My cultivation script went astray

Soon, a large tomb appeared in front of us.

The tomb was very high, and the whole body was made of rock. There were marble steps on both sides, which were white and reflected the dazzling sunlight.

In the middle was the tomb. The ground was cleaned very cleanly. At a glance, it was similar in structure to the mausoleum of the Yan family's great grandmother, but more magnificent.

"I heard that after worshiping the ancestors, we come here to receive the inheritance?" Chen Lang recalled that Murong Jing had mentioned it in the process book that he gave him.

Then can't I receive the inheritance first?

There is no sign prohibiting entry here, so it is feasible.

After putting away the blue boat, Chen Lang went straight forward and easily pushed open the stone door. The light inside was dim. A huge portrait was hung on the wall in the middle. Below it was a stone jar with a groove in front of the stone jar and incense sticks inserted in it.

Hmm? Stone jar?

Chen Lang went forward to check and opened the jar. There was white powder and some particles inside.

He smelled it, and there was no special smell.

Is this ashes?

Just as Chen Lang was about to close the lid, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Turning around, he saw nothing.

But at this moment, a buzzing sound was heard, and the black sword on his back flew up into the air, standing straight above the urn.

Then, it fell in, and the tip of the sword was inserted into the stone jar.

"I found a way to break through the middle stage of Jindan, but I'm so badly injured. I've seen the way, I don't want to die!"

A thought entered Chen Lang's mind, and he only felt a shock in his heart and soul. The other party's cultivation might be very strong when he was alive, and this was a remaining obsession.

"Is this considered inheritance?" Chen Lang was puzzled.

You can talk about the way to break through the middle stage of Jindan.

Then, he used his soul power to invade the ashes to test, and even took a sip, but there was no effect, and the system did not identify any treasures.

It turned out to be a regret of a dying person before his death.

Chen Lang shook his head in disappointment, and then focused his attention on the black sword again. Normal people know that once something strange happens, it must be unusual.

The sword will not fly out by itself.

Then he found that a small piece of debris fell off the black sword, revealing the silver-white texture inside.

"I knew it!"

Chen Lang suddenly realized that he understood.

There may be a branch line here, and this sword is the trigger prop.

Afterwards, he looked at the sword and had a guess in his mind, so he used the system to re-test the sword.

[The holy sword that once killed foreign monks.]

[The sword spirit has been formatted and is being re-injected: 4/1000]

So that's it.

Chen Lang completely understood that when he first got this sword, he had used the repair amulet to repair it and "formatted" it at the same time. In fact, the sword spirit did not exist.

"So we can inject their obsession into the sword and treat it as a sword spirit?" Chen Lang thought.

This is really a good place. I would have come here directly if I had known earlier. The ancestral land of the Tianjian Sect does not bury unknown people. If all of them are injected into the sword, how powerful will the weapon spirit of this sword be?

Chen Lang immediately left this tomb and came to another one nearby, which was of the same structure.

A huge portrait of an old man, a stone jar, and a few incense sticks.

"Where is the Tao?"

He inserted the sword, and after a while, another piece of black debris fell, but this time the last words were very short, revealing a strong sense of disappointment.

It suits my taste very well.

He reopened the system and identified the sword.

[The holy sword that once killed foreign monks.]

[The sword spirit has been formatted and is being re-injected:]

[4/1000]

[2/800]

"What's going on?" This surprised Chen Lang, because the progress bar did not increase, but instead changed from one to two.

Forget it, it doesn't matter. The more buffs, the greater the power. Anyway, it won't be a bad thing. Chen Lang no longer cares and prepares to continue collecting.

But it's too slow!

He simply calculated that it would take nearly half an incense stick at a time. There are countless tombs here. If they are all collected, it is unknown how long it will take. The key is that he is not sure whether he will be driven out if he is discovered, so he has to do it quickly.

He pondered for a moment and pulled out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

As the yellow flag came out, dust rose up. As the formula was recited, the surface of the flag moved like flowing water, slowly turned black, and then a black shadow crawled out from inside.

When he was in Lotus Mountain, the black priest had shown him how to use the black flag. One was "domain" and the other was "avatar".

He couldn't use the domain, but the avatar was just right here.

"Go."

He scolded lightly, and the black shadow left and ran to another large tomb.

Then, he summoned black shadows again, and soon summoned more than a hundred. His control did not reach the limit, mainly because the flag began to fade, like a paleness that had been exposed to the wind and sun for a long time.

But this was almost enough. Chen Lang sat outside the tomb and manipulated more than a hundred black shadows.

Soon, a black shadow came back, holding an urn.

With a bang, Chen Lang sacrificed the Fengming furnace, placed it on the ground, changed it to a size of ten feet, manipulated the black shadow, and poured the ashes into it.

There was a loud clattering sound, and many black shadows surrounded the incense burner and poured all the ashes into it, quickly filling it up with a shallow layer.

A quarter of an hour later, the incense burner was already full.

"Almost done, let's do a little bit first."

Chen Lang took out the black long sword and inserted it.

There was a moment of silence.

[We have been friends for so many years, and you actually plotted against me for such a small thing. Hahaha! Song Han, I will not let you go even if I become a ghost! ]

This murderous intent was very strong, almost 14 times that of the previous one. As for why it was so high, it was because Chen Lang opened the system and saw the appearance of the third progress bar.

[Re-infusing spirit:]

[4/1000]

[2/800]

[27/700]

"People with weak constitutions have great resentment." Chen Lang shook his head, stood on the stove, and stirred with his sword.

Suddenly, more black skin fell off the sword, and more obsessions appeared.

[If I can exchange my life for Zhong Haoran's forgiveness, I will not be afraid of dying a thousand times! ]

[They respect me as the leader and take me as their honor, but I have seen the end and lost my courage. There is no way forward. This is the end of the law.]

[As long as the foreign land is not destroyed, my life will not end! ]

[……]

[If I leave, will the He family still have a place in the sect? I am unwilling to accept this! ]

[I understand. There is no such thing as a natural death. The world is too small to accommodate it. Someone will send you away in advance. 】

【I will probably be buried in the ancestral temple after I die. I was a straw dog in life and was given a posthumous title after death. I think I have seen through you, haha! 】

The obsession became more and more intense, and Chen Lang felt dizzy. Countless confidences surged, making his eyes darken, and some scenes emerged.

Most of them were bloody, full of anger, irritability, and regret. The number of progress bars in the system was also increasing rapidly, but he was no longer interested in it at the moment.

"It's still not quiet after death!"

Chen Lang was very upset. Should the living be tormented by the dead? He closed his eyes and meditated, and began to imagine some indescribable scenes.

Only the way of decadence can break the inner demon!

Soon, his mind was calm and his attention was successfully diverted, until a certain moment, the obsession suddenly stopped, and the world was quiet.

After calming down for a long time, Chen Lang got up and felt refreshed.

Sure enough, Su Qingchan was still useful.

Swish!

He stepped onto the Fengming furnace and pulled out the black sword.

But at this moment, it was no longer the original black appearance.