My cultivation script went astray

"It's out of my control, but you have to have the ability to do whatever you want to do." A disciple of Wu Zhong Sect said.

"good."

Chen Lang nodded. Since it was a mission, he usually did not avoid fighting. The field of flags unfolded, and the surrounding sky suddenly became dark, covered with thick clouds, and pools of blood formed on the ground.

The thing he's not afraid of the most is fighting, and he wasn't raised here, so why not fight?

"Huh? Is it raining?" Someone felt that their skin was slightly wet, and at first glance, they saw that it was red and black blood falling from the thick clouds.

"Be careful of the poison." On the other side of the Diamond Palace, the golden bell shrouded the head, tearing open the realm of the Ten Thousand Soul Flags and opening up a clean space.

A disciple next to Qin Yue opened an umbrella and dispersed the thick fog. The blood pool on the ground retreated and then moved forward, and some liquid splashed onto Qin Yue's toes.

His Ten Thousand Soul Banner is getting stronger and stronger, she thought to herself.

"Did you get something? What is it?" Qin Yue asked.

"A corpse, quite broken." Chen Lang replied.

"You can see it." Qin Yue looked at the huge leg bone held in Chen Lang's hand.

She was actually willing to make a deal with Chen Lang. This man was too powerful and she didn't want to be her enemy. But the business couldn't be negotiated and the box was of great use to the family, so she could only use violence to solve the problem.

So, she took the lead.

With a roar, the ancient fire beast appeared, and the two giant beasts broke through the fog barrier and rushed towards Chen Lang.

That was the method used by her two fellow disciples, and she herself had been deceived by Chen Lang before. The spirit of the contract exploded and was severely injured, so she could not use it, so she took out a black and shiny hairpin and threw it as a dart.

"Boom!"

Chen Lang used another flag to suppress the two wretched ancient beasts, but when he saw the hairpin flying through the darkness, he took out his Coiling Dragon Staff and struck it back three times.

He had seen this thing in Chaihu Town. It was fierce and powerful. It didn't look very powerful, but its attack power reached the level of an ancestor weapon.

"Let's join in the fun." The bald man from the Diamond Palace laughed, his body covered with golden light, and he also got in.

He waved his fist in the air, and the golden light boomed, and then hit the bottom of Fengming Furnace, making a deafening roar.

"It's Heng Zi Mi."

In the distance, several young elders of Pingyun Sect looked on. Although they could not participate in this level of battle, they still had the vision to recognize the unique skills of these sects.

"What kind of background does this kid have? He dares to hit so many people." Another young elder muttered. The key is that he can still block it.

"Today, as a disciple of the Qingmu Sect, I will enforce the law for Alliance Leader Qiu." Two monks from the Qingmu Sect joined the battle and besieged Chen Lang.

"Brother Chen, aren't you coming?" asked a fellow disciple.

Lu Chen thought for a moment. He felt that so many people were enough. The last time they failed to stop Chen Lang was because the brush appeared, but would it show up again today? Chen Lang has been publicly deprived of his mission status. If Zhong Haoran helps again, the matter will have to be escalated to the sect.

Then, he noticed that there were people coming from a distance, some were riding cranes, and some were walking with swords.

"Are you from the Alliance or the Tianjian Sect today? Who are you helping?" Lu Chen asked.

This was very important. He knew all the members of the Tianjian Sect and they were not weak in combat power. If he chose to help Chen Lang, it would be really difficult to defeat them.

"Too late? He's quite fast."

The woman on the crane stepped down, it was Murong Jing, the current goddess peak master herself.

After Chen Lang was replaced, she stepped in to fill the spot.

Murong Jing glanced at the valley. There was a temple there, but it collapsed and it had obviously been patronized.

Looking at the people in the battle, she could guess the basic facts at a glance, but who should she help? This question is difficult to answer.

"Why is it such a mess? Didn't you hear that there are ruins? Who are you helping? Why are you helping?" she asked.

"Why do you start bullying people again?" Yan Xue'e was very unhappy when she saw it and was ready to take action.

But Li Rui next to him swung his spear and flew away the Xuantian Tu she had just taken out. Murong Jing stood still, how could he not be unmoved?

If this person helps, then he is going against the alliance.

He is not afraid of the Bird Alliance, and he will fight against anyone who is against him, but the problem is that Elder Qiu and Hall Master Qin came to Tianjian Sect in person, including Zhong Haoran and others, and have already recognized that Chen Lang has been disqualified from the joint mission. If he takes action again, he will be against Tianjian Sect. Jian Zong was right, and it was untenable both emotionally and rationally.

To blame, I can only blame Zhong Haoran for agreeing to the sanctions.

"You" Yan Xue'e was furious, so many people hit someone, are you embarrassed?

"Haha, Chen Lang, look, even my own brothers won't help you."

The bald head of the Vajra Hall laughed, "These people are not worthy of being your senior brothers. If you don't come to our Vajra Hall, we will never give up on any of our comrades."

"It should be." Chen Lang said.

"Why should it?"

Chen Lang didn't answer, and there was no need to answer. Isn't solo play the same as taking on the world alone? Why rely on others.

If you win, fight. If you can't, fight again. It's that simple.

"You are self-aware." Several people from the Qingmu Sect were also taking action, but Lu Chen still took action. He was very cautious because he had defeated Chen Lang before.

Therefore, he directly sacrificed the Ancestral Tree, the green ancient trees bloomed with glittering paper, and the talismans flourished. He strived for a quick victory.

In fact, Chen Lang really couldn't stand it anymore.

The three families have joined forces, there are many magic weapons, and monks are appearing, possibly from other sects.

What he is thinking now is whether to use that method.

"You can't survive." Someone quickly judged Chen Lang's condition by slowing down Chen Lang's attack.

Another Wuzhongmen disciple was overjoyed, "Remember to keep an eye on the leg bone he held before, it should be from the ancient corpse of the wretched fire, very useful!"

"Chen Lang, is there anyone to help you today?" The disciple summoned the void gate, the suction burst, ready to suppress Chen Lang at any time.

"What are you shouting, is it worth being proud of?" said the female cultivator next to him.

There is no need to make bold statements when fighting with more people against fewer people. Anyone who is qualified to hold the ancestral weapon is a rare genius, but today he has to become a background board. This is not something worthy of glory. She just wants to take that thing in the safest way.

The disciple understood the meaning, his face was ashamed, and he concentrated on fighting.

"How can that thing be useful?" Chen Lang looked over and fought back with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner.

"It's full of treasures." The Wuzhongmen disciple said, "If you don't know how to use it, hand it over and I'll teach you."

Chen Lang understood immediately.

Zhong Haoran had said earlier that to cultivate a method, one first needs the corresponding scriptures and methods, and secondly, the physical body must meet the standards. The box was in his hand, and he now had the ancient scriptures of the Weihuo clan, so what he lacked now was the blood power of the Weihuo clan.

So, he threw out the Wanhun Banner, Panlong Staff, etc., and slashed a few times with swords, temporarily breaking away from the suppression, and then took out the leg bone, and turned the Sansheng Disk in his right hand, generating a strange suction force, covering the rotten leg bone.

After a while, a black breath was extracted from the leg bone and condensed into a ball. The powerful blood power finally appeared. It had a repulsive force on external blood, and Chen Lang's right hand suddenly turned white.

"Here you go!" He threw out the right leg of the Weihuo ancient beast, which was becoming more and more withered after the blood was extracted.

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