My cultivation script went astray

The sword was mottled, with silver spots everywhere, as if it had been dug out by insects with dense holes.

After a few more rounds of stirring, no more obsessions appeared.

"Is it OK?"

At this time, Chen Lang used the system to identify the sword, but only saw a lot of progress bars, all of which ran outside the system panel.

After injecting true energy into the sword, before he swung it, Chen Lang felt a terrible force gathering around him, and countless sword wills emerged, although they were all weak, but there were many of them.

They condensed into green smoke, revealing an unparalleled sense of sacredness.

Chen Lang seemed to feel the nagging thoughts again, so he quickly put them away. He really didn't want to experience it again.

Hurting the body.

"It's a pity that I didn't see the inheritance."

Chen Lang recalled carefully that he didn't see anything special in the previous thoughts that were infused in his mind.

Afterwards, he searched in several tombs, but he didn't see any scriptures or Taoist texts.

"It seems that there is no branch line." This made him a little regretful.

In this case, let's collect all the obsessions first. Chen Lang is going to collect the second furnace.

But at this time, he suddenly felt a bright light above his head. Countless shadows appeared on the ground, rotating around the center. Looking up, a bright bead jumped into the sky and flew in one direction.

Refresh point!

Chen Lang's mind moved. When Murong Zhen came before, he lost him. I think this is the second Dzi bead to be born, and business is important.

He ran towards that direction.

Soon, he saw a huge monument, like a big sword inserted into the ground, with only the hilt exposed, standing at the end of the road.

The other side of the road extends outside the mausoleum and connects to the grassland.

At this time, he heard a rumbling sound. An old man was standing in front of a trumpet-shaped stone statue next to him, and said in a deep voice:

"For decades, the Zhou family has protected the peace of the Tianjian Sect, calmed external disasters, and dealt with internal disputes. They have always been impartial, upright, and abided by the soul of our Tianjian Sect. It is fortunate for our Tianjian Sect to have such a pillar."

"Zhou family, Zhou Yuanxing, come and name your name."

After that, a wave of waves flowed, and the old man's eyes moved and looked in the direction of Chen Lang, "Who is eavesdropping here?"

"Are there?"

Chen Lang walked out, "I am listening openly."

"Are you an ancestor worshiper?" the old man asked.

"Yes."

The old man nodded lightly, his tone gentle, "Then what are you doing here? The second Dzi bead has been produced, and the third one will be born soon. If you miss it, you will have no chance."

"Why don't you just give me one directly? Why make me run again?" Chen Lang said.

"What?"

The old man was slightly stunned. It was the first time he heard someone make such a request.

Why don't you go and grab the Dzi beads, but come to me to ask for them?

He smiled and said, "My friend, this is a competition experience set by the sect for you. It is not something I can control. I am just a gravekeeper."

"Gravekeeper?" Chen Lang looked at the stone tablet next to him. There were many names on it, all very small, but written in a vigorous and powerful way.

"Yes, I have been here for more than 50 years, and I have never left for decades. This is the resting place of our ancestors, and it cannot be disturbed. You should go back quickly."

"Then I think you are not doing a good job."

Chen Lang pointed to the old man's hand. At this moment, he held a pen in his right hand, which was a stone-gray color and about the same size as the brush in Zhong Haoran's hand.

"Is this what you use to carve the tablet?" he asked.

"That's right."

"Carve the name, is it the Heavenly Ranking?" he asked again.

"Yes."

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Chen Lang rolled up his sleeves, "Then bring it here, I'll carve it myself."

"What?"

The old man dissuaded again, "Young friend, please abide by the rules and go grab the Dzi Bead. If you can grab it, your name will naturally appear on the ancestral monument."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Chen Lang set off directly, carrying the power of the Thunder Bead, and went forward to grab it.

The old man dodged and came to the top of a nearby ancestral tomb, his beard shaking, obviously a little angry.

"Young man, whose disciple are you? Why are you so ignorant of etiquette?"

It was the first time I saw someone coming here to grab something, no, it was the second one, the first one had been beaten out.

Chen Lang said nothing, injected true energy into the sword, and swung the sword directly, slashing it vertically at the ancestral tomb.

The sword has just been made, use your old Deng to sharpen the blade first.

"Hmph!"

The old man snorted coldly, did not dodge, raised his right hand, and took it with his bare hands.

Suddenly, the old man's body shook, his eyes were dazed, smoke came out of his head, and a few sparse hairs fell.

In his dazed eyes, there was anger, disappointment, sadness, and finally he was completely confused.

"What kind of magic is this?"

The old man suddenly woke up, his eyes were cold and fierce. This sword was a bit weird. There was no soul impact, and the true power was not strong. But there was a huge amount of information that was forced into his brain.

Although there was no damage, it was very uncomfortable. He had been guarding the mausoleum for decades, and the information he received was not as much as this moment.

"What kind of magic? This is a sword spirit!"

Chen Lang slashed with another sword. He saw that the other party was a Jindan cultivator. It was not easy to deal with, but it was much easier than the group outside. They all carried Jindan magic tools and did not hesitate to attack.

And this old man was a sky bead, and he had a pen in his hand. In short, he was the boss!

Then who should I deal with if I don't deal with you?

"Insolent!"

The old man instantly understood why he couldn't resist this kind of power, because this is the way of swordsmanship. "Tao" is the foundation of a cultivator, just like his name. Once they fight, they will be sensed by the opponent.

This is not a problem, but he has never seen such a long name!

The old man made a response strategy, retreated instantly, and appeared on another mausoleum, but in another moment, he went back.

Because if he avoided it, the sword energy would split the mausoleum in half.

This is the mausoleum of Elder Zhou Tianzheng's father!

A huge amount of information poured into his brain again, and the old man's brain was buzzing and his head was exploding. He hated it and shouted angrily:

"Enough!"

Chen Lang heard it and thought that this really worked wonders, so he chopped three swords in a row, not seeking power, but only to overload the old man with information.

But in an instant, his hand was empty, the sword disappeared, and appeared in the old man's hand.

"How dare you! You destroyed the ancestral mausoleum. I am ordered by the Heavenly Sword Sect to kill you!" The old man showed murderous intent, holding a sword, and condensed a formation in his left hand out of thin air, grabbing Chen Lang.

I have never seen such a presumptuous young man. Even if you are a disciple of the Heavenly Sword Sect, don't think about leaving easily today.

Chen Lang was not in a hurry. He sacrificed the Fengming furnace. The huge furnace tilted and white powder poured out.

"What is this?" The old man temporarily retreated. This person's means were evil. He couldn't see what was in these powders. He suspected that it was something highly poisonous.

"These are the ashes of our ancestors." Chen Lang said.

"I think it's your ashes." The old man was indifferent.

"You don't believe it? I collected hundreds of clay pots to get so many. Do you want them?" Chen Lang said.

The old man was stunned and looked closely. The color and texture seemed to be true!

"Stop it!"

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