My cultivation script went astray

Roar!

The huge figure behind Chen Lang rose up, and a great pressure from the ancient world came over him. The wretched fire beast was an ancient king beast, so at this moment, even Chen Lang's aura became ethereal and sacred, like an ancient god.

But he held two banners, emitting black mist, so his aura was mixed with a bit of weirdness, like a polluted god.

He raised his fist and blasted, and with one punch, he blasted away the giant shadows that the two Wuzhongmen disciples were preparing to re-condense. Then a golden bell flew over, and Chen Lang directly clasped his palms and hit it, and the wretched fire beast rushed forward, and its size was even larger than that golden bell.

With a loud bang that shook the sky and the earth, the golden bell was repelled, and the bodies and souls of the cultivators present trembled.

"It's against the will of heaven, shaking the ancestral weapon with your hands."

Beside him, there were cultivators from other sects whispering, they often heard that those who walked the ancient immortal road and cultivated the methods of the ancient royal family of immortals had bodies that were not weaker than the ancestral weapons of the present generation.

There are very few such people in the big sects. I heard that there are also some such masters in Tianluo, but nothing can be more shocking than seeing it with your own eyes.

Chen Lang was not idle. He grabbed the ancestral tree that swept over with one hand, grabbed a vine, and pulled it hard, breaking it directly.

Then he stretched out his hand and pulled the branch, and the green branches and leaves were all broken, and the vine became a bare whip.

"Retreat."

Lu Chen, who was holding the ancestral tree, changed his face slightly. The ancestral tree was a magic weapon handed down by the Qingmu Sect, which can be traced back to a very distant era. Chen Lang's move directly extinguished his idea of ​​trying again.

There is no need to fight anymore.

"Leave my magic weapon."

Chen Lang looked at it and wanted to leave? I have used all my skills. If you leave, won't my skills be in vain?

He rushed forward, ready to snatch the golden bell. This thing is not bad. Fengming furnace lacks a companion.

"Brother, he's coming!" Another disciple of the Vajra Hall was shocked. Seeing Chen Lang rushing over, he even forgot to resist.

Fortunately, the bald man used the sect's secret technique, and the Heng character secret appeared. He was full of golden light, controlling the ancient bell and fighting Chen Lang.

"Kill." The bald man whispered.

Although he always laughed and laughed, he was very powerful. He practiced the Heng character secret to perfection, which was as powerful as the Tianjian Sect's Jian character secret.

Chen Lang only glanced at it, suppressed the big bell with two banners, and used the Jian character secret. Even the person and the wretched fire shadow turned into a sword. It didn't look like a sword, but like a mountain pressing down.

The bald man took a look and decisively stopped, turned around and ran.

He made a move, and Chen Lang combined three moves. There was no way to fight.

A huge golden body Arhat appeared, and Chen Lang's attack hit the Arhat.

"My magic weapon is not compatible with yours, you should look at other people's." The bald man said.

Chen Lang took a look and gave up temporarily. He had already experienced this golden body arhat. It was a very high-level treasure. Zhong Yuling had to use a brush to suppress it before. He didn't bring anyone with him today, so it was difficult.

"What are you looking at? Your sapling is shaking and it's an eyesore." Chen Lang pulled the vine in his hand and rushed towards Qingmu Sect again.

"Breaking through the realm is your luck. If you don't leave when you should, it may become your disaster." Lu Chen and other Qingmu Sect disciples retreated fiercely. It was indeed difficult for them to take down Chen Lang now, but Chen Lang wanted to take them down, but it was wishful thinking.

The former was a public matter, and they could retreat if they couldn't fight, but the latter was a matter of life and death. They were all family disciples and had not yet reached the point of really risking their lives.

But at this moment, something suddenly happened behind Chen Lang.

Above the heads of several disciples of Wuzhongmen, the door of the void opened wide, and a suction force appeared, which caused the true form of the obscene fire condensed by Chen Lang to deform and tear.

"Suppress!" The two disciples frowned. This was a kind of magic, their own bloodline magical power. No one knew how to deal with their own family better than them.

However, Chen Lang was not from the Qin family.

He let the true form of the wretched fire be bound and imprisoned, and at the same time, he approached the two Wuzhongmen disciples with this suction force, punching each of them.

With a crackling sound, their protective light was shattered, and then they were grabbed by Chen Lang and thrown into the gate they summoned.

Then, he also got in, not for anything else, just to see what was in it.

"He entered the Qin family's Hall of Heroes!" A cultivator next to him was surprised.

Hall of Heroes is the treasure of the Qin family. It is said that the lower west gate magical power they used borrowed part of the power of the hall.

"Seal!"

Qin Yue reacted quickly. She used the secret, and several summoned void doors quickly closed.

Seeing Chen Lang break and then stand up, she was about to lose hope, but Chen Lang's move gave her a chance.

If he dared to enter here, he would be trapped and melted into nothingness.

However, just before the last door closed, a hand suddenly stretched out from inside and grabbed Qin Yue's two hands that were making seals.

"What are you thinking? Come in too!"

The Qin family was clear all of a sudden.

The others looked at each other.

"Who's going in to take a look? Ask for information?" asked the bald man in the Vajra Hall.

No one wanted to go.

"I heard that behind the Void Gate is the secret of the Qin family's wealth. Lu Chen, I saw that your eyes were so hot before, and I think you are also interested in the True Transmission of the Dirty Fire. How about going to explore it?"

The bald man said: "I have the Golden Bell, which can cover you."

"I won't go."

Lu Chen decisively refused. This man just wanted to trick him. It's true that he wanted the True Transmission of the Dirty Fire, and he also heard that there were secrets in this door, and there might be good things hidden.

But the official family is so rich, why did the robbers have to go to the wilderness to rob?

"Fight among yourselves. I don't believe he can clean up such a huge ancient site by himself." Other cultivators looked at the ruins of the wretched fire ancient site below and chose to search it again.

...

Inside the Void Gate, there was a vast expanse of white.

After Chen Lang came in, he directly sacrificed the double banners and cast the domain. The white suddenly turned black. There was blood rain in the air, but it could not condense into a blood pool when it fell to the ground. Instead, it made a hissing sound, as if it was fighting against some kind of power.

The faces of the three Wuzhongmen disciples who were caught changed suddenly and they quickly retreated.

"Why are you running? Didn't you invite me here?" Chen Lang stepped forward, and before he could do anything, the Wanhun Banner domain began to take effect. The black fog eroded the three people, making them struggle to resist.

This made the three regret that when they were outside, they still had the gate to resist the Wanhun Banner, but now they were inside the gate, and there was nothing to cover them.

Chen Lang was not in a hurry to kill them, because he noticed that this space had boundaries and was not large. His Wanhun Banner domain was enough to cover the entire space, and these people could not escape.

And on the wall at the boundary, there were words.

Chen Lang looked closer and saw some ancient runes and some beast shadows that looked like Godzilla, which was the Dirty Fire.

When he focused his mind and stared at a picture, the pattern outlined by the lines moved.

The beast began to make various movements, and there were some lines in its body, and the light flowed, which looked like meridians.

Oh my, radio gymnastics.

[Dirty Fire Ancient Scripture]

[Completing]

I saw the system prompt, it turned out to be the Dirty Fire Ancient Art that I had practiced before, is this another fragment?