My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang paused his gestures and continued to cut.

"After I defected from the Tianjian Sect, I went to the Pingtian Sect. I was captured while on a mission and brought here as trial materials."

The long-haired man explained slowly, "The Qingmu Sect likes to use prisoners as trial opponents to temper their inner disciples. There are often disciples coming to Qingsong Mountain. You should have seen the hall when you came."

"I saw it." Chen Lang nodded.

"That's the trial field. We will be pulled over to fight with the disciples of the Qingmu Sect and then be beaten to death."

"What level of cultivation?"

"It's about the same as ours, not higher than ours. After all, it's a training."

"Will the seal be unlocked?" Chen Lang asked.

"Of course, otherwise what's the point of training."

That's good.

Chen Lang thought for a moment and asked again, "How many people will there be by then?"

"Hundreds, maybe thousands."

"So many?" Chen Lang thought to himself, what the hell, is this going to be rich?

Once the Ten Thousand Souls Banner is retracted, won't it be directly promoted to the Black Banner? He heard that the quality of souls differs from person to person, and inner disciples must be very good.

"Not all disciples, there are also some family members and elders of Qingmu Sect."

"Enough."

"What do you mean by enough?" The half-long-haired man asked in confusion.

Chen Lang did not explain, he continued to ask, "When can we start fighting?"

"Tomorrow."

The half-long-haired man said, "Someone will come to hand out serial number cards tonight, and then you will go on stage one by one from the front to the back, and the seal will be unlocked for you and then you will go up to duel. If one dies, another will be replaced."

"Got it." Chen Lang nodded, the eldest brother was still reliable, and he knew it as soon as he asked.

He already had a plan in mind.

When the seal was unlocked, he would use the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to collect it. He had estimated in the previous battlefield that with three thousand souls in his hand, he could exert a combat power beyond the late stage of foundation building, which was enough to kill a group of disciples in seconds, and finally use the earth escape talisman to run away.

A thousand people, at least two or three thousand souls, right? Unless this group of inner disciples are really bad.

By the way, I'll learn the soul control array again to see if I can deal with the elders in the Jindan period.

"Aren't you afraid?" asked the man with half of his hair missing.

"No."

"Why not?"

Chen Lang glanced at it. Can I tell you about this? He put the dagger aside, "Okay, I know. Thanks for the information."

"No. You shave my hair first." The man with half of his hair missing was speechless. Don't force me to slap you.

Chen Lang yawned, sat down in a corner, closed his eyes, and then turned on the system.

[Coordinates marked]

After the system popped up the characters, Chen Lang put his hands behind his back and hooked his fingers.

A few miles away.

In the bushes somewhere, a jade bracelet was stuck with a yellow earth escape talisman.

Suddenly, a ray of true energy fluctuated on the surface of the earth escape talisman, activating it.

The next moment, the jade bracelet disappeared in the beam of light and came to Chen Lang's hand between his back and the wall.

The jade bracelet was a trophy from the mission of the disciples sent out. After he got it back, he found that it was a space magic weapon, which was quite useful.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner and the Seven Star Sword were all inside.

When Chen Lang overturned the prisoner car and released the seven prisoners, he marked a location by the way, stuffed all his belongings into the bracelet and hid them, affixed the earth escape talisman, and added a wisp of Qi.

After all, he had to be searched for sneaking in as a prisoner. He didn't want to waste time by taking it back with great effort like the Black Mountain Spirit Mine.

Moreover, this was the territory of the Qingmu Sect, so he had to fight quickly and not be too high-profile.

Fortunately, the two places were not far apart. After learning the Soul Control Technique, his perception increased greatly. If it was ten miles away, he would probably have to escape to get it.

After quietly putting the jade bracelet in his arms, Chen Lang opened his eyes. The man with half of his hair was talking to him, and his voice was a little irritable.

"Are the young men of Tianjian Sect so uneducated? I am willing to talk to you because I still have some friendship with that sect. If you don't want to listen to nice words, I also have some boxing skills to exchange with you."

"Stop arguing, I'll cut it for you."

After finishing his work, Chen Lang picked up the dagger again. The man with half of his hair snorted coldly, and his originally sad mood disappeared in an instant.

While helping him cut the remaining hair, Chen Lang asked again, "Why do you want to join Pingtian Sect?"

He felt that this person was not a treacherous and evil person, and his temper was so good, which was different from him.

There is nothing good about Pingtian Sect. Even if he himself didn't want to join, it was all a coincidence.

"Hmph, being used as a tool in Tianjian Sect, there is no future. Going to Pingtian Sect, at least there will be rewards for making military achievements." The man with half of his hair missing was very annoyed.

Chen Lang was surprised, "Are you also a disciple who was used as a sacrifice?"

"No." The man with half of his long hair denied, "All outer disciples are the same. They go wherever there is danger. I have been there for a few years, but my cultivation has not improved at all. I was injured and couldn't stand it anymore, so I went there.

By the way, I have a junior sister named Han Shuang. If she is still alive, she should be your senior sister. Do you know her?"

"I don't know. I just joined the sect for less than a year." Chen Lang said.

"That's pretty miserable." The short-haired man didn't ask. He was dragged away as a sacrifice in less than a year. It was even more miserable than him.

"Do you regret coming to Pingtian Sect?" the short-haired man asked again.

"No regrets."

"You are still kind. You are responsible for the road you take." The short-haired man shook his short flat head and felt very comfortable:

"I don't regret it either. People shouldn't be slaves when they are alive. Pingtian Sect at least gave me the opportunity to fight. I was captured because I was not as skilled as others. I hope I can be reborn in a good way in the next life. Forget it, I don't want an afterlife.

It's God's will that I can meet you, a fellow disciple today. You can help me shave my hair, which is considered to be a farewell to Tianjian Sect. From tomorrow on, I will no longer be a disciple, nor a Taoist priest of Pingtian Sect.

I am a self-reliant cultivator."

"Oh." Chen Lang nodded.

So that's what he meant.

Chen Lang was silent. He admitted that he had some sympathy for this senior brother, otherwise he would charge for haircuts.

...

In the evening.

A jailer came in and gave everyone a signature with a serial number written on it.

After getting the signature, the lifeless prison became restless. Everyone looked at each other to see which number the other person had. After all, this was a matter of life and death, even if it was just a matter of rank.

"Boy, what number are you?" asked the short-haired senior brother.

Chen Lang said, "No. 17."

"What a coincidence, I'm No. 16."

The short-haired man sneered, "You've lined up well. Open your eyes tomorrow and let you see how I beat those spoiled inner disciples like dogs."

"Can you get out if you win?" Chen Lang asked.

"No."

"Then why are you fighting?"

"Heh, isn't it enough to vent your anger?

I have to work like a cow and a horse for them when I'm alive, and I have to be used as a grindstone by them before I die, bah!"

It's quite professional. Are you interested in serving the Ten Thousand Souls Banner after you die?

Chen Lang shook his head lightly. It was a pity that he didn't line up No. 1 and had to line up for so long.

"It doesn't matter. Everyone will die one day, and so will they." Chen Lang comforted.

In the evening.

The jailer brought the last meal, which was very rich.

After Chen Lang finished eating, he began to read the book in the moonlight from the window.

This formation is called "Yin Lao", which replaces the spiritual energy of heaven and earth with the army of dead souls to construct a formation to block the heaven and earth, which can suppress the realm of cultivators within a ten-mile range.

The more dead souls there are, the stronger the suppression effect is. At least three thousand souls are needed to perform it. It is said that if the black flag is used, it can even suppress the opponent to a higher realm.

"Fortunately, it is not a complicated thing." Chen Lang studied it for a while. There was a picture in the book, describing the specific location and the way to build the formation. Although he didn't understand it, it was enough to copy it. There was no need to waste the skill book, and he had already used it up.

He began to concentrate on memorizing the formation diagram. He couldn't forget it when he killed half of it tomorrow, and then take out the book to read it. That would make him, a flag raiser, seem unprofessional.

But at this time, Chen Lang vaguely heard a cry.

The short-haired man, the eldest brother from the Tianjian Sect, was actually crying.

"That kid, come here, I didn't tell you the truth before."

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