Chapter 122 A river of blood

Do you really dare to go up?

Chen Lang's formation was already set up, and he only glanced at the sword cultivator, and the sword cultivator's speed slowed down.

The swordsman's body was filled with black air, and thin black lines appeared on his legs, feet, and arms, like a layer of thick mucus that stopped him. Some black mist appeared above his head and turned into a grinning black soul.

With a thud, the swordsman could no longer withstand the pressure and fell to his knees, with the sword in his hand falling.

His realm plummeted and he instantly fell into the Qi Refining level.

A flash of lightning passed by, splitting him into a wisp of smoke. Five black lines appeared in the smoke and merged with the dead souls in the sky.

Number of layers +5.

"What are you thinking?"

Chen Lang shook his head. The formation was already formed. Within his territory, suppressing anyone was just a matter of thought.

He casually dispersed the smoke and dust, and with the help of the formation, he instantly soared into the air and stood on a marble pillar outside the venue.

"Wait a minute! We can talk now!"

The elder circulated his true energy and shouted loudly. He was not afraid of the formation of only three thousand souls, but there were still hundreds or even thousands of people here!

This was a trial, and those who came were either core disciples or members of prominent families. He couldn't even imagine that the Pingtian Church would come here to collect souls, as it had never happened before.

"What are you waiting for? Waiting for you to plot against me?"

Chen Lang waved the flag, and a figure appeared seventy feet away. It was the wealthy man.

Seeing that the sneak attack failed, he directly used the formation to suppress the attack, but Chen Lang used an earth escape talisman and appeared on the stone pillar opposite, just enough to delay for three breaths.

In front of a Jindan master, it is useless to escape by relying on physical speed. Even suppressing him with formations is not enough, so he made coordinates in advance.

In three breaths, he suppressed all the power of the formation on these disciples and the audience.

In an instant, they felt the threat was locked on them and fell into chaos.

"go to hell!"

The wealthy man moved at an incredible speed, running back and forth across the arena in an instant. His hands were spread out with dense palm lines covering Chen Lang, leaving him with nowhere to escape. At the same time, he brought with him a disruptive force that even blocked his earth escape technique.

But this doesn't work for Chen Lang.

Escape again.

Chen Lang returned to his original place, then took a deep breath, raised his hand, and countless thunders appeared.

Most of the cultivators in the venue were in the early or middle stages of foundation building, and a few were in the late stage of foundation building. However, under the suppression of the formation, they all fell back one or two small realms. Hundreds of disciples, who had shallow cultivation to begin with, fell directly to the Qi Refining Stage and were all killed by the first wave of thunder.

Three hundred, five hundred, one thousand.
In just one round, the number of layers of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner increased by nearly two thousand, and the overall number was approaching the five thousand mark.

The stone pillar opposite was shattered, and before the rubble fell to the ground, the wealthy man saw this cruel scene and his eyes turned red.

"Break it for me!"

He punched the sky, and a hole was blasted in the killing array formed by three thousand dead souls. At the same time, he shouted angrily to the elder, "What are you still looking at?"

"Please hold it for a while!"

The elder suddenly stretched out his hand and muttered something. Chen Lang was not afraid at first. He could defeat three thousand souls, and now it would be even easier for him to defeat five thousand souls.

No, fuck you, I just got knocked out of my life with one punch, and only four thousand are left.

What's worse is that Chen Lang felt that the Ten Thousand Souls Banner in his hand was out of control and was about to fly in one direction. In that direction, the elder stretched out his hand to greet it.

Chen Lang was stunned. "How do you know the art of controlling souls? Are you also a flag-raising person?"

He was very familiar with this kind of movement because he had snatched someone else's banner.

But it would have been better if he hadn't said it. Once he opened his mouth, the elder suddenly paused for a moment, as if hesitating. Chen Lang took the opportunity to regain control of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and used the new two thousand souls to complete the formation. He completely released the suppression on the two Jindan masters and pressed hard on the others.

When he spread his hands, there was a vast sea of ​​thunder.

At the same time, Chen Lang sacrificed a small golden tower, which he had snatched from a flag-raising man during the first mission to resist the Pingtian Sect. The grade of the tower was not low, even higher than the bracelet magic weapon he was using.

But, just self-destruct.

This is also learned from that battle.

The explosion occurred in the crowd, directly injuring several cultivators in the late Foundation Establishment stage. They were then suppressed by formations and finally crushed to pieces by thunder.

There were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and not a single survivor.

Countless black lines appeared in the air, adding more than a thousand souls.

The wealthy man was still trying to break through the formation. He looked back and felt a chill in his heart.

The elder was also confused. He didn't know why he kept failing at the crucial moment of the battle.

But Chen Lang couldn't care less about so many things. There were two Jindan masters. One of them blew up his formation with one punch, and the other one could even seize his flag. It was so fucking terrifying.

He decisively waved the flag and collected the souls. Some were incomplete, and he could barely gather a little over 5,000 souls, which was less than 6,000.

Then, throw the escape talisman and run away.

……

The duel arena was littered with corpses.

The flags were burning with flames, and claw-like marks of lightning remained on the beams. The ground was littered with minced meat and clothing. Most of the swords and armor were intact, and the rows of ornamental weapons stood still, flashing a cold light, but they no longer had their owners.

Squeak.

The door opened, and several prisoners carefully opened the door and looked at the scene in the battlefield. Many of them were from the Pingtian Sect and had killed countless people, but at this moment they were also cold and had never seen such a horrific scene. The prisoners after No. 17 were all alive, but except for them, everyone else was dead.

Only two Jindan elders were staring at the corpses scattered all over the ground in a daze.

"My son, my son."

The wealthy man had a confused look in his eyes. He stepped on the pile of corpses and blood, searching in the crowd. Finally, he found half a piece of broken jade. It was his son's amulet, and there was still a faint fluctuation of true energy left.

"Pingtian Sect, Pingtian Sect!"

His eyes were red and he roared. He held the broken jade in his palm and crushed it into powder.

"Don't you just want to see a river of blood?" The elder next to him took a glance and said in his heart, but he didn't dare to speak out loud. His troubles were already big enough.

Soon, a powerful wave appeared and the Lord of Qingsong City showed up. He was a Jindan elder of Qingmu Sect, in charge of many affairs of Qingsong City. He rushed over immediately after receiving the signal.

Then, he didn't speak for several breaths.

"The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls is here?" He finally managed to say this.

"No, it was done by a flag-raiser." The elder in charge of the trial said coldly.

"What about the others?"

"Ran."

"There are still people who raise banners at the Jindan level? Which leader is it? Didn't we just give them sacrifices? Why would they come here to kill us? Isn't this breaking the rules?"

"He is not a leader, but a foundation-building cultivator."

The Lord of Qingsong City was silent for a moment.

He suddenly broke down and cursed: "I think you are the one who raises the banner! Do you think I am out of my mind? A foundation-building person killed so many people, do you think this is killing chickens?"

"So many important people, so many families are implicated, what do you think? Do you want to destroy my Qingmu Sect?"

The trial elder was very indifferent. "That man is called Chen Lang. He is a person valued by the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. He came with a banner and is considered half a leader. I also discovered it in advance, but someone did not listen to the advice, which led to this disaster."

“Who, who doesn’t listen to advice?” The Lord of Qingsong City must be crazy. He could tolerate a few deaths, but if a trial wiped out all the disciples and spectators, even the ancestor would go crazy.

"Him." The trial elder glanced at the wealthy man next to him.

"Are you the one from Ta Town?" The Lord of Qingsong City recognized him as the local tyrant of Ta Town, a Jindan cultivator, whose disciple was training in Qingmu Sect. He should be a spectator today, not an elder of Qingmu Sect.

"What did I do? I just released the seal on his cultivation. You should ask him how he brought the Ten Thousand Souls Banner here and how he got into the prison." The wealthy man said in the same cold tone.

People at their level are very good at shirking responsibility.

"Okay, okay, you are all right, I am the only one who is wrong, right?" said the Lord of Qingsong City.

The wealthy man was furious and roared, "My son is dead, and you don't even consider my feelings and only blame me?"

While several people were arguing fiercely, other elders of the Qingmu Sect also received the news one after another and rushed over, all of them were shocked.

There were two people who had experienced this and they soon found out what had happened.

"What a terrifying flag-raising person."

"According to what you said, the battle only lasted half an incense stick of time. Within that time, he released the soul, set up the formation, killed people, collected souls, and escaped. During the whole process, he also dodged the joint attack of the two of you. Is that right?"

"In addition, he is good at escaping underground. He appears and disappears mysteriously and cannot be stopped."

An elder concluded.

"Is such that."

“What a terrifying flag-raising person! I’ve heard that on the day when the Tianjian Sect and the Pingtian Sect confronted each other, the Sect Master went there and met this person.

But I didn’t expect him to be such a threat.”

Many elders were silent. An assassin who could appear and disappear at any time and release thousands of souls at any time was equivalent to fleeing everywhere with thousands of troops. The destructive power of such a person was too terrifying. It would be a disaster if he went to Pingtian Sect.

No wonder the Lord of all souls came personally to protect the Muslims.

Can understand.

"No need to argue anymore, the disaster is caused by this person's strange methods, not your negligence.

I have informed the leader, you all follow me to Pingtian Sect to ask for the person, and also clean up this place, block the news, and do a good job of the aftermath. "

"Can you come if you want?" an elder questioned.

"We have to come anyway, mainly to get an attitude from Pingtian Sect. If that person insists on breaking the rules and wantonly slaughtering our core members, then it's time for several sects to form an alliance to encircle and suppress Pingtian Sect."

……

However, such a large-scale killing case could not be concealed, and the news spread quickly among the top leaders of various sects.

The Qingmu Sect was alarmed, and the top leaders took action, bringing storms and heavy rain to the Pingtian Sect.

Soon after.

Outside Qingsong City, an old man was running outside the city. He was the elder who was conducting the trial in Qingsong Mountain. He seemed to be looking for something. He went straight into the mountains for hundreds of miles and finally stopped.

"It should be OK."

As he whispered, his figure quickly became shorter, the wrinkles on his face disappeared, his bones became wider, and his whole temperament became much younger.

Then he took out an eagle-face mask, put it on his face, and his voice became heavy and hoarse.

"Why are these two sides fighting? It's really hard to deal with."

(End of this chapter)