My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang had just made his last attack, beating Fang Shao into a ball of light, which turned into a painting.

He turned on the Sansheng disk and quickly recovered his strength. This man was still a bit troublesome.

Originally, the difference in cultivation was not that big. He could always kill instantly because he started fighting as soon as he made a move, always risking his life, and then used the Sansheng disk to recover.

But this time he met someone with the same skills, which was a bit troublesome.

Fortunately, he won in the end.

"But why did he only recover three times? Doesn't he like to use this kind of power?" Chen Lang thought.

After Fang Shao said this, he also felt a little strange. This magic weapon was obviously different from other objects. It could be brought into the Xuantian map, which explained the problem.

I have to go back and check it out when I have time.

At this time, the chaotic space vibrated.

"Chen Lang, come out quickly!" Yan Xue'e's urgent voice came from his ears.

"What's wrong?" Chen Lang asked.

"We've been discovered! Someone used the ancestral weapon to attack us and wanted to break through the Xuantian map to get in."

"That's just right, let him come." Chen Lang said.

If they are all suppressed, wouldn't the top ten be within easy reach?

"What a joke, are you confused?" Yan Xue'e was speechless. Do you know what the ancestral weapon means? She just wanted to clean up the other people's minions, but she didn't dare to think about killing them all.

If she had this ability, she wouldn't need to join forces with Chen Lang.

She ignored it, clasped her hands together, and rolled up the canvas directly, trying to force it to close.

But at this time, she found that the canvas couldn't be closed!

Moreover, the black light of the canvas was bright, completely spread out, and the illusion space expanded several times at once.

"It's over, I'm coming in!" She said the last sentence.

Then, Chen Lang saw that a certain direction suddenly became bright, as if a hole appeared at the end of the tunnel, and a figure emerged.

Zhou Yuanxing held the ruler in his hand and stretched it out from a distance. A green halo came straight, piercing through the boundary wall, blasting through the chaotic mist, and building a stable passage.

"Chen Lang, do you like staying in there? I'll meet you."

The silver-haired man Wu Ya appeared, holding a Zen stick, and was about to rush in through the hole, but soon, he stepped on empty air and passed through the hole, unable to step in.

"Magic weapons cannot enter." Zhou Yuanxing reminded from the side.

"It doesn't matter, then I will meet him alone." Wu Ya threw the Zen stick to the follower next to him, "Next."

In an instant, he flashed in, walked into this momentary space, looked around, "Are these all the people you defeated? You are really capable. I'll meet you."

The Xuantiantu was pierced, and a projection appeared in the air. Many people could also see it. The fellow disciples fell unconscious one after another. Now they saw the mastermind behind the scenes, gnashing their teeth.

"Brother Wu Ya, kill him and seal him in!" Someone shouted outside, quickly seal this Chen Lang and let him be quiet.

"Help Brother Fang Shao get revenge!" The fat boy who was traveling with Fang Shao didn't see his brother, and realized that he was detained. It must be that the two of them used the ancestral weapon to take advantage of him.

Now we also have our ancestral weapon, let's see what you do!

Many cultivators are watching. It hasn't been long since the ancestral worship began. This is the first collision between the big families. Chen Lang is well-known inside and outside the Tianjian Sect. He is a very famous figure. Wu Ya is a master of the old family and is very interesting.

Chen Lang said nothing, and detained the thunder with both hands, flowing between his left and right palms, condensing to the point of burning, and the power is frightening.

"Thunder Pearl?" Wu Ya nodded: "You can eat the Thunder Pearl and not die. You are really good."

Then, he made a move, and raised his hand to shoot dense green small swords, piercing Chen Lang's heart.

Chen Lang threw out thunder, shattering countless small swords. With one collision, the entire chaotic illusion was almost blown through.

People outside only saw dark clouds in the sky, lightning and thunder. Even if they couldn't hear the sound, they were frightened just by looking at the picture. No wonder so many people were detained and died.

"You're quite capable." Yan Xue'e was relieved to see that Chen Lang had not lost.

Chen Lang rushed forward and fought hand-to-hand with the opponent, breaking Wu Ya's shoulder bone and bleeding from his mouth and nose.

But Wu Ya was very calm. He rubbed his hands together, and a slender spiritual sword appeared, aiming at Chen Lang, "You lose."

Looking at Chen Lang again, his whole body was pierced by the spiritual sword, and his heart was broken. If this continues, he will soon turn into a halo and be sealed by the Xuantiantu, unless Yan Xue'e rescues him.

"This is just the beginning." Chen Lang's palm Sansheng disk rotated, and he recovered.

Wu Ya's face changed slightly.

"So that's it, no wonder he can beat so many people." Wu Ya looked at the rotating plate in Chen Lang's palm, but the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became, "Why does this look like the ancient relic that Senior Brother Li Rui picked up when he went out that time?"

"I don't know, I picked it up."

Chen Lang made a move and fought with him again.

Wu Ya was a little overwhelmed in this round. He stepped back and called to Zhou Yuanxing, "He can bring magic weapons in. It's a bit troublesome. You quickly rescue the others and we will find the location of the two of them."

"Okay."

Zhou Yuanxing nodded. It can be seen that Wu Ya was overwhelmed, but it was difficult to withdraw for the sake of face, so he wanted him to stop fighting.

Zhou Yuanxing sat cross-legged on the ground, with a ruler hanging above his head to stabilize the passage. At the same time, a red line flew out from each of his ten fingers to pull the portraits flying everywhere.

"Hmph, don't even think about it!" Yan Xue'e cast a spell outside, and the chaotic mist covered the entire Xuantiantu space, making it difficult for Zhou Yuanxing to find the target.

At the same time, Yan Xue'e once again detained souls, and more than a dozen spectators who were watching the fun were caught off guard and detained again.

"Chen Lang, go, kill them!" she shouted.

Chen Lang raised his hand, and thunder appeared, killing seven or eight people in seconds.

"You want to run?" After finishing the others, Chen Lang caught up with Wu Ya and beat him up.

As Zhou Yuanxing was forced to stop, the chaotic fog dissipated, and the others saw this scene and were shocked.

"It's incredible, the invincible disciple of Elder Qingguan was beaten." Someone said loudly.

Who is Elder Qingguan? One of the right-hand men of the Elders' Pavilion, his disciples are his face.

But this is also reasonable. Elder Zhong is even a veteran of the Tianjian Sect. It is reasonable for his disciples to kill the disciples of Elder Qingguan!

"Brother Zhou, help me!" Wu Ya shouted, forced to ask for help, there was no other way. If he was detained and Yan Xue'e didn't let him go, he would lose his position on the Tianbang, and this joke would be a big deal!

You know, the Qingguan family ranked fifth in the last term.

"Okay."

Zhou Yuanxing held back his laughter, and the ruler remained in place. He said to the people around him, "Your senior brother doesn't seem to like fighting. He's always running. I'll go and persuade him to stop fighting.

Don't go out of the circle here, be careful to be caught by Yan Xue'e."

Then, he stepped out and entered the Xuantiantu.

"Zhou Yuanxing! What are you doing? Are you bullying the minority with your numbers? Do you have any shame?" Yan Xue'e shouted, but there was nothing she could do. The ruler suppressed her Xuantiantu, and anyone who wanted to enter could enter or leave could leave.

The private space has become a public space, damn it!

"Chen Lang, come out! Let them rescue him, and catch him later." Yan Xue'e shouted again.

Chen Lang is her capable man, and she can't lose him like this.

Zhou Yuanxing didn't stay for long, and came near Wuya. Just as Chen Lang struck another lightning strike, he stretched out his hand to hit him.

With a bang, the chaotic space shook again, and the two of them stepped back a few steps. Zhou Yuanxing's sleeves were burnt and his palms were also burnt black.

"Let's go." He grabbed Wu Ya and was about to leave.

But suddenly, Zhou Yuanxing noticed something was wrong. He was very surprised and his eyes were solemn.

All the portraits around him flew up and spun around. He was dazzled and could see Fang Shao and many other fellow disciples.

"Where are you going? Suppress them!"

Chen Lang raised his left hand and held something in his hand.

Although he didn't have the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand, at this moment, everything was a banner.

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