My cultivation script went astray

"You, a disciple, are using your life as a bargaining chip to threaten others. You can't be called a generational severancer." Master Qin sighed as he looked at Chen Lang's figure.

"You can choose to ignore him." Zhong Haoran responded.

"That won't work. There must be a beginning and an end." Master Qin said.

Master Qin was also in a headache. He had to fight, protect the Qin family, and not cut off the last seed of the inheritance of the wretched fire. He didn't understand why the situation that was originally favorable to the Qin family turned into what it is now.

Did he do something wrong? He reflected during the battle and didn't think there was any problem with the execution of any step.

Even if Chen Lang destroyed all the wretched fire corpses, it would not affect the plan much. After all, he originally planned to keep Chen Lang.

Maybe he should be killed? Keep the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. At least he is a gangster, and the Tianjian Sect will not risk his life for that guy.

Master Qin regretted it anyway.

But he had no time to regret. Facing countless flying swords that were about to fall, he immediately pinched the magic formula with his hands, and a strange purple-red flame burned between heaven and earth. Before those flying swords fell, they hissed and burned to ashes. Even the golden characters that Zhong Haoran had just written could not withstand this flame.

It was the obscene fire.

Zhong Haoran stood in the air, surrounded by purple-red flames, and could not get within ten feet.

"Your obscene fire method has been cultivated to the right result, so why do you need to analyze it?" Zhong Haoran asked.

He could feel that this obscene fire was extremely strong, with an extremely strong blood pressure, and the Taoism was already very complete. It stands to reason that Master Qin did not need this inheritance.

Master Qin said, "I used reverse cultivation back then, and I was already at this level when I accepted the inheritance of the wretched fire, but this is not a path that normal people can take."

Zhong Haoran nodded. He understood that great cultivators can use the ancient immortal skeleton to forcibly temper themselves and obtain the corresponding bloodline, but low-level cultivators cannot withstand that kind of power. If they want to accept the inheritance, they must practice from the beginning and must analyze the inheritance.

Just like Chen Lang, if his cultivation is stronger and reaches the middle and late stages of the golden elixir, it would not be so troublesome to obtain the wretched fire bloodline. Using his method of obtaining the blood evil body can achieve a similar effect. Many cultivators who take the ancient immortal road have come this way.

"You are responsible for the Qin family." Zhong Haoran looked at the ant-like villains under his feet.

"Nonsense, it's not your North City Zhong family, who can only use each other." Master Qin snorted coldly, and then shouted:

"All elders listen to my orders, block the surroundings, and capture Chen Lang alive."

He cheered up. After all, he was a Yuanying cultivator. Even if he was tied up, he could still entangle Zhong Haoran and protect the Qin family at the same time.

"You can't take him down." Zhong Haoran shook his head.

He actually didn't know what Chen Lang had, but not leaving when he could have left meant that this kid was confident enough.

But Master Qin said, "If you can't take him down today, there's still tomorrow. If you can't take him down tomorrow, there's still the day after tomorrow. Unless you let him go outside the Nine Sects, no one can find him. But are you willing to do that?"

"It's not worth it. There must be a strongest person in every era. Do you want to kill one after another until he appears in your clan?" Zhong Haoran asked.

"Are you heartbroken for your eldest disciple?"

Master Qin condensed the purple-red flame into a ball and bombarded Zhong Haoran, "But this is reality. You've experienced it, so you should see it more clearly."

Zhong Haoran drew a talisman to resist, and his mood was inexplicably low. Maybe this is really reality. At least after the kid was forced to leave, other sects did cultivate a group of strong people, and now they have become the backbone of each sect.

But even if it is reality, does it have to fall on him?

The people around him always have bad luck and frequent disasters, but at least most of them are still alive, isn't this the truth?

That means all these years of hard work are not in vain.

This time, he doesn't want to let reality fall on him again. He doesn't want Chen Lang to follow that guy's old path again, and doesn't want him to experience a life of fleeing everywhere. This can be regarded as compensation for that guy.

It is also compensation for his past.

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The battle in the sky suddenly became fierce.

Behind Zhong Haoran, thousands of golden lights emerged, the earth and the sky trembled, and the sun and the moon lost their brilliance.

As the only two Yuanying cultivators in the Qin family and even the entire Wuzhongmen, Master Qin seemed a little insignificant under this strong blow, and had no power to fight back.

On the other side, the most intense battle should have broken out between him, the Tianjian Sect Master, and the Wuzhongmen Master Qin Fang, but the battle seemed tepid, and it could even be said that it was calm.

Only the occasional passing of the ancient golden chariot and the lingering twisted cracks of the spear in the air hinted that this duel was not simple.

"Damn it, how can this guy be so strong?" The elders of the Qin family seemed powerless. Zhong Haoran was fighting with the hall master, but the magic power he had used before was still suppressing them, causing their cultivation to plummet, and their cultivation was only one tenth of it.

It was just a casual word.

"It can't be dragged on." On the high platform, Elder Mu of the Qin family climbed up from the ruins. As a big family, they were never afraid of fighting and killing, but they were afraid that the battle would spread to their own territory.

From the current situation, the battle cannot end quickly. When the old guys from other sects are attracted, the situation will become more uncontrollable.

Something must be done.

His eyes searched everywhere, and finally fell on Chen Lang.

At the same time, the order of the Qin hall master also spread across the sky.

...

Chen Lang grabbed the Hall of Heroes.

The black house, which is as big as a pallet, is as exquisite as a model, but the surface is mottled, with many cracks, and still retains a bit of destruction.

"It didn't get chopped into pieces by heaven's punishment. It seems to be a good thing."

Chen Lang took a brief look at the Hall of Heroes. He originally thought that this was a Nascent Soul-level thing, and it would be easier to snatch it away than to recognize its owner. However, he did not expect that as soon as he put his soul into it, he would feel a strong sense of intimacy.

"It seems that this thing is destined for me." Chen Lang felt more and more that it was a wise decision to snatch this thing away before leaving. How in line with the way of heaven.

Slipping away.

Chen Lang had no intention of staying longer. He was already satisfied with the Hall of Heroes. His Cursed Bell was still far away. He could feel the general direction and had to get it back quickly.

Light flashed, and an Earth Escape Talisman appeared between the index finger and middle finger.

Snapped!

Suddenly, a sharp wind blade struck and exploded the Earth Escape Talisman in his hand.

Elder Mu's figure appeared nearby, and a dozen monks appeared around Chen Lang, who seemed to be the Qin family's bodyguards.

"Seal the perimeter."

Elder Mu only said one sentence, and then he kicked his toes back violently, leaving a trail of afterimages on his body, and then he flew over and appeared behind Chen Lang.

A hand fell on the back of Chen Lang's neck.

There was only a click, but there was no meaty feeling from Elder Mu's palm, only the sound of the rock breaking when it hit the rock.

Some black crystal fragments flew in the air. Chen Lang used this force to quickly retreat and distance himself from Elder Mu.

"It's hard work to achieve success in your studies. It seems that you have gained a lot."

Elder Mu shook his numb hand and flicked off the black crystal fragments on his hand. This kind of thing was all too familiar to him. It was a hard armor made of crystals on the surface of Erhuo.

Chen Lang stood on the other side, the black crystal behind him gradually disappearing. He glanced at Elder Mu. This was the first time he frowned since he entered the Qin family.

"It's really annoying. It's endless, isn't it?"

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