My cultivation script went astray

Try it?

Should I try it?

The female cultivator hesitated. She had tried to compete with Chen Lang before, and then lost in an unexpected way. To be honest, she really didn't want to try again.

However, this thing was very important to her. There was a ban on the box, so she couldn't open it immediately, but through the obscure fluctuations, she had already felt that her ancient true blood was inducing it. This was definitely the real thing.

"Everyone, these resources are divided equally among our several major sects, but he holds them alone. You just watch and don't show any expression?" The female cultivator questioned her colleagues.

The people of Qingmu Sect and Vajra Hall were very tacit. They looked at each other, stepped back a little, and made way.

It's not that they want to give up, but they want to see if Chen Lang has any beads or other trump cards.

If not, then they will naturally take action. If there is, then it's okay. This is what Chen Lang deserves.

Getting so many "evil spirit" hidden weapons from Xueyan is already outrageous enough. It can't be more outrageous, right? After all, Chen Lang is only in the late stage of foundation building. It's hard to imagine what he used to exchange for such a precious thing.

"Okay, let me do justice, right?"

The Wuzhong Sect female cultivator smiled, took a step back, the wind around her blew, followed by a crackling sound, her body was covered with needle-like spikes, and a layer of armor appeared on her body.

At the same time, a shadow appeared behind her, and the ancient breath of the primeval world rushed to her face.

"Descendant of the wretched fire."

Li Rui of the Tianjian Sect narrowed his eyes slightly. He had fought with this woman and felt that she was extremely powerful, but the other party always kept some reservations. He didn't expect that she was really a descendant of the wretched fire clan. No wonder she was so eager for this thing.

During the ancient years of the immortals, many alien races were destroyed, but many of them were integrated into the human race and retained their own blood.

When the shadow appeared, Chen Lang felt the familiar pressure again. The Sansheng disk in his right hand trembled and was automatically activated. The black long sword in his hand also trembled slightly, like a sword chant from ancient times.

At this time, a door opened above the female cultivator's head. The door was chaotic, and white air flowed out. It was very heavy, as if connected to the void.

When the door appeared, Zhou Yuanxing's ruler, Yan Xue'e's Xuantiantu, and even many magic tools of Qingmu Sect, as well as Chen Lang's Fengming furnace, Panlong staff, and the black grinding disc whose name was unknown, all appeared at the same time, all floating up and confronting the door.

The ancestral tools are spiritual, and when they feel threatened, they will automatically fight back.

For a time, colorful, at least a dozen golden elixir-level magic tools appeared, which were inductive to each other and even caused some special anomalies.

Gray ashes floated in the air, as if it was snowing.

In Chaihu Town, many cultivators looked at this scene and were shocked. Damn, these people are so rich, why do they have to rob us.

"Don't overestimate your own ability."

Chen Lang shook his head lightly, and then threw the ball in his hand.

Boom!

The earth was shaking, not from Chen Lang, but from the female cultivator of Wuzhongmen. The shadow behind her bowed her head, roared low, and rushed over.

The female cultivator herself jumped up, and then. got into the door!

The phantom beast trembled with every step, running towards Chen Lang, as if rushing to the death. When it was not far from Chen Lang, it expanded rapidly.

Then, it exploded.

With a bang, the explosion produced countless black needle-like rays, shooting in all directions. Chen Lang took out the black grinding disc to resist, but it couldn't stop these rays and was quickly pierced, with countless dense small holes.

Chen Lang was shocked and sacrificed the Fengming furnace as a second layer of defense. After a series of dings, the movement finally disappeared.

Retracting the Fengming furnace, looking at the back, although it was not shot through, there were also dense gray-white fine dots, and some spikes pierced into it. He pulled it hard, but pulled out a wisp of black smoke.

[Wicked Fire]

[Elite Clan of the Immortal Ancient Alien Race]

The system prompts.

Is this the power of the Immortal Ancient Alien Race?

Chen Lang put down his magic weapon and looked at the others. They were no better off than him. Zhou Yuanxing held a ruler and drew a glowing line on the ground. The black needles in front of him formed a layer in the void.

Yan Xue'e had disappeared. Only the Xuantiantu was floating in the air. The door was wide open and she hid inside.

The people in the Vajra Hall also showed their magical powers. A big bell covered them all. Fortunately, the attack was aimed at Chen Lang, and they were not seriously injured, but the Qingmu Sect was seriously affected. One of the cultivators was shot through the chest on the spot and was seriously injured. That was just the aftermath of the explosion.

However, the most irritable one now was the female cultivator of the Wuzhong Sect.

The door opened with a bang, and the female cultivator rushed out with disheveled hair like crazy, holding a black bead in her hand and angrily smashed it at Chen Lang's face.

"Fuck your ancestors! You're trying to scare me with a pill?"

She was in a very miserable state now. That was her contracted spirit. Now it exploded, wanting to exchange her spirit for a life, which also implicated her. The spiked armor on her body was all broken. As long as she could withstand the attack and get the box, it would be a win.

But Chen Lang actually cheated her with a pill!

That was almost equivalent to her life!

Chen Lang stretched out his hand and accurately grabbed the crushed pill. He said slowly: "This is the soul burning pill, which has killed people."

It is worthy of being the soul burning pill. With a little move, it can ignite the vitality of life.

You have no trump cards, right? It's my turn.

"Cough cough." In the distance, someone was injured and coughed up blood. Zhou Yuanxing and others were also very speechless. Chen Lang actually made a feint. The eldest lady of the Qin family was also impulsive and directly fought desperately. She suffered a big loss.

The spirit body is the unique one of the Qin family, with combat power that ordinary cultivators cannot match. It was directly destroyed at this moment.

A moment later, the big bell that enveloped several people in the Vajra Hall rose, and the bald man praised, "Qin Yue, you are really good at something. I am ashamed of myself."

The Vajra Hall and the Wuzhong Sect are also old rivals. Seeing that she was seriously injured, they were naturally happy to see it happen.

The Wuzhong Sect female cultivator was silent, her hair was loose, and the backlash of the self-explosion was still in effect. In a moment, she took out the box.

"Want it?"

"You can't get it either."

She grabbed the box, put her hands together, and slapped it hard. The box made of ancient black gold and extremely hard instantly flattened, and a sound of shattering came from inside.

"Why do you want this?"

The bald man wanted to stop it, but it was too late. Who wouldn't want such a treasure from the ancient fairyland? He wanted it too, but Qin Yue, with the momentum of preferring to die in glory rather than live in disgrace, could only sigh for the disappearance of an ancient fairyland treasure.

"Well done."

Chen Lang nodded. He thought so too. If the treasure could not fall into his hands, it would be okay to destroy it.

After all, the system task requirement is: intercept the assets that turned to the Tianluo organization. Isn't destruction also interception?

Now most of the assets have been obtained, and this ancient fairy treasure has also been destroyed. The remaining small Karami should be the people in the town.

He glanced.

He had long seen that there were only a few normal people in this remote town? We are fighting, and you dare to watch from the side, staring at the magic weapon and swallowing your saliva. It's not a good thing at a glance.

He took out the double banners, it's time to clear the field.

Suddenly, the shriveled and deformed box lit up, and light overflowed from it, spreading a residual image in the air.