My cultivation script went astray

The sword light was like a rainbow, covering a huge area, covering Zhou Yuanxing, Wuya, and their followers.

Even Chen Lang deliberately slashed several swords in a row, and the dense sword energy formed a net, making it impossible to retreat.

Facing such a fierce sword, Zhou Yuanxing just raised his eyebrows and looked at it, and continued to condense the sword energy, and the aura on his body became sharper.

"I'll do it."

Fang Shao stepped forward, ready to block for Zhou Yuanxing, so as not to delay him from performing the secret technique.

"He is still missing something after all." Zhong Sheng watched from outside and shook his head slightly. They often saw the elders of the clan practicing Taoism and fighting, and their horizons were extremely broad. They could see the problem with Chen Lang's moves.

He had momentum but lacked power.

Master Zhong asked him to go to the Zhong family to choose treasures. In fact, what he should choose most was something that could enhance himself, not those magic weapons. Although they were powerful for a while, they were external objects after all.

The sword energy arrived in an instant, sweeping towards Fang Shao, but was easily blocked by him. He still had doubts. He knew that Chen Lang's combat power should be above his, but was such a move too perfunctory? Or was it just a disguise?

But before he could think, he suddenly felt that an indescribable complex emotion suddenly emerged in his heart, the despair of a master-level master at the end of the Tao, and the unwillingness of a Jindan cultivator who saw the direction but was about to die. The past of many heroes turned into an ancient wind and came towards him, wetting his eyes and infecting his emotions, making him irritable, angry, and hysterical.

No, it was a soul attack!

Fang Shao quickly calmed down his emotions. He felt surprised. He could feel that those emotions were real and did not belong to one person. It was because of the reality that he could not calm down for a long time. It would not be like some illusions. No matter how evil they were, they would disappear once they were pierced.

Suddenly, he saw the ground turning black at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the dark field surrounded him from all directions.

What's going on!

Fang Shao was surprised. At this time, someone shouted loudly: "Brother Zhou's ruler has fallen!"

Someone looked over and saw that Zhou Yuanxing's eyes were red. The sword energy around him collapsed, full of strange murderous aura, but more seriously, the black ruler in his right hand, which was feared by countless people, suddenly failed and could no longer suppress the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

So the drooping yellow flag suddenly fluttered in the wind, rustling, happy and wanton.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner domain surged again, and the sacred and peaceful ancestral mausoleum became gloomy and terrifying.

At the same time, Wu Ya was facing a similar situation. The wooden Zen stick in his hand was also covered with a layer of black, leaving only the magic bead on the top glowing slightly, piercing the darkness with difficulty, like a candle that could be extinguished at any time in the dark wind.

"Retreat!"

The monks outside hurriedly retreated. This sudden change surprised them. What happened? The ruler of the Zhou family was something Zhou Tianzheng had used before. The Buddha's Light Staff in Wuya's hand was also a genuine ancestral artifact, and it was a top-notch existence among the golden elixir artifacts. Even if the Ten Thousand Souls Banner was so terrible, could its power reach this level?

Even if the leader of the Pingtian Sect came, it wouldn't be so bad, right?

The invasion of the black banner field instantly pulled the people inside from the combat state into a life-and-death threat.

Some people screamed, their hands and feet were bitten by something, and the wounds were painful and cold, without any temperature. Without the protection of the two ancestral artifacts, they really realized why the Tianjian Sect was desperate to strangle the Pingtian Sect.

But soon, a strong but gentle force pulled them out, and the disciples were bloody one by one, and the blood flowed along the cracks in the stone bricks, drawing horizontal and vertical lines.

This scene made the disciples outside terrified. Is Chen Lang going to kill again? In the sect?

Report to the elders immediately!

"They still place too much emphasis on external things. Such a battle can easily make them lose themselves and mistake the accumulation of their ancestors for their personal strength." The temple keeper stood in the distance, motionless, but his figure was much fainter.

He put his hands behind his back and tapped the back of his left hand with his right index finger. Every time he tapped, one person was pulled out of the field of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

The two ancestral artifacts suddenly failed, not because the black banner was too strong. The ancestral artifacts were all treasures refined by Jindan or even Yuanying cultivators. There was no absolute generation gap or natural restraint, so it was difficult to suppress the other party.

The real problem was with Zhou Yuanxing and Wu Ya, the two magic weapon masters. They controlled the power that did not belong to their level and consumed a lot of energy to control it. He didn't know whether Chen Lang did it on purpose or by chance. In short, he interfered with the two people's control of the ancestral artifacts.

The ruler is the master of righteousness, and the controller needs to be upright and open-minded, not to mention the Buddha's Light Staff.

But Chen Lang's demon sword released pure negative emotions.

Most people were rescued, and only Zhou Yuanxing and Wu Ya were left. Zhou Yuanxing was safe and sound. He had an extra short sword in his hand, only half of it was drawn out, and an extremely sharp aura overflowed, killing the strange things around him.

But his face was grim at the moment. It was the first time someone asked him to take out the second ancestral weapon. Even Murong Zhen couldn't do it. The first place was given to her.

"Brother Zhou, please borrow it." Wu Ya held the Buddha's Light Staff like a street lamp and came to Zhou Yuanxing, feeling less pressure.

"There are a lot of things, but they are useless."

Chen Lang also knew how the sword spirit could have such a good effect, but it didn't matter. It just looked fun.

He held the banner in his left hand and danced with the sword in his right hand, slashing again.

But this time it didn't work. Zhou Yuanxing held the half-sheathed sword, which was not long, only about seven inches, and was crooked. The exposed part was not metal color, but a bone white with some crystal jade feeling.

This slashing attack once again made Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya confused, with bloodshot eyes bursting out. However, this second ancestral weapon was not affected, and the killing aura was even stronger.

The silver-haired man Wuya also gradually adapted and began to counterattack. He chanted scriptures in his mouth, and dark golden starlight fell, which actually dispersed the Ten Thousand Souls Flag field again.

"Chen Lang, as a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, your moves are all evil." Wuya said after reciting.

"Why, weren't you talking about wanting to try my Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Now that I have taken it out, what is your response method? Just hide around others?" Chen Lang held the banner in his left hand and the sword in his right hand, expressionlessly. Walked towards the two of them.

"I'm worried about you. Such evil methods will either harm you or the Tianjian Sect one day." Wu Ya said.

This was his premonition. If Chen Lang continued like this, sooner or later a disaster would happen between Tianjian Sect and him.

"You keep saying Xieyi. If you don't understand Xieyi, how can you deal with the Pingtian Sect? You are showing off your power with the ancestral magic weapon and hiding behind you. You have never even been on the battlefield. You are not even as good as an outer disciple. You are qualified to talk to me. Evil?"

After Chen Lang finished speaking, the flag waved, and the entire field shook. A black torrent gathered in the air and bombarded the two of them.

"Since magical weapons are also part of strength, then I will teach you your strength today!"