Chapter 112 The Power of Thunder
He remembered that when they were on an overseas mission, those flag-raising people did not use much of their souls, but when they built a killing formation, their power was greatly increased.

But today, he controlled three thousand souls, but it didn't have much killing effect. It would be better if he did it himself.

"I'm asking you a question." Chen Lang repeated.

"Should we give him a formation?" someone asked in a low voice.

"He is so strong, why does he still need this kind of thing?" The Western leader stood in the distance, indifferent. He had expected this situation.

The owner of the pink banner kindly advised: "It's too late for you to learn now. Hand over the banner and we will take care of it."

If you don't give me a few pulls, I'll fall.

That's just icing on the cake. Do you really think it's helping someone in need?
Chen Lang ignored him and continued to attack, ready to kill everyone first.

The dozen or so people who rushed into the black cloud used their magical powers or summoned magical weapons to bombard the area. They were quickly wounded, but their momentum was strong. They turned around to see that the other team was still unable to break through, and shouted:

"We have already started to disrupt the situation, why don't we do it soon?"

“But it’s not in chaos?” The other team was a little confused. They only saw the ghosts were like glue, quickly returning to their positions after being disrupted, and they still couldn’t get in.

"retreat."

The white-shirted man in the lead was also confused. What rank of flag-raising person was this? So steady.

"Yes, he is the only one who took action today, so his rank must be high."

The man in white shirt glanced at Chen Lang. Although he didn’t know him, he could see clearly the shortcomings of Chen Lang’s control. He immediately had an idea and shouted:

"Where is Brother Huitong?"

"I am here."

"Suppress it and we will protect you."

"it is good."

A fat monk appeared. He slowly straightened his clothes, sat cross-legged, put his hands together, and then chanted scriptures.

"good."

The words penetrated the soul, and invisible sound waves were emitted, causing dozens of undead souls to stop and then turn into light smoke.

Bang bang bang.

More souls were disappearing. Seeing this, the Qingmu Sect disciples were overjoyed and said, “Stand in front and help Senior Brother Huitong protect the Dharma!”

Damn, can we still play like this? Chen Lang turned his head again, "Is there any way?"

He didn't believe that these guys had never seen this method before.

The owner of the pink banner said as usual, "Give us the banner and we can take care of it."

Chen Lang stopped asking and continued to support himself.

There are more and more Aoki clan members. At the beginning of the battle, there were only dozens of them, but now there are more than two hundred of them, and they are gradually gaining the upper hand.

This made some flag raisers start to worry, "Are we really not going to take action? If the soul flag falls into the hands of the enemy, it will be very troublesome."

This situation is a bit tricky, but there are ways to deal with it. Most of the formations they use can prevent the means of liberating the souls of the dead.

Manipulating the souls of the dead is like arranging troops and forming an array. Even if the lowest-level array is formed, the lethality can be increased by three times, which is much stronger than relying on the weak intelligence of the souls of the dead and attacking randomly.

"If it falls into their hands, they won't be able to use it. Don't worry, it's all within expectations." The Western leader remained calm, and even gradually became happy. If Chen Lang died in the chaos today, it would be worth it even if he lost a flag. After all, it was not the first time. How much more could the punishment be?
"If he dies in the battle later, we will withdraw directly. There is a mark on the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and we will find it sooner or later." The Western Leader gave the order, staring at Chen Lang's movements, ready to abandon him at any time.

"Okay." Seeing this, the owner of the pink banner had no choice but to nod. It could be seen that Chen Lang's situation was taking a turn for the worse and there was no way to save him.

It would be better for them if such people died.

But just as he finished his words, a white light illuminated his face. The Western leader was standing behind the jungle, and the outline of the leaves was clearly reflected on his face, which was pale.

Click!

A flash of lightning passed by, and the snow waves intertwined, submerging the ground. The disciples surrounding the fat monk, the disciples rushing from afar, and the disciples who were about to rush over to attack Chen Lang were connected by lightning, and flames and burnt smells were emitted along with screams.

In an instant, a large number of Qingmu Sect disciples were killed or injured. This sudden change shocked everyone and made them feel cold.

"Retreat quickly! It's a trap!"

The white-shirted disciple had charred skin and curly hair. He held the sword, but electricity was ripples on the sword, making him tremble all over and unable to hold it steady.

They thought they had the upper hand by fighting with their brothers, but they didn't expect that someone could use the power of thunder. They stood so densely that the thunder could exert its full power.

If they had such a method, why didn't they use it earlier? This was clearly a deliberate attempt to trick them into clustering!
"This"

The owner of the pink banner was about to leave when he was shocked by the reversal. He remembered that this man had used this method to kill a group of people from their southern branch before.

"Did you expect this?" someone asked.

The Western leader was also stunned for a moment, "Does he have such means? I didn't see it in the Yanxi Mine."

"You are too late in reporting." The flag-raising man next to him said coldly.

This made the Western leader very angry. "What does a little skill mean? How can such a big sect like Qingmu be killed by a thunderbolt? What can we do then?"

The flag-keeper next to him ignored him and instead crept forward with his weapon in hand. He thought this airborne leader had some ability to eliminate this threat, but it turned out he was just a fool.

But they couldn't watch any longer. If they continued to watch, Chen Lang would kill all his opponents and there would be no place for them.

This Chen Lang is extremely powerful. He controls the banner with one hand and controls thunder with the other. He can use thunder to fight in groups, and he can also rely on the banner to kill enemies of higher levels. If he learns a few more formations, he will basically have no weaknesses.

He is truly a natural flag bearer.

"receive."

Chen Lang waved his hand and collected another batch of fresh dead souls, preparing to strike with thunder again, but he saw that the disciples of Qingmu Sect had retreated far away and dispersed.

"Come here."

Chen Lang laughed and said, "Weren't you so brave just now?"

When the disciples of Qingmu Sect heard this, they were extremely angry, but they were also really scared. This man seemed reckless for calling them all here, but he actually had other plans. He was terrifyingly calm from beginning to end.

"Not going up? Then call for help." Chen Lang said.

He didn't want to fight anymore. After fighting for a long time, his level didn't increase and he even lost a lot. He decided to learn a soul-controlling formation and come back to fight.

"Don't worry, hold on a little longer, the reinforcements are on the way." Someone said, trying to dissuade the Qingmu Sect disciples who were going crazy with killing intent.

Chen Lang heard it and just smiled without saying anything.

At this time, a voice was heard.

"Are you Chen Lang from the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed to be louder than the previous thunder. Some people were puzzled, "The dung immortal? The one who dumps dung?"

This name is well-known, and people from sects thousands of miles away have heard of it. As the Qingmu Sect is a close neighbor of the Tianjian Sect, it is naturally known to everyone.

This made them fearful. They used to talk about it as a joke, but now that they met on the battlefield, they could no longer laugh.

Those who are famous are not simple people. No matter whether their reputation is good or bad, there are countless heroes in this vast continent, and nine out of ten of them are nameless and buried in the dust of history. It is a skill to be remembered by others.

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows slightly and looked in the direction of the questioner.

The one asking the question was the fat monk. He clasped his hands together and said to Chen Lang, "Thank you for not killing me."

Chen Lang looked at him indifferently. He had used Thunder just now to indeed bypass this person because he wanted the magical power to liberate the souls of the dead so that he could have the best of both worlds. He couldn't stay in Pingtian Sect forever and had to consider the future.

"It's me." Chen Lang said.

His thunderous methods had been witnessed by others, and his entry into the Pingtian Sect had also caused a lot of buzz, so it was not surprising that he was recognized.

Then the fat monk questioned him:
"Since you are from the Tianjian Sect, why do you help the tyrant and work for the Pingtian Sect?"

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(End of this chapter)