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Chapter 93: Jindan Stage?
The leader was Fang Shao. This young cultivator was unarmed. He rushed over after a quick glance and hit the Ghost Dragon with his bare hands, knocking off one of its claws.

The others looked carefully and recognized Chen Lang, especially the crazy monk, who was very surprised.

"Did this guy help us attract firepower?"

At this moment, his eyes were complicated. Although he was a notorious bad boy, he was still quite capable in fighting.

"I'm here to help you!" The crazy monk came up with a spear in hand, and with great energy, he fought with the ghost dragon.

"Why didn't you leave?" Han Tianxiao was a little surprised. The female cultivator who was in charge of the wounded also followed.

The female monk said, "My comrades helped me, how can I abandon them? Thank you for your hard work. Most of them have been taken away by the elders guarding the pass. Now it's our turn."

"Senior Brother Han, were you able to block so many people?" A senior brother glanced at the chaotic battlefield and was very surprised. He heard someone shouting Han Tianxiao's name from afar, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

Han Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyebrows and said with great momentum, "That's for sure, the four of us are enough."

Then he also drew his sword and rushed forward.

This time was different from the past. Those who came were elites, and there were no wounded to hold them back. All the disciples used their Taoist magic, and Chen Lang took the time to launch sneak attacks from time to time. He killed three White Banner Soul Masters in succession, and actually suppressed the black dragon to the point of collapse.

"Very good, are you all here?"

The high-level soul master who wielded the blood banner suddenly cleared his throat and spoke in ancient language.

The sound was quite loud, and many people in the Tianjian Sect heard it, but there was no reaction. The remaining twelve White Banner Soul Masters changed their moves, and the dragon fell apart in an instant. Countless black rains filled the sky, and the entire battlefield was in chaos.

But soon, the dead souls reorganized the order and turned into a huge vortex with a radius of several thousand feet, surrounding twenty or thirty disciples of the Tianjian Sect.

Ding dong!

Many disciples soon discovered that something was wrong. These ghosts seemed to have been strengthened. They became indestructible, as hard as metal and stone, and they carried sand and stones with them. Sparks flew when they were chopped with swords.

"No, I fell into a trap!"

The face of the crazy monk who was in the middle of the fight changed. He didn't have the upper hand before. It was obvious that the opponent was deliberately showing weakness to lure them into a trap.

"Brother Fang, what should we do?" He looked at Fang Shao, their leader.

Fang Shao looked at Chen Lang again without saying a word. He continued to fight, trying to tear apart the black wall built by the dead souls.

"I gave you a chance to not leave, but you had to come back to seek death."

The high-level spirit master said coldly, "Then kill them together. Everyone, start the killing formation. Don't underestimate the enemy, don't hold back, and don't rush to grab the credit. If you can get the blood flag back, the credit will be shared equally."

The killing formation took shape in an instant and began to operate rapidly.

"Focus your fire on Han Tianxiao and kill him first." The high-level soul master stretched out his hand and pointed in the distance. Although the process was relatively smooth and everything was as planned, he did not dare to relax his vigilance before killing this man.

When Han Tianxiao heard this, he was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack. But when he saw a black spear condense in the killing array and pierce Chen Lang, he felt relieved.

He wanted to remind the other party more than once that this guy's name was Chen Lang, not Han Tianxiao, but he held back. It was too chaotic and it was not the right time.

But the high-level soul master suddenly said "Hmm?" and his pupils shrank suddenly. The accident he was most worried about happened.

Chen Lang directly turned into a beam of light and disappeared from the killing array.

Then the beam of light condensed again on the hill outside, and he appeared again.

Earth escape talisman -1.

Looking at the stunned expressions of more than a dozen soul masters, Chen Lang felt nothing in his heart. It was just a trick. He had expected this to happen when the high-level soul master used the killing formation to protect himself.

The palms were spread out, and the sound was like thunder.

A series of crackling sounds were heard, and nearly half of the alchemists died instantly. Three flag bearers also died. Now that they had no protection from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they were as fragile as paper.

Then there was a sound of shattering, and a faint light film appeared around some people, resisting the attack.

"Not good! Ignore the Undead Formation and kill him!" The high-level soul master roared. He decisively dropped the blood flag and allowed the killing formation to get out of control. He then sacrificed a golden pagoda, which quickly enlarged and killed Chen Lang.

But in an instant, Chen Lang used his clone, and the aura was the same. The golden pagoda stopped in mid-air, and its true identity could not be confirmed.

"I come."

Other alchemists also felt the fatal threat and used their magical powers. Someone threw out a bracelet, which turned into a void magic circle. The yin and yang energy flowed and locked onto one of the figures.

“Okay!” The Blood Banner Soul Master’s eyes lit up, and the golden pagoda flew over quickly, locking the space where Chen Lang was.

Someone else took out a longbow, but there was only a bowstring but no arrow, and it shot out a twisted wave of air.

Someone also threw out a conch, which emitted sharp sound waves in an attempt to interfere with Chen Lang's soul. In just a short moment, Chen Lang was facing the concentrated fire of five or six magical weapons.

Chen Lang frowned, and used the San Sheng Plate in his right hand to block it.

But fierce attacks came one after another. A soul master was very decisive. He threw out his white flag, recited a mantra, and let the flag explode next to Chen Lang.

With a loud bang, the sky darkened, and the souls of the dead were flying everywhere with green flames burning. Chen Lang was injured, his skin was torn, and blood was oozing from his mouth.

"Kill him just like that!"

The high-level soul master was extremely resolute and decisive. When he saw that the white flag's self-destruction was effective, he decisively sacrificed his own Ten Thousand Souls Flag, which was filled with a faint blood color, and chanted a spell to self-destruct.

"Not good, go help him!" A fellow disciple who was trapped in the killing array spoke up and tried his best to break the array. The killing array was collapsing, but the order remained. They worked together to tear open a hole.

The Pingtian Sect was full of murderous intent, and a bunch of magical weapons were targeting Chen Lang, and they even went so far as to destroy the Soul Banner, but they treated them as air. How deep was their hatred?

"That's too late."

Fang Shao's eyes focused and he leaped deep into the torn gap.

"Senior Brother Fang!" someone exclaimed. The killing formation hadn't collapsed yet, but the evil spirit in the torn corner was extremely terrifying. Wasn't this just courting death?
With a dull thud, a hole was created in the killing array, which took a long time to heal.

Fang Shao's head also cracked, with blood flowing from the corners of his eyes, but a divine light was shining from between his brows, protecting his soul, and it was obvious that he was seriously injured.

But he didn't care about that and rushed straight to the high-level soul master who was chanting the spell. He pulled and tore his mouth with both hands. The high-level soul master screamed in pain and wrestled with him.

The blood-colored banner had lost control and was slowly flying towards Chen Lang. He reached out and grabbed it.

"Hurry up and throw it away!" Fang Shao shouted at Chen Lang while they were fighting. Chen Lang counted to three in his mind and threw the soul flag into the group of soul masters.

"Hold!"

Several soul masters were furious and fled at high speed, but their timing was very accurate. As soon as the light-colored blood flag was thrown over, a violent explosion occurred.

The dark storm spread everywhere, strangling everything and drowning out the screams. Limbs and flesh flew everywhere, and everything was quiet.

The killing array completely collapsed, and the dead souls vanished into thin air.

The pagoda hanging above Chen Lang's head slowly fell down, and the Yin-Yang magic circle turned back into a bracelet and fell into the grass.

Chen Lang was also affected by the explosion, covered in blood and dying.

"Go save him." The crazy monk stared at Chen Lang with a deep gaze and an indescribable mood.

Before the great escape, they never expected Chen Lang to help them, and they were lucky that he didn't cause trouble. But now his view has changed. Human hearts are indeed difficult to guess.

"Senior Brother Chen!" The female cultivator who was in charge of saving lives and healing the wounded rushed over with a few bottles of elixirs. They had been through life and death together today, and Chen Lang had saved so many of them. He deserved to be called senior brother.

The other disciples were also filled with grief. Judging from his breath, Chen Lang probably wasn't going to make it.

Meanwhile, when no one was paying attention, strange colors were swirling in the eyes of the seriously injured Fang Shao, blood was flowing backwards, and his skull was healing, as if time had gone back, and he was now completely unharmed.

However, the color in his eyes was much dimmer.

The flag killed many people. Fang Shao quickly dealt with the remaining few people. Finally, he came over with a few broken soul flags, looked in the direction of Chen Lang, and sighed.

But then there was a shout.

"Damn it, I'm not dead yet, which rebellious son is picking up my equipment?"

Chen Lang was just stunned by the explosion, but now he came to his senses, reversed the situation, and his injuries were quickly healed.

The San Sheng Pan had already absorbed enough energy just now, so it’s just a serious injury, which is not worth mentioning.

Many disciples had never seen such a sight of blood flowing back and the wound closing directly without suturing. They were all stunned. The female cultivator who had just prepared the healing pills also stood there at a loss.

"What are you looking at? You're the only one who's actively looting."

Chen Lang snatched the bracelet back from a disciple of the Tianjian Sect and picked up the pagoda. This thing was quite good and could actually suppress him.

However, the conch and other equipment were damaged and shattered in the strong explosion, and only these two pieces were relatively solid.

"Chen Chenlang, are you okay?"

The female cultivator hadn't recovered from her emotions yet. The atmosphere had become so tense, and the fact that the person wasn't dead made them feel awkward.

"Have you finished killing? Go back if you are done."

Chen Lang inspected the battlefield and soon saw Fang Shao holding a worn-out soul flag. He nodded and said, "We've killed them all."

Fang Shao nodded and smiled. This guy is really an interesting person. He then handed the worn-out soul flag to Chen Lang and said, "These are also spoils of war. Do you want them?"

"Don't want this."

Chen Lang took a quick look. He had already studied it and found it useless.

Fang Shao did not say much, but his mind casually swept over Chen Lang, but he did not detect that similar aura.

This made him feel strange. He had clearly seen Chen Lang using the power of time and space to heal his wounds, but now there was no trace of it, and he didn't seem weak. Could it be that he didn't have that kind of physique?
However, since it involved other people's secrets, he didn't want to ask too many questions.

The battle is over, perfectly.

"Brother Chen Lang, I just received news that the Shuguan elder is coming to meet us."

The female cultivator said, "I can't escape death anyway, so I don't want any credit for this achievement. I didn't contribute much, so I'll just put it on you."

"I'll give you mine too," said the crazy monk. He felt that it was only right.

"It seems that brother Chen Lang's reputation is safe." Fang Shaoze was joking. The Dung Immortal was so terrifying.

This operation was too dangerous. Before Chen Lang came, they couldn't imagine that they could not only escape, but also kill all the people of Pingtian Sect.

Returning to the sect this time will definitely be a great achievement, but the price is also really miserable, which makes Fang Shao sigh in his heart. For an outer disciple to risk his life for such a mission, even if he gets hundreds or thousands of spirit stones in return, it may not be a profit.

If it weren't for this unexpected incident, most of them would have died here.

Chen Lang was too lazy to pay attention to them. The spirit stone reward was not worth mentioning. He just cleaned up the battlefield and extorted money from his fellow disciples several times, but he still couldn't find the complete version of "Soul Control Art". Judging from the proficiency of these people in wielding the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they probably didn't have it either.

Forget it, go back and hand in the task.

Everyone had finished their rest and were just about to set off when they suddenly felt palpitations coming.

A monk in a black robe and black cloak appeared on the top of a hill a few hundred meters away, overlooking them.

"You guys killed them all?"

He was puzzled, as if he felt that this shouldn't be the case.

"Who are you?" Many monks felt as if they were facing a great enemy and felt an extremely strong sense of oppression, which surprised them.

There are many elders in the Tianjian Sect who often display their magical powers. So even though their disciples are only at the Foundation Establishment or even Qi Refining level, it does not affect their ability to judge the other party's realm if the other party does not hide their aura.

A great monk in the Jindan stage.

How could a being of this level appear here?

"Who are you, senior? An elder from another sect?" Fang Shao asked politely, but he felt uneasy and had a bad premonition.

"Asking knowingly."

The great monk in the Jindan stage said: "I am the Southern Sect Leader of the Pingtian Sect."

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(End of this chapter)