Chapter 172 Xuantiantu

The rules of the trial before ancestor worship are not complicated.

After they enter the ancestral tomb, a "sky bead" will descend every once in a while. Whoever gets the "sky bead" will be considered to have passed the test of the ancestors and can enter the ancestral temple and be named on the ancestral stele.

But there are ten Dzi beads in total, which is why the top ten are meaningful.

After some minor twists and turns during the night, daybreak arrived.

The green-robed monk holding the ruler gave a few casual instructions, and several fellow disciples immediately responded, carrying away the Jindan killer's body and sending it to the Tianjian Sect to report.

Chen Lang later learned that the blue-robed monk was named Zhou Yuanxing and was a descendant of Zhou Tianzheng.

Chen Lang had some knowledge of Zhou Tianzheng's strength. He was considered to be in the first-tier among the sect's elders, only one level lower than Zhong Haoran, who had been a repeater for a thousand years.

All I can say is that this Jindan reckless man deserved his death.

Although it failed, this night attack made Chen Lang realize that a head-on confrontation was not a good idea. It might not be easy to get through this time, so he had to come up with other methods.

Soon, the vigil was over and dawn arrived.

The monks dispersed and walked across the grass. In front of them was a row of huge blue-black statues standing in the clouds, connected by iron chains. This was the area of ​​the Tianjian Sect's ancestral temple.

"Chen Lang, how about it, are you ready? I hope I'm not wrong about you."

The girl with twin ponytails arrived as promised, holding the canvas in her hand. "They formed cliques and factions, but I only accepted you as my little brother. I heard that you are good at fighting, so don't let me down."

"Of course, I won't let you take action." She said mysteriously, "If you can get rid of them all, I will reward you."

"Okay." Chen Lang looked at the canvas in her hand, "I want this one."

"You have a lot of ambition, and that can be your life goal."

She giggled, then spread out the canvas. It was unclear what was inside, only a chaotic mist.

"This thing of mine is called Xuantiantu."

She said, "I will pull all those targets into the Xuantian Map and trap them. What you need to do is to kill them inside."

"What will happen if we kill him?" Chen Lang asked.

"Don't worry, they won't die. But once they die, their souls will be locked inside. As long as I don't release them, their bodies will become like dead wood, and they will lose the qualification to participate in the competition."

"Pull in their spirits?" Chen Lang asked, "To pull in their spirits, we shouldn't bring any magic tools, right?"

"of course."

"Okay, you start." Chen Lang said.

If you don’t have any magical tools, why would you be afraid of them?

It would be against the will of heaven if I did not possess this treasure.

The girl with twin ponytails looked more solemn. She stretched out her hands to the left and right, and the mist dissipated.

A large map appeared on it.

Her eyes glowed green as she stared at the light spots in the picture. She opened her red lips and said, "I'll send you in now. All you have to do is do this and that."

Chen Lang did as he was told. In an instant, he felt slightly dazed, the surrounding grassland disappeared, and he entered a chaotic space.

He touched his back and felt much lighter, the sword was gone.

At the same time, the jade bracelet on her hand also disappeared.

He sensed the strength in his body and exerted a little force, and thunder appeared on his palm. This showed that the power of the Thunder Pearl had not been taken away and was brought in together.

The evil energy flowed in the thunder, and his physical strength was the same as before.

Moreover, he could vaguely feel the existence of his physical body, and if he wanted to, he could forcibly break through this space.

However, he found that the mark of the Three Life Disk on the palm of his right hand was still there. He turned it gently, and a vague halo emerged. This thing was actually brought in. "Don't worry, this is the soul space. No one's magic weapon can enter, including yours. If you can't hold on, tell me earlier, and I will still give Elder Zhong some face."

There was a giggle coming from the side, but no one was in sight.

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry up." Chen Lang quietly put away the San Sheng Plate.

After a while, chaotic mist floated and several monks appeared.

They looked confused and looked around, thinking that this space was quite strange.

"Brother, have we entered some secret place?" someone asked.

But we didn't fall off the cliff.

Then, they saw Chen Lang.

"No! This looks like the Yan family's Xuantiantu!" Another disciple's face changed drastically. The moment he saw Chen Lang, he knew his intention, "Leave quickly!"

Without saying a word, Chen Lang raised his fist and attacked, knocking the two disciples into halos with one punch.

There was only one person left standing at the back. He folded his arms across his chest, his figure gradually faded, and he seemed to be trying very hard to get away from here.

But Chen Lang would not give him a chance and took care of him with just three punches and two kicks.

Countless halos of light floated in the air, and finally condensed into five or six paintings, hanging in the void.

"It's OK. It's quite fast." I heard the comment.

Then, the void began to wriggle, and several figures emerged.

……

Outside, daybreak had just broken and the game had just begun.

Some people found that their companions were standing still!
The first to experience this situation were ordinary disciples. They thought they were beset by evil spirits. However, this was the ancestral temple of the Tianjian Sect, so how could they be beset by evil spirits?
Then, the same thing happened next to the silver-haired man.

"Brother Wuya, what do you think happened to Junior Brother Song?" Two disciples held one of the disciples' arms and lifted him in front of the silver-haired man.

As they were telling the story, the brother was walking with them and was still talking when suddenly his eyes closed and he fell to the ground.

"What's going on? The first Dzi bead hasn't even appeared yet, and you're already meddling in other people's affairs."

Wu Ya frowned slightly, sniffed his breath, placed his fingertips on his forehead, and withdrew them after a moment.

"Nothing, I fell asleep."

Several junior fellow students were slightly stunned. Are their sleep quality so good?
"Brother Wuya, there may be something wrong." Another disciple rushed over and reported: "Zhong Sheng also said that someone collapsed."

With so many people having problems at the same time, there must be someone causing trouble.

"Xuantiantu!"

Wu Ya realized the situation instantly, took out his walking stick, and stabbed it into the ground. The dark gold color spread in all directions, covering everyone.

"Could it be the one from the Yan family?" someone nearby speculated.

"Yes, it should be Yan Xue'e. The Xuantian map in her hand is her family's ancestral artifact. You can't stop her. If you don't want to be dragged in, don't leave the area I have marked." Wu Ya said.

When the other cultivators heard the word "ancestral weapon", their breathing paused slightly.

Those that can be called "ancestral artifacts" are mostly the treasures of a family. They are usually only seen in the hands of elders. This is just the beginning, and it started before the sky beads fell. Is this the family fight?
Some new disciples were thankful that they had the foresight to follow the big clans when they came. If they had come alone, they would have been eliminated without knowing how.

"But don't worry."

Wu Ya sneered, "Since you are so impatient to take action, then go meet her. I want to send some of you in. Who of you is willing to go?"

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(End of this chapter)