My cultivation script went astray

He remembered that when they were on an overseas mission, those raising flags didn't use their souls much, but when they built a killing array, their power was greatly increased.

Today, he controlled three thousand souls, but it didn't have much killing effect. It would be better for him to take action himself.

"I'm asking you a question." Chen Lang repeated again.

"Do you want to give him a formation?" someone asked in a low voice.

"He is so strong, why does he need something like this?" The Western leader stood in the distance, indifferent. He had expected this situation.

The owner of the pink flag kindly advised: "It's too late for you to learn now, hand over the flag and we will deal with it."

It won’t take a few handfuls to pour.

That's just the icing on the cake. Do you really think it's timely help?

Chen Lang ignored it and continued to take action, killing everyone first.

The dozen or so people who rushed into the black cloud used their magical powers or used magic weapons to bombard the inside. They were quickly injured, but their momentum was strong. They turned around to see that the other team was still unable to break through, and shouted:

"We have already taken action to disrupt the situation, why don't we do it quickly?"

"But there is no chaos?" The other team was a little confused. They only saw the dead souls like glue. After being disrupted, they quickly returned to their positions, but they still couldn't kill them.

"retreat."

The man in the white shirt at the head was also surprised and confused. What kind of banner raiser is this? So stable.

"That's right. He was the only one who took action today, so he must be of high rank."

The man in white shirt glanced at Chen Lang. Although he didn't recognize him, he clearly saw the shortcomings of Chen Lang's control. He immediately felt something in his heart and shouted:

"Where's Senior Brother Huitong?"

"I'm here."

"Transcend it, and we will protect you."

"good."

A fat monk appeared. He calmly arranged his clothes, sat down cross-legged, clasped his hands together, and then recited scriptures.

"good."

The words penetrated the heart and soul, and invisible sound waves were emitted. Dozens of undead souls stagnated, and then turned into light smoke.

Bang bang bang.

More dead souls were dying. When the Qingmu Sect disciples saw it, they were overjoyed and said, "Stand in front and help Senior Brother Huitong protect the law!"

Damn it, can you still play like this? Chen Lang turned around again, "Is there any way?"

He didn't believe that these guys had never seen this method before.

The owner of the pink flag said as always, "Give us the flag and we can deal with it."

Chen Lang stopped asking and continued to support himself.

There are more and more Aoki Sect members. At the beginning of the battle, there were only a few dozen, but now there are more than 200 people, gradually gaining an advantage.

This made some people who raised banners start to worry, "Are we really not going to take action? When the soul banner falls into the enemy's hands, it will be very troublesome."

This situation is a little tricky, but there are ways to deal with it. Most of the formations they use can prevent the method of transcending the souls.

Manipulating the dead souls, such as arranging troops and formations, can triple the lethality of even the lowest level of formations. It is much better than relying on the weak intelligence of the dead souls to fight randomly.

"It fell into their hands and they don't know how to use it. Don't worry, it was all expected." The Western leader remained calm and even gradually became happy. If Chen Lang died in the chaos today, it would be worth losing even one flag. Anyway It's not the first time. How far will the penalty go?

"If he dies in the battle later, we will evacuate directly. There is a mark on the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, and we will find it sooner or later." The Western leader ordered, keeping an eye on Chen Lang's movements, ready to abandon him at any time.

"Okay." The owner of the pink banner could only nod when he saw it. It could be seen that Chen Lang's situation was taking a turn for the worse and there was no way he could recover.

It would be best for them if this kind of person died.

But as soon as he finished speaking, a white light illuminated his face. The Western leader stood behind the jungle, and the outline of the leaves was clearly reflected on his face, which was pale.

Click!

A flash of lightning flashed, and snow waves intertwined, submerging the ground. The disciples surrounding the fat monk, as well as the disciples who were coming from afar, as well as the disciples who were about to rush over to attack Chen Lang, were connected in a string by lightning, and the smell of flames and burning was emitted along with screams.

In an instant, a large number of Qingmu Sect disciples were killed and injured.

This sudden change shocked and chilled everyone.

"Quickly retreat! There's a scam!"

The white-clothed disciple's skin was charred and his hair was curled. He was holding the sword, but the electric current rippled on the sword, making him tremble all over and unable to hold it steady.

They thought they had the upper hand by fighting with their brothers, but they didn't expect that someone could use the magical power of thunder. They stood so densely together that the thunder could exert its full power.

If there is such a method, why not use it earlier? This was clearly a deliberate attempt to trick them into clustering!

"this"

The master of the pink banner was about to leave. At this moment, he was shocked by the reversal. He remembered that this person had used this method to kill a group of people from their southern branch.

"Did you expect this?" someone asked.

The Western leader was also stunned for a moment, "Does he have such a method? I didn't see it in Yanxi Mine."

"Your news is too late." The person raising the banner next to him said coldly.

This made the Western leader very angry, "A little skill, what does it matter? Such a big Qingmu Sect will kill him with a thunder? Then what do we want us to do?"

The man raising the banner next to him ignored him and instead quietly stepped forward with his weapon in hand. He thought that this airborne leader had some ability to get rid of this threat, but it turned out to be just a idiot.

But they couldn't watch anymore. If they continued to watch Chen Lang kill his opponent, it would really be none of their business.

This Chen Lang's method is too powerful. He can control flags with one hand and thunder with the other. He can use the thunder to fight in groups, and he can also rely on the flags to leapfrog and kill. When the time comes, he will learn a few more formations, and there will basically be no weaknesses.

He is truly a born flag bearer.

"receive."

Chen Lang waved his hand and collected another batch of fresh dead souls. He was ready to strike with thunder again, but he saw that the Qingmu Sect disciples retreated far away and dispersed.

"Come here."

Chen Lang smiled, "Weren't you so brave just now?"

The Qingmu Sect disciples were extremely angry when they heard this, but they were really scared. This man seemed reckless, but he summoned them all, but he actually had other plans. He was terribly calm from beginning to end.

"Aren't you going to fight? Then call for help." Chen Lang said.

He didn't want to fight anymore. He had fought for a long time but his level didn't increase. He even lost a lot. He would learn a soul control formation and come back to fight.

"Don't worry, hold on a little longer. Reinforcements are on the way." Someone said, dissuading the Qingmu Sect disciples who were red-eyed with killing.

Chen Lang heard it, but just smiled and said nothing.

At this time, a voice came.

"Are you Chen Lang from the Tianjian Sect?"

When these words came out, it seemed to be louder than the thunder before. Some people wondered, "The dung immortal? The one who dumps dung?"

This name is as well-known as thunder. People from sects thousands of miles away have heard of it. As the neighbor of the Tianjian Sect, the Qingmu Sect is naturally known to everyone.

This makes them afraid. They used to talk about it as a joke, but now they meet on the battlefield, they can no longer laugh.

There is no simple stuff for those who are famous. No matter whether the reputation is good or bad, there are countless heroes in this vast continent. Most of them are nameless and buried in the dust of history. Being remembered is a skill.

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked in the direction of the questioner.

The questioner was the fat monk. He put his hands together to Chen Lang and said, "Thank you for not killing me."

Chen Lang looked at him indifferently. He had just used thunder to bypass this person because he wanted the magical power of transcending the dead souls, which was convenient for him to have both ends. He couldn't stay in Pingtian Sect forever and had to consider the future.

"It's me." Chen Lang said.

His thunderous methods have been seen by others, and the matter of entering Pingtian Sect has also caused a lot of noise, so it is not surprising that he was recognized.

Then, the fat monk questioned him:

"Since you are a member of Tianjian Sect, why do you help the evil and work for Pingtian Sect?"

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