My cultivation script went astray

The leader was none other than Fang Shao. This young monk rushed over with his bare hands at a glance. He struck the dead dragon with his bare hands and knocked off one of its claws.

The others took a closer look and recognized Chen Lang, especially the crazy monk. He was surprised.

"Did this guy help us attract the firepower?"

At this moment, his eyes were complicated. Although he was a notorious villain, he was still quite capable of fighting.

"I'm here to help you!" The crazy monk stepped up with a spear, and with his breath flowing through the rainbow, he fought with the dead dragon.

"Why didn't you leave?" Han Tianxiao was a little surprised, and the female cultivator in charge of the wounded also followed.

The female nun said, "My colleagues helped me, how can I abandon my colleagues? Thank you for your hard work. Most of them have been picked up by the garrison elders. Now it's our turn."

"Senior Brother Han, how many of you have blocked so many people?" A senior brother glanced at the chaotic battlefield and was surprised to hear someone shouting Han Tianxiao's name from a distance, filled with murderous intent.

Han Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, then raised his brows with great momentum, "That's for sure, the four of us are enough."

Then, he also drew his sword and charged forward.

This time was different from the past. They were all elites. There were no wounded to hold them back. All the disciples used their Taoist skills. In addition, Chen Lang took the time to make sneak attacks from time to time. He killed three white banner soul masters in succession, and the black dragon he suppressed was on the verge of collapse.

"Very good, are you all here?"

The high-level soul master in charge of the blood banner suddenly cleared his voice and uttered ancient sayings.

The voice was loud, and many people in the Tianjian Sect heard it, but did not react. The remaining twelve White Flag Spirit Masters changed their moves. The dragons fell apart in an instant. Countless black rains wandered across the sky, and the entire battlefield became chaotic. group.

But soon, the dead souls reorganized their order and turned into a huge vortex with a radius of several thousand feet, surrounding twenty or thirty Tianjian Sect disciples.

Ding dong!

Many disciples soon discovered that something was wrong. These dead souls seemed to have been strengthened and became indestructible, as hard as gold and stone. They were also wrapped in sand and stone, and sparks erupted when struck with swords.

"No, I fell into a trap!"

The face of the crazy monk who was fighting Zheng Sheng changed. Although he had the upper hand before, it was clearly his opponent who was deliberately showing weakness to lure them into a trap.

"Senior Brother Fang, what should we do?" He looked at Fang Shao, their leader.

Fang Shao glanced at Chen Lang again, without saying a word, and continued to fight, trying to tear apart the black wall built by the dead souls.

"If you don't leave even if I give you a chance, you will have to come back and seek death."

The high-level soul master's face was cold, "Then let's kill them all together. Everyone, start running the killing array. Don't underestimate the enemy, don't hold back, and don't rush to grab the credit. If you can get the blood flag back, the credit will be shared equally."

The killing array took shape instantly and began to operate rapidly.

"Concentrate the fire on Han Tianxiao, kill him first." The high-level soul master stretched out his hand and pointed far away. Although the process went smoothly and everything was according to plan, he did not dare to let down his guard at all before killing this person.

When Han Tianxiao heard this, he was so frightened that he almost had a heart attack, but he was relieved when he saw a black spear condensed in the killing array, stabbing Chen Lang.

He wanted to remind the other party more than once that this guy's name was Chen Lang, not Han Tianxiao, but he still held back because it was too confusing and it was not the right time.

But the high-level soul master suddenly said "Huh?", his pupils shrank suddenly, and the most worrying incident happened.

Chen Lang directly turned into a ball of light and disappeared from the killing array.

Then the light beam regrouped on the mountain outside, and he appeared again.

Escape Talisman -1.

Seeing the astonished expressions of more than a dozen soul masters, Chen Lang's heart remained unmoved. He was just cheating on his ultimate move. He had expected this when the high-level soul master used the killing array to protect himself.

Open your palms and make a sound like thunder.

There was a crackling sound, and nearly half of the alchemists died suddenly. Three of the flag-bearers also died. They were now without the protection of the Ten Thousand Soul Banners, and were as brittle as paper.

Then there was a burst of shattering sounds, and a faint light film appeared around some people, resisting the attack.

"No! Don't worry about the undead formation, kill him!" the high-level soul master roared. He decisively dropped the blood flag and allowed the killing formation to get out of control. However, he sacrificed a golden pagoda, quickly enlarged it, and killed Chen Lang.

But in an instant, Chen Lang used his clone, and the aura was the same. The golden pagoda stopped in mid-air, and it was impossible to determine the true identity.

"I come."

Other alchemists also felt the fatal threat, and each used their magical powers. Someone threw a bracelet, which transformed into a void magic circle. The yin and yang aura circulated and locked onto one of the figures.

"Okay!" The Blood Banner Spirit Master's eyes lit up, and the golden pagoda flew quickly, locking the space where Chen Lang was.

Someone else took out a long bow, but there was only a bowstring but no arrow, and a twisted wave of air was shot out.

Someone also threw a conch and emitted sharp sound waves in an attempt to disturb Chen Lang's soul. In just a short moment, Chen Lang faced the concentrated fire of five or six magical weapons.

Chen Lang frowned and used his right hand, the Sanshengpan, to block it.

But a fierce attack followed, and a soul master was very decisive. He threw out his white flag, recited a mantra, and let the flag self-destruct next to Chen Lang.

There was a roar, the sky turned dark, and the souls of the dead were burning with green fire and flying everywhere. Chen Lang was injured, his skin and flesh were torn, and his mouth was bleeding.

"Kill him like this!"

The high-level soul master was extremely resolute and decisive. When he saw that Bai Banner's self-destruction was effective, he decisively sacrificed his Ten Thousand Soul Banner filled with faint blood and recited a spell to self-destruct.

"No, go help him quickly!" A fellow disciple who was trapped in the killing formation spoke up and tried his best to break the formation. The killing formation was disintegrating, but order remained, so they worked together to open a hole.

The Pingtian Sect was very murderous. A bunch of magic weapons were focusing on Chen Lang, and they even destroyed the soul flag, but they treated them as air. How big was their hatred?

"It's too late."

Fang Shao's eyes condensed, and he jumped deep into the torn crack.

"Brother Fang!" Someone exclaimed. The killing array had not yet collapsed, and the torn corner was extremely terrifying. Isn't this a way to seek death?

With a muffled bang, a hole was opened in the killing array, and it could not heal for a long time.

Fang Shao's head was also cracked, and blood flowed down the corner of his eyes, but his eyebrows were shining with divine light, protecting his soul, and he was obviously seriously injured.

But he didn't care about so much, and rushed straight to the high-level soul master who was chanting the spell, and tore his mouth with both hands. The high-level soul master screamed in pain and wrestled with him.

The bloody flag had lost control and slowly flew to Chen Lang's side. He reached out and grabbed it.

"Throw it away!" Fang Shao shouted at Chen Lang while wrestling.

Chen Lang counted to three in his heart and threw the soul flag fiercely into the group of soul masters.

"Fuck!"

Several soul masters were furious and fled at high speed, but the timing was very accurate. As soon as the light-colored blood flag was thrown, a violent explosion occurred.

The black storm spread everywhere, strangling everything, drowning out the screams, and the broken limbs and flesh flew out, and everything was quiet.

The killing array collapsed completely, and the dead souls disappeared.

The pagoda hanging above Chen Lang's head slowly fell, and the Yin-Yang magic array turned into a bracelet again and fell into the grass.

Chen Lang was also affected by the explosion, covered in blood, and was dying.

"Go save him." The crazy monk stared at Chen Lang, his eyes were deep, and his mood was indescribable.

Before the great escape, he never expected Chen Lang to help them. He was lucky not to make trouble, but now his opinion has changed. People's hearts are really hard to guess.

"Brother Chen!" The female cultivator who was healing the dying rushed over with a few bottles of elixirs. They had gone through life and death together today, and Chen Lang had saved so many of them alone. He deserved to be called a brother.

The other disciples were also sad. Judging from the breath, Chen Lang was probably not going to survive.

In a place where no one was paying attention, the seriously injured Fang Shao's eyes had strange colors spinning, blood beads flowing back, and the skull healed, as if time had gone back and there was no damage.

However, the color in his eyes was much dimmer.

The flag killed many people. Fang Shao quickly dealt with the remaining few people. Finally, he came over with a few broken soul flags, looked in the direction of Chen Lang, and sighed.

But then there was a scolding.

"Damn it, I'm not dead yet, which rebellious son is picking up my equipment?"

Chen Lang was just stunned by the explosion. At this moment, he came to his senses, the Sansheng Plate reversed, and his injuries were quickly repaired.

The Sansheng Plate had already absorbed enough energy just now, and a mere serious injury was not worth mentioning.

Many disciples had never seen such a scene of blood flowing backwards and wounds closing up directly without suturing. They were all stunned. The female cultivator who had just prepared the healing pills also stood there at a loss.

"What are you looking at? You are the only one who is active in looting."

Chen Lang took back the bracelet from a Tianjian Sect disciple and picked up the pagoda. This thing is good and can suppress him.

However, the conch and other equipment were broken and shattered in the strong explosion. Only these two pieces were relatively solid.

"Chen Chenlang, are you okay?"

The female cultivator's emotions had not yet recovered. The atmosphere had come to this point. The person was not dead, which made them quite embarrassed.

"Have you finished killing? Go back after you're done."

Chen Lang patrolled the battlefield and soon saw Fang Shao holding a tattered soul flag. He nodded and said, "I'm done."

Fang Shao nodded and smiled. This is really an interesting person, so he handed the tattered soul flag to Chen Lang, "These are also spoils of war. Do you want them?"

"I don't want this."

Chen Lang glanced at it. He had studied it. These are useless.

Fang Shao didn't say much, but his mind inadvertently swept over Chen Lang, but he didn't detect that similar breath.

This made him feel strange. He clearly saw Chen Lang just used the power of time and space to heal his wounds, but now there is no trace, and he has never been weak. Could it be that he is not that kind of physique?

However, it is not convenient for him to ask more about other people's secrets.

The battle is over, and it is very satisfactory.

"Brother Chen Lang, I just received news that the elders of Shuguan are coming to support."

The female cultivator said, "I can't escape death, so I don't want the merit this time. I didn't do anything, so I'll count it on you."

"I'll give you mine too." The crazy cultivator said, he thought it should be so.

"It seems that Brother Chen Lang's reputation is safe." Fang Shao was joking, the dung immortal was so terrifying.

This action was too dangerous. Before Chen Lang came, they didn't dare to imagine that they could not only escape, but also kill all the people of Pingtian Sect.

Returning to the sect this time will definitely be a great achievement, but the price is really miserable, which makes Fang Shao sigh in his heart. For an outer disciple to risk his life for such a mission, even if he gets hundreds or thousands of spirit stones, it may not be profitable.

If there is no such change, most of them will be buried here.

Chen Lang is too lazy to pay attention to them. The spirit stone reward is not worth mentioning. After cleaning the battlefield, he extorted several times from his fellow disciples, but he didn't find the complete chapter of "Soul Control Technique". Judging from the proficiency of these people in handling the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, they probably don't have it either.

Forget it, go back and hand in the task.

Everyone finished their repairs and was about to set off, but suddenly felt a palpitation.

A cultivator in a black robe and a black cloak appeared on the top of a mountain a few hundred meters away, overlooking them.

"You killed them all?"

He was puzzled, as if he thought it shouldn't be like this.

"Who are you?" Many cultivators were as if they were facing a great enemy, and felt an extremely strong sense of suppression, which surprised them.

There are many elders in Tianjian Sect, and they sometimes show their magical powers. So although these disciples are only at the foundation building or even Qi refining level, if the other party does not hide his breath, it does not affect their judgment of the other party's realm.

Jindan stage great cultivator.

How could an existence of this level appear here?

"Who is the senior? Is he an elder from another sect?" Fang Shao asked politely, but he felt uneasy and had an ominous premonition.

"You ask even though you know it."

Jindan stage great cultivator said: "I am the Southern Sect Leader of Pingtian Sect."

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