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Chapter 92 Let’s go together

"No, someone attracted attention."

Fang Shao, who had just experienced a fierce battle, frowned and looked into the distance. The Pingtian Sect had a large number of troops, but they all left suddenly. What attracted them?

"Senior Brother Fang, let's go quickly!" The female cultivator next to him was very surprised. Never mind. This was the best time for them to leave. Once they passed this uninhabited area, they would be safe with the elders guarding the pass.

"Leave immediately." Fang Shao nodded, and then instructed one of them, "Hurry up and inform the other teams not to wait for us, and retreat immediately."

However, he picked up a blood-stained ancient sword and headed in the opposite direction.

"Senior Brother Fang, aren't you leaving?" the female cultivator asked in confusion.

Fang Shao looked calm as he stared at the direction where the Pingtian Sect members were leaving. "I'm fine. You guys leave quickly. I'll cover your retreat."

What could have attracted the attention of the Pingtian Sect and saved them from danger? It must have been one of their own who came to their aid. He was not a man of luck, so there was no reason for him to be saved from danger inexplicably.

He was very worried that one of his brothers had done this on purpose, sacrificing himself to buy time for others. If he left like this, he would feel sad for the rest of his life.

"Brother Fang, I'll go with you."

The crazy monk suddenly spoke. He saw what Fang Shao was thinking and was willing to go with him.

Soon, nearly a hundred people rushed towards the Tianjian Sect, but there were another twenty or thirty people rushing in the opposite direction.

……

On the plain, several evil spirits attacked fiercely.

"Who is Han Tianxiao?"

There were seven people in total, all dressed in white. One of them held a white flag and looked around, finally stopping his gaze on four people.

Oh, you are so brave, are you really waiting here?
However, they remained vigilant and kept a distance, and no traps were observed here.

Senior Brother Meng, Xiaoman looked at Boss Han.

"It's him." Han Tian smiled and pointed at Chen Lang.

Chen Lang nodded, "You are finally here."

Then, he shook the Seven Star Sword in his hand and rushed forward.

Click!

Lightning flashed and killed three people directly. The remaining ones were directly blown up by Chen Lang's clones, and the last sword cut their necks.

"Senior Brother Han, please help collect the bodies." Chen Lang said.

Senior Brother Meng and the other two were all dumbfounded. This killing was too brutal. The man was dead just by saying one word.

Several people dragged the body into the woods and covered it, while Chen Lang took out the white flag and began to study it.

But before the flags could even get warm, the second group of people arrived.

"You are finally here." Chen Lang put his hands behind his back and put the white banner on his back.

"Are we the first to arrive?" The leader looked around, then stared at the four people with murderous intent on his face, "Kill them and take the credit. Remember to look for them."

In an instant, red lightning struck them on their heads, and after three breaths, they were all dead. Chen Lang had another white flag in his hand. This one was different from the previous one, and it was actually emitting a hint of blood.

"Senior Brother Han, please help collect the bodies." Chen Lang said again.

Han Tianxiao: ...

He felt like a tool, his name was used, and so was his person. Senior Brother Meng couldn't help but said, "Senior Brother Chen Lang, wait a minute, what if it's one of our own?"

“Isn’t this slow enough?” Chen Lang said. He felt that he was already very patient. If his fellow disciples weren’t nearby and difficult to tell apart, would he need to wait for them to finish a line?
Besides, if we don’t kill him quickly, do we have to wait for everyone to gather and then focus our fire on him?
He counted silently. According to Fang Shao, there were more than twenty teams in total, and he had only killed two of them. Each team had seven or eight people, totaling more than a hundred. This task was still a bit difficult.

Soon, the third team arrived, but this time, instead of cooperating, they dared to protect themselves.

The flag bearer had a very keen sense of smell and could smell blood and murderous intent from a long distance away. Just as Chen Lang was about to take action, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was raised, and a large number of dead souls swarmed out, forming a killing array that surrounded themselves like a wall, blocking Chen Lang outside.

Even the red thunder was ineffective. It only struck down a few dozen souls, but they were quickly replaced by new ones.

This surprised Chen Lang. Can the Ten Thousand Souls Banner be used in this way? Interesting. This skill should be used by me.

"Blood banner!"

Han Tianxiao frowned slightly and reminded: "This is a high-level soul master."

This banner has revealed a clear blood color, even more so than the previous one, and is about to transform. It is no wonder that Fang Shao and his team were defeated miserably this time.

"Hehehe, you little thief, is all you can do about hiding in your turtle shell? The Pingtian Sect is just a bunch of rats, nothing more than that." Chen Lang sneered.

Hearing this, several people became furious and wanted to come out to fight with Chen Lang, but were stopped by high-level soul masters.

"Nonsense, you can even snatch the flag of the Western Patriarch, how can I fall for your trick again?" The high-level soul master refuted. What kind of strength is the Western Patriarch? He is in the late stage of foundation building, and he can be defeated. Am I the kind of fool who will come forward to fight?

"Then you are much worse than the Western leader." Chen Lang said again.

"Nonsense, if I were stronger than him, I would have become a leader long ago. Why would I be working as a laborer in this godforsaken place?" The high-level spirit master spoke righteously. No matter how Chen Lang provoked him, he would not take action and only defend himself.

What's wrong with scolding the Pingtian Sect? It has nothing to do with him.

"..." Chen Lang was speechless.

He tried to cast afterimage again, attacking several times, but finally had to stop.

The San Sheng Disk was actually unable to absorb the true energy, because the dead souls did not have it at all, so his efforts were in vain.

Soon, other teams arrived one after another, and the high-level spirit master reminded them from a distance to join forces with him and not to act alone. His goal was very clear, to wait until everyone gathered first, and then deal with Chen Lang together.

Finally, more than a dozen teams arrived, with a total of eighty or ninety people.

"Han Tianxiao, hand over the blood banner!"

A newcomer was eager to take credit, so he rushed forward waving a white banner in his hand. Then he was struck by a red lightning, and his whole body was smoking. The white banner exploded. Fortunately, the high-level soul master was well prepared and saved his life.

From then on, all the Pingtian Sect alchemists felt a chill in their hearts. No wonder their superiors asked them to encircle and suppress the enemy with all their strength. This was not an easy task.

Finally, the high-level spirit master came forward, waved his hands with the other flag bearers, and shouted:
“Han Tianxiao, aren’t you arrogant? I’ll kill you now.”

Boom!

I don't know what means they used, but more than a dozen white, light red, and darker light red flags, with souls pouring out continuously, transformed into a dragon, a thousand feet long, as thick as a mountain, and as strong as a bucket, biting towards Chen Lang.

Chen Lang's eyes focused and he fought with them. In an instant, the dead souls fell like raindrops and turned into a pile of residual blood. The dirty blood accumulated so much that it made the forest gloomy. Some black tentacles were born, swaying from the ground and spreading to the sky.

"What should we do?" Senior Brother Meng was a little panicked. Just now, he felt that Chen Lang was invincible, but now it seems that he is in trouble.

Han Tianxiao's first reaction was to run, since he could not help anyway. But soon, he sensed some movement and turned around to see twenty or thirty cultivators rushing over. They were all disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

"How dare you, you bastard from the Pingtian Sect, bully my fellow disciples?"

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(End of this chapter)