My cultivation script went astray

Night vigil is a ritual for the Tianjian Sect to worship their ancestors.

It is said that the people buried in the ancestral mausoleum are all the heroic spirits of the Tianjian Sect in the past. They were all powerful and powerful. Even if they are dead, disciples like them must have the most basic respect if they want to learn the scriptures.

The night vigil represents the sincerity of the later disciples and the original intention of cultivating Taoism.

As soon as the sky breaks, the ancestor worship phase officially begins, and everyone will walk through the grassland and enter the ancestral mausoleum.

There were not many monks, just over a hundred, and they all huddled together and joked around the campfire.

Chen Lang observed nearby for a moment, then stretched out his hand to put on the human skin mask, threw out an escape talisman, and the wind changed things, and he appeared on a hilltop.

"who!"

The golden elixir killer waiting next to him was startled.

"it's me."

Chen Lang said: "Are you ready?"

"No problem." The Golden Core Killer also looked nearby. These were ordinary foundation-building monks, and no Golden Core monk like him appeared.

To him, this is like a wolf among the sheep. Even if they have great abilities, they cannot escape from his grasp.

"Just a reminder."

Chen Lang said: "I have already fought against them. Some of them are not weak in combat. They may be in the late stage of foundation building or above. They are not a problem for you, but once they join forces, they may pose a threat to you.

In addition, I don't know if there are any elders from Tianjian Sect who are responsible for emergency response. You'd better make a quick decision. "

He observed that the people who came for this trial were all disciples and were not accompanied by elders. Of course, they might also be waiting in the ancestral temple.

"Okay, I'll do it as soon as possible."

The Golden Elixir Killer took out his sword, which was completely frosted and dark black, and would not reflect light under the moonlight.

Then, he put on his hat and mask, only showing his two eyes, and his whole person seemed to blend into the night.

Finally, a few darts and various talismans were inserted into the left and right sides of the waist, tied with a belt.

Chen Lang was quite satisfied, he looked like a killer.

"You don't kill women with long hair, do you?" The killer was about to start.

"No, just deal with it."

The killer made a "yes" gesture, then went down the hillside and disappeared in an instant.

Chen Lang also went down the mountain. Is he a member of the family? After all, they were just disciples, but he wanted to see whether these people were more powerful in "beyond foundation-building methods" or whether it was the genuine golden elixir masters he hired who were more powerful.

"It's best not to kill them all." What he was mainly worried about was that after taking care of them all, the Tianjian Sect would be alarmed. In this case, would the ancestor worship suddenly end?

If it is terminated, Tianjian Sect will be on guard next time, which will be difficult.

But it’s useless to think too much, just take it one step at a time.

Chen Lang quietly returned to the crowd. The bonfire was bright and many disciples were still talking and laughing. The killer might still be preparing, waiting for an opportunity.

While he was watching, there was sudden movement in the distance.

A bonfire exploded, sparks flew everywhere, and screams were heard.

"who!"

The voice was a bit familiar, and then a golden incense burner flew into the sky and quickly magnified, and Chen Lang recognized it.

There were several clanging sounds, metal collision accompanied by sparks, and then the Fengming stove flew away and fell into the hands of a man in black.

"There's a killer!"

Next to Lu Youzhi, a disciple looked pale and screamed in shock.

The other disciples looked around one after another, and then they noticed that a monk covered in black was standing next to the fire, holding a phoenix furnace in one hand and a black long sword in the other hand. The firelight reflected on him, and he was in the darkness. In the middle is looming.

"Hey, there is indeed something good."

The man in black had a hoarse voice. He quickly mastered the Fengming Stove with two simple operations, and then looked at the others, "Is there anything else good? Just start killing without me."

He was very satisfied. This incense burner looked like a golden elixir level magic weapon. It had the scent of elixir, and it might be an alchemy furnace.

If you can get this treasure today, you have already earned it!

The man in black became energetic, and released his breath without reservation. With a bang, the air waves rolled, and all the bonfires shook violently. Only then did the disciples realize that this was a golden elixir stage master!

"Golden Core Killer!" Suddenly, there was chaos nearby, and many disciples retreated back.

"I've got something good."

A monk walked out, with silver hair shawl and carrying a Zen staff. He was the disciple of Elder Qingguan and Wuya who had fought against Chen Lang during the day.

He looked calm and looked at the golden elixir killer in front of him with a playful smile on his face.

"Is this the one you have? You're very clever. I'll let you die more happily." The man in black said.

"This is what I have." Wu Ya nodded, "Come and get it."

"Okay." The man in black enlarged the Fengming Stove, picked up one foot, and threw it towards Wuya. The roar of the wind filled the furnace, as if it was overwhelming the top of a mountain.

Wuya just raised the wooden Zen staff and stood it in front of him.

"when!"

A golden barrier appeared about a foot in front of Wuya and bounced off the Fengming Furnace. The huge force made the man in black take two steps back and let out a startled sound.

"Another golden elixir magic weapon?" The black-clothed killer was not surprised but overjoyed.

He didn't use much real energy just now, but the brute force of the golden elixir stage was not something that a foundation-building monk could withstand.

"My eyesight is good, but not very good." Wu Ya nodded, "After all, this is the first time in so many years that I have seen a killer come to kill the night watchman."

"Ah!"

The man in black sneered. He didn't care whether they were vigilant or not. He only knew that these were all Foundation Establishment monks and ants!

He didn't say much, turned around and smashed the Fengming stove at the others, planning to take care of the others first and then deal with this.

This time he swung his sword directly, and the cold sword energy swept across all directions.

You have a golden elixir weapon, do they have one too?

The sword light was blazing, and he burst out 70% to 80% of his strength. Not to mention some cultivators in the early and middle stages of foundation building, even those in the perfect state would have a hard time dealing with them.

But something strange happened. His sword energy seemed to suddenly have weight and fell straight to the ground. Then he felt that the sword in his hand weighed a thousand pounds and he couldn't lift it at all. It fell to the ground with a clang.

The Fengming furnace was even heavier. It fell directly to the ground and sank like a boulder.

It seemed that there was a formation covering his head, but the killer looked up and saw nothing around.

What's going on? He was shocked.

Then a voice came, and another low-key man in green came out, holding a ruler, "I also have a golden elixir weapon, do you want it?"

He didn't say his name, didn't have a starting posture, and looked like the most ordinary old scholar in the private school. He raised the ruler and knocked at the black-clothed killer from a distance.

The golden elixir killer suddenly felt a strong sense of crisis. He broke free from the invisible restraints and retreated quickly.

But it was meaningless. The ruler fell, and the murderous intent locked onto him. No matter how he used his body skills and twisted left and right, he could not avoid it.

The killer had no choice but to raise his sword and block it.

In an instant, the sword bent. As the ruler fell, the Jindan killer groaned and suddenly retreated dozens of feet, with a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth.

The killer's face showed a bit of panic.

Something seemed to be wrong.

The cultivator was indeed a foundation-building cultivator, but he had too many Jindan magic weapons!

He had been in the martial arts world for a long time, and he had never seen such a group of people. How could a mere foundation-building cultivator carry so many treasures?

After two rounds of fighting, it was found that the killer was not very strong. Many disciples of Tianjian Sect also calmed down and looked at the Jindan killer together, "Where are you from? Who sent you?"

The Jindan killer's eyes flickered, his fighting spirit wavered, and he stood up and left, "Hey, I don't want to play with you anymore, let's go!"

"You can't leave."

Another person appeared, this time it was Zhong Sheng from the Zhong family. He held a bright metal ring. Chen Lang squinted his eyes. He recognized this thing. It was a bit similar to the "Natian Ring" in the gym, but it was obviously bigger.

This situation doesn't seem good. Chen Lang also frowned.

Failed so quickly? This dark web organization is a bit bad.

Zhong Sheng raised the ring, and a strange suction force appeared. He failed to successfully pull the Jindan killer, but it slowed him down a lot.

At the same time, the killer's sword and Fengming furnace flew towards Zhong Sheng uncontrollably and were sucked into it.

The blue-clothed monk held the ruler and slapped it for the second time.

With a muffled thud, the Jindan killer took the blow and spurted out a mouthful of blood. He was about to despair. What was going on? Where did I come from? How many incredible magic weapons were there?

He felt an unprecedented sense of crisis in his heart.

He felt that he might not be able to leave today.

"Hehehe, don't worry, let me play too."

A girl with twin ponytails appeared, holding a roll of canvas in her hands, and she pulled it open with both hands.

The man in black was completely unprepared and didn't even know how to defend himself.

In an instant, his eyes went black and he was pulled into the abyss.

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