My cultivation script went astray

"you"

When Zhong Shiji saw that Chen Lang didn't listen to advice, he got very angry. You know? What do you know?

Forget it, respecting other people's fate is not okay, at least you can't die in my Zhong family.

Zhong Shiji wanted to drag Chen Lang back, but Chen Lang had already moved far away at this moment, and the curse had not yet been lifted. He did not dare to move rashly, so he ordered his servant:

"He has entered the cursed area, please rescue him quickly!"

"Huh? Me?" The servant hesitated, but he didn't dare to move.

At this time, Chen Lang had already moved forward for less than half the distance. Of course, he was more cautious. At least he did not run over. He also stretched out his right hand and blocked the Sanshengpan at the front.

When he was close to about a hundred feet away, he suddenly heard a subtle clicking sound.

Then he saw cracks on his arm and dust spilled out. It was the same as what those prisoners faced, but it didn't hurt, just a slight numbness.

He dipped some dust in his left hand, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it. It didn't feel like ashes, but rather the smell of incense ashes.

"Can't the Sanshengpan stop it?" Chen Lang thought, the little thing is quite powerful.

Suddenly, he saw the formation constructed by the Three Life Disk quenching, and the clicking sounds sounded continuously. He quickly retracted his right hand, and then he noticed that the clicking sound was not from his skin and flesh, but from the cracks in the Three Life Disk.

A very fine crack spreads on the surface of the Sansei Disk and runs through the middle.

Damn it.

Chen Lang quickly retreated and returned to a safe area. At this time, the people who were chained stopped screaming. They were all dead and turned into a pile of ashes, as if they had just been cremated. Bronze bells fell into the ashes. .

The power of the curse is gone.

With a buzzing sound, Chen Lang turned the three life disk, it was okay and it could be used.

The cracks on his arm also stopped spreading, and blood flowed freely.

"Are you OK?"

Zhong Shiji was relieved when he saw Chen Lang coming back, "Xiao Liu, hurry up, get the medicine."

"Need not."

Chen Lang was very satisfied with the performance of the Cursed Bell, "Are there any more prisoners on death row? Catch a few more."

"You still want to try?" Zhong Shiji was speechless. He had never seen such a desperate person.

"No, it's for healing."

…

Half an hour later, several death row prisoners were lying on the ground, and Chen Lang returned intact.

However, the crack in the Sansheng Pan cannot be eliminated. It is indeed damaged. This is the first time, although it is not serious.

"Okay, I'm very satisfied with this thing. I'll accept it. Let me know next time if there is something good, and I will put in a good word for you in front of Zhong Haoran." Chen Lang patted Zhong Shiji on the shoulder.

This bell is very dangerous, with amazing killing power. It has miraculous effects at critical moments, but it is a bit life-threatening. It is just right for me.

Zhong Shiji looked at Chen Lang and his arm that was intact as before. He knew that there was no point in trying to persuade him at this moment, so he said with emotion:

"There is a reason why you became Patriarch Zhong's disciple."

He had always dreamed of having his descendants join Zhong Haoran's family, but now that Chen Lang was here, he realized that it seemed difficult.

"Is she finished healing?" Chen Lang asked, his work was done.

"Isn't this just the beginning?" Zhong Shiji said: "It will take about three days. I will arrange a place for you first. Just wait."

"good."

Chen Lang nodded. He collected two weapons today and really needs some time to study them.

After settling Chen Lang, Zhong Shiji said with a solemn expression, "Xiao Liu."

"Here," the servant said.

"How much divine energy did she use for this tempering?"

Xiaoliu replied: "I used all the rest. After all, according to the plan, this is the last time."

"How many percent of her Daoji can be restored?"

"About 30%." Xiao Liu thought for a while and said.

Zhong Shiji ordered: "Keep only half of the rest to her, destroy the rest, and don't let anyone know."

Xiaoliu was surprised, "If it is destroyed, her congenital defects will have no chance to be restored."

Zhong Shiji said, "That's what we want, at least we can't let her be independent. Once she becomes successful and no longer needs our Zhong family, then our Zhong family will be useless to Zhong Haoran.

As long as she remains in her previous defective state, he can't break off the relationship with us. "

Xiao Liu was surprised, "Aren't you afraid that Patriarch Zhong will know about this?"

"In the worst case, I will settle the matter myself and apologize." Zhong Shiji said, "So don't let anyone know about this except you and me."

This makes Xiaoliu feel regretful. Personally speaking, Zhong Yuling is just a young girl, so she can't always stare at others.

It would have been nice to have been replaced by Chen Lang. He looked quite unhappy with this person.

But he knew that the Zhong family could not do without Zhong Haoran now, and he could only make some personal sacrifices for the sake of the family.

"What about Chen Lang? How to pull the strings?" Xiao Liu asked.

The magic weapon given to Chen Lang was not given in vain. If Zhong Yuling's line was broken, they would need another line to keep in touch with Zhong Haoran.

Zhong Shiji shook his head silently, "This person is not good."

"Why not?"

"He is a ruthless character who cannot be won over and difficult to control." His intuition told him that Chen Lang was much more difficult to deal with than that girl. "I can only try."

…

Three days passed in a flash.

Zhong Yuling's recuperation is over.

The broad sedan appeared again, with two ox-dragon monsters lying on the ground, one behind the other.

"Little friend Chen Lang, come and play often when you have time." Zhong Shiji personally came to see him off.

"Definitely next time."

Chen Lang agreed casually, it would depend on whether they had any good stuff, and he wouldn't do anything useless.

Then, Zhong Yuling also appeared. She was wrapped in a white blanket, scarf, and hat, and her whole body was wrapped airtight. Several people escorted her to the sedan chair.

"Xiaoyou Chen, please."

"Second aunt, please come back often when you have time. Autumn is coming soon, and all the persimmons in the garden will fall if you don't eat them." Zhong Shiji said loudly to the sedan with a kind smile on his face.

Zhong Yuling ignored him, but he didn't care at all. He was very polite and watched the two people leave.

The bull-dragon roared low, soared into the clouds and rode on the mist.

When the sedan was stable, Zhong Yuling lifted the brim of his hat and exposed his head.

"How's it going? Did they give you anything good?"

"Yes." Chen Lang took out the silver-black sword he was carrying and stood on the ground with a bang. The entire sedan chair and the two monsters were unstable for a while.

"How about it, isn't it awesome?" Chen Lang said.

After three days of practice, he felt that no one knew this sword better than him.

Brand new equipment, priced at 999.

"sharp."

Zhong Yuling looked at it for a moment and felt it looked familiar, "This seems to be the sword of my father's last apprentice."

"Yes." Chen Lang held the sword with both hands, "Then do you think Mo Ruzhen makes this sword handsome, or do I make this sword handsome?"

"Then you must be more handsome."

"You have good eyesight." Chen Lang said, "I can see that you are a person with good taste."

"By the way, have you seen Mo Ruzhen?"

"Never seen it." Zhong Yuling replied.

I've never seen you tell me. Chen Lang also wanted to know what happened to the weapon spirit in the sword. He didn't quite understand this yet.

This was the only place where he felt that he was not using it smoothly. The spirit in the sword had been formatted, but he still seemed to be unconvinced and there was an energy that he couldn't use.

"Has your father ever said anything about this sword spirit?"

"have."

"How do you say it?" Chen Lang asked.

"I forgot."

"..."

Chen Lang thought so. For such a serious question, he should ask Zhong Haoran later.

"Do you know how Mo Ruzhen died?" Chen Lang asked again. He was actually a little interested in this matter, but he felt that Zhong Shiji was hypocritical and could not tell the truth.

"Sold."

Zhong Yuling rolled up his sleeves, revealing a fair but bruised hand, "He was so stupid that he went to fight with people from a foreign land and was chased back. As a result, the Tianjian Sect didn't even try to save him, and he died later. "

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