Chapter 111 Siege
Chen Lang led everyone and walked in the mountains for an hour without seeing anyone.

"Where are the people? Where are the sacrifices?" Chen Lang asked.

Didn't we agree on four or five hundred Qingmu Sect disciples? Even if it were four hundred pigs, they would be able to hear a grunt.

The Western leader said, "Don't look at me, I am following you."

Chen Lang turned his gaze to someone else.

"I'm following you too. Don't you want to do the job by yourself?" said the flag-keeper expressionlessly.

"Okay, you won't say anything, right?"

Chen Lang was not surprised. Where there were people, there was the martial arts world, and where there was the martial arts world, there were stupid teammates. It was the same for both the Tianjian Sect and the Pingtian Sect.

Again, how can this be difficult for me?

Chen Lang said, "Stand far away, don't get in the way, and don't help, or you'll come and take advantage of me later."

"Okay, come on."

The Western leader snorted lightly and retreated several dozen feet. He put his hands in his pockets and looked on indifferently.

Of course he has a way to find those people, but since you are so confident, Chen Lang, do you still need our help?

After everyone retreated, Chen Lang activated the soul-controlling technique, and suddenly countless dead souls roared out, forming a black cloud in the sky.

The black cloud spread over an area of ​​five or six miles. After a brief period of chaos, it gradually condensed and some interwoven patterns were born in the black cloud.

Finally, the lines turned into thick, ink-colored lines, and there was a large character:
kill!

"You will be hunted down if you do this." A flag-raising man noticed Chen Lang's intention.

"Wouldn't that be better?"

Chen Lang had no worries at all. It was not that he had absolute confidence in dealing with four or five hundred people, but now that he had swallowed the Thunder Pearl, he had excellent speed. No matter whether he could win or not, he could just run ahead of his teammates when danger came.

Otherwise, what value do these stupid teammates have?
"It's really asking for death."

"I'll withdraw first."

Some soul masters retreated, and the Western leader also retreated to a distance and hid himself.

Their tactics this time were guerrilla warfare, fighting in batches and seeking a quick victory, but their tactics were disrupted by Chen Lang. It was difficult to persuade the damned ghost with kind words, and since he was seeking death and wanted to fight head-on, let him go.

Chen Lang once again activated the Soul Control Technique and rotated the huge words. After all, the world is three-dimensional, and the words are two-dimensional, so they may not be clearly visible in other directions.

After the rotation, he reconstructed another word:

green.

After a quarter of an hour, the word collapsed again and turned into a third word:
Wood.

At this moment, an incense stick of time had passed since he released the words. Most of the others had retreated, and only a few were still standing nearby, waiting for the monks from Qingmu Sect to appear.

Finally, someone couldn't hold back any longer.

"Don't waste your time. The people of Qingmu Sect are not fools. If you make such a big fuss, they will definitely think there is a trap here and will come prepared.

We are few in number, so we should stay in the dark, wait for an opportunity to hunt and catch them off guard."

The one who spoke was the owner of the pink flag. He felt that Chen Lang's approach would only mess things up, but he was also impressed by Chen Lang's ability to control the flag. He didn't even feel tired after throwing out the ghosts and controlling them for such a long time.

As he was speaking, a voice suddenly came.

"Don't turn around, I saw it."

The person who spoke had an indifferent voice. Chen Lang looked over and saw a man in white, flying on a sword, hovering in the air, with a dozen monks descending beside him.

In just a moment, dozens of streams of light swept across the wilderness, surrounding Chen Lang and the Western leader and others.

"coming."

The man raising the flag sighed and had to retreat. The Western leader was far away, so he sneered and just watched without saying a word.

The man in white shirt lowered his head and saw Chen Lang:

"Your Pingtian Sect is too arrogant, brazenly stepping into the territory of my Qingmu Sect." Skip.

Chen Lang waved his hand, and the word "木" disbanded, turning into a huge fist and rushing towards the group of people.

Suddenly, black water filled the sky and they were submerged, with magical weapons and blood falling.

"Brother!"

"Junior brother!"

A burst of screams was heard, and the group of disciples retreated in shock. The later ones were also very far away. They were obviously surprised by Chen Lang's sudden attack. This was not like the style of Pingtian Sect.

The alchemists of the Pingtian Sect were cruel and ruthless. Most people liked to mock them first and then kill their opponents, so they were hated by many people.

"Back."

Chen Lang gave a light rebuke, and thousands of ghosts retreated. At the same time, he waved his flag, and smoke came out from the heads of the corpses on the ground. Some souls merged into the black cloud.

Several flag bearers just raised the white flags and were about to put them away, but the flags froze in their hands, making them very unhappy.

"Insanity!"

At this moment, the disciples of Qingmu Sect became jealous. For those who raised flags, this kind of scene was commonplace, but for them, it was the first time for everyone. The bloodiness of the battlefield greatly stimulated them.

How could they not be angry when they saw their fellow disciples dying tragically and their souls being collected into banners and refined into magical instruments?
"Don't waste your time talking to them."

The man in white shirt actually retreated from the first wave of attacks, but there were a few more bloodstains on his body, which made him look even more fierce:
"Instructions from the sect. If you see someone from the Pingtian Sect, there is no need to say anything. Just kill them. Protect our territory and you will be rewarded based on the number of heads you kill!"

"kill!"

He roared loudly, murderous intent boiling, and his momentum climbed to almost the middle stage of foundation building. Even among the team of the Western Leader, he was not weak.

However, one's own cultivation has never been something that a flag-raiser can rely on.

Chen Lang took the first step and was besieged by more than fifty people. He waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and used countless dead souls for protection.

"What about us?"

The other flag-raisers spoke, but they were ignored and no one attacked them.

"Since he is unwilling to share any of the souls, let him deal with it himself." The owner of the pink banner had a blank expression on his face, and he was the first to step back.

"What if he really takes care of us?" another flag-keeper asked in a low voice.

If Chen Lang really killed them all, what would be the point of having them? How would he report back with an empty banner?

"Oh, it's not that simple." The owner of the pink banner looked at the ghost method that Chen Lang used and suddenly sneered, "Do you think he controls the banner well?"

"Isn't it good?"

"He has no rules at all. He will suffer." The owner of the pink flag commented, and then he retreated into the woods.

Chen Lang controlled thousands of souls and attacked indiscriminately, but soon he realized something was wrong.

The souls are lost too quickly!

In just a few breaths, more than three hundred layers of ghosts were lost, and many were killed by Qingmu Sect disciples. Although some Qingmu Sect disciples died, their numbers could not make up for the losses.

After fighting for a while, the number of levels did not increase, but decreased instead!

This is very illogical.

The Qingmu Sect also noticed the problem, and someone shouted: "He doesn't understand the formation at all!"

"Who will go into his soul with me to disrupt him? The others will surround him from the side and kill him quickly."

The disciples of Qingmu Sect were very organized and quickly divided into three teams. One team attacked from the side, and the other team collided directly into the black cloud. Chen Lang suddenly felt that he had no control over the situation. An internal force was stirring up the souls of the dead, causing its power to be greatly reduced.

The last team disappeared quietly, as if they were planning to launch a surprise attack from behind.

Chen Lang finally realized the problem and turned to ask, "Where is the formation? Bring it here quickly if you have any."

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(End of this chapter)