My cultivation script went astray

"Don't grab it, stop it!"

Someone shouted that the monks in front were crazy and didn't hear the gong at all. Maybe they heard it but ignored it and blocked the road.

Chen Lang had already stepped aside and saw exactly five people coming.

The person walking at the front was wearing a red robe and had long black hair shawl. There were four other black-robed monks standing beside him. They did not scold the crowd who were rushing to block the way, but just waited quietly.

"1,200 spiritual stones, the best one!" An alchemist grabbed a bamboo stick, filled with joy, and quickly exited the chaotic crowd. Then, he bumped into the red-robed leader.

He was stunned for a moment and quickly apologized: "I met the leader, but I didn't see the road clearly. Please forgive me."

The red-robed leader nodded, "It doesn't matter, just be careful in the next life."

Before the alchemist could react, his forehead suddenly split open and blood dripped.

At the same time, the five people next to him also fell down one after another, bleeding from their orifices, and the bamboo sticks in their hands fell to the ground.

Three more people came up to snatch it from the corpse, and then also died suddenly.

From then on, the alchemists were frightened and quickly retreated to both sides. The entire square gave way to a large open space. Nine corpses were lying on the ground, and bright blood pooled on the ground.

The joy in everyone's hearts was swept away, leaving only a biting chill in their hearts.

"Clean it up." The red-robed leader said.

Only then did someone step forward and neatly collect the nine corpses. They also took some dust from the stove in the town and buried the blood to cover up the fishy smell.

Five people sat on red chairs. The noisy crowd just now was hesitant and no one dared to speak.

It was the red-robed leader who spoke first:

"Some of you have been fighting with me for a long time, and some of you have just arrived and don't know the rules very well, but it doesn't matter. Our Pingtian Sect is very tolerant. It will take some time to get used to it.

If you can't even adapt to the simple rule that the strong is king, then facing the sect's bullying, intrigues, and layers of exploitation, you should also be eliminated as losers, right? "

"The leader is righteous." Someone echoed.

Everyone was very open-minded, and they all came to be alchemists, but no one had any idea.

Suppressing everyone's restless hearts, the leader continued:

"It has been five years since I took over the Western Branch under the orders of the Empress. In these five years, I have refined a basic flag into the Thousand Soul Banner, and then the Ten Thousand Soul Banner. Today, it has become a great success.

All the credit for this belongs to you, and I hope you all work hard. I, the Pingtian Sect, will not take any of what you get. The souls you hunt will be returned to the empress, and the rest of the rewards will be distributed to you. "

There have long been rumors in the world that the empress of the Pingtian Sect is refining a magical weapon that requires many Ten Thousand Soul Flags, but only she knows the exact number. Nowadays, there are killings everywhere. There is no one in the big city, and there is blood and blood. There are even sects that have been destroyed overnight, and no one can be seen within a hundred miles.

"I wonder what kind of magic weapon the empress wants to refine?" Some alchemists asked boldly.

The red-clothed leader replied, "The day the sacred weapon is refined, it will be invincible to all sects in the world."

The alchemists gasped, there are tens of thousands of sects in the world, and all the larger sects at least have old monsters at the Nascent Soul level sitting in charge. No wonder even those big sects avoid the Pingtian Sect.

However, this made them more confident. They made countless enemies along the way, and only the Pingtian Sect could provide a shelter.

"I heard that the Qingmu Sect was destroyed here, and dozens of monks died here before." A man in black said on another mahogany chair.

"That's true. A man of god came from the Tianjian Sect and defeated the Aoki Sect by himself. But when we found the body, the souls were all gone. It's a pity."

A monk explained below and reminded at the same time, "It is said that that person sneaks into the crowd and then kills people. Master, this person's methods are unknown, so we have to be on guard."

After that, laughter came from several people on the mahogany chairs, which seemed to be mocking and dismissive, "Then let him come over."

The Western leader said calmly, "Let him come if he dares to come. If he comes alone and there is no one to stop him, then there is no need to flatten the Yanxi Mine."

He naturally heard about this, because a person who was in the middle stage of foundation building came to seek refuge and told him that the person's cultivation level was not high, but his methods were weird, and it was not a big deal.

He is a late-stage foundation-building monk, and his real opponent is the mountain master of Yanxi Mine and the protective formation that supports him.

"The leader is wise!" Someone lowered his head and shouted.

But at this time, no one noticed that at the bottom of the mahogany chair, the Earth Escape Talisman suddenly showed slight fluctuations, bloomed with a shimmer, and spread to the surroundings.

These rays of light instantly infected the men in black sitting above, shrouded them in it, and quickly dissipated.

The leader in red robe reacted the fastest, but he was still slow. He suddenly fell forward and saw the escape talisman at the bottom. He quickly stood up, but the light had already reached his butt. Before he took a step, there was no sound at all. Disappeared.

When those who praised the leader looked up, they saw an empty ground, even the mahogany chairs were gone.

"ah?"

The alchemists were stunned, thinking that the leader was really an expert, he came and went without a trace, and they missed something at the scene.

Some insiders realized something was wrong, "What's going on? Where is the leader? Where are the adults?"

How could such a big group of people just disappear?

Seeing the obvious commotion, the alchemists also noticed that something was wrong. They felt it. It was the unique fluctuation of the Earth Escape Talisman. However, the Earth Escape Talisman was just a low-level talisman. If the person being transported did not agree, they could interrupt it at will. what's going on?

At this time, Chen Lang finally appeared. He waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, and then said: "Hello, since you welcome me so much, I am here again."

"In addition, your leader has gone to war, so let's start our duel now."

Chen Lang slowly drew out the Seven Star Sword and smiled ghostly.

The whole audience was in an uproar!

...

Walang Town, murderous aura was rising to the sky.

The wildfire rose to the sky again, intertwined with the shouts and killing, and finally slowly turned into screams.

More than an hour later, Chen Lang stood in a pool of blood, looking for those who were seriously injured but not dead, and finished them off one by one.

The Pingtian Sect was much weaker than the Qingmu Sect in terms of combat effectiveness. Perhaps it was because all the masters were teleported away by him. He was only seriously injured three times, but he killed more than 40 people, and he still used guerrilla consumption tactics. The others directly fled.

As for the escaping talisman, it was even more useless.

These alchemists were all scattered cultivators from all over the place, all relying on a rope to twist. Without the leader, they naturally couldn't gather together. In this way, Songhu Mine must be safe.

Chen Lang didn't dare to delay this time. He searched around and soon found a room with several large boxes in it, which were nailed shut.

After opening it, Chen Lang was surprised.

All of them were spiritual stones!

The particles of spiritual stones were not large. A small package contained hundreds of them. Now that several large boxes were here, it was estimated that there were at least hundreds of thousands of them. It was not like what the Western leader said, only 120,000.

"Damn, he was right. Sure enough, plundering is the fastest way to make money."

Chen Lang opened them one by one and checked them. There were three boxes of spiritual stones in total, of high quality, in addition to a box of medicinal materials, and finally a small rectangular box that was not locked.

He opened the button and a blood-colored flag appeared in front of him.

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