My cultivation script went astray

Do you really dare to go up there?

Chen Lang's formation has been set up, but with just a glance at the sword cultivator, the sword cultivator's speed slowed down.

The whole body of the sword cultivator was filled with black air, and strands of black lines appeared on his legs, feet, and arms, like a layer of thick mucus stopping him. Some black mist appeared above his head, turning into a grinning black soul.

With a pop, the sword cultivator could not withstand the pressure, knelt on the ground, and dropped the sword in his hand.

His realm plummeted and he instantly fell into the level of Qi refining.

A flash of thunder split him into a plume of smoke. Five black lines appeared in the smoke, blending with the dead souls in the sky.

Number of layers +5.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Lang shook his head. The formation was completed. In his domain, suppressing everyone was just a matter of thought.

He casually dispersed the smoke and dust, and with the help of the formation, he instantly rose into the air and stood on a marble pillar outside the venue.

"Wait a minute! I have something to say!"

The elder circulated his true energy and shouted, he is not afraid of this mere formation of three thousand souls, but there are still hundreds or even thousands of people here!

This was a trial. Those who came were either core disciples or famous families. He couldn't imagine that Pingtian Church would come here to collect souls. It had never appeared before.

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for you to plot against me?"

Chen Lang waved his flag, and a figure appeared seventy feet away. It was the rich man.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he directly used the formation to suppress the attack, but Chen Lang appeared on the stone pillar opposite with an earth escape talisman, no more, no less, just delaying three breaths of time.

In front of a golden elixir master, it was useless to rely on body and speed to escape. Even using formations to suppress them was not enough, so he made the coordinates in advance.

With three breaths of time, he suppressed all the power of the formation on these disciples and the audience.

In an instant, they felt threatened and fell into chaos.

"go to hell!"

The rich man's speed was unparalleled, and he was back and forth across the venue in an instant. The dense palm prints on his hands were covering Chen Lang, leaving him with nowhere to escape. At the same time, he was carrying the power of disturbance, and even the earth escape technique was blocked.

But this didn't work for Chen Lang.

Escape again.

Chen Lang returned to the original place, then took a deep breath, raised his hand, and thundered countless times.

Most of the monks in the venue were in the early to mid-stage of foundation building, and a few were in the late stage of foundation building. However, under the suppression of the formation, they all fell to one or two small realms. Hundreds of disciples who had not cultivated deeply to begin with fell directly to the bottom. At the Qi refining stage, they were all killed by the first wave of thunder.

Three hundred, five hundred, one thousand.

In just one round, the number of layers of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners increased by nearly 2,000, and the overall number was approaching the 5,000 mark.

The stone pillar on the opposite side was blown to pieces, and before the rubble hit the ground, the rich man saw this cruel scene, and his eyes turned red.

"Break it for me!"

He punched the sky, and the killing array of three thousand dead souls was blasted open. At the same time, he shouted angrily at the elder, "What are you still looking at?"

"Please hold off a little!"

The elder suddenly stretched out his hand and muttered something. Chen Lang had no fear at all. He could fight three thousand souls, but now five thousand souls were easier to fight.

No, fuck you, uncle, a thousand souls were blown away with just one punch, and only four thousand are left.

To make matters worse, Chen Lang felt that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand was out of control and was about to fly in one direction. In that direction, the elder stretched out his hand to greet it.

Chen Lang was stunned, "How come you know how to control souls? Are you also a banner raiser?"

He was very familiar with this movement, because he had snatched other people's flags.

But it was okay if he didn't say anything. When he started talking, the elder suddenly paused for a moment, seeming to be hesitating. Chen Lang took advantage of the opportunity to regain control of the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, complete the formation with the new two thousand souls, and completely let go of the opponent. The suppression of the two golden elixir masters put heavy pressure on the others.

Between the spread of hands, there is a vast sea of ​​thunder.

At the same time, Chen Lang sacrificed another small golden tower. It was taken from a banner raiser during the first mission of resisting the Pingtian Sect. It was of a high grade, even better than the bracelet artifact he was using. Higher order.

However, it exploded directly.

This was also learned from that battle.

The explosion point was in the crowd, directly killing several late-stage foundation-building monks. They suppressed them with formations and finally crushed them to pieces with thunder.

Mountains of corpses and seas of blood, with no survivors in sight.

Countless wisps of black lines appeared in the air, adding more than a thousand souls.

The rich man was still breaking the formation. When he looked back, his heart felt cold and chilled to the sky.

The elder was also confused. For some reason, at the critical moment of the battle, he fell off the chain repeatedly.

But Chen Lang couldn't care so much anymore. One of the two golden elixir masters destroyed his formation with one punch, and the other could even seize his flag. It was so damn scary.

He decisively waved the flag and collected the souls, some of which were incomplete. He could barely collect more than 5,000 souls, but less than 6,000 souls.

Then, throw away the Earth Escape Talisman and run away.

…

In the duel arena, corpses lay everywhere.

The flags were burning with fire, and there were claw-like traces of thunder and lightning on the beams. There were pieces of meat and clothes everywhere on the ground. Most of the swords and armor were intact. The rows of weapons used for viewing were motionless and shining coldly, but they were gone. The master.

Squeak.

The door opened. Several prisoners opened it carefully and looked at the scene in the battlefield. Many of them were from the Pingtian Sect and had killed countless people. However, they were all covered in cold at this moment. They had never seen such a horrific scene.

The prisoners after the 17th are alive, but except for them, everyone is dead.

Only two Jindan elders looked at the corpses everywhere in a daze.

"Child, my son."

The wealthy man looked confused, stepped on the pile of corpses and blood, searched in the crowd, and finally found half a piece of broken jade, which was his son's amulet, and there was still a faint fluctuation of true energy.

"Pingtian Sect, Pingtian Sect!"

His eyes were red, and he roared, holding the broken jade in his palm and crushing it into powder.

"Don't you want to see a river of blood?" The elder next to him glanced at it and said in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak. His troubles were big enough.

Soon, a strong fluctuation appeared, and the Lord of Qingsong City appeared. He was a Jindan elder of Qingmu Sect, responsible for many affairs of Qingsong City, and came immediately after receiving the signal.

Then, he didn't speak for a few breaths.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls is here?" Finally, he choked out this sentence.

"No, it was done by a flag raiser." The elder in charge of the trial said coldly.

"What about him?"

"He ran away."

"There is also a Jindan-level banner-raising person? Which leader is it? Didn't we just give a sacrifice? Why did he come here to kill people? Isn't this breaking the rules?"

"It's not the leader, it's a foundation-building cultivator."

The Lord of Qingsong City was silent for a moment.

He suddenly broke down and cursed: "I think you are the one who raises the banner! Do you think I'm not smart? A foundation-building cultivator killed so many people, do you think it's killing chickens?"

"So many important people, so many families are involved, what do you think? Do you want to destroy my Qingmu Sect?"

The trial elder was very indifferent, "That person is called Chen Lang, who is a person valued by the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. He came with a banner to kill, which is considered half a leader. I also discovered it in advance, but someone didn't listen to advice, which led to this disaster."

"Who, who didn't listen to advice?" The Lord of Qingsong City was crazy. He could handle a few deaths, but a trial that wiped out all the disciples and spectators would make the ancestor crazy.

"Him." The trial elder glanced at the wealthy man next to him.

"Are you the one from Ta Town?" The Lord of Qingsong City recognized that this was the local snake in Ta Town, a Jindan cultivator, whose disciples were cultivating in Qingmu Sect. Today, he should be a spectator, not an elder of Qingmu Sect.

"What did I do? I just unlocked the seal of his cultivation. You should ask how he brought his Wanhun Banner and how he got into prison." The rich man said coldly.

People at their level are very good at shirking responsibility.

"Okay, okay, you are all right, but I am wrong, right?" said the Lord of Qingsong City.

The rich man was furious and roared, "My son is dead, and you don't consider my feelings, but only blame me?"

When several people were arguing, other elders of Qingmu Sect also received the news one after another, and they rushed over, all of them were shocked.

There were two people who experienced it here, and they soon learned what happened.

"What a terrifying flag raiser."

"According to what you said, the battle lasted only half an incense stick of time. Within half an incense stick of time, he completed the release of souls, set up formations, killed people, collected souls, and escaped. During the whole process, he also avoided the joint attack of the two of you. Is that right?"

"In addition, he is also good at escaping underground. He is elusive and cannot be stopped."

An elder concluded.

"That's right."

"What a terrifying flag raiser. I heard that the leader of the Tianjian Sect and the Pingtian Sect went there and met this person on the day of the confrontation between them.

But I really didn't expect that he would be such a high threat."

Many elders were silent. An assassin who could appear and disappear at any time, and could release thousands of dead souls at any time, was equivalent to escaping everywhere with thousands of troops. The destructive power of this person was too terrifying. It would be a disaster if he went to the Pingtian Sect.

No wonder the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls came in person to protect him back to the sect.

Understandable.

"No need to argue anymore. This disaster is caused by this person's strange methods, not your negligence.

I have informed the sect master. You all follow me to Pingtian Sect to ask for people. In addition, clean up this place, block the news, and do a good job of the aftermath."

"Are you going to come?" an elder questioned.

"You have to come even if you don't want to. The main thing is to ask Pingtian Sect for an attitude. If that person insists on breaking the rules and wantonly slaughtering our core members, then it's time for several sects to form an alliance to encircle and suppress Pingtian Sect."

...

However, such a large-scale killing case cannot be concealed. The news spread quickly among the high-level leaders of various sects.

The Qingmu Sect was alarmed, and the high-level leaders took action, and the storm pressed on Pingtian Sect.

Not long after.

Outside Qingsong City, an old man was running outside the city. He was the elder who was in the Qingsong Mountain Trial. He seemed to be looking for something. He went straight into the mountains for hundreds of miles and finally stopped.

"It should be OK."

He whispered, and saw his figure quickly become shorter, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, his bones became wider, and his whole temperament was much younger.

Then, he took out an eagle mask and put it on his face, and his voice became heavy and hoarse.

"Why are these two sides fighting? It's really hard to do."