Chapter 188: Ancestral Spirit, but the name is long
The sword was mottled with silver spots everywhere, as if it had been riddled with holes hollowed out by insects.

After stirring it a few more times, the obsession no longer appeared.

"Is it okay?"

At this time, Chen Lang used the system to identify the sword, but he only saw a lot of progress bars that all ran outside the system panel.

After injecting true energy into the sword, before he swung it, Chen Lang felt a terrifying force gathering around him. Countless sword wills emerged. Although they were all weak, they were very numerous.

They condense into green smoke, revealing an unparalleled sense of sacredness.

Chen Lang seemed to sense the nagging thoughts again, so he quickly put them away. He really didn't want to experience it again.

Harmful to the body.

"What a pity, I didn't see the inheritance."

Chen Lang recalled carefully and did not see anything special among the distracting thoughts that had previously filled his mind.

Afterwards, he searched several tombs but did not see any scriptures or Taoist texts.

"It seems there is no branch line." This made him feel a little regretful.

In that case, let’s collect all the obsessions first. Chen Lang is preparing to collect the second furnace.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt a brightness above his head, and countless shadows appeared on the ground, rotating around the center. Looking up, he saw a bright bead leaping into the sky and flying in one direction.

Refresh point!
Chen Lang had an idea. When Murong Zhen came before, he lost him. He thought that this was the second Dzi bead to come into the world, so business was more important.

He ran towards that direction.

Soon, he saw a huge monument, like a big sword stuck in the ground, with only the hilt exposed, standing at the end of the road.

The other direction of the road extends outside the mausoleum and connects to the grassland.

At this time, he heard a rumbling sound. An old man was standing in front of a trumpet-shaped stone statue nearby and said in a deep voice:

"For decades, the Zhou family has protected the peace of the Tianjian Sect, quelled external disturbances, and dealt with internal disputes. They have always been impartial, upright, and have adhered to the soul of our Tianjian Sect. It is a blessing for our Tianjian Sect to have such a pillar."

"Zhou family, Zhou Yuanxing, come and nominate."

After that, a wave of movement passed through his mind, and the old man's eyes shifted to look in the direction of Chen Lang, "Who is eavesdropping here?"

"Have it?"

Chen Lang came out and said, "I am listening openly."

"Are you an ancestor worshipper?" the old man asked.

"Correct."

The old man nodded calmly, saying, "Then what are you doing here? The second Dzi bead has already appeared, and the third one will be out soon. If you miss it, you will have no chance."

"Why don't you just give me one directly? Why make me make another trip?" Chen Lang said.

"what?"

The old man was slightly stunned. It was the first time he heard someone make such a request.

Why don't you go and steal the Dzi beads, but instead come to me to ask for them?

He smiled and said, "My friend, this is a battle experience set by the sect for you. It is not something I can control. I am just a gravekeeper."

"Gravekeeper?" Chen Lang looked at the tombstone next to him. There were many names on it, all very small, but written in vigorous and powerful words.

"Yes, I have been here for more than fifty years, and I have never left for decades. This is the resting place of our ancestors, and it must not be disturbed. You should go back quickly."

"Then I don't think you're very good at guarding it."

Chen Lang pointed at the old man's hand. At the moment, he was holding a pen in his right hand. The pen was a stone-gray color and about the same size as the brush in Zhong Haoran's hand.

"Is this what was used to carve the stele?" he asked.

"Exactly."

"Carving your name means being put on the Heavenly List?" he asked again.

"Yes." "Why didn't you say so earlier?" Chen Lang rolled up his sleeves, "Then bring it here, I'll carve it myself."

"what?"

The old man tried to dissuade him again, "My friend, please follow the rules and go grab the Dzi beads. If you can get them, your name will naturally be on the ancestral tablet."

"Too much nonsense."

Chen Lang moved immediately, using the power of the Thunder Pearl to rush forward to snatch it.

The old man dodged and came to the top of a nearby ancestral tomb, his beard shaking, and he was obviously a little angry.

"Young man, whose disciple are you? Why are you so ignorant of etiquette?"

This is the first time I see someone coming here to steal things. No, it’s the second time. The first one has been beaten out.

Without saying a word, Chen Lang injected his true energy into the sword, then swung the sword directly, slashing vertically towards the ancestral tomb.

The sword has just been made, so I’ll use your old sword to sharpen it first.

"Humph!"

The old man snorted coldly, did not dodge, raised his right hand and took it with his bare hands.

Suddenly, the old man's body shook, his eyes became dazed, smoke came out of his head, and his sparse hair fell off.

Anger, disappointment, sadness, and finally complete confusion emerged in his dazed eyes.

"What kind of sorcery are you doing?"

The old man suddenly woke up, his eyes were cold, this sword was a bit strange, it didn't have any impact on the soul, and the true energy was not strong either, but there was a huge amount of information that was forced into his brain.

Although there was no harm, it was very uncomfortable. He had been guarding the tomb for decades, but the information he received was not as much as in this instant.

"What kind of sorcery? This is a sword spirit!"

Chen Lang swung his sword again. He could see that the opponent was a Jindan cultivator. He was not easy to deal with, but much easier to deal with than the group outside. They all carried Jindan magic weapons and attacked without any ambiguity.

And this old man is distributing Dzi beads, and he has a pen in his hand. In short, he is the boss!
If I don’t take care of you, who the hell should I take care of?
"presumptuous!"

The old man instantly understood why he could not resist this kind of power, because this is the way of swordsmanship. "Tao" is the foundation of a cultivator, just like its name, it will be sensed by the opponent once they fight.

This wouldn't have been a problem, but he had never seen such a long name!
The old man came up with a response strategy, retreated in an instant, and appeared on another tomb, but in another instant, he went back again.

Because if he dodged, the sword energy would split the tomb in half.

This is the tomb of Elder Zhou Tianzheng’s father!

A huge amount of information flooded into the old man's brain again. His head was buzzing and his head was exploding. He hated it so much that he shouted angrily:
"enough!"

When Chen Lang heard this, he thought that this really worked wonders, so he slashed with his sword three times in succession, not seeking strength, but just to overload the old man with information.

But in an instant, his hands were empty, the sword disappeared and appeared in the old man's hands.

"How dare you! You destroy our ancestral tomb. I am ordered by the Tianjian Sect to kill you!" The old man had murderous intent on his face. He raised his sword, condensed a formation out of thin air with his left hand, and grabbed towards Chen Lang.

I have never seen such a presumptuous youngster. Even if you are a disciple of the Tianjian Sect, you can't leave easily today.

Chen Lang was not in a hurry. He took out the Fengming Furnace. The huge furnace tilted and white powder poured out.

"What is this?" The old man retreated temporarily. This man's methods were evil. He couldn't see what was mysterious in the powder and suspected it was some kind of poisonous substance.

"These are the ashes of our ancestors." said Chen Lang.

"I think it's your ashes." The old man said indifferently.

"You don't believe it? I collected hundreds of clay jars to get this many. Do you want it?" Chen Lang said.

The old man was stunned and looked carefully. The color and texture seemed to be real!
"You stop!"

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(End of this chapter)