Chapter 133: Long time no see, brother
He first came to the nearest map location. According to the prompt, there were alchemists from the Pingtian Sect here, acting as bait.

This is a small mountain town with a population of no more than a thousand. When Chen Lang arrived, smoke and dust were already rising. The roads were empty, with only a few corpses to be seen occasionally.

"Help, save me"

In the weeds, a monk was lying on the ground with his hand stretched out. He was covering his left heart with blood spurting out from between his fingers.

Chen Lang walked over and asked, "Who are you?"

"Pingtian Sect." The monk's face was pale. "We were on a mission, but the Tianjian Sect came to kill us. Please save me and help me go back to report to the leader."

"Sorry, I'm from the Tianjian Sect." Chen Lang said.

"Aren't you the one who raises the banner?" The monk's hand fell limply and just happened to rest on the handle of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner exposed at Chen Lang's waist.

"I am the captain. If you save me, I will reward you handsomely in the future." The monk withdrew his hand and reached towards his abdomen.

"No need to wait, you can thank me now."

Chen Lang took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and hit him to death with one blow. With a wave of the flag, he got the fourth level of souls.

It seems that the people from Tianjian Sect have taken the bait.

Chen Lang unfolded the banner. He brought two today, one was his own, with more than 6,000 souls, and the other was robbed, with more than 4,000 souls.

Capturing people from the Tianjian Sect will not be easier than the Qingsong Mountain Trial.

But just as I finished cleaning up, someone suddenly shouted from behind:

"who!"

Chen Lang turned his head, a little surprised.

The visitors were a man and a woman. He recognized them as the crazy monk and the female monk who saved the dying and the wounded that he had seen during the first outer sect trial.

What, a professional sacrifice?

Chen Lang was not pretending to be a man, so the two recognized him. Their faces changed slightly, and then they were delighted. "Chen Lang? Is it you?"

The female cultivator put down her sword and was about to come over happily, but the crazy cultivator next to her reached out his hand to stop her, his eyes fixed on Chen Lang:

"You escaped from the Pingtian Sect?"

"No." Chen Lang replied.

"Junior sister, you can't go over there." The crazy monk grabbed the female monk's arm and his attitude became firm.

"What are you doing? He is from our Tianjian Sect." The female cultivator was displeased.

"But he has been refined into a puppet, so it's not certain whether it is him or not." said the crazy monk.

There has been no news from the Tianjian Sect since they parted that day. Unlike the top leaders, the disciples of the Tianjian Sect lack intelligence channels and know very little about the news of other sects.

"Don't I know whether he is him or not? Even if he is, so what? He saved your life before. Do you have any conscience?" The female cultivator opened his hand and wanted to rush over.

Chen Lang tapped the flagpole lightly with his index finger. According to his usual style, he should have taken action directly, but he thought for a moment.

But at this moment, a huge sword flew over and rushed straight towards Chen Lang.

Chen Lang slapped his palm, thunder surged, knocked the big sword away, and flew back to the owner's hand with thunder.

"Go back!"

The crazy monk's face changed. He had seen the power of the Thunder Pearl and pulled the female monk to retreat, but the owner of the big sword behind him snorted coldly, condensed his true energy in his right hand, and ignored the thunder and took it forcibly.

Crackling arcs of electricity sounded in his hands, and were finally strangled in his palms.

A mouthful of sweet and fishy taste overflowed from his throat. He swallowed it secretly, his face calm and calm:

"It's you after all."

At the beginning, when Chen Lang came back from the Black Mountain Spirit Mine, he was the first to raise the flag of opposition, because he had long realized that this person would be a disaster if he went to the Tianjian Sect.

Unfortunately, the elders did not listen and allowed it to grow. Now, as expected, it not only joined the Pingtian Sect, but also took control of the Blood Flag.

"You finally revealed your true identity. Let me ask you, are you Chen Lang now?"

"If you admit it, I can spare your life. If you deny it, I will kill the puppet today."

"Why, do you still need to consider it?" The other party said indifferently. "Who are you?" Chen Lang thought for a while and gave up.

The other party was silent for a moment.

"This is Senior Brother Lu Youzhi." The female cultivator hurriedly explained, "Senior Brother Lu, don't be like this. Chen Lang is only like this because he is being manipulated by the Pingtian Sect. He is not that kind of person. Otherwise, why would he have tried so hard to help us in that trial?"

The crazy monk was silent. He was also a little conflicted. It was true that they had fought side by side that day, but the blood flag that Chen Lang was holding now was also true.

"Chen Lang, come back with us. Elder Zhong has boundless magical powers and will definitely have a way to help you remove the brand." The female cultivator tried to persuade him.

"It's meaningless. He is just using this as a cover to commit crimes."

Lu Youzhi coldly judged, "Some outer sects with weak wills, unable to survive on their own, turned to the Pingtian Sect and became part of the gang that burned, killed, and looted."

"you're right."

Chen Lang nodded, then took the banner and summoned the soul.

Woo!
In an instant, the sky was filled with dead souls.

However, a bright orange incense burner appeared and hovered over the three people's heads, making them invulnerable to all kinds of attacks.

"Anything else to say?" Lu Youzhi asked.

But this question was not asked to Chen Lang, but to the female cultivator next to him.

He wanted to prove that he did not do it, and that it was Chen Lang who did it first.

The female cultivator was ashamed, but still did not give up. "Chen Lang, this is Senior Brother Lu's family treasure. Don't be so stubborn. No matter how great your contribution is, they will not let you go. They will only hold you tighter."

Chen Lang's attention was on the incense burner. "Family treasure? It's quite a powerful thing."

"You are an ordinary cultivator, of course you have never seen a spiritual weapon."

Lu Youzhi responded that this was one of the heritage of the Tianxi Lu family. It was a magical weapon that contained spiritual energy and had been in the hands of several Jindan masters. His family was also a Jindan family, and his grandfather passed it to him as a protective magic weapon.

This is also his trump card. Even if the Blood Flag Wielder comes, he is not afraid.

"is it?"

Chen Lang tried to condense a suppression formation, and sure enough, the incense burner emitted orange light and hung above their heads, as unbreakable as a tortoise shell.

This thing must be destined for me.

Chen Lang had an extra talisman in his hand. He recorded a coordinate and threw it out, sticking it to the bottom of the incense burner that was turned upside down.

"I have informed the elders, and we will capture him together later." Lu Youzhi was very calm. Although Chen Lang had the blood flag, his cultivation level was there.

But the next moment, he found that the orange halo under his feet disappeared, and the incense burner inexplicably flew thousands of feet away, exposing the three of them to the formation.

"Suppression."

The formation pressing down on their heads showed its power, and the realms of the three people dropped sharply. A rope appeared in Chen Lang's hand, and he tied up the astonished Lu Youzhi and the other two, then affixed a ground escape talisman and disappeared.

Thousands of miles away, the Southern Sect Leader was sitting in meditation. Suddenly, a bright light appeared in the sky and three people fell out of it, tied up with ropes.

"Where is my Fengming Furnace?" Lu Youzhi exclaimed.

……

Chen Lang took away the golden incense burner, tried to offer sacrifices, and finally succeeded in branding it. He changed it to the size of a palm and it fell into his hand, feeling heavy.

There is still some dust and slag in the incense burner, and you can faintly smell some medicinal fragrance.

"Damn, he's worthy of being an inner sect disciple. He's different if he has a family." He explored it briefly and found that the object was extremely hard. The Seven Star Sword could not leave the slightest mark on it. No wonder even the Ten Thousand Souls Banner could not suppress it.

After taking it away, Chen Lang put on a human skin mask and began to search nearby. Since there were inner disciples of Tianjian Sect around, the big organization must not be far away.

In the evening, Chen Lang found the organization in a village near the mountains.

There are not many villagers in the town, but the lights are bright and there are many tents.

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(End of this chapter)