Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 231: Seven Cities Surrounding the Village 7

However, everyone was already scared out of their wits, fearing that if they angered him, they would be the next to fall. Even the monks who had set up the defensive stone wall did not have the confidence that they could block his sword.

Being so close, the waves of sword power surging from the perverted demon's body could hit his face. If he hadn't been leaning tightly against the arms of the person behind him, he would have lost his strength and collapsed to the ground.

Fortunately, Wang Qiye's sight was blocked by the stone wall, and he had no target for a while, which made him sober up. Otherwise, if his sword intent continued to grow, the consequences would be disastrous. The surging waves of resentment would eventually destroy his only rationality, and he would become a puppet of resentment, and eventually die in battle.

After five seconds of unbearable silence, Wang Qiye finally recovered. He was still a little dizzy at the moment. When he saw clearly that he was more than 300 meters away from the two beasts, cold sweat broke out and wet his back.

But he had no clothes on at the moment, so he was clearly visible to everyone, but no one dared to attack him. Everyone was still in shock, so how could they dare to face this perverted demon?

Seeing that no one attacked him, Wang Qiye did not dare to attack them again. He was in a very bad state at the moment, so he could only pretend to be calm and slowly walked towards the two beasts with a knife. He wanted to go faster, but his current body did not allow it, so he could only go at this speed.

"Should I collect the spoils myself?"

Wang Qiye was in a dilemma. Would it be normal if he accepted it? Would it mean that he was in a very bad state if he didn't accept it?

In fact, Wang Qiye was overthinking. He was already frightened and was startled by his every move. How could he possibly think that he was dying?

The spiritual consciousness swept along with Wang Qiye's footsteps, finding the spoils on the ground one by one. The storage bag on his body, the talisman in his arms, the magic weapon that fell on the ground, and even the broken magic weapon were not spared, all flew into Wang Qiye's storage bag.

The blood of the monks who fell to the ground had already dried up. Although the eagle beast was stunned the whole time, his body's instinct still prompted him to complete the harvest without realizing it.

At this moment, the Eagle Beast was wearing a mask, so people couldn't see his face clearly. But if they stared at the naked pervert, they would find that the Eagle Beast was emitting a hazy light all over his body, like a big cocoon, surrounding him.

The distance of more than 300 meters was not long. Wang Qiye only killed through the center, a place as wide as three carriages. There were monks on both sides. But now everyone seemed to have agreed to a truce. They were all staring at the perverted demon. When he walked past them, he was breathing heavily as if he had found a life.

When Wang Qiye finally returned to the camp, he quickly grabbed a piece of clothing from the storage bag and put it on in a hurry. It was his first time running naked and he felt very stressed!

He was now completely exhausted, and the energy of his "Divine Armor" had been consumed to only 3/1. Not caring that the middle-aged man was still recovering, he sat behind him and meditated to recover.

The bald man took a rest, but his power was still there. For a moment, no one dared to take action.

Mi Pengyong's eyes lit up as he looked at Wang Qiye, as if he had seen a stunning beauty. The more than 40 lone wolves also narrowed their eyes slightly, staring at Wang Qiye, emitting a terrifying light. Mi Pengyong's men also had glowing eyes, so bright that even the two who had already fought a few moves and were about to launch a return attack stopped their actions and thought about it.

Xiong Fangfan, who had already retreated to recover, did not leave, but lined up at the end of Mi Pengyong's team, ready to recover to full strength and fight again. In the previous conflict, he had knocked down eight people, which was a great harvest. This was much easier than ambushing those poor wandering cultivators in the wilderness.

Normally, he considered himself a genius, and any person who could fight his way out of the chaotic group of scattered cultivators had climbed up by stepping on the skulls of the cultivators. But after meeting the bald man today, his desire to win became much calmer.

"It's so good to be alive." Xiong Fangfan stared at the bald head and muttered to himself.

"what--"

Two screams echoed throughout the corridor, scaring the seven city monks, whose nerves were already wound up. Everyone looked over there, and it turned out to be Mi Pengyong's team. The monk came to his senses and killed the two monks who were lying on the ground in front of him with two swords.

"what--"

Two more screams rang out, and the monk on the right, who was waiting in line to fight a few moves before leaving, also reacted and fired his spear repeatedly, killing the monk in front of him who was so scared that he peed his pants and collapsed on the ground, and took away their magic tools and storage bags. He was already content to leave, but his greedy eyes, facing the trembling monks of the Seven Cities, made him unable to retreat, and instead took a step forward.

"kill!"

Six lone wolves and four of Mi Pengyong's men lined up and attacked. These people who had lost their courage and only had the instinct of survival to resist, how could they be a match for this fresh force. The monks from the seven cities in the corridor retreated one after another, and there was no will to fight.

However, the people outside the corridor were unaware and were still pushing their way in. The two sides pushed each other, and neither could move the other. Originally, the two sides were evenly matched, but as more and more monks from the seven cities fell in the corridor, the balance was broken. The people outside the corridor pushed these monks who had lost their courage and slowly poured in.

The eagles and tigers had some free time, so they sat down, adjusted their breathing and meditated, recovered their spiritual power, and enjoyed this rare leisure time. Of course, they didn't think that the battle was won just like that, this was just an appetizer, and the real battle hadn't started yet.

Next to Mi Pengyong stood a pretty female nun, who was wearing a bamboo hat so her face could not be seen clearly. However, just looking at her curvy figure, one would want to commit a crime. One would know that she must be quite pretty and would be a person who would bring disaster to the country and the people.

At this time, Mi Pengyong seemed to have reached some kind of consensus with the pretty female cultivator beside him, named Zhan Qiaoqi. The killing team he sent out was the initial display of their cooperation.

Anyone with a discerning eye can now see that these cowardly monks from the seven cities are just chickens to be slaughtered at will.

Mi Pengyong's men had killed several people in a row, but the tiger and eagle beasts remained indifferent and even sat down on the spot to recover.

It seems that the black crow has consumed too much energy and is no longer able to fight. The eagle and tiger beasts are too proud to bully the weaklings. It is possible for Mi Pengyong to slaughter these broiler chickens with only his own men, but there will definitely be some casualties, and this is secondary. If these people are not killed in a short period of time and they recover, the eagle will not be able to kill them, but will instead have its eyes pecked out by the eagle.

Just when Mi Pengyong was struggling, Zhan Qiaoqi came up and actually united the lone wolf team. Although her request was a bit excessive, Mi Pengyong still agreed. Since they wanted to take the lion's share, they naturally had to act as the main force. Although there were more people on his side, everyone was in the mentality of fighting a few times and then leaving. Naturally, the strength of these lone wolves was not comparable.

"Zhan Qiaoqi, I still don't understand how you were able to make those arrogant lone wolves obey your orders in such a short period of time?" Mi Pengyong asked while directing his men to replace the wounded.

"I told them that I had an affair with that bald guy and that our child was already born, so they chose to listen to my advice during this period of time." That pleasant voice rang in Mi Pengyong's heart.

Mi Pengyong couldn't help but admire him in his heart. Even he couldn't come up with such a brilliant idea in such a short time.

In the end, these lone wolves will definitely reach a consensus and choose a manager they approve of, but by the time they decide the winner, it will be too late. Zhan Qiaoqi gave them a reason, which was too fake. Anyone who heard it would know it was a lie, but it was just such a lie that all the lone wolves believed it.

Yes, they only needed a reason to convince themselves, and Zhan Qiaoqi gave them a reason that they could not refuse.

"But do we need to renegotiate our share of the profits?" Mi Pengyong looked at the increasing number of monks from the seven cities who were dying, his eyes getting hot. He had already killed more than a hundred monks. Anyone who came across this wealth would be jealous.

"Not a single word."

The graceful Zhan Qiaoqi beside her responded in a firm tone, leaving no room for compromise.

"Why are you asking? Our people are not that bad, are they?" Mi Pengyong was not convinced. The men who were fighting on the front line had seen blood, and their mentality was different. They were no slower than those lone wolves. Everyone contributed the same amount of effort, so why should they be paid differently for the same work? After this battle, if the distribution plan was the same again, he would not be able to explain it to his men.

"Because I really had an affair with that bald guy." Zhan Qiaoqi said lightly.

Mi Pengyong suddenly felt his face flushed, as if he had been slapped twice and was so insulted that he couldn't speak. After all, he was not as shameless as Zhan Qiaoqi.

"I'm sorry, brothers." This was the only way he could comfort himself.

As the monks from the seven cities outside the corridor pushed and squeezed towards the inside, they began to pour in. Under the command of Mi Pengyong and Zhan Qiaoqi, the slaughtering team also began to fight and retreat, and every time they cut down one, they did not forget to put the spoils in their pockets and then withdraw.

The organized team here that supports each other is definitely not on the same level as the scattered soldiers on the opposite side. Up to now, no one has died. This is certainly related to the bonus buff, but it is also related to their own strength.

"Oh, it was broken through so quickly? I thought we had to wait until dark."

Bai Xingchen glanced at the sky. The sun had already set, but had not yet set. The two sides had been fighting from sunrise to sunset.

Bai Xingchen sighed as he watched the surging tide of monks from the seven cities begin to pour into the tunnel again. "At least let me enjoy the sunset before leaving."