My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang led everyone and walked in the mountains for an hour, but did not see anyone.

"Where are the people? Where are the sacrifices?" Chen Lang asked.

Didn't we agree on four or five hundred Qingmu Sect disciples? Even if there were four hundred pigs, they could hear a hum.

The Western Sect Leader said, "Don't look at me, I'm following you."

Chen Lang turned his gaze to others.

"I'm following you too, don't you want to do the job alone?" The flag-raising man said expressionlessly.

"Okay, you don't say anything, right?"

Chen Lang was not surprised. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are stupid teammates, whether it is the Tianjian Sect or the Pingtian Sect.

Again, can this little thing be difficult for me?

Chen Lang said, "Stand away, don't get in the way, and don't help, lest you come to take advantage of me later."

"Okay, come on."

The Western Sect Leader chuckled and retreated dozens of feet. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at him indifferently.

Of course he has a way to find those people, but since you are so confident, Chen Lang, do you still need our help?

After everyone retreated, Chen Lang activated the Soul Control Technique, and countless dead souls roared out, forming a black cloud in the sky.

The black cloud spread for five or six miles, and after a brief chaos, it gradually condensed, and some intertwined patterns were born in the black cloud.

Finally, the pattern turned into thick, ink-colored lines, and it was a big word:

Kill!

"You will be hunted like this." A flag-raising person noticed Chen Lang's intention.

"Isn't that better?"

Chen Lang had no worries. It was not that he had absolute confidence in dealing with four or five hundred people, but that he had swallowed the Thunder Pearl and had a high speed. No matter whether he could win or not, he could run ahead of his teammates when he was in danger.

Otherwise, what value would these stupid teammates have?

"It's really a dead end."

"I'll retreat first."

A soul master retreated, and the Western leader also retreated to a distance and hid well.

Their tactics this time were guerrilla warfare, fighting in batches, and a quick victory, but Chen Lang disrupted the tactics. It was hard to persuade the damned ghost with good words. Since he wanted to die head-on, let him go.

Chen Lang once again activated the soul control technique and rotated the huge word. After all, the world is three-dimensional, while the word is two-dimensional, and it may not be clear in other directions.

After the rotation, he reconstructed another word:

Qing.

After staying for a quarter of an hour, the word collapsed again and turned into a third word:

Mu.

At this moment, an incense stick of time had passed since he released the word. Most of the others retreated, and only a few were still standing nearby, waiting for the monks of Qingmu Sect to appear.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back.

"Don't do useless work. The people of Qingmu Sect are not fools. If you make such a big fuss, they will definitely think there is a trap here and come prepared.

We are few in number, so we should stay in the dark and wait for an opportunity to hunt and catch them off guard."

The one who spoke was the owner of the pink banner. He felt that Chen Lang's approach would only mess things up, but he was also convinced by Chen Lang's ability to control the banner. He didn't feel tired after throwing out the dead souls for so long.

While speaking, a voice suddenly came.

"Don't turn around, I see it."

The voice of the person who spoke was indifferent. Chen Lang looked over and saw that this person was dressed in a white shirt, flying on a sword, staying in the air, and there were more than a dozen monks descending next to him.

In just a moment, dozens of streams of light swept across the wilderness, surrounding Chen Lang and the Western Sect Leader and several others.

"Here they come."

The man who raised the banner sighed and had to retreat. The Western Sect Leader was far away, but he sneered and just watched without saying anything.

The man in white shirt lowered his eyes and saw Chen Lang:

"You, the Pingtian Sect, are too arrogant. You have swaggered into the territory of our Qingmu Sect."

Jump over.

Chen Lang waved his hand, and the "wood" character disbanded, turning into a huge fist, rushing towards the group of people.

Suddenly, black water filled the sky, and they were submerged, and magic weapons and blood fell.

"Senior Brother!"

"Junior Brother!"

A scream rang out, and the group of disciples retreated in shock. The latecomers were also far away. It was obvious that they were surprised by Chen Lang's sudden attack. This was not the style of the Pingtian Sect.

The alchemists of the Pingtian Sect were cruel and ruthless. Most of them liked to mock their opponents first and then kill them, so they were hated by many people.

"Return."

Chen Lang rebuked lightly, and thousands of dead souls retreated. At the same time, he waved his flag, and smoke came out of the heads of the corpses on the ground, and some souls merged into the black cloud.

Several people who raised the flag just raised the white flag and prepared to collect it, but the flag froze in their hands, which was very unhappy.

"Arrogant!"

At this moment, the disciples of Qingmu Sect were jealous. For the banner raisers, this kind of scene was commonplace, but for them, it was the first time for everyone. The bloody battlefield stimulated them greatly.

How could they not be angry when they saw their fellow disciples die tragically and their souls were collected into the banner to refine magic tools?

"No need to waste time talking to them."

The man in white shirt actually withdrew from the first wave of attacks, but there were a few more bloodstains on his body, which made him more fierce:

"The sect instructed that when you see the people of Pingtian Sect, you don't need to say anything more, just kill them directly, protect our sect's territory, and make merit according to the number of heads!"

"Kill!"

He shouted, the killing intent was boiling, and the momentum climbed to almost the middle stage of foundation building. Even in the team of the Western Sect Master, it was not weak.

However, one's own cultivation has never been something that banner raisers rely on.

Chen Lang took the lead and was besieged by more than fifty people. He waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and used countless souls for protection.

"What about us?"

Other banner keepers spoke, but they were ignored, and no one attacked them.

"Since he doesn't want to share any souls, let him deal with it himself." The owner of the pink banner had no expression on his face, and he took the lead to retreat.

"What if he really gets it?" Another banner keeper asked in a low voice.

If Chen Lang really kills them all, what's the use of them? How can he report back with an empty banner?

"Oh, it's not that simple." The owner of the pink banner looked at the soul-controlling methods used by Chen Lang, and suddenly sneered, "Do you think he controls the banner well?"

"Isn't it good?"

"There is no method, he will suffer." The owner of the pink banner commented, and then he retreated to the forest.

Chen Lang controlled thousands of souls and attacked wantonly, but soon he realized something was wrong.

The souls were lost too quickly!

In just a few breaths, the souls lost more than 300 layers, and many were killed by Qingmu Sect disciples. Although some Qingmu Sect disciples died, the number could not make up for the loss.

After fighting for a while, the number of layers did not increase, but decreased!

This is illogical.

The Qingmu Sect also noticed the problem, and someone shouted: "He doesn't understand the formation at all!"

"Who will go into the soul with me to disrupt him, and the others will surround him from the side and kill him quickly."

The Qingmu Sect disciples were very organized and quickly divided into three teams. One team came from the side and the other team rushed directly into the black cloud. Chen Lang suddenly felt that he was unable to control it. An internal force was stirring the dead souls, causing the power to be greatly reduced.

There was also a last team that quietly disappeared, as if they wanted to sneak attack from behind.

Chen Lang finally realized the problem and turned his head and asked: "Where is the formation? If you have any formation, bring it quickly."

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