My Xiuxian script went astray

Chapter 191 Restraint from the Sword Spirit

The sword light was like a rainbow, covering a huge area, covering Zhou Yuanxing, Wuya, and their followers.

Chen Lang even deliberately swung several swords in a row, and the dense sword energy formed a net, leaving no room for retreat.

Facing such a powerful sword, Zhou Yuanxing simply raised his eyebrows and looked at it, continuing to condense the sword energy, and the aura on his body became sharper and sharper.

"I come."

Fang Shao stepped forward, ready to block for Zhou Yuanxing so as not to delay him from performing his secret technique.

"He is still lacking something after all." Zhong Sheng watched from outside and shook his head slightly. They often saw clan elders practicing Taoism and fighting, so they had a very broad vision and could see the problems with Chen Lang's moves.

It has momentum but lacks power.

Patriarch Zhong asked him to go to the Zhong family to select treasures. In fact, what he should have picked were some things that could enhance himself, rather than those magical weapons. Although they were powerful for a while, they were ultimately external objects.

The sword energy arrived in an instant, sweeping towards Fang Shao, but was easily blocked by him. He still had doubts. He knew that Chen Lang's combat power should be above his, but was this move too perfunctory? Or was it just a disguise?

But before he had time to think, he suddenly felt an indescribable complex emotion surge in his heart, the despair of a sect master at the end of the Tao, the unwillingness of a Jindan cultivator who saw the direction but was about to die. The past of many heroes turned into an ancient wind that came towards him, moistening his eyes and infecting his emotions, making him irritable, angry, and hysterical.

No, it's a soul attack!

Fang Shao quickly calmed down. He felt surprised. He could feel that those emotions were real and did not belong to one person. It was precisely because they were real that he could not calm down for a long time. They were not like some illusions, no matter how evil they were, they would disappear once they were exposed.

Suddenly, he saw the ground turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark area surrounded him from all directions.

what happened!

Fang Shao was surprised. At this moment, someone shouted loudly: "Brother Zhou's ruler fell!"

When someone looked over, they saw that Zhou Yuanxing's eyes were bloodshot, and the sword energy condensed around him collapsed, filled with a strange murderous aura. But what was more serious was that the black ruler held in his right hand, which was feared by countless people, suddenly malfunctioned and could no longer suppress the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

Therefore, the drooping yellow flag suddenly fluttered in the wind, rustling, happy and wanton.

The area of ​​the Ten Thousand Souls Banner expanded dramatically again, and the sacred and peaceful ancestral tomb became eerie and terrifying.

At the same time, Wu Ya was facing a similar situation. The wooden Zen staff in his hand was also covered with a layer of black, leaving only the Dharma bead on the top glowing faintly, piercing through the darkness with difficulty, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time in the dark wind.

"Go back!"

The monks outside hurriedly retreated. This sudden change surprised them. What happened? The Zhou family's ruler was something Zhou Tianzheng had used before. The Buddha's Light Staff in Wu Ya's hand was also a genuine ancestral weapon. It was a top-notch existence among the golden elixir instruments. Even if the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was so terrifying, could its power reach this level?

Even if the leader of the Pingtian Sect came, it wouldn't be like this, right?

The invasion of the Black Banner territory instantly pulled the people inside from a combat state into a life-and-death threat.

Some people screamed as their hands and feet were eaten by something. The wounds were extremely painful and cold, without any warmth. Without the protection of the two ancestral artifacts, they realized why the Tianjian Sect was trying so hard to strangle the Pingtian Sect.

But soon, a strong but gentle force pulled them out. The blood of each disciple was dripping, and the blood flowed along the cracks of the stone bricks, drawing horizontal and vertical lines. This scene made the disciples outside terrified. Was Chen Lang going to kill again? In the sect?

Report to the elders immediately!
"They still place too much emphasis on external things. Such battles can easily make them lose themselves and mistakenly take the accumulation of their ancestors as personal strength." The temple keeper stood in the distance, motionless, but his figure seemed much fainter.

He put his hands behind his back and tapped the back of his left hand with his right index finger. Every time he tapped, one person was pulled out from the field of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The two ancestral artifacts suddenly malfunctioned, not because the black flag was too powerful. The artifacts that could be called ancestral artifacts were all treasures refined by Jindan or even Yuanying cultivators. Without an absolute generation gap or natural restraint, it was difficult to suppress the other party.

The real problem lies with Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya, the two magic weapon masters. They are controlling powers that are not at their own level and it takes a lot of energy to control them. He doesn't know whether Chen Lang did it on purpose or by chance, but in any case, he interfered with the two men's control of the ancestral weapons.

The ruler represents righteousness, and the person who controls it needs to have a correct mind and an open heart. The same goes for the Buddha's staff.

But Chen Lang's magic sword released pure negative emotions.

Most people were rescued, leaving only Zhou Yuanxing and Wu Ya. Zhou Yuanxing was safe and sound. He had a dagger in his hand, only half of it was pulled out, and an extremely sharp aura overflowed, killing the strange creatures around him that were invading.

But his face looked grim at the moment. This was the first time someone asked him to take out the second ancestral weapon. Even Murong Zhen couldn't do it, so the first place was given to her.

"Brother Zhou, can you lend me that?" Wu Ya held the Buddha's Staff like a street lamp and came to Zhou Yuanxing, feeling less pressured.

"There are a lot of things, but they are useless."

Chen Lang also knew how the sword spirit could have such a good effect, but it didn’t matter. As long as it looked fun to play, it was fine.

He held the banner in his left hand and wielded the sword with his right hand, slashing again.

But it didn't work this time. Zhou Yuanxing was holding the half-drawn sword. It was not very long, only about seven inches, and it was curved. The exposed part was not metallic in color, but a bone white color with a crystal jade feel.

This attack once again made Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya confused, with bloodshot eyes, but the second ancestral weapon was not affected, and its murderous aura was even stronger.

The silver-haired man Wu Ya also gradually adapted and began to counterattack. He chanted scriptures, and dark golden starlight fell, which actually dispersed some of the domain of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner again.

“Chen Lang, as a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, your moves are all evil and strange.” Wu Ya spoke after reciting.

"What? Didn't you say you wanted to try out my Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Now that I've taken it out, how are you going to deal with it? Are you just going to hide beside others?" Chen Lang held the banner in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, and walked towards the two men with an expressionless face.

"I'm worried about you. Such evil means will either harm you or the Tianjian Sect one day." Wu Ya said.

This was his premonition. If Chen Lang continued like this, a disaster would happen between him and the Tianjian Sect sooner or later.

"You keep talking about evil, but if you don't understand evil, how can you deal with Pingtian Sect? You show off your ancestors' magic weapons and hide behind them. You haven't even been on the battlefield. You are not even as good as an outer sect disciple. Do you have the qualifications to talk to me about evil?"

After Chen Lang finished speaking, he waved the flag, and the entire area shook. A black torrent gathered in the air and bombarded the two of them.

"Since magic weapons are also part of strength, I would like to experience your strength today!"

(End of this chapter)