Chapter 190 Chen Lang's Ancestral Weapon

As he was speaking, all the disciples outside heard the news and rushed over.

A large group of disciples came to the depths of the ancestral mausoleum and saw Chen Lang standing on the observation deck, with Zhou Yuanxing beside him. They immediately understood what had happened.

"Chen Lang! What are you doing again?" someone scolded.

As soon as they heard the voice, they felt something was wrong. That was not the tone of the temple keeper.

"Your name is Chen Lang, right?"

The temple keeper asked, "You know that a thief is guilty and you hide your name. Are you on Elder Chen's side?"

"Yes." Chen Lang responded indifferently.

"He is not." Zhou Yuanxing helped to clear himself of the matter. Elder Chen was in charge of guarding Tianchi Lake and had always been conscientious. He could no longer endure such slander.

"He's doing bad things again."

The silver-haired man Wu Ya looked at the temple keeper next to him and said, "Elder, please arrest him. This man has no respect for his elders and has committed many evil deeds. This is not the first time."

“No wonder.” The temple keeper sneered, but since so many people had come, he was not in a hurry to take action. “I just heard what he said. Since it’s your business, you can handle it yourselves.

Once that is done, the trial will continue."

He stood by with his hands behind his back. What's the point of handing it over to the sect? Those people are too principled, unlike this bunch of hot-blooded disciples who are more ruthless in their actions.

People who don't follow the rules cannot be dealt with by the rules. Let them see the beating of society first.

"Are you ready?"

This time, Chen Lang no longer hid anything. He took out two yellow flags, and without retreating or avoiding, he faced the oncoming people and stuck them into the ground.

Woo!
The wind was blowing.

The stone slabs on the ground suddenly became old and blue, and then were covered in black. There were many stone sculptures around the ancestral tombs, which were infected at this moment. Their eyes opened and they were filled with murderous intent.

The dazzling sunlight quickly dimmed, a strong wind came, the sun turned blood red, and hung weakly in the sky.

"Certainly."

Zhou Yuanxing took out a ruler and tapped it lightly, drawing a clear line around him. A bloody hand stretched out from the ground and grabbed his ankle. He glanced at it, and the palm and fingers retreated with a hissing sound.

"Are you finally willing to use your Ten Thousand Souls Banner?" The silver-haired man Wu Ya was not afraid at all. His eyes were unusually bright and he was full of fighting spirit.

Previously in the Xuantiantu space, Chen Lang relied on his advantage to suppress him, but now it is different. He wants to see how capable Chen Lang is, as he dares to insult and act lawless in the Elders' Council repeatedly.

With a bang, he slammed his Zen staff on the ground, dispelling a large area of ​​haze. A dark golden light coated his body, and the diffuse black shadows hit him, making a tinkling sound, as dense as raindrops.

This frightened the followers beside Wu Ya. Was this the Ten Thousand Souls Banner? Just by casting it, it had such a high attack density. If there were no magical instruments above the Golden Core level to resist, the cultivators at the Foundation Establishment stage would be torn to pieces very quickly.

This magic weapon is definitely at the golden elixir level.

"The Banner of Ten Thousand Souls? Good boy." The temple keeper took a glance and saw that Zhou Yuanxing and the others were safe and sound. He also held his breath quietly and entered a very strange state, as if he had become invisible from the field of the Banner of Ten Thousand Souls. No demons or monsters attacked him.

At this time, more people rushed over and saw ghosts crying and wolves howling in the distance. They were all very surprised. How could the sacred ancestral tomb become like this?
"Damn it, it's Chen Lang!"

Yan Xue'e was overjoyed and said that Chen Lang would not give up easily and must be causing trouble somewhere.

She hesitated for a moment and wanted to rush over to help, but she was hesitant because she was punished for taking action in the ancestral mausoleum last time.

"Don't go."

Su Qingchan saw what she was thinking and said, "I suggest you cut off ties with him first, so as to avoid being implicated later." "Isn't he afraid of being punished for this?" Yan Xue'e calmed down.

"Perhaps you should be more concerned about whether he can win the fight." Su Qingchan was not worried about whether Chen Lang would be punished. He had survived the Tianchi incident. Now this incident did not cause any loss of resources, and there were no outsiders present, so it would not bring shame to the sect. As long as the ancestral tomb was not demolished, he could not be punished even if they fought to the death.

"Why is he making trouble here?" Seeing this, Zhong Sheng didn't know what to do, so he could only stand aside and watch.

"Boss! I'm here to help you!" More people came, mostly followers of big families. The fat man saw that Zhou Yuanxing was being targeted and wanted to rush forward.

"The weak ones should stay away."

Chen Lang glanced at it, activated the other banner, and threw it out suddenly. It fell to the ground, and the haze spread in all directions, infecting a large area of ​​land.

Immediately, the flesh and bones that were eroded and were rushing in the front saw the blood and screamed in agony.

"Back off!" Wu Ya frowned and pointed his Zen stick in the distance. A dark golden light appeared on the group of people. There was another clinking sound, protecting them from leaving the area.

"Chen Lang, do you want to kill people in front of your ancestors?" Zhou Yuanxing said.

"Take care of yourself first."

Chen Lang officially took action. Several blood-red hands gathered in the field. This was the power of the black flag field, which was released at the thought of a thought.

What's the prohibition of using banners, what's the prohibition of killing within the sect, that's all based on the premise that he can complete the task. But since a bunch of people are focusing their fire on me with ancestral artifacts, if I don't take out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to fight back, it would be an insult to the title of Lotus Sect Leader.

The bloody hand moved towards Wu Ya, trying to kill Zhou Yuanxing, but Zhou Yuanxing just waved his ruler and the bloody hand disappeared, along with the black flag area being suppressed.

This kind of power surprised Chen Lang. Su Qingchan had mentioned this to him before, but the power of the ruler was still a little bit beyond the model. So he stopped attacking actively and gathered all his strength around him for protection.

But the next moment, the real attack just came.

When Zhou Yuanxing struck the ruler for the second time, Chen Lang felt a strong murderous intent locking onto him. The dark air currents on the ground surged, suppressing him as well.

The knocks fell on the body.

The San Sheng Disk in Chen Lang's hand burst out with brilliant golden light. Blood was flowing out of his mouth and nose, and he barely took the attack.

"Okay, that's cruel enough." Wu Ya commented calmly. It was easy to see what Chen Lang was thinking. Zhou Yuanxing's ruler could not be avoided, so he did not hesitate to suppress himself to reduce the attack.

Then, a layer of gold covered his body, and he punched Chen Lang to death.

Chen Lang did not dodge at all and fought him head-on with several moves.

The Sansheng disk reversed and the condition gradually recovered.

"He has this thing. It's useless to consume him." Zhou Yuanxing said. He saw Chen Lang's purpose. More and more people came. Those who could not threaten Chen Lang would become Chen Lang's helpers instead.

"Then let's take care of him in one move. I'll see how you recover." Wu Ya also knew how powerful Chen Lang's recovery ability was. He began to accumulate strength, and while pinching his hands to exert magical powers, a statue of a god appeared behind him.

Around Zhou Yuanxing, some grass debris also flew over, emitting a faint sword intent.

"Do you still want to try this? I'll give you a surprise."

Chen Lang had seen that sword technique of his, which was the secret technique of the Tianjian Sect, but he had not learned it. If he fought head-on, he would definitely suffer a loss.

But do I, Chen Lang, look like someone who would fall into the same trap for the second time?

He swung his sword violently, and all the anger, unwillingness, regret and other complex negative emotions burst out from the black sword.

"You want to use the sword? Taste my sword spirit!"

(End of this chapter)