My cultivation script went astray

He first came to the nearest map location. According to the prompts, there were alchemists from the Pingtian Sect here as bait.

This is a small mountain town with a population of less than a thousand. When Chen Lang arrived, smoke and dust were already igniting. The road was empty, and occasionally some corpses could be seen.

"Help, help me"

In the weeds, a monk was lying on the ground, stretching out his hand. He was covering the left side of his heart, and blood was gushing out between his fingers.

Chen Lang walked over and asked, "Who are you?"

"From the Pingtian Sect." The monk's face turned pale. "We were on a mission, but the Tianjian Sect came to kill me. Please save me and help me go back and report to the leader."

"Sorry, I am from the Tianjian Sect." Chen Lang said.

"Aren't you the master who raises the flag?" The monk's palm dropped weakly and happened to rest on the handle of the Ten Thousand Souls Flag exposed at Chen Lang's waist.

"I am the captain. If you rescue me, I will be grateful in the future." The monk stopped his hand and dug into his abdomen.

"If you don't need it later, you can thank me again now."

Chen Lang took out the Ten Thousand Souls Flag and beat him to death with a stick. With a move of the flag, he obtained the four levels of dead souls.

It seems that the people from Tianjian Sect have taken the bait.

Chen Lang unfolded the flags. He brought two today. One was his own, with more than 6,000 dead souls, and the other was stolen, with more than 4,000 souls.

Catching people from Tianjian Sect will not be easier than the Qingsong Mountain trial.

But just as he finished cleaning up, someone suddenly shouted from behind:

"who!"

Chen Lang turned his head, a little surprised.

The visitors were a man and a woman. He recognized them as the crazy monk he saw during the first outer sect trial, and the female cultivator who saved lives and injured people.

What's up, a professional sacrifice?

Chen Lang didn't disguise himself, and the two of them recognized him, their expressions changed slightly, and then they were delighted, "Chen Lang? Is it you?"

The female cultivator put down her sword and was about to come over happily, but the crazy monk next to her reached out vaguely to stop her, while staring at Chen Lang:

"You escaped from the Pingtian Sect?"

"No." Chen Lang replied.

"Junior sister, you can't go there." The crazy monk grabbed the female cultivator's arm and his attitude became firm.

"What are you doing? He is from our Tianjian Sect." The female cultivator was displeased.

"But he has been made into a puppet. It's not certain whether he is or not." The crazy monk said.

There has been no news since the day the Tianjian Sect parted ways. Unlike the higher-ups, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect lack information channels and know very little about other sects.

"I don't know if he is him or not? So what if he is, I saved your life back then. Do you have any conscience?" The female nun opened his hand and rushed over.

Chen Lang tapped the flagpole with his index finger. According to his usual style, he should take action directly, but he thought for a moment.

But at this moment, a big sword flew towards Chen Lang.

Chen Lang slapped it away with a palm, and thunder surged, knocking the sword away and flying back to its master with the thunder wrapped in it.

"Quickly retreat!"

The crazy monk's face changed. He had seen the power of Ben Lei Bead, and he pulled the female cultivator to retreat, but the master of the big sword behind him snorted coldly, condensed his true energy in his right hand, and ignored the thunder to forcefully take it.

The crackling arc of electricity sounded in his hands, and was finally strangled in the palm of his hand.

A mouthful of fishy-sweet taste overflowed from his throat, and he swallowed it secretly, his expression calm and relaxed:

"It's still you."

When Chen Lang came back from the Black Mountain Spirit Mine, he was the first to raise a flag to oppose it, because he had already realized that this person going to the Tianjian Sect would be a disaster.

It's a pity that those elders didn't listen and allowed his growth. As expected, not only did he defect to the Pingtian Sect, but he also took charge of the Blood Banner.

"You have finally revealed your true colors. Let me ask you, are you Chen Lang now?"

"If you admit it, I will spare your life. If you don't admit it, I will kill the puppet today."

"What, do you still need to think about it?" the other party said indifferently.

"Who are you?" Chen Lang thought for a while and gave up.

The other party was silent for a moment.

"This is Senior Brother Lu Youzhi." The female cultivator hurriedly explained, "Senior Brother Lu, don't be like this. Chen Lang was only like this because of the manipulation of Pingtian Sect. He is not that kind of person. Otherwise, how could he have done anything in that trial? Will you try your best to help us?"

The crazy monk was silent. He was also a little confused. It was true that they fought side by side that day, but the blood flag Chen Lang was holding now was also true.

"Chen Lang, come back with us. Elder Zhong has boundless magical powers. He will definitely have a way to help you remove the brand." The female cultivator tried to persuade him.

"It's meaningless. He's just doing evil under a pretense."

Lu Youzhi made a cold judgment, "There are some weak-minded outer sects who cannot survive on their own, so they defect to the Pingtian Sect and join in the gang of burning, killing, and looting."

"you're right."

Chen Lang nodded, then took the flag and summoned the spirit.

Woo!

In an instant, the dead souls filled the sky.

However, a yellow-orange incense burner then appeared, covering the heads of the three people, invulnerable to all means.

"Anything else to say?" Lu Youzhi asked.

But this question was not asked to Chen Lang, but to the female cultivator next to him.

He wanted to prove that he didn't do it, but Chen Lang did it first.

The female cultivator was ashamed, but still did not give up, "Chen Lang, this is Senior Brother Lu's family treasure. Don't insist on having your own way. No matter how great your achievements are, they will never let you go. They will only arrest you." Stronger."

Chen Lang's attention was focused on the incense burner, "The family treasure? It's a very powerful thing."

"You are an ordinary monk, of course you have never seen a spiritual weapon."

Lu Youzhi responded that this is one of the heritages of the Lu family in Tianxi. Magical weapons are used to store spirits. Several golden elixir masters have worked in the past. His family is also a golden elixir family. His grandfather passed it to him that year as a protective magical weapon.

This is also his trump card. Even if the master of the blood flag comes, he is not afraid.

"Really?"

Chen Lang tried to condense the suppression formation. As expected, the incense burner emitted orange light and hung above their heads, as unbreakable as a tortoise shell.

This thing must be destined for me.

Chen Lang had an extra earth escape talisman in his hand. He recorded a coordinate casually, then threw it out and attached it to the bottom of the incense burner that was turned upside down.

"I have informed the elders that we will capture him together later." Lu Youzhi was very calm. Although Chen Lang had the blood flag, his cultivation was there.

But the next moment, he found that the orange light circle under his feet disappeared, and the incense burner flew thousands of feet away inexplicably, and the three were exposed to the formation.

"Suppress."

The formation pressing on their heads showed its power, and the realms of the three people plummeted. A rope appeared in Chen Lang's hand, tied up the shocked Lu Youzhi and the other two, and attached another earth escape talisman, and disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, the leader of the Southern Sect was sitting in meditation. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the air, and three people fell from it and were tied up by ropes.

"Where is my Fengming furnace?" Lu Youzhi exclaimed.

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Chen Lang took the golden incense burner and tried to make a sacrifice. Finally, he successfully branded it and changed it to the size of a palm. It fell into his hand and was heavy.

There was still some dust and slag in the incense burner. From time to time, one could smell some medicinal fragrance.

"Damn, he is indeed an inner disciple. He is different if he has a family." He explored it briefly and found that it was extremely hard. The Seven Star Sword could not leave any trace on it. No wonder even the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could not suppress it.

After taking it away, Chen Lang put on a human skin mask and began to search nearby. If there were inner disciples of the Tianjian Sect, the big organization would not be far away.

In the evening, Chen Lang found the organization in a village near the mountain.

There were not many villagers in the town, but the lights were bright and there were many more tents.

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