My cultivation script went astray

Yan Xue'e said nothing, just said: "Don't ask, look."

She pointed to the ancestral tablet in the Xuantian map. The woman was stunned when she saw it, "This doesn't make sense."

"Could it be that the great grandmother is resurrected?"

Yan Xue'e said, "When I was a child, didn't you tell me that the great grandmother was not dead? She practiced a magical power. If anyone didn't practice seriously, he would be taken away in the middle of the night?"

Woman: ...

At this time, she noticed Chen Lang next to her, and was obviously very concerned about him being here, and said: "Are you here to worship your ancestors? Why are you here if you don't go to the temple?"

She didn't know what happened. After all, that person was the strongest person in the family. He had endless means when he was alive. Who knows what he left after his death.

But it is a family secret after all, and outsiders are not allowed to explore.

Chen Lang glanced at the charming woman, "Madam, we have said that we are here to worship our ancestors. Don't you think that your Yan family's ancestors are not worthy of worship?"

The lady was speechless for a moment, and Yan Xue'e hurriedly said:

"Let him come with us. We have previously dealt with the Zhou family and the Taoist family together. This time I hope to get a good ranking."

"Really?" The lady was a little surprised, "Whose family are you from?"

She knew Yan Xue'e's weight. She couldn't do it herself, but she couldn't be an ordinary person to compete with those big families.

So she had reason to suspect that this person had ulterior motives. After all, Yan Xue'e was a little disliked and it was difficult for her to find a partner.

"He is a casual cultivator." Yan Xue'e explained simply, saying that he was Zhong Haoran's disciple.

"Casual cultivator?"

The lady's eyes moved slightly, staring at Chen Lang for a moment, wondering what she was thinking.

The casual cultivators they called were different from those in the outside world. In their eyes, all those who were not from aristocratic families were casual cultivators.

Suddenly, a whistling sound of wind came, interrupting his thoughts.

I saw an incense burner appear, spinning in the air, suppressing the two souls.

Chen Lang felt that he was locked in, and the power was a little familiar, so he decisively used the earth escape talisman and retreated dozens of feet.

"Who!"

Yan Xue'e glared at him, killing him at this time, don't want to live?

"Me."

There was a person standing in the distance, it turned out to be Lu Youzhi, he made gestures and controlled the Fengming furnace.

"Bold!"

Yan Xue'e raised her eyebrows, opened the Xuantiantu, and wanted to lock Lu Youzhi in.

Lu Youzhi felt that his soul was unstable, and quickly turned back to the Fengming furnace, covering his head, preventing the Xuantiantu from tearing him.

His eyes moved slightly, and he said:

"Yan Xue'e, I have a grudge with him, it has nothing to do with you, please move aside."

"What? It's not against me?"

Yan Xue'e became even more angry, "Mom, take care of him!"

At this time, Lu Youzhi noticed the face outlined by the lines, because those lines were a plane, and just now it was facing him sideways.

The lines moved, and the woman's face turned to Lu Youzhi, and her attitude was warm:

"We have some family affairs to deal with, the trial is temporarily suspended, you go find someone else first."

"Who are you?" Lu Youzhi asked coldly, he came today with the intention of destroying Chen Lang, how could he retreat easily.

The woman was slightly surprised, "You don't recognize me?"

She recognized Lu Youzhi and Lu Ming, and the two families had some dealings.

She had seen Lu Youzhi many times, so she shouldn't have failed to recognize her.

Lu Youzhi fell into thought, and then bowed:

"Sorry to bother you, goodbye."

He withdrew.

But Chen Lang stopped him, "Did I let you go?"

You're kidding, you're looking for me, but you're saying I won't look for you.

As the first kid who can jump around for such a long time with a health bar, Chen Lang won't allow him to continue to exist.

Lu Youzhi stared at Chen Lang, "If you want to fight me, then go for a duel."

What a joke, who wants to fight you?

Chen Lang pointed at him and said to Yan Xue'e, "Take care of him, and I'll help you win the ranking."

"You said that? Okay!"

Yan Xue'e's eyes gleamed, this is what we've been waiting for!

In an instant, the power of the Xuantian Diagram was so great that the Fengming Furnace on Lu Youzhi's head was unstable. As a Jindan-level ancestral artifact, the pressure he faced now was much greater than dealing with Chen Lang.

Chen Lang appeared next to the Fengming Furnace at the right time and pasted a talisman paper on it.

The Fengming Furnace turned into light and was teleported to a distance.

In an instant, Lu Youzhi's pupils were dilated, the chaotic energy in the Xuantian Diagram surged, and Lu Youzhi's figure appeared inside.

But he was not panicking. He stood inside and looked at Chen Lang outside: "Come on, this is also fine. It doesn't matter where you fight."

"That's what you said." Chen Lang looked at him, suddenly raised the black long sword, and slashed at Lu Youzhi's body.

"You"

Lu Youzhi was startled, and hurriedly closed his eyes and concentrated, preparing to come out.

No one stopped him, so it would only take a moment to leave Xuantiantu.

"Hmph, you sent yourself to the door." Yan Xue'e separated her soul and entered Xuantiantu by herself.

As soon as she entered, she performed a secret technique, and countless strings emerged from all directions, slashing Lu Youzhi and preventing him from leaving.

The woman just watched with interest on the side, and did not take action. Ancestor worship is a confrontation between the younger generations. They can use magic tools and various magical powers, but the family masters cannot leave, which is equivalent to admitting defeat.

This is the tacit rule of the Tianjian Sect's ancestral temple worship for generations.

At this time, Chen Lang had already slashed Lu Youzhi's body with a sword.

With a creaking sound, the sword blade sank into Lu Youzhi's flesh, but the sound was very strange. It didn't seem like it was cutting into flesh, but rather like it was cutting into cardboard or dry leather, making a grinding sound that made one's teeth ache.

Sure enough, there was a problem.

He had suspected early on that this person was not Lu Youzhi, and he had tried many times, but none of them worked. This made him wonder if he had seen the scene at Lotus Mountain wrong?

However, it didn't matter. The living might be different, but the dead were the same.

Chen Lang drew his sword and chopped again.

But at this time, he was surprised to find that the sword was stuck inside and couldn't be pulled out!

"Huh?"

At this time, they didn't notice that the lines on the face of the woman watching the battle next to them changed, and she suddenly became much more serious.

But this chop made Lu Youzhi in the Xuantiantu suddenly become blurred. With a sound like mucus flowing, his face changed and became a strange face.

At the same time, his aura was also soaring, suddenly increasing tenfold, twentyfold.

The chaotic energy in the Xuantian map dissipated, and Yan Xue'e's various magical powers came to him and were all annihilated, which made Yan Xue'e dumbfounded.

"Golden Golden Pill?"

What's going on? What secret technique can directly improve a person's cultivation so much?

"If you insist on seeking death, I will fulfill your wish."

The man's voice became heavy and rough, like an adult man, no longer Lu Youzhi himself, he raised his hand to suppress Yan Xue'e.

After a brief panic, Yan Xue'e's face became solemn and she shouted:

"Mom!"

In an instant, the chaotic energy exploded.

The strange man's actions became sluggish, all the chaotic energy dissipated, he stood on the yellow land, and a row of ancestral tablets were all bright.

Then, Yan Xue'e's figure disappeared, and was sent out of the Xuantian map, replaced by the woman.

"Hundred-faced Demon Lord?"

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