Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 366 6 Treasure Secret Realm 20

"Snapped!"

There was a dull thud, and a body suddenly fell to the ground. This sound woke Fang Qingtian up from his semi-coma. He slightly opened his heavy eyelids, and when he saw clearly that the person on the ground was Miss Li, his eyes blurred for a moment, and a tear slowly rolled down.

"Hmm..." Li Yatong writhed on the ground in pain, groaning faintly. Her face was as pale as paper, and her body was covered with scars.

"I didn't expect you could actually fight to death that loser Jia Rannian. I underestimated you." Cong Xuanchen's mouth was full of sneer. He looked down at Fang Qingtian and Li Yatong with disdain in his eyes.

"Hmph, it just so happens that there's one less person to share this young lady with us. Isn't that just perfect?" Qu Runyi opened his mouth wide and revealed a ferocious smile that was full of evil and greed.

Xuan Chen smiled evilly, and that smile was full of evil and vulgarity. "I have an idea. How about we perform a double dragon and phoenix show in front of this dying man?" His eyes flashed with ill intentions, as if he couldn't wait to implement this evil plan.

Qu Runyi laughed with a cruel look on his face. "Hahahaha - Cong Xuanchen, you are really sinister! I'm afraid this middle-aged uncle can't bear the stimulation and will bite his tongue to commit suicide." His laughter echoed in the air, making people shudder.

Fang Qingtian saw Yuan Xianzhen and Lu Chenke rolling on the ground from the corner of his eye, and the last glimmer of hope was wiped out. He closed his eyes in pain, his heart filled with despair. He knew that in front of these two Skull Mountain monks, they had no chance of escaping.

He heard the sound of silk cloth being torn. He wished he could die immediately, rather than hear the desperate voice of his beloved Miss Li. His heart was bleeding, and the pain could not be described in words.

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"Non-self Buddha, Fang Qingtian, have you seen that bastard Wang Qiye? I don't know where he is hiding. It took me a long time to find him." The charred monk scratched his bald head and looked around. His voice sounded particularly abrupt in this silent battlefield.

"Where did this wild monk come from? How dare he ruin your Taoist master's good deeds!" Qu Runyi was furious and quickly tied his belt.

It was all because the young lady was too pretty. Without the covering of clothes, she was even more attractive, so much so that when the charred monk approached, neither of them noticed.

Fang Qingtian's heart was trembling. If it weren't for the angry words of the Skull Mountain monk, he would have thought that he was imagining things and was hallucinating.

"Master, save me!!!"

Fang Qingtian had never missed the charcoal monk so deeply before. His tearful words were like a child who had been bullied outside and finally found a solid support.

"Wild monk, it's better not to meddle in some trivial matters." Qu Runyi was shirtless, with muscles bulging on his body like hard stones, each muscle showing amazing strength.

He strode forward, his eyes full of ferocity, and punched out fiercely, the wind from his fist whistling, the air seemed to be torn apart by this punch. This punch was so powerful that it shook the heavens, carrying an unstoppable momentum, and went straight to the Coke Monk.

The black light on the Jiaotan monk's body was bright, and all his strength was concentrated in one punch, which was launched later but arrived first. His fist seemed to be slow, but it collided with Qu Runyi's fist in an instant.

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the powerful impact caused the surrounding air to vibrate violently.

Qu Runyi took five steps back, leaving deep footprints on the ground with each step. He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the spiritual power in his chest surged.

He looked at the black monk who had not retreated a single step, his face full of astonishment: "Impossible, I am a man of unstoppable strength, I only tossed that girl three times just now, I shouldn't be so weak!"

Monk Jiaotan tilted his head and said slowly, "Donor, let me make a deal. Have you seen that bastard Wang Qiye? I have been looking for him for many days."

"What bastards and bastards? I, the Taoist priest, didn't see any of them." Qu Runyi calmed the surging spiritual power in his chest, took a deep breath, and his body was shining like bright stars.

He once again concentrated all his strength into one punch, this one was more ferocious and faster than before. His arm muscles were tense and veins bulged, as if he wanted to release all his strength.

"One Punch Shakes the Sky"

Monk Jiaotan nodded, a hint of seriousness in his eyes, and the light around him dimmed instantly, and it was pitch dark in broad daylight. The black light gathered in his right fist, and there seemed to be a mysterious force surging around his fist. He also punched out, and this punch carried endless dark power, as if it was going to devour everything.

"One Punch Masamune"

"boom!"

A huge explosion resounded through the sky, and the shock wave generated by the explosion spread in all directions, uprooting the surrounding trees and splashing earth and rocks.

In the explosion, a yellow-robed figure suddenly burst out and shot towards the ground like a meteor, creating a large pit. The figure lay in the pit and never got up again.

Qu Runyi lay in the pit, blood gushing out of his mouth. He gasped with difficulty, his pupils dilated and filled with unwillingness: "Monk, where do you come from? Why are you so powerful?"

Xuan Chen's face, which was originally full of sneers, now seemed to be frozen by frost, and the smile was frozen at the corner of his mouth.

Behind his bare arms, beads of sweat emerged like a spring, and the arm that was tightly holding the big knife could not help but tremble slightly. "Monk, spare my life."

He knew very well how heavy Qu Runyi's fist was, but the monk in front of him only took three steps back and easily neutralized the force of Qu Runyi's last fierce blow.

Such a powerful strength made Zong Xuanchen give up all thoughts of resistance. "We can never defeat such a genius!"

"Master, we can't let him go." Fang Qingtian gritted his teeth, his red eyes staring at the shirtless figure, burning with raging anger.

"It seems that this can't end peacefully." Cong Xuanchen knew that he was doomed, and a fierce force surged in despair. He resolutely took off a skull from the necklace on his chest, slowly put it into his mouth, and then chewed it vigorously.

As he swallowed with difficulty, his whole body suddenly glowed red, and his aura was extremely shocking. His entire body swelled rapidly, his muscles were so tight that they seemed to burst, and the aura emanating from his body was violent and full of evil.

Xuanchen's eyes were wide open, revealing madness and determination. He held the sword tightly with both hands, veins popped out on his arms, and he jumped high, like a red sword light, slashing at the charred monk like lightning.

"Skull Knife"

Wherever the blade passed, the air was torn apart, making a sharp whistling sound.

Zhuang Baoxiang's face remained expressionless, and he drew a circle slowly with his hands in front of his chest. In an instant, a black spiritual power portrait appeared.

In the portrait, a hideous devil slowly raised his palm and pressed it down heavily. In the palm of his hand, a black lotus shone with light, mysterious and terrifying, as if it was a call from hell.

"My Devil is Crazy - Lotus Palm"

Zhuang Baoxiang pierced through the spiritual portrait with one palm. The black lotus on his palm carried powerful magic power and faced the red sword light.

"boom!"

The explosion roared, and the surrounding airflow vibrated violently. The powerful impact caused deep cracks to appear on the ground, and sand and rocks flew everywhere, and smoke and dust filled the air.

Cong Xuanchen was tightly wrapped by a black lotus and rushed into the sky like a meteor.

After a long time, he fell heavily from the sky. At this time, his skin had turned to charcoal, and a strange magic fire was burning wildly on his body.

In just a moment, everything was burned to ashes, without even a trace left.

"Master, please save me quickly, otherwise I will be dead." Fang Qingtian's cry was filled with fear and helplessness.

Zhuang Baoxiang then slowly sat down and with a serious expression began to help him remove the strange energy left in his body by the Skull Mountain monk.

As Zhuang Baoxiang's spiritual power slowly flowed into Fang Qingtian's body, those strange energies began to be gradually dispelled as if they had met their nemesis.

Without the interference of these strange energies, Fang Qingtian's injuries were under control and he recovered slowly. The wounds that had been bleeding began to heal, although the speed was slow, but it brought hope.

If I want to recover completely, it will take another ten days or half a month, but now I can do simple activities.

Fang Qingtian endured the severe pain and stood up with difficulty. At this moment, his eyes were attracted by a tender girl. She was still lying in the mud, and her weak appearance made Fang Qingtian feel distressed for no reason.

He took out a piece of clothing and gently covered her naked body.

"Don't touch me!" Li Yatong, who was stimulated by the outside world, had dull eyes. She protected her chest with both hands, and her whole body was shaking constantly.

Fang Qingtian held her in his arms painfully, tears could no longer be controlled and flowed freely. "Miss Li, it's okay. Those bad guys can't bully you anymore."

After a while, she did not face the torture she had imagined, and Li Yatong's eyes finally regained clarity. When she saw that it was Fang Qingtian beside her, she also hugged him and cried loudly. "Uncle Fang, are we dead?"

"Miss Li, we are all still alive and well." Fang Qingtian reached out and patted her back to comfort her, but he patted a large area of ​​white, and his hand froze there for a moment.

When Li Yatong heard that he was not dead, she trembled with fear and her teeth chattered. "Where are the two Skull Mountain monks?"

"They are already dead. If you don't believe me, just look." Fang Qingtian pointed his finger.

Although it was night, Li Yatong could still clearly see the charred marks left by the demonic fire on the ground, and the shirtless monk lying in a big pit. He was none other than one of the Skull Mountain monks who had wantonly ravaged her during the day.

Her eyes were filled with complex emotions, including fear, anger, and relief.

The fear gradually receded like the tide, but the anger was still surging in my heart, and the feeling of relief was like warm sunshine, slowly dispelling the haze.

She stared at the corpse quietly for a long time before she slowly let out a breath, as if to release all the depression in her heart.

Fang Qingtian stayed by her side silently, giving her silent comfort.

In this silent night, their shadows were elongated by the moonlight, as if telling the story of this thrilling experience.