My cultivation script went astray

Returning to Walong Town again, the place has changed again.

There were more people, but it became extremely chaotic. The buildings collapsed, the beams were broken, the walls were blackened, and there was a fire that engulfed the place.

There were three human heads hanging on the landmark gate of "Walong Town" outside. They seemed to have been pulled out forcibly. They were floating in the wind with their throats connected. The blood had already turned black and attracted many flies.

Chen Lang took off his mask again, revealing his true face. He originally wanted to disguise himself and find an identity to sneak in, but he found that the management of the Pingtian Sect was extremely chaotic, and there was not even a single person standing guard.

There were only two or three alchemists watching the excitement around a burning house, talking and laughing. There were also a few monks sitting in the forest, closing their eyes and practicing.

Simply, he walked directly in. Anyway, there was an escape talisman. If he was discovered, he could be teleported directly back to the Rock Creek Mine.

After walking around, he didn't see any important people, let alone the "Western Leader". Chen Lang had no choice but to wait quietly until night.

Finally, with the sound of a gong, a long voice came, "Drinking tea~"

As soon as the voice fell, those who were warming themselves up by the fire and those who were practicing with their eyes closed all took off and rushed towards the north of the array.

Chen Lang also followed. By coincidence, it was in that square again. The bonfire left by the Qingmu Sect monks for roasting cattle and sheep was still there. Some people hunted some wild boars from the mountain, skinned them and roasted them on the fire. What was burned were chopped-off tables, chairs and other furniture.

"Don't these people have long memories?" Chen Lang thought, he had killed them all before, and he still dared to come.

In front of the square, there are five large mahogany chairs. I don’t know where they came from, but now they are empty and no one has sat down.

All the monks came in. There were more than two hundred people in the Qingmu Sect, but their realms were very complicated, ranging from the fifth level of Qi Refining to the foundation building and above.

There is no uniform standard for dress. It looks like a large gathering of casual cultivators. If you hadn't known about it in advance, you wouldn't have even seen that this was a group of alchemists who did all kinds of evil.

After arriving, they gathered in twos and threes, and some sat cross-legged alone. They did not communicate much with each other and kept a distance visible to the naked eye.

This made it much more convenient for Chen Lang. He found a place to sit down and waited for the rightful owner to come.

Soon, a monk in black came, followed by a man carrying a big red box and covering it with a curtain.

As soon as the monks in black arrived, all the whispers stopped, and the alchemists all stared at the big red box with burning eyes.

The monk in black did not sit down either. He stood in front of everyone and said in a calm tone:

"The leader is already on his way here. I won't keep you waiting. Let's drink tea first."

With a wave of his hand, several more people came behind him and brought a large hot water bucket. They also obtained hundreds of small bowls from nowhere, poured the boiling water into them, and gave everyone a bowl.

Chen Lang also received a bowl. The tea was brown and slightly bitter, but it wasn't like human blood. It didn't feel perverted enough.

After all the drinks were finished, the monk in black said slowly:

"This time on Daling Mountain, we got a total of more than 120,000 spiritual stones, pills and some medicinal herbs. The leader said that you fought hard and made great achievements. He won't take any cents. These are all yours."

This made many monks breathe quickly. 120,000 spirit stones were distributed among them. On average, each person had five or six hundred of them. It was by no means a small amount. Putting it into some small families in the mortal world, it would have nearly a year's income. .

"I won't talk nonsense about anything else. You guys don't want to hear it, so let's just start sharing the rewards."

The black-clothed monk waved, and his entourage came over with the much-anticipated big red box. He opened it and revealed a square crystal cabinet with many small bamboo sticks inside, only about the size of a thumb, with vague words written on them.

"There may be spiritual stones or elixirs or herbs on the lot. It doesn't matter if there are more or less. You can grab them based on your luck." The monk in black said calmly: "Life depends on luck."

With that said, a handful of bamboo sticks were thrown towards the crowd.

Wow!

Many alchemists swarmed up and began to fight for it. Some people became anxious and even fought.

"Don't fight, don't make trouble. If you want to come to the Ten Thousand Soul Banner to contribute to the empress, you can tell me directly."

After the man in black said this, the monks who were fighting for it restrained themselves a lot, but some still quietly touched their hands and used their magical powers to hook some bamboo sticks from other people's hands.

Chen Lang also grabbed two pieces, one with "200 Spiritual Stones" written on it and the other with "One Blood Lotus Seed" written on it.

Wow.

Another handful of bamboo sticks were thrown down.

"Take it, take it all, mine guards, sect disciples, you all open your eyes and see, this is how money should be made."

The man in black murmured while throwing bamboo sticks, "Wolves travel a thousand miles to eat meat, and dogs travel a thousand miles to eat shit."

The more the monks fought, the more frantic they became. Some of them became red-eyed, and they started to fight and draw blood.

There were also some monks with lower cultivation levels, but their methods were ruthless. After a struggle, there were several corpses on the ground.

The attendant behind the man in black saw this and wanted to stop him, but waved his hand and said with a slight smile:

"Forget it, let them rob it. Only the strong are qualified to live. This is the eternal truth. They are all loyal believers and are following the doctrine.

When the robbery is over, remember to call your brothers and friends who are guards in the mines and disciples in the sect, and ask them to open their eyes and see that they are being used as dogs for others, eating the remaining bones, and working hard for others. The better way to earn that little bit of money is to teach me in Pingtian and rely on my ability to fight and fight and make a lot of money. "

The scene was completely chaotic.

The alchemists fought a little, of course, they knew their limits, they could not really use their magic to bloodbath everywhere, Pingtian Sect still had certain restrictions on internal fighting.

After Chen Lang grabbed some, he stopped, took advantage of the chaos to go around the back, and threw a few sticks next to the mahogany chair, which immediately caused a scramble.

He took the opportunity to run over, took out a ground escape talisman, cast a wisp of energy, and stuck it under the bottom of the mahogany chair.

Then, he used the same trick again and stuck all five big red chairs with ground escape talismans.

After doing this, Chen Lang stopped. He glanced at the bottom of the black-clothed man who was throwing bamboo sticks vigorously, and really wanted to stick one on him, but it was too arrogant, so forget it.

As for the ground escape talisman, he had no shortage of it. He had not used it in recent missions, and it was all for others to run. At present, he has accumulated 9 pieces. He used two to deal with Qingmu Sect before, and 5 this time, and now there are 2 left.

After snatching for a long time, another gong sounded.

"The Western leader is here!"

The man in black heard this and stopped playing around. He waved his hand in boredom and said, "Pour out all the bamboo sticks."

Clatter.

Another burst of rain fell from the sky. The Taoists fought frantically and wrestled with each other. Their eyes were red and they screamed and roared continuously, like a carnival before the end of the world.

The man in black quietly retreated. Those people fought for a while, and then suddenly quieted down and made way.

The Western leader is here.

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