My cultivation script went astray

“This can’t be.”

Zhou Yuanxing’s face changed. He remembered a person. My father Zhou Tianzheng once mentioned that there was a strange man in Tianluo.

“Don’t take out the magic weapon!” Murong Jing shouted coldly and retreated quickly.

“I have arranged it for so long, how can I let you go?” The young old man came behind Murong Jing like a ghost and slapped her.

He didn’t move fast, giving her enough opportunities to fight back, but the cultivators below the foundation building stage couldn’t take his move unless they took out the ancestral weapon.

Fortunately, the elder of Wuzhongmen chased after him and slapped the young old man’s back with another palm. The red tassel spear pierced through his heart and returned to his hand.

“Hand over my magic weapon!” he shouted.

At this moment, all the firepower was concentrated on the old man. Chen Lang was very surprised. Is this part of the plot?

I wondered why such a strong opponent was arranged. It turns out that this old man is one of us.

By the way, I don’t know what this move of swallowing the ancestral weapon alive is. It’s so awesome. I want to learn it.

The young old man suddenly spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and something in his abdomen moved, rolling out of shape in his belly.

"Be patient, I'll take a few more." The young old man pressed his pregnant belly, very calm.

"Follow me, kill him!" The elders of Wuzhongmen began to attack desperately, and the people of Jingang Hall and Qingmu Sect also came up one after another.

The ancestral artifacts have been passed down from generation to generation, and their value is immeasurable. Compared with this, the obscene fire relics are nothing.

"You are disciples of the righteous sect, why are you still attacking three roads? Fuck your mother!" The young old man was also beaten up. It was fine if someone took it and scratched his belly, but there were also people who tore his mouth and stabbed his valley.

The young old man struggled to break free, holding up his hands, and suddenly the earth shook.

The mountains collapsed, the rivers stopped flowing, and the huge obscene fire relics actually flew up.

The huge building flew high into the sky. The bottom was very flat, with flowing light spreading. There was actually a magic array underneath supporting it, but the magic array seemed to be severely damaged, causing the ancient ruins of the wretched fire to be shaky, and huge rocks fell from the sky, smashing a mountain.

"Go in!" The old man threw it fiercely, and the monks from all sides who besieged him were smashed into the ruins by him.

Bangs rang out one after another. The mere stone tiles could not stop the monks of this level. The elders of the Vajra Hall and the Wuzhong Gate escaped one after another, and Murong Jing saw some clues.

"Is this ancient hall a trap designed by you?"

The magic array at the bottom of the ancient hall was obviously arranged in advance. In addition, there were many similar magic array traces in the ancient hall, and there were even as many as seven or eight layers of magic arrays nested. The exquisite arrangement was shocking.

But for some reason, those magic arrays were damaged. If they were intact, they would have died the moment the ancient ruins hit them.

"Trap? Is this fake?"

The other monks were very surprised, but Chen Lang did get something. If it was fake, how could he be so powerful now?

"Boy, take it!"

While these people were trying to break free from the ruins, the young old man came to Chen Lang with blood all over his body and threw a porcelain bottle.

His chest was bright and his muscles were trembling, but he didn't care about that. "Here are four drops of wretched fire blood. You, get rid of them!"

"I think you are more valuable." Chen Lang said.

"You ruined my arrangement and ruined my magic circle. I haven't settled the score with you yet!" The young old man suddenly burst out with infinite momentum, which was more oppressive than the young elder of Wuzhongmen and even some elders of Tianjianzong. Obviously, he was proving that he didn't use his full strength.

Then, his tone suddenly dropped again, "Don't make things difficult for casual cultivators. I beg you. Help me get rid of them. I will tell you how to get the complete wretched fire blood and how to walk the ancient immortal road!"

"Okay." Chen Lang nodded and looked at these people.

He opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and suddenly a warm, familiar smell came out, and his blood began to boil again. This was obviously the real blood of the wretched fire, and the purity was even higher than that he had previously refined from the front legs of the ancient corpse!

The young old man coughed up a mouthful of blood and sat cross-legged on the ground. His belly was getting bigger and bigger, and a layer of skin was almost as transparent as boiled dumpling skin.

As the breath circulated, his state gradually stabilized.

"Chen Lang, you dare to stop me, you are looking for death!" Several disciples of Qingmu Sect were boiling with murderous aura. Even the ancestral artifact was robbed. Whoever dared to stop it today would be killed!

The elders of the Vajra Hall, the Wuzhong Gate, and even some other sects were moved. The ancestral artifact was robbed, which was an irreconcilable hatred.

Chen Lang did not speak, took out the bottle of real blood, and poured it into his throat.

"One drop will do," the old man next to him was very busy, but he couldn't help but stretched out his hand to remind him.

Boom!

The real form of the wretched fire appeared!

Chen Lang used the ancient art of the wretched fire and rushed into the crowd to kill.

This time, without the ancestral weapon in the way, and without the inheritance and heritage to support them, he no longer had any scruples. He punched out with one punch, severely injuring the Qingmu Sect cultivator who came first, and then punched him again, smashing his body directly and killing him completely.

"Infinite Golden Body!" The bald man from the Vajra Hall also came, with a dark golden glow all over his body, attacking Chen Lang from the left.

Chen Lang swung the Panlong Staff and hit him on the head with one stick, then grabbed his fist, pressed his shoulder with the other hand, and tore it hard.

With a snap, half of the bald man's shoulder was torn off, and the dark gold quickly faded.

Blood splashed everywhere, shocking the others. Seeing Chen Lang covered in blood, they began to hesitate.

But Chen Lang didn't give them time to hesitate. After solving a few troublesome ones, he took out the Wanhun Banner and darkness descended.

Waves of screams came.

"Disperse!" In the Qingmu Sect, Lu Chen retreated quickly. He clenched his palms and wanted to use the ancestral tree to dispel the darkness, but he just remembered that the ancestral tree had been eaten.

"No, retreat quickly!" He shouted loudly, and then saw Chen Lang coming. He walked in the black fog, holding two banners, and gradually approached.

A sense of despair surged from the bottom of his heart. He had been in control of the ancestral weapon for too long, and now he suddenly lost it. This unfamiliar feeling of helplessness has not appeared for a long time.

With the sound of footsteps, Chen Lang passed him and came behind him. He vaguely heard a puff, and a human-shaped golden light lit up, covered with runes all over his body, and then his head fell off, and the golden light went out, and everything fell into darkness.

In the distance, Qin Yue was watching outside. She was the first to experience this feeling. When she was captured by Chen Lang, she had thought that maybe the ancestral weapon had been in control for too long, and the light was too strong, covering their own brilliance, and making them unable to tell how much power belonged to the sect family and how much power belonged to themselves.

Chen Lang cleaned them all up in a simple and neat way, killing most of the useless ones, leaving only Qin Yue and Lu Chen, mainly because he suddenly had an idea, these people have other uses.

There is nothing good on them, they can't be used, but they can be used to exchange for ransom.

Can't be wasted.

In the distance.

The man from Wuzhongmen looked at him. He was the only one who got out of the Wanhun Banner's domain. Chen Lang ignored the others in the domain before, just trying to deal with him.

"It's meaningless." He shook his head, sighed softly, and turned away.