My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang noticed that the flags of other flag keepers were not pure white. The least had three red lines and a faint pink color.

He had learned about it in the past few days. A red line on a white flag represented a hundred souls. As the number of souls increased, the red lines became denser. After reaching three to five thousand souls, they were basically all dyed red.

Among the dozen flags, the one with the most red lines even had eleven red lines. It was the pink flag.

"They have been flag keepers for a few months. Is there anything strange about this?" The Western leader replied.

"What about him?" Chen Lang pointed at the pink flag. "Can he collect a thousand souls in a few months?"

Don't tell me that's some kind of girl's flag. It's originally this color.

The person holding the pink banner opened his mouth and replied indifferently, "That's the number of layers of the banner, not the number of lives. Don't you even understand this?"

The Western leader explained, "Generally speaking, one life at the peak of Qi Refining counts as one layer of the dead soul, and reaching the foundation building counts as two to three layers. By analogy, the peak of the foundation building can even count as dozens or hundreds of layers, while ordinary Qi Refining cultivators can't even make up one layer with several lives.

He just killed some high-level cultivators, which doesn't mean he has killed a thousand people."

"So that's it." Chen Lang suddenly realized.

The God of Death in this desert is stacking Q.

Who said that everyone is equal in front of death? The number of layers is different.

It's just that others have hundreds or thousands of layers, but he doesn't have one, so he will definitely suffer in the battle.

"I don't have any layers at all, how can you let me raise souls?" Chen Lang asked.

One of the banner raisers laughed and said, "Kill them manually, starting from scratch, everyone has come this way."

"Find a way yourself, do you want us to help you?"

The other banner raisers looked at them indifferently. In fact, when they got the soul banners, they all had at least one or two hundred souls, but it was obvious that the Western leader deliberately gave Chen Lang an empty banner, so they did not expose it.

"Then according to what was said before, as long as I cultivate the blood banner, I can make demands, right?" Chen Lang asked, "No matter what method is used?"

"Of course." The Western leader said.

"It's a deal?"

The Western leader thought, is there a problem? He immediately added, "You can't kill your own people."

"No problem."

Seeing that he agreed, Chen Lang waved his hand casually, and the banners in the hands of more than a dozen banner raisers lost control and flew up on their own.

"Come out." Chen Lang called.

Woo!

A large number of dead souls flew out of those white banners, from small black streams, gathered into a wide black stream, circling in the air, forming a dark cloud.

"What are you doing?" The other banner raisers glared and scolded loudly.

Then, someone performed the soul control technique and shouted, "Collect!"

Looking at the black stream that began to flow backwards, Chen Lang sneered, "Do you dare to go back? Collect!"

With a wave of his hand, the dead souls began to drill into the white banner in Chen Lang's hand, and soon, a blood-colored vein appeared.

The second, the third.

The face of the Western leader changed, and he realized what he had missed, and shouted, "Chen Lang, you dare! It is forbidden to rob others."

"It's too late, can I think you are regretting it?" Chen Lang responded coldly.

I just robbed souls, and didn't kill anyone.

Seeing that the banner in Chen Lang's hand was gradually dyed red, and in the blink of an eye, there were more than ten veins. Even if the Western leader regretted it, he could only suppress his anger at this moment.

"You are disrupting the order of our sect. If the higher-ups know, you will be punished."

"Do you want to report it? That's fine."

Chen Lang collected all the dead souls almost instantly. He waved the flag and put the pole in his arms. "Remember to say when you report it, you are ignorant and suppress talents like me. You only gave me a white flag without layers. I will wait for your response."

The Western leader's eyes were gloomy and murderous, but Chen Lang's life and death power was in the hands of the Southern leader, so he couldn't do it.

And the dead souls were taken away by him, damn it, this is even more troublesome.

"What do you mean?"

"Take away my credit? Are you looking for death?"

A group of flag-raising people were furious and stared at Chen Lang. Some of them took out weapons. If it weren't for their status, they would have killed him long ago.

At the same time, they were also shocked. They had only heard that Chen Lang was "born to hold a flag" before, but had never seen it. Now that they saw it, they regretted it.

Being able to snatch the souls in other people's flags, what level of magical power is this in the Soul Control Technique? Why haven't I heard of it before?

Their cultivation was not weak, only three or four were in the early stage of foundation building, most were in the middle stage, and some were even similar to the Western leader. How could they tolerate being humiliated by a young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building?

The Western leader saw it and did not step forward. He stood aside and sneered:

"Chen Lang, hand it over, don't make trouble. Do things steadily, you will get what you should get, don't have these crooked thoughts, it will only make you entangled."

With the tacit approval of the Western leader, the dozen or so people who raised the banners became more wanton. The owner of the pink banner grabbed Chen Lang, and a strange suction appeared on the banner, trying to fly over.

Huh!

Chen Lang waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the dead souls poured into the air, turning into a huge black hand, killing the owner of the pink banner.

"Do you want to attack me?" Chen Lang's eyes were bright, "I have to defend myself!"

"You!"

The owner of the pink banner retreated violently. Although his cultivation was close to the late stage of foundation building, the number of dead souls gathered together by more than a dozen banners was close to 3,000, equivalent to half a blood banner, so he could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

"Chen Lang! Are you looking for death?" The Western leader's face was fierce.

"What? You want to kill me too?" Chen Lang was overjoyed and pointed his spearhead at the Western leader.

"You"

The Western leader couldn't bear it anymore, so he took out the communication bead and said, "Since you don't obey the rules, I will contact the Southern leader to deal with you."

When Chen Lang saw this, he gave up and said, "Please understand, you were the one who made the move first."

"You must have collected your magical powers."

The Western leader sighed and told the other banner raisers to stop taking action. These idiots were of no use at all. The dead souls in their own banners could be snatched away.

These flag raisers looked fierce and still stared at Chen Lang, but they were obviously much calmer. Chen Lang held a thousand souls in his hand, and if he tried again, they might become dead souls in the flags.

"You have collected so many souls, what should we do?" other banner raisers asked.

Chen Lang smiled and said: "Kill manually, start from scratch, this is how everyone came here."

Everyone was furious, how could it be possible to start from scratch? Earn some credit for your hard work and then let him take it away?

"I quit."

Someone threw the pole, "If the mission fails and the superiors ask, I will say that someone was busy fighting among themselves and stole our magic weapon."

"I won't do it either."

Others threw down their poles and refused to carry out the task again.

"If you don't do it, someone else will."

Chen Lang put away the Ten Thousand Souls Flag and said, "I will do it alone."

He counted it clearly. There were twenty-three bars in total. The power was not as high as that of the southern leader, but it was enough.

It's a pity that I didn't see the flag of the Western leader. If I could get it, this flag would definitely be better.

"you?"

The owner of the pink banner sneered, "I want to see, how can you deal with the four to five hundred people of the Aoki Sect by yourself?"

Chen Lang shook his head, not even bothering to explain. Do you know what a professional counterpart is?

"Then just watch."

Chen Lang raised his eyes and looked forward, "When will we start?"

"Tomorrow." The Western leader was very unhappy, but it didn't matter. If he took away all the dead souls, he would have to be prepared to bear all the pressure. Do you really think that you can do whatever you want with a Ten Thousand Souls Flag?

"Today, right now." Chen Lang said.

"Are you in charge?" The Western leader stared at him.

Chen Lang waved the Ten Thousand Souls Flag, "I'll kill you, you can do whatever you want."

Then he turned away.

The Western Cult is on the verge of breaking out, but there is really nothing they can do. The banners have all been taken away by Chen Lang, and most of the power is concentrated in his hands. If the people of the Qingmu Sect come to find them, they will suffer a big loss.

But of course he couldn't admit it, and said with a smile, "Then everyone should follow him, lest he dies and his soul falls into the hands of the other party."

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