Chapter 252 Cleanup
"It won't be."

Zhou Yuanxing's face changed, he thought of a person. My father Zhou Tianzheng once mentioned that there was a strange man in Tianluo.

"Don't take out the magic weapon!" Murong Jing shouted coldly and quickly retreated.

"I've been preparing for so long, how can I let you go?" The young old man came behind Murong Jing like a ghost and patted her.

His movements were not fast, giving ample opportunities to fight back, but cultivators below the foundation building stage could not take his attack unless they took out their ancestral weapons.

Fortunately, the elder of Wuzhong Sect caught up and slapped the young old man on the back. The red tasseled spear pierced through his heart and returned to his hand.

"Hand over my magic weapon!" he shouted.

At this moment, all firepower was concentrated on the old man. Chen Lang was very surprised. Was this part of the plot?
I was wondering why they arranged such a strong opponent, it turns out that this old man is one of our own.

I don't know what this move of swallowing the ancestral weapon alive is, it's so awesome, I want to learn it.

The young old man suddenly spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and something moved in his abdomen, rolling out shapes in his belly.

"Be patient, I'll collect a few more." The young man held his pregnant belly calmly.

“Follow me and kill him!” The elders of Wuzhong Sect began to attack desperately, and people from Vajra Hall and Qingmu Sect also came up one after another.

The ancestral artifacts have been passed down from generation to generation and are priceless. Compared with this, the wretched fire relics are nothing.

"You are disciples of the righteous sect, why are you attacking from three directions? Fuck your mother!" The young old man was also beaten to anger, and some people cut his belly, and some people tore his mouth and stabbed his valley.

The young man struggled to break free, holding up his hands, and suddenly the earth shook.

Mountains collapsed, rivers stopped flowing, and the huge ancient relics of fire actually flew up.

The huge building flew high into the sky. Its bottom was very flat with flowing light spreading out. There was actually a magic circle supporting it underneath. However, the magic circle looked severely damaged, causing the ancient ruins to be shaky. Huge rocks fell from the sky and collapsed a mountain.

"Go in!" The old man threw the monks who were besieging him into the ruins.

Bang sounds rang out one after another. Mere stone tiles could not stop cultivators of this level. The elders of Vajra Hall and Wuzhong Sect escaped one after another. Murong Jing noticed some clues.

"Is this ancient temple a trap designed by you?"

The magic array at the bottom of the ancient temple was obviously arranged in advance. In addition, there were many traces of similar magic arrays in the ancient temple. There were even as many as seven or eight layers of magic arrays nested. The exquisiteness of the arrangement was shocking.

But for some reason, those magic arrays were damaged. If they were intact, they would have died the moment the ancient relics hit them.

"A trap? Is this fake?"

The other cultivators were all very surprised, but Chen Lang did get the thing. If it was fake, how could he be so powerful now?
"Boy, go ahead!"

While these people were trying to break free from the ruins, the young old man, covered in blood, quickly came to Chen Lang and threw a porcelain bottle to him.

His chest was bright and his muscles were trembling, but he didn't care about that. "Here are four drops of Lewd Fire Blood. You, get rid of them!"

"I think you are more valuable." Chen Lang said.

"You destroyed my arrangements and ruined my magic formation. I haven't settled the score with you yet!" The young old man suddenly burst out with boundless momentum. His oppressive power was greater than that of the young elder of Wuzhong Sect and even some elders of Tianjian Sect. Obviously, he was proving that he did not use his full strength.

Then, his tone suddenly dropped again, "Don't make things difficult for independent cultivators, I beg you, if you help me deal with them, I will tell you how to get the complete Fire Blood, and how to walk the Ancient Immortal Road!" "Okay." Chen Lang nodded and looked at these people.

He opened the stopper of the porcelain bottle, and immediately a warm, familiar smell came out, and his blood began to boil again. This was obviously also the real blood of the wretched fire, and its purity was even higher than that of the blood he had previously refined from the front legs of the ancient corpse!
The young old man coughed up a mouthful of blood and sat cross-legged on the ground. His stomach was getting bigger and bigger, and the skin was almost as transparent as boiled dumpling skin.

As his breath circulated, his condition gradually stabilized.

"Chen Lang, you dare to stop me, you are looking for death!" Several disciples of Qingmu Sect were filled with murderous intent. Even their ancestral weapons had been robbed. Whoever dared to stop them today would be killed!
The elders of Vajra Hall and Wuzhong Sect, and even some monks from other sects have all taken action. The ancestral weapon was stolen, which is an irreconcilable feud.

Chen Lang didn't say anything either. He took out the bottle of real blood and poured it into his throat.

"Just one drop is enough." The old man next to him was very busy, but he still couldn't help but stretch out his hand to remind him.

boom!
The true form of the obscene fire is revealed!
Chen Lang used the ancient art of fire and rushed into the crowd to kill.

This time, there was no ancestral weapon to get in the way, no inheritance or background to support them. He had no more scruples and punched out, severely injuring the Qingmu Sect cultivator who came first to kill him. He then punched him again, directly shattering his body and killing him completely.

"Infinite Golden Body!" The bald man from the Vajra Hall also came, with a dark golden glow all over his body, and attacked Chen Lang from the left.

Chen Lang swung the Panlong Staff and hit him on the head, then grabbed his fist, pressed his shoulder with his other hand, and tore it hard.

With a snap, half of the bald man's shoulder was torn off, and the dark gold color quickly faded away.

The blood splattered everywhere, shocking everyone else. Seeing Chen Lang covered in blood, they began to hesitate.

But Chen Lang did not give them time to hesitate. After dealing with a few troublesome ones, he took out the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and darkness descended.

Waves of screams were heard.

"Disperse!" In Qingmu Sect, Lu Chen retreated quickly. He clenched his hands and wanted to use the Ancestral Tree to dispel the darkness, but he just remembered that the Ancestral Tree had been eaten.

"Not good, retreat quickly!" he shouted loudly, and then saw Chen Lang coming. He walked in the black fog, holding two flags, and gradually approached.

A feeling of despair surged from the bottom of my heart. I had been holding the ancestral weapon for too long, and now I suddenly lost it. This unfamiliar feeling of helplessness has not appeared for a long time.

Footsteps were heard, Chen Lang passed him and came behind him. He vaguely heard a puff sound, and a human-shaped golden light lit up, covered with runes all over the body. Then the head fell off, and the golden light went out, and everything fell into darkness.

In the distance, Qin Yue was watching outside. She was the first to experience this feeling. When she was captured by Chen Lang, she thought that perhaps it was because the ancestral weapon had been in their hands for too long and its light was too bright, obscuring their own brilliance and making it difficult for them to distinguish how much power belonged to the sect family and how much power belonged to themselves.

Chen Lang quickly and easily got rid of them all, killing most of the useless ones and leaving only Qin Yue, Lu Chen and a few others. The main reason was that he suddenly had an idea and wanted to use these people for other purposes.

There is nothing good on me anymore, so I can't steal their food, but I can use it to exchange for ransom.

Can't waste it.

far away.

The man from Wuzhongmen looked at him. He was the only one who had escaped from the domain of Wanhun Banner. Chen Lang had previously ignored the other people in the domain and tried to deal with him.

"It's meaningless." He shook his head, sighed softly, and turned away.

(End of this chapter)