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While he was speaking, the disciples outside heard the news and all rushed over.

A large group of disciples came to the depths of the ancestral mausoleum and saw Chen Lang standing on the viewing platform, and Zhou Yuanxing next to him, and immediately understood what had happened.

"Chen Lang! What are you doing again?" someone scolded.

As soon as they heard that voice just now, they felt something was wrong. That was not the tone of the temple keeper.

"Your name was Chen Lang, right?"

The temple keeper said, "You also know that a thief is guilty and hides his name. Are you on the side of Elder Chen?"

"Yes." Chen Lang replied indifferently.

"He is not." Zhou Yuanxing helped to clear the relationship. Elder Chen was responsible for guarding the Tianchi, and he had always been conscientious and could not bear such slander.

"He's doing bad things again."

The silver-haired man Wu Ya looked at the temple keeper next to him, "Elder, please arrest him. This man has no respect for his elders and has done many evil things. This is not the first time."

"No wonder." The temple keeper sneered, but since so many people came, he was not in a hurry to take action, "I just heard him say that since it is your business, you can handle it yourself.

After it is handled, the trial will continue."

He stood by with his hands behind his back. What's the point of handing it over to the sect? Those people are too principled, unlike this group of hot-blooded disciples, who are more ruthless.

People who don't follow the rules can't be dealt with by the rules. Let him see the beating of society first.

"Are you ready?"

Chen Lang no longer had any hidden tricks this time. He took out two yellow flags, faced the comers without retreating or avoiding, and stuck them into the ground.

Woo!

The wind blew.

The stone slabs on the ground instantly became old and blue, and then were shrouded in black. There were many stone sculptures around the ancestral tombs. At this moment, they were infected, and their eyes opened one after another, with a strong murderous intent.

The dazzling sunlight quickly dimmed, the wind blew, and the sun turned blood-red, hanging powerlessly in the sky.

"Stop."

Zhou Yuanxing took out the ruler and tapped it lightly, drawing a clear boundary around him. A blood-colored hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed his ankle. He glanced at it, and the palm and fingers retreated with smoke.

"Are you finally willing to use your Ten Thousand Souls Banner?" The silver-haired man Wu Ya was not only not afraid, but his eyes were also unusually bright, and he was full of fighting spirit.

Previously in the Xuantiantu space, Chen Lang relied on his advantage to suppress him, but it was different now. He wanted to see how capable Chen Lang was, daring to repeatedly insult and lawless in the Elders' Council.

With a bang, his Zen stick hit the ground hard, dispelling a large area of ​​haze, and the dark golden light coated his body. The diffused black shadows hit him, making a tinkling sound, as dense as raindrops.

This frightened the followers beside Wu Ya. Is this the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Just by performing it, there is such a high attack density. If there is no magic weapon above the Jindan level to resist, the cultivators of the foundation building stage will be torn to pieces soon.

This magic weapon is definitely at the Jindan level.

"Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Good boy." The temple keeper took a glance and saw that Zhou Yuanxing and the others were all fine. He also held his breath quietly and entered a very strange state, as if he had become invisible from the field of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. The demons and ghosts did not attack him.

At this time, more people followed and saw the howling of ghosts and wolves from a distance. They were all very surprised. How did the ancestral tomb holy land become like this?

"Damn, it's Chen Lang!"

Yan Xue'e was overjoyed. She said that Chen Lang would not give up easily and must be making trouble somewhere.

She hesitated for a moment and wanted to rush up to help, but she had some reservations because she was punished for taking action in the ancestral tomb last time.

"Don't go."

Su Qingchan saw her thoughts and said, "I suggest you get rid of your relationship with him first, so as not to be implicated later."

"Is he not afraid of being punished for this?" Yan Xue'e calmed down.

"You should probably be more concerned about whether he can win." Su Qingchan was not worried about whether Chen Lang would be punished. He had survived the Tianchi incident. Now this incident did not cause any loss of resources, and there were no outsiders present, so he would not lose face for the sect. As long as the ancestral mausoleum was not demolished, he could not be punished even if he was beaten to death.

"Why did he come here to make trouble?" Seeing this, Zhong Sheng did not know how to deal with it, so he had to stand aside and watch.

"Boss! I'll help you!" More people came, mostly followers of big families. The little fat man saw Zhou Yuanxing being targeted and wanted to rush up.

"Weaklings, get out of here."

Chen Lang glanced at it, urged the other banner, and then threw it out fiercely. It fell to the ground, and the haze spread in all directions, infecting a large area of ​​land.

Immediately, the flesh and blood that were eroded in the front saw the blood and screamed.

"Retreat!" Wu Ya frowned, pointed his staff at a distance, and a dark golden glow appeared on the group of people. There was another clang, protecting them from leaving the domain.

"Chen Lang, do you want to kill people in front of our ancestors?" Zhou Yuanxing said.

"Take care of yourself first."

Chen Lang officially took action, and several bloody hands gathered in the domain. This was the power of the black banner domain, which was launched at the thought.

What is the prohibition of using banners, what is the prohibition of killing in the sect, that is based on the premise that he can complete the task, but since a bunch of people are using ancestral weapons to focus on me, if I don't take out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to fight back, it will humiliate the title of Lotus Sect Leader.

The bloody hand went to Wu Ya and Zhou Yuanxing to kill, but Zhou Yuanxing just waved the ruler, and the bloody hand disappeared, and the black banner domain was suppressed.

This power surprised Chen Lang. Su Qingchan mentioned it to him, but the power of the ruler was still a bit supermodel, so he stopped attacking actively and gathered all his power around him for protection.

But the next moment, the real attack just came.

Zhou Yuanxing knocked down the ruler for the second time, and Chen Lang only felt a strong murderous intent locking him, and the dark air flow on the ground surged, suppressing him all together.

The knock fell on his body.

The Sansheng disk in Chen Lang's hand burst into brilliant golden light, and he bled from his mouth and nose, barely taking the attack.

"Okay, it's cruel enough." Wu Ya commented lightly. It was easy to see Chen Lang's thoughts. Zhou Yuanxing's ruler could not be dodged, so he did not hesitate to suppress himself to reduce the attack together.

Then, he was coated with a layer of gold and punched Chen Lang.

Chen Lang did not avoid it at all and fought him hard for a few moves.

The Sansheng disk reversed and his state gradually recovered.

"He has this thing, it's useless to consume him." Zhou Yuanxing said. He saw Chen Lang's purpose. More and more people came. Those who could not threaten Chen Lang would become Chen Lang's helpers.

"Then let's finish him off with one move. I'll see how he recovers." Wu Ya also knew Chen Lang's strong recovery ability, so he began to accumulate strength, pinched his magic power, and a statue appeared behind him.

And around Zhou Yuanxing, some grass debris also flew over, bursting with weak sword intent.

"Do you still want to do this? I'll give you a surprise."

Chen Lang had learned his sword technique, which was a secret technique of the Tianjian Sect, but he didn't learn it. If he fought hard, he would be doomed to suffer.

But do I, Chen Lang, look like someone who would fall into the same pit for the second time?

He swung his sword fiercely, and in the black long sword, all the anger, unwillingness, regret, and various complex negative emotions burst out.

"Want to use the sword? Taste my sword spirit!"