My cultivation script went astray

Qin Yue's dull eyes became a little more alert, and he nodded and said, "I have seen it, it is my family's heroic spirit."

Chen Lang asked, "I heard that it can be repaired? How?"

Qin Yue replied, "It has soul fragments, which is the immortal ancient Taoism."

"I tried it, but it didn't work." Chen Lang said.

"Don't try it like that. Don't touch those fragments. You should try to communicate and obtain those residual information and soul power."

"How to communicate with dead things?"

"Imagine yourself as the ancient beast of wretched fire, and then use the soul fragments to reconstruct the scenes it has experienced. In simple terms, it is to temporarily "become" the ancient beast of wretched fire, and then you can reproduce his Taoism. The higher the degree of imitation, the more realistic your reproduction will be, and the more complete the inheritance you will obtain."

"You mean, sense of substitution?" Chen Lang asked.

Qin Yue was stunned, not knowing where this word came from. Although it was the first time he heard it, it was easy to understand, "It's a sense of substitution."

Chen Lang closed his eyes, touched the soul fragments again, and began to substitute.

Qin Yue stood by. To be honest, she wanted to kill Chen Lang, but she knew she couldn't. When Chen Lang used the ancient art of wretched fire, she would never be able to do it in her life. Because she was born in the Qin family, she knew the power of the wretched fire inheritance.

So, she chose to die with Chen Lang in the projection of the Hall of Heroes, but she didn't do it, and she didn't die, but she knew that this was the most terrifying.

She thought about it and looked outside the flying boat. The sea of ​​clouds rolled, and she didn't know where she was going.

After standing on the edge and watching for a while, she jumped, but with a bang, a bright light shield floated around the deck and bounced her back.

After a while, Chen Lang opened his eyes and spit two mouthfuls of saliva.

"Damn, why didn't you say earlier that this thing eats grass?"

He tried to sense and analyze some information, but he didn't expect to come to the Qingqing grassland and analyze the fragment of eating grass.

"Why is your head still bleeding? Don't die, I still have something to ask you." Chen Lang said.

"It's like this. After all, the wretched fire was a beast in the ancient times of immortals." Qin Yue was very unhappy.

"How to find useful fragments?" Chen Lang asked again. He could feel that the information was extremely numerous. At this speed, would he have to spend his whole life to analyze the whole life of this thing?

I even want to skip my own plot, okay?

"This is a very slow process." Qin Yue said, "Otherwise, our Qin family would have unified the world long ago, and there would be no other sects."

Chen Lang thought about it, and he thought of a friend who seemed to be good at this.

It's a pity that this friend couldn't be contacted.

No.

"Have you been harassed by the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord before?" Chen Lang asked.

"That wasn't arranged by you?" Qin Yue asked back.

"That's right." Chen Lang was very satisfied with the confirmation. It seems that he has to work on the sedan again.

Go back and find a way to get the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord to come and help cosplay, and then go to the Qin family to collect the remaining things. The problem is how to get the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord to help.

"Kill me." Qin Yue said.

"No, I want a ransom." Chen Lang said.

"You can't come."

"No need for you." With a bang, Chen Lang used the Fengming furnace and locked her back in.

...

When Chen Lang returned to the Tianjian Sect, he saw many people standing outside the west gate, and there were many people.

Even several elders appeared, including Elder Qingguan, Zhou Tianzheng, and even Zhong Haoran.

"What's the matter?" Chen Lang looked back, and the mountains in the distance were dark. Is Pingtian Sect going to go to war with the Nine Sects Alliance?

He didn't receive a new plot task this time, and he couldn't help but feel a little confused, and didn't know what went wrong.

How can I live without a plot.

"Boy, what are you looking at? We are looking at you!" Elder Qingguan asked in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Chen Lang got off the flying boat, "What's the matter?"

"What else? What did you do to the group of outer sect disciples who were executing the ruins?" Elder Qingguan asked sternly.

"Kill him, what's wrong with that?"

"What else?" Elder Qingguan took a breath. Do you know how much trouble you have caused? When he received the news from his disciple Wuya, saying that most of the disciples of other sects died in Chen Lang's hands, and the few remaining survivors were captured by him, he was completely confused.

First of all, let's not ask how Chen Lang did it. The identities of those disciples alone are invaluable in other sects. They are all the most precious elites. They must be the biological descendants or beloved disciples of some great elders, just like them.

"Hurry up and surrender to the alliance." Elder Qingguan pointed outside, "Don't come back to harm my Tianjian Sect."

This matter.

"Okay." Chen Lang thought, if he went back, the hostages would probably be confiscated. "Then I'll leave. If they come, please help me tell them that the hostages are in my hands. Bring the money if they want them."

Where is he thinking about going? Or go to Pingtian Sect to hide?

You really left. The elder of Qingguan was speechless. Zhou Tianzheng said, "How many hostages did you take?"

"Four." Chen Lang said, "Let them in? If not, I'll leave."

There are only four. It seems that most of them are dead. Zhou Tianzheng looked at Zhong Haoran, "Those sects should know about it. No one came, and those people didn't contact us. It means that the situation is serious. What do you think we should do?"

"Come back." Zhong Haoran's eyes moved, "Don't go out for the time being."

...

This time, Zhong Haoran didn't let Chen Lang go back to his residence, but took him directly to Wangyue Mountain.

The small building was still very quiet, but the lights were bright, all the lights were turned on.

Even, Chen Lang felt some obscure fluctuations, and he couldn't tell what it was, as if it was buried underground.

"How did you kill the person?" Zhong Haoran asked.

What? Do you have to remember the process of killing? Who the hell remembers.

Chen Lang wiped his neck with his hand, "That's how I killed him."

However, he also said that there was a thing disguised as an old man, which could eat magic weapons and swallowed the magic weapons of other sect disciples, which really helped him a lot.

"In other words, after their ancestral weapons were lost, you didn't spend too much effort to kill them?"

"Yes."

Zhong Haoran thought for a moment and said, "Don't leave my eyes recently, let alone leave the sect, otherwise someone will kill you. I don't know who it will be, but there will be someone."

He said it very directly and told Chen Lang the specific distance. He once put an ancient mirror in Chen Lang's sea of ​​​​soul, just based on the previous lesson.

"There is this thing?" Chen Lang pondered, could it be that my future mission is here?

"It's okay, I can slaughter his clan."

"Then you have to get out of Tianjian Sect first." Zhong Haoran knew that he couldn't explain it clearly, so he said:

"Do you know why your senior brother betrayed the sect?"

"You say."

"He was as talented as you back then, whether in terms of cultivation or character, well, forget about character, anyway, he was also the best young man in the surrounding continents back then.

Every time he went out to perform a mission, he basically returned with a full load. To be honest, all the treasures belonged to him, and no one dared to compete with him.

This led to a result that the disciples of other sects could only follow him and pick up the leftovers. Whether they could pick them up depended on his mercy. However, those disciples were also the pride of other sects and the hope of other clans. But in this world, valuable things are extremely limited. If one person takes it all, other peers will be useless and will never catch up in their lifetime. Such offspring are not worth cultivating."

"This makes those clans and sects face a choice." Zhong Haoran paused.

"What are the options?"

"Get rid of the first person, or destroy a generation."

"That person, they call him the Generation Breaker."

...