Chapter 173 There is a master!
Hearing this, Wu Ya's followers were speechless.

Look at what you say, does it make sense?

Since the ancestral artifacts have manifested themselves, only psychopaths would be willing to go in. They want to get some opportunities, not to be cannon fodder.

"If you are willing to go, you can get one thousand spirit stones."

Wu Ya said: "Don't worry, even though she has the ancestral weapon, I will take care of you. I will give you strength later. If you are defeated after entering, I will lead you out."

Family fighting is inevitable, and it would be helpful for him to find out the other party's cards as early as possible.

The followers did not respond immediately and were all hesitant. The name of "Ancestral Weapon" was too fierce. Although they were all from the same sect and could not kill each other according to the sect rules, what could they do if something really happened?
It's not just one or two outer disciples who have gotten into trouble while on missions.

"Three thousand."

Wu Ya did not dissuade him, but just made a ruthless offer.

"I'll go," said one of the followers.

The price of three thousand spirit stones is equivalent to seven or eight missions and more than a year's spirit stone salary of the sect. It is necessary to fight like this to kill dozens of Pingtian Sect alchemists.

"I'll go with you." Another disciple in the early stage of foundation building came forward. Facing a golden elixir-level magic weapon, he was not sure of victory, but he was quite confident that Wuya could rescue them. After all, Elder Qing had a good reputation.

"Okay, you leave the circle. I will bless you with the Buddha's Light Staff to protect your souls."

He raised his wooden Zen staff and lightly touched the two men's brows, casting a layer of dark golden light on them, and then let the two men walk out.

“Just release your soul power and let her discover it.

Once you are pulled into the illusion, fight her directly without holding back. "

The two of them did as they were told, and sure enough, within ten breaths, they became dazed, closed their eyes, and the light between their brows began to flicker.

"Brother, have they been captured by Xuantian Realm?" someone asked.

This is really a strange magic weapon. If you don’t see the owner of it and you really encounter it outside, you will die without knowing how you died.

"Don't worry, nothing will happen with me here."

Wu Ya picked up the Zen stick and tapped the two men’s brows to stabilize their minds.

But soon, he raised his brows slightly, because the light became unstable again, which meant that the two people were about to collapse.

"After not seeing you for a year, Yan Xue'e's methods have become much more sophisticated."

Wu Ya was a little surprised. He had fought with Yan Xue'e before and knew her methods very well.

Suddenly, he smiled faintly, "Have you been discovered? Want to forcibly cut off the connection?"

With a serious expression, he slammed the Zen staff into the ground, formed seals with his hands, and two small swords flew out from his fingertips, stabbing at the two disciples' eyebrows.

"out!"

Then, his body shook and he took two steps back.

The light between the two disciples' eyebrows went out.

The followers were stunned.

"Mistake! Don't talk to me while casting the spell!" Wu Ya patted his sleeves with a dark face.

Yan Xue'e is becoming more and more difficult to deal with. I don't know what new tricks she has come up with. I'm afraid she will be ranked in the top five this time.

But I won’t let you succeed that easily.

"Yes, yes, yes." The follower responded. It was rare that the boss would be embarrassed.

"Let's do it again. Who of you will go?" Wu Ya said.

The followers kept silent and were unwilling to go.

"Five thousand." Wu Ya offered a price.

Now that they have come to your door, there is no reason not to fight back.

If he doesn't break Yan Xue'e's trick now, he might be dragged into the Xuantiantu himself.

Still no one responded.

Wu Ya frowned slightly. When did you become so arrogant? You don't even look down on five thousand spirit stones? Suddenly, he remembered that he forgot to remind her:
"Don't worry, their souls are just imprisoned, they are not dead. I will see her after the ancestor worship is over and will ask her to release them."

"Oh." The follower was relieved.

"I come."

"And I."

Wu Ya picked three more people, all of whom were cultivators with solid foundation and good qualifications.

The three of them walked out of the circle, and not long after, they were locked by the Xuantian Map again.

This time Wu Ya was well prepared, holding a sword in his left hand and a talisman in his right hand, ready to suppress at any time. But before he could make a move, the three people were detained. Seeing the three people lying on the ground like zombies, he was speechless for a moment.

Is it that fast?
"Brother, I!"

"I me me!"

Without waiting to be reminded, five or six more people prepared to be cannon fodder.

It’s so easy to make money from spirit stones!
He is not afraid that the big brother will not pay him afterwards. Otherwise, with this kind of style, why would so many people be willing to follow him.

"Forget it, your cultivation is too weak, don't go and die." Wu Ya refused.

The main thing is that his wallet is a bit too tight, and spirit stones are not used in this way.

"It's a bit interesting."

Wu Ya narrowed his eyes. If things went as expected, not only him, but other families were also facing the same situation. There were not many people who could conceal the secrets of heaven and resist the power of the Xuantian Diagram.

At this time, someone called him.

"Wuya, someone of yours has lost his soul too?"

The one who spoke was the man in blue holding a ruler, it was Zhou Yuanxing. There were not many people around him, Fang Shao and a little fat man were among them, each of them was supporting an unconscious fellow disciple.

"Yes, I lost several lives." Wu Ya said.

"Xuantiantu?"

"Well, the other party might have a master." Wu Ya judged. He suspected that someone was working with Yan Xue'e.

"Maybe? Didn't you send someone there? Didn't you figure it out?" Zhou Yuanxing was surprised.

"They were suppressed too quickly, and I failed to rescue them." Wu Ya was too embarrassed to save face, and he didn't know what tricks the other party used. He sent five people in successively, but didn't get any information.

"She went a bit too far." Zhou Yuanxing said, "Her opponent is us. She shouldn't attack these people."

Wu Ya snorted coldly, "Hasn't Yan Xue'e always been so shameless?"

"I'll go take a look." Fang Shao said.

"Don't act rashly. Xuantiantu is her domain after all. So many people have been killed." Zhou Yuanxing rejected it. "Just find her real body and ask her to release them."

"I'm sure I can get out of this predicament," Fang Shao said, "I'm just helping you find out who's teaming up with her."

"Alright."

……

Chen Lang stood in the chaotic space, surrounded by various portraits.

"Is it okay? Do you want to continue?" The girl with twin ponytails came with an excited voice.

Chen Lang's fighting ability was beyond her expectations. So far, he had killed more than 30 people, almost eliminating one-third of the participants in the ancestor worship.

"Yes." Chen Lang responded.

"How long can you hold on? If you can't hold on, tell me."

"You shouldn't ask such sensitive questions." Chen Lang said.

From time to time, someone would appear, and he would kill them with a bolt of lightning. If one bolt of lightning wasn't enough, then he would use two. If two weren't enough, then he would use all his strength to kill them.

Anyway, he has the Sansheng Plate to restore his strength. Are there many people? The more people come, the better.

"Is this thing of yours a magic weapon?" Outside, the girl with twin ponytails also realized something was wrong. She knew the entire picture of the Xuantian Diagram. She used to think that the golden disc on Chen Lang's right hand was some kind of magical power of his, but now the more she looked at it, the more strange it seemed. It looked more like a magic weapon.

Is my ability to control the ancestral weapon so strong? Even the magic weapon can be sent in.

"The people detained are a bit weak, so let's arrest all the people from those families." Chen Lang did not answer her question, "I will suppress them all at once."

"That sounds nice." Yan Xue'e said, "You've seen their methods before. They can't be contained."

"That's still your cup of tea."

Chen Lang casually killed a confused disciple who was detained and turned him into a painting.

At the same time, he was also observing these "portraits". According to Yan Xue'e, they were all souls whose intelligence was temporarily suppressed and they were in a state of half-life and half-death. As long as they were not released, these people would be imprisoned there forever.

But Chen Lang always felt that this method was inexplicably familiar.

Suddenly, he remembered, so he closed his eyes and silently recited the Soul Control Secret.

Then, these portraits were no longer chaotic, but spread out into circles, forming a rotating ring around Chen Lang.

Chen Lang suddenly opened his eyes.

"Fuck, the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

(End of this chapter)