My cultivation script went astray

Puff~

Everyone was shocked, and someone even choked on a mouthful of wine? Did he hear an illusion? Someone from the other side dared to come?

The old monk was also confused for a moment, and recognized Chen Lang's badge, and his face suddenly changed, "You are the spy from the other side!"

Which bastard let the person from the other side in?

"Kill him!"

Someone shouted, our gathering place, but a spy got in, and he was still talking nonsense here, it was simply humiliating Qingmu Sect's no one!

But Chen Lang acted earlier, condensing the ultimate murderous energy with one palm, slapping the heart of the old monk next to him, and kicking down.

"Hmph!"

The old monk's true essence was overflowing, and he took the palm strike forcefully, his blood and qi surging, but he failed to defend against the kick. Even though he twisted his body to avoid the vitals, his left leg bone was still broken. He fell to the ground with a plop, and said angrily:

"Don't let him run away!"

When he said this, Chen Lang had already stepped on the footwork and retreated quickly, but the previous round wasted some time, and several monks had intercepted him from behind. Several spears stabbed at him, and someone lifted the brazier, turning it into a dim fire dragon, smashing it towards him, completely blocking his retreat.

Buzz!

Chen Lang spread out his right palm, and the Sansheng disk rotated clockwise. A formation like the Eight Diagrams appeared in the void. Those spears, fire dragons, etc., all slowed down and fell to the ground as if time and space were solidified.

A stream of energy was quickly refined and poured into Chen Lang's body. This was the work of at least seven or eight people, including foundation-building monks. He immediately felt his meridians expand and his body was about to explode.

"Where are you running?" The old monk quickly got up, limping up and using his magical power. His hands condensed into a gray-brown mist and reached out to Chen Lang's back.

His face was terribly cold. A kid at the ninth level of Qi Refining actually sneaked in like this. He had never been humiliated like this in his life.

What's wrong with this Yanxi Mountain Master? Is he crazy to send such a person to die? Or does he want to make us lose our composure first, and then use this to perform some trick?

But immediately, he realized that this was not a trick, and this kid was not sent to die.

Bang!

The power that was so strong that it surpassed the extreme realm poured out from Chen Lang's left palm. There was no skill, no means, only the purest power suppression.

It was a joint attack of seven or eight monks, entering from the left arm, passing through the body, and then flowing to the right arm, turning into an attack. Fortunately, Chen Lang had been tempered by that drop of ancient blood, otherwise, with the cultivation of the ninth level of Qi Refining, his body would be broken immediately.

The two palms collided, and the gray mist in the palm of the old monk's hand exploded. With a sound of bone cracking, his arm bent into a weird angle. The remaining breath of that palm broke through his defense, imprinted on his chest, pierced through his ribs and internal organs, and left a palm print hole on his back.

With a puff, the old monk spurted blood from his mouth and flew backwards. No one dared to help him, but avoided him.

Because they saw that the old monk was carrying infinite evil spirits, but that did not belong to him, but to the one who shot. The old monk had died in mid-air and became a weapon thrown by the other party. Whoever blocked it would die!

In the dense crowd, a vacuum zone was killed.

"Come and chase if you dare!" Chen Lang took advantage of the gap that the old monk had penetrated and used the afterimage to escape from the crowd. This place was not suitable for fighting. There were too many people and he would be focused on.

"Great commander!" After the evil spirit dissipated, someone dared to approach the old monk. He smashed a deep pit on the ground and dragged five or six feet. Except for his limbs, he was already dead.

This chilled the hearts of all the cultivators. Was it him who attacked and killed the vanguard team by himself? It was too terrifying.

"Chase him. He is injured and can't run far."

The black-clothed man in the middle stage of foundation building appeared. He stared into the distance and did not underestimate the enemy. He could hardly catch the palm just now. It was not clear how the ninth level of Qi Refining was performed.

But this man must die. If he escapes, Qingmu Sect will not be able to raise his head for ten years.

With this disturbance, the farewell meeting suddenly turned into a funeral, but they had no time to mourn for the dead commander. Everyone mobilized, holding torches, and looking for Chen Lang's whereabouts everywhere.

The whole town of Walang was brightly lit, and there were shouts everywhere. Many people didn't know what was going on. They thought that those cultivators were drunk and crazy.

The black-clothed man personally led a team to search. The evil spirit left by the other party was very obvious and could be traced.

But soon, he stopped, because the evil spirit that was originally a line was actually divided into three directions and fled separately.

"Did you lose it?" asked the person next to him.

"No, he didn't." The black-robed man said coldly, "Because he didn't plan to escape at all."

"What?" The people around him were shocked. Is this guy so arrogant? He wants to fight back after being injured?

"Raise all the torches, be careful of sneak attacks!"

Someone shouted, when masters fight, you can find out their fighting style in one round. Although they are not masters, Chen Lang is obviously not one either, so this statement still holds true.

But as soon as the voice fell, several screams came from the back of the team. Three or four people were injured, and one was beheaded.

The black-robed man also snorted coldly, stretched out his hand to grab the person on the left, but it broke with a snap. It was a clone.

Then, the real Chen Lang appeared, holding the bloody Seven-Star Sword in his hand, and moving his shoulder bone, "Come on, warm-up is over, and the battle begins."

Really rampant!

"Arrange the formation!" A monk took out a black bowl-like thing, and five or six people next to him took out flags and yellow talisman paper and threw them nearby.

This was originally a means to deal with the defensive formation of Songhu Mine, but it was directly used today to capture Chen Lang.

The man in black robe stood upright and blocked the front to prevent the formation master from being attacked.

Chen Lang stood inside the formation, motionless, which made the black robe confirm again that this was not a clone.

In an instant, the formation took shape, the wind howled loudly, the surrounding space was blurred, and murderous intent filled the air.

"Boy, use the killing array to deal with you, and you'll deserve your death!" the array master said coldly.

"Is the arrangement ready?"

"That's enough, let's kill him." The master of the array responded, with murderous intent.

"good."

Chen Lang threw out an Earth Escape Talisman, which landed lightly on the ground, ripples flowing, his whole body turned into light, and then ran away.

Several formation masters' brains were short-circuited, how could they escape? They saw the escape talisman, but restraining the escape magic power is the basic skill of the formation mage, and this shouldn't be the case!

Moreover, there was no sign of damage to the formation. The people just evaporated. Before the fight even started, they wasted an important trump card.

"Can you do it?" Their opponent's trick made them exclaim, and their teammates' doubts made them even more angry. "You're on your way!"

"You guys come together."

laugh!

Chen Lang suddenly emerged from the grass behind him, holding a sword in his left hand and a three-life tray in his right hand, and started killing.

After he escaped, he left several coordinate points for teleportation, and this was just one of them.

As for why he is left-handed, the main reason is that he had a brain twitch at that time. He would have known that the Sansheng chart was engraved on his left hand. Now that his arm has adapted, it is a bit troublesome to switch it over.

He stared at several formation masters, used his clones to protect his body, rushed in and killed them, but he was also slapped and pierced by a sword.

But it's only a serious injury, so it's not a big problem.

However, these monks didn't think so. The man in black robe suddenly appeared behind him and said in a cold voice, "You can go and die."

"I'm just waiting for you." Chen Lang suddenly turned around, opened his Sansheng Pan, and received several heavy blows.

Then, he reversed the three-life plan, recovered from his injuries, and returned to his peak again. He even had a surplus of strength and killed several people who tried to kill him.

This happened again and again, and this group of monks also found something wrong when they killed Hongyan.

"Brother, stop fighting! He will use his strength!" Someone yelled. They found that this man was too demonic. He would be strong and weak, but he would not die.

They suspected that this man was fishing and deliberately showing weakness to trick them into taking action.

But soon, Chen Lang was about to run away again, because most of the monks were surrounding him, and there was also a second mid-stage foundation-building monk!

The two of them joined forces and put Chen Lang in trouble again. He couldn't fight head-on. People have their limits. If he took too much damage, he would not be able to recover from the Sansheng Pan.

So, with a thought in his mind, he activated the Earth Escape Talisman and reached a coordinate point. Then he quickly took off the clothes and helmet of a corpse, quickly put them on, and got into the crowd, pointing in one direction and shouting:

"Kill him, he is over there!"

Many monks rushed over with swords in hand. He squeezed in the crowd and killed a few of them before being discovered.

"The one with the helmet and the green hair on his head is a fake, kill him!" someone pointed.

Chen Lang quickly took off his helmet, disappeared again, and rushed to other places to kill a large number of people.

"The one wearing the yellow coat without buttons is the enemy!"

"The one with the broad sword is the enemy!"

"The shirtless guy is the enemy!"

"..."

In the end, everything was completely messed up, because Chen Lang realized that he was not shirtless at all. When he turned around and looked over there, he saw that they were fighting among themselves and they were all going crazy.

And he has no scruples. Since he has no teammates, he can kill him no matter what.

After fighting like this for half an hour, there were more and more corpses on the ground. Chen Lang kept reversing the three life charts, but his condition was still full. In the end, not a drop of blood belonged to him.

He even fought dozens of rounds with two monks who were in the middle stage of foundation building, which made them exhausted.

"What's going on? The Tianjian Sect is here to kill them?" Several patrolling guardians had just returned. They were horrified when they saw the tragic scene. The entire Walong town was in chaos.

Someone who was crazy about fighting heard it, and his heart collapsed instantly, "What? People from the Tianjian Sect are coming to kill?"

One person killed them like this, but what about a group of people?

"Run! The Heavenly Sword Sect Master is coming!" Someone screamed, and the last line of defense in their hearts collapsed completely. They all abandoned their helmets and armor and fled into the mountains and wilderness.

A monk who was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment also ran away. He hid deeply and was very cautious. Now that everyone had run away, he couldn't retreat behind them, so he just threw away the Qingmu Sect identity sign and chose to retreat.

"Why, you still want to fight me?" Chen Lang looked at the last person, the black-robed monk who was in the middle stage of foundation building. He was indeed powerful. He had the ninth level of Qi refining, but he had not been able to kill him so far.

The black-robed monk's hair was messy. He was also very tired, but his eyes were sharp. "Do you think those threats and tricks can break my Taoist heart?"

Chen Lang smiled and said, "If you work so hard, your salary must be much higher than them, right? Are you a relative of your mountain master?"

The black-robed monk paused for a moment, looked at the fleeing monks, thought for a moment, turned around and ran away.

At this point, the battle is over.

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