My cultivation script went astray

As Chen Lang performed the Soul Control Technique, the surrounding "portraits" quickly rotated and twisted. Their faces were stretched and twisted, the yellow skin was stretched into a wide ribbon, and the red blood curled into layers of inward spirals. The threads, eyes and hair are kneaded in it, like black threads rolled into dough.

Yellow, white, green, red. The entire chaotic space is in a flowing, sticky colored oil painting. It is difficult to see the direction and the left and right. In this space, time and space seem to be distorted. .

There is only a bright hole under the feet, and the outside sunlight shines in. This is the hole opened by Zhou Yuanxing's ruler. Now it has become extremely narrow, and the surroundings are colorful, like a rotating kaleidoscope.

"What's going on?" Wuya didn't understand, but was shocked.

Am I dazzled?

However, he soon saw a twisted shadow walking towards him, gradually separating from the surrounding oil paintings.

"He's over there!"

Wu Ya woke up suddenly. With Zhou Yuanxing's help, he slowly recovered, and his heart suddenly burst into flames, "This kid stole Senior Brother Li Rui's magic weapon!"

He adjusted his state slightly and prepared to fight again. He felt that Chen Lang was in trouble and had to kill him here today. It was too disgusting for these two people to join forces.

But suddenly, he realized something was wrong, "Why did I lose my realm?"

He was just about to gather all his strength to strike, but found that his cultivation was plummeting like a deflated rubber ball.

"Let's go!"

Only Zhou Yuanxing's expression changed drastically. He saw that the hole opened by the ruler was also shrinking and almost disappeared.

He realized that he had been hit, and even though he was so hard to separate, Chen Lang had obviously hidden a secret and was waiting for him.

"return."

Chen Lang walked forward step by step and separated from the twisted oil painting. He stretched out his hand to grab it, and a hand suddenly stretched out from the beautiful oil paintings around him and grabbed Wuya's ankle.

Zhou Yuanxing's actions were blocked, so he decisively abandoned Wuya and prepared to rush out.

But at this time, more than a dozen hands appeared in front of him, blocking the entrance of the cave and hindering Zhou Yuanxing's progress.

So, the hole closed.

Outside, the suspended ruler trembled a few times before falling to the ground with a clatter.

This incident shocked all onlookers.

"Has the Xuantian Diagram been withdrawn?"

They looked at the sky again, and the chaotic space torn apart by the ruler was gradually closing, surrounded by a layer of colorful light film, and the scene inside could no longer be seen clearly.

But, no one has come out yet?

Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya both sat cross-legged on the spot, closing their eyes tightly. The little fat man who just came out called softly, and then said:

"They won't be folded in, right?"

"Nonsense."

Several of the followers next to Wu Ya sneered, "Let Chen Lang go with the man named Yan, and they are no match for them."

"I see that your boss was beaten quite badly. It doesn't look like he doesn't like fighting." The little fat man said.

This left the other party speechless for a moment, "Senior Brother Wuya already said that that person has a special magic weapon in his hand. Just wait, the results will come out soon."

The little fat man stopped talking. He didn't know Wuya's cultivation level, but he knew Zhou Yuanxing very well.

The Zhou family ranked first in the last ancestor worship ceremony.

With or without magical weapons, he is one of the strongest. If he loses, there will really be no need to continue this ancestor worship discussion.

Yan Xue'e is the only one who can observe the scene in Xuantian Picture at this moment, but she is confused at this moment.

Why did my Xuantian Diagram become like this?

As the owner of Xuantian Tu, she could clearly see that the "souls" sealed in it were manipulated and flew around in weird ways, and were no longer under her control.

But she noticed that they seemed to be synchronized with Chen Lang's movements. As soon as Chen Lang waved, those colorful things launched attacks on Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya.

That should be Chen Lang controlling it.

This was the first time she knew that the souls suppressed in Xuantian Tu could also be manipulated, but she didn't know how.

In short, it’s awesome!

"Chen Lang, destroy them!"

Yan Xue'e's eyes were shining and she shouted loudly, her voice echoing in the chaotic space. If these two were suppressed, wouldn't my mother praise her to death?

She felt extremely excited when she thought about Zhou Tianzheng and Elder Qingguan smiling all over their faces and begging her to let their disciples be released.

When the time comes to reject someone coldly, what posture should you take?

In Xuantian Tu, Zhou Yuanxing and Wuya were not having an easy time.

"Have you also fallen out of state?" Wu Ya was surprised. Zhou Yuanxing's state had also dropped to the Qi Refining stage. He looked at Chen Lang's increasingly clear figure, "Did you do this?"

"If your guess is correct, this should be the Pingtian Sect's method of controlling flags?" Zhou Yuanxing said.

"Yes." Chen Lang said.

He just tried it casually to see if it could work. He didn't expect it to work, so he was embarrassed and had to seal the two of them inside.

Wouldn't it be easy to kill these two and then reach the top ten?

"The Ten Thousand Soul Banner?"

Wu Ya was slow for a beat, but no matter how slow he was, he should have understood by now that Chen Lang was using the previously suppressed souls as the Ten Thousand Soul Banner!

Master Qingguan is right. This boy is good at evil ways and will become a demon cultivator sooner or later.

"Since he can't leave, let's destroy him together." Wu Ya said.

He said nothing about the duel. Although Chen Lang was one against two, he was not in a good condition. Chen Lang had the blessing of his soul, so it was difficult to deal with him at this moment.

If he had known that Chen Lang was still hiding this trick, he would never have come in.

"Okay." Zhou Yuanxing said.

Then, Wu Ya put his hands together, and the dark golden light spread in all directions, stretching the surrounding twisted color blocks a little, and at the same time, Zhou Yuanxing was also coated with dark gold.

The cultivation of both of them improved a little, barely returning to the foundation-building stage.

"His soul control technique has a strong suppression power, I can only help here." He said.

Zhou Yuanxing nodded, his face was extremely serious, his hands were clasped together, and a faint light surrounded his body, forming a circle of spiritual swords.

At the same time, the chaotic space and his soul control formation were turbulent together, and a ray of light was projected in, and the formation was about to be torn apart.

Chen Lang took a look, although he didn't know what he was doing, but it seemed that he was holding back a big move.

Of course, he would not give him a chance. With a clenched hand, countless lines stretched out from the surrounding oil paintings, interweaving horizontally and vertically, like a spider web, and slashed at the two people.

"Kill!"

Wu Ya's face was solemn, his arms were crackling, he stood in front of Zhou Yuanxing, his body was full of dark golden light, and a big palm print slammed on the intertwined lines.

The lines were shattered, but Wu Ya also coughed up blood and was covered with scars. He covered his chest, and spots of light appeared around his body, as if he was dying.

But he sealed his soul and held on. If he was buried here, he would be sealed and become part of the canvas and the formation. At that time, Zhou Yuanxing would face greater pressure.

"Are you okay? I can still block it for you." Wu Ya said. Although this was a battle in an illusion, the pain was very real.

At this time, a strong palm fell on Wu Ya.

"Hold steady."

Zhou Yuanxing then let go of his hand and bowed to Chen Lang from a distance.

"One move, please teach me."

Suddenly, he pinched the seal with his hand, and the back of him suddenly became bright, and the chaotic space was torn open again, and countless eyes were cast in.

A gust of wind blew on the grassland, and countless grass debris was rolled up and flew into the chaotic space along the passage.

They surrounded Zhou Yuanxing, with a little light on the tip of the leaf, as sharp as a sword. At this moment, he had tens of millions of swords.

"Ten thousand swords return to one?"

Someone was talking outside. Although he couldn't hear what they were saying, he looked surprised.

"He hasn't even made it to the Heavenly Ranking yet, but he has already mastered the secret of the word sword?"

Outside, Zhong Sheng of the Zhong family was also looking up. He frowned slightly. Zhou Yuanxing's progress was really too exaggerated.

This was obviously not good for Chen Lang, because he hadn't made it to the Heavenly Ranking yet, so he couldn't touch some things and was naturally lagging behind.

However, this bottom-line move was definitely used against them. It was exposed so early, indicating that Zhou Yuanxing was also facing great pressure.

This surprised Zhong Sheng. He was polite to him before because of his status and family requirements, but now it seems that Chen Lang's status as a disciple of Zhong Haoran is still increasing.

"Damn, the special effects are pretty good."

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and found that the formation couldn't suppress him, and there were lines in the formation that were peeled off, falling from the formation like pulling silk from a cocoon, and some color blocks disappeared forever and came to Zhou Yuanxing's side.

Those things were restored to their normal state, buttons, finger bones, and even corners of clothes, but now they have all become swords.

An extremely powerful and sharp aura locked onto Chen Lang.

"Chen Lang, be careful! He is using 'All Things One', you use the Grass Sword to break him!" Yan Xue'e's urgent voice sounded.

"What Grass Sword?" Chen Lang had never heard of it, but it was too late. He vaguely felt that this thing could not be avoided. Since the outcome was decided in one move, there was no point in keeping the formation, just blow him up directly.

Chen Lang controlled the formation to run at a very fast speed, and the energy gathered rapidly. Then he suddenly dismantled it, the formation went out of control, and the colorful oil painting suddenly solidified.

Countless lines condensed into straight pillars and bombarded the two.

At the same time, Zhou Yuanxing also gently raised his hand, as if he was holding a thousand-pound weight, and then his palm suddenly fell.

Thousands of grass leaves, finger bones and various swords rushed towards Chen Lang.