Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 246: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

"Go and save him."

Zhan Qiaoqi shouted, and everyone reacted and rushed towards the Iron Fist Saint Jiabai who had been motionless.

The monks from the seven cities did not make any move. They just watched silently and missed this rare opportunity to attack.

This is the respect that the top ten deserve.

Everyone rushed to feed the holy medicine for broken bones into his mouth, but Sheng Jiabai still kept his eyes closed, his breath dim.

"No, his injuries are too severe. Although the devil sword Fu Haishan is dead, these devil flames are still burning his vitality. We have no way to deal with these devil flames."

Wang Qiye looked at Sheng Jiabai, whose breath was weak and whose hair had a few silver strands, and shook his head. He was afraid that the devil fire was not only devouring his vitality, but also his lifespan.

"Quick, help him to return. We can't do anything with this devil flame, but those Yuanying monsters up there should be able to do something."

Zhan Qiaoqi said anxiously.

Everyone then remembered where they were and hurriedly activated Iron Fist Saint Jiabai's mechanical ball.

Three breaths later, a dry land meteor rose from the ground, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had never felt that three breaths could be so long.

Every second was torture.

"preparation."

Xun Zi from Sheshenyuan shouted in an emotionless voice, and the monks from the seven cities all sacrificed their magic weapons.

The sharp killing intent came, and everyone in Shichengzhai realized that now was not the time to worry about the Ten Elites, but to worry about themselves. The opponent did not take advantage of the opportunity when everyone was staring at the meteor to launch a sneak attack, which was already a great honor.

At this time it is 390 to 72.

Of the original six people, only three are left. Can they still hold on?

Looking at the monks from Shichengzhai retreating back to their original place and setting up their battle formation, Xunzi from Sheshenyuan spoke slowly.

"attack."

Before they could think of anything, the attack from the opposite side had already arrived. It was a long-range attack formation of monks from the seven cities. The torrent of magic at this time seemed to be affected by the battle between the ten heroes just now, and it seemed even more intensive.

Wang Qiye stood at the position of the two beasts. Originally, the old man was going to stand here first. His spiritual power had been fully recovered, but the "Divine Armor" had only recovered two-thirds.

Wang Qiye decided to fight for a while himself, and when the old man came back, he could still fight back a little.

"Amitabha, good, good, why should the donor be so persistent?"

Master Zhong Gen of Lingyin Temple chanted a Buddhist name and stood in front of Wang Qiye.

"Since you have already left home, why would you bother with such trivial matters?"

Wang Qiye laughed and sneered.

"No, no, I am here to stop the killing."

Master Zhong Gen chanted another Buddhist name, "Precious Elephant and Majestic."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to fight, then fight. If not, get out of here."

Wang Qiye, who has completed nine years of compulsory education, does not believe in superstition.

"Hey, idiot, idiot. In that case, I will attack you with three moves. If you can block them, I will turn around and leave. But if you can't block them, please click on the "return" button and leave this place. How about that?"

Master Zhong Gen spoke with compassion.

"it is good."

Wang Qiye nodded in agreement. This big monk looked extraordinary. If he could force him to retreat, at least he would have one less strong enemy. This deal would only make money.

"Then I will show my ugliness."

After Master Zhong Gen finished speaking, golden light emanated from his whole body and his hands were clasped together, like a golden Buddha.

Wang Qiye's heart was pounding. The monk's aura was getting stronger and stronger. He had underestimated him. Even if he managed to defend himself, he was afraid that all the energy of his "divine armor" would be used up by this guy.

This monk seemed stupid, but in the end, I fell into his trap. Now it was too late. I had already sat down, and now I could only bite the bullet and continue.

"Zhengshan Fist"

Master Zhong Gen took a horse stance, changed his palm into a fist, and all the golden light on his body went to his right fist, and he attacked with a punch.

The moves are simple and plain, culminating in the master's hard work every morning. The power of one punch can shake mountains.

Wang Qiye's eyelids twitched even more. Before the fist arrived, the wind from the fist had already made the corners of his clothes rustle. If this punch was solid, at least half of the energy of his "God Armor" would be consumed by him. How could he take the next two punches?

In panic, the defensive magic weapon beside him sensed the danger to his master and automatically protected him.

Looking at the defensive magic weapon flying in front of him, Wang Qiye's eyes lit up. "Yes, why didn't I think of it."

"Hahaha, Master, your Buddhist teachings are profound. I admire you."

Wang Qiye laughed loudly and slapped his storage bag. Several defensive magic weapons flew out and blocked in front of him.

Master Zhong Gen was indeed powerful. The first magic weapon was smashed to pieces as soon as it touched his fist. The golden fist was unstoppable and then opened towards Wang Qiye. After smashing five defensive magic weapons in a row, Master Zhong Gen's punch became old and stopped.

"Ah, it seems to be God's will."

Master Zhong Gen sighed, looking at the broken defensive magic tools on the ground, feeling quite helpless. Although this punch broke five defensive magic tools, it consumed all of Wang Qiye's spiritual power, but the energy of the "God's Armor" was not consumed at all.

This was somewhat inconsistent with his original intention. Looking at Wang Qiye who had taken a Huiling Pill and then took out a bunch of defensive magic weapons, Master Zhong Gen was calm and ready.

"Amitabha."

Master Zhong Gen put his palms together again, chanted a Buddhist name, then separated his palms and drew a circle in front of him. The circle was like a mirror, revealing a portrait of Bodhisattva in the middle.

"Buddha's Compassion - Swastika Palm"

As soon as Master Zhong Gen finished speaking, the Bodhisattva in the portrait showed compassion and stretched out a hand. On the palm of his hand was a swastika Buddhist seal that shone with golden light.

Master Zhong Gen slapped his palm through the spiritual portrait, with the swastika seal of the Bodhisattva on his palm, pressing towards Wang Qiye.

Although the momentum was even more shocking, Wang Qiye sneered in his heart: "Let's see how many defensive magic weapons you can break this time."

The defensive magic weapons were lined up in front of him, ten in total, and there were more than that. There were also a few floating beside him, not activated.

This palm was indeed much stronger than the previous one, and it smashed the first three defensive magic weapons with unstoppable force. However, when the seventh defensive magic weapon was broken, the swastika Buddhist seal finally dimmed and was blocked by the eighth defensive magic weapon.

Looking at the broken defensive magic weapons on the ground, Wang Qiye felt distressed but still smiled and spoke provocatively.

"Master, come on."

Ordinary people would not do such a thing, but Wang Qiye can only use defensive magic weapons to exchange for the energy of the "Divine Armor". It is worth it to destroy such a strong man.

"Well, next, I will use my last move. Get ready."

Master Zhong Gen was calm and unaffected by Wang Qiye's words. Second-hand defensive magic tools were in great demand, and could be sold for around 2600 spirit stones. If they were broken, they could only be sold as scrap metal for 600 spirit stones. He wanted to see how much his fists were worth.

"Amitabha."

Master Zhong Gen put his palms together again, chanted a Buddhist name, and recited the true sutra, but no sound came out, but his palms were shining with golden light.

"Is it Zhengshan Fist again? It doesn't look like it. This move is at least more powerful than the previous one. We can't be careless." Wang Qiye thought to himself, and his hands moved quickly. He slapped the storage bag, and seven defensive magic weapons flew out to fill the gap.

"Double Fist Mountain"

Master Zhong Gen took a horse stance, changed his palms into fists, gathered golden light into his fists, and pressed towards Wang Qiye with the power of Buddhism.

"This monk is really good." Wang Qiye praised in his heart, commanding the defensive magic weapons lined up in a row, divided into two teams, and went to resist. He was a little worried, so he simply activated all of them and lined up to meet them. That was not all, he patted the storage bag again, and a few defensive magic weapons flew out, and then he felt relieved.

Master Zhong Gen's move was indeed more powerful than the previous two moves, but no matter how powerful a move was, it would eventually run out of power. After blasting away 10 defensive magic weapons, it was still blocked.

"Master accepts."

The magic weapon was broken into pieces again, but Wang Qiye was extremely happy.

"Donor Wang, you win."

Master Zhong Gen clasped his hands together, and was amazed by Wang Qiye's generosity. This time, he broke 22 of his defensive magic weapons, which could be considered a complete success.

"Master, have a safe journey."

Wang Qiye smiled and bowed.

"Donor Wang, we'll meet again."

Master Zhong Gen put his palms together, and the mechanical ball wrapped around him and headed towards the portal in the sky.

Nine more dry land meteors rose from the ground and chased after Master Zhong Gen.

Wei Yangjing watched the whole fight between Wang Qiye and Master Zhong Gen from the side, and suddenly felt that his Baiyu Tower was still not rich enough. Burning 4.4 spirit stones in three moves was much more extravagant than setting off his own fireworks.

"Brother Chen, I haven't seen the level of martial arts of this young brother from your sect yet, but today I have seen his heroic spirit." Bai Xingchen spread out a paper fan and fanned it gently.

"He was smart this time and had some quick wit." Chen Fuyuan nodded in response. Although he still didn't quite approve of Wang Qiye, he felt that he had done a good job, except that he had wasted some spirit stones.

"We are lucky enough to force Master Zhong Gen away without any injuries. Now that all the ten heroes have retreated, it is actually making things worse for Shichengzhai. The next battle will not be easy to deal with. How should they respond?" Ye Hanshuang was a little worried and regretted that he surrendered too early. He should at least fight side by side with this young man again.

"Then let's wait and see. I'm becoming more and more interested in this camp battle." Bai Xingchen looked at the sky which was getting dark again with great anticipation.

"Fengyun Sect Shan Yicheng, please teach me."

A cultivator from the Seven Cities stood on top of Wang Qiye and took a stance.

After seeing off Master Zhong Gen, Wang Qiye seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He stared at the Fengyun Sect monk with glowing eyes, waiting to confirm what he was thinking.