their eyes, and their gazes were fixed on the three thousand-year-old spiritual herbs, as if they wanted to see something from them.

Yang Jinglin raised his chin slightly, a hint of pride on his face, "Everyone, thank you for letting me."

Wang Qiye went to the secret realm this time by following the route of Qinglei Peak and using Qinglei Peak's quota. In this way, the ownership of the spiritual medicines seized naturally fell on Qinglei Peak. This seemed to be an established rule that no one could question.

If disciples from other mountains obtained these spiritual herbs, they might be able to negotiate and exchange them for some price, selling some noodles and getting two spiritual herbs.

After all, in Lingxi Valley, the mountains also need to support and cooperate with each other.

However, when they encountered Qing Lei Feng, which was controlled by the eight domineering inheritance families, they could only look on in anticipation. They watched helplessly as Qing Lei Feng put such good things into his pocket, and although they were unwilling in their hearts, they could do nothing about it.

The eight inherited surnames were highly respected in Lingxi Valley, and their decisions were often unquestionable. People from other peaks could only sigh inwardly, envying Qinglei Peak's good fortune, while also thinking about how to improve the strength of their own peaks so that they could obtain more resources in the future.