My cultivation script went astray

More than two thousand miles away.

In a small forest.

"Brother Fang, the medicine has been spread." A female cultivator was carrying a basket, which contained some residual white powder with a special, choking smell.

These powders are used to drive away bugs. They are not poisonous bugs, but the spies of the Pingtian Sect. There are experts in the Pingtian Sect who are good at driving away bugs. They were unprepared before and were attacked repeatedly, suffering heavy casualties. Finally, they were killed in a huge attack. The cost of finding problems.

There were hundreds of people in the woods, wearing blood-stained leather armor and holding blades stained with blood. Their wrists and abdomen were wrapped with bandages. On more than one occasion, they were bulging but could not stop the blood from spreading.

They were still in good condition, but there were still more than a dozen people unconscious, their limbs torn, their exposed fascia trembling, and there was no blood left, and they were all relying on the pills they had just taken to hold on.

"Bury these three. Remember to cover them with grass and leave no graves. Don't let the Pingtian Sect find out." A senior brother whispered.

The Pingtian Sect likes fresh corpses the most. These are their fellow sect members who have all died in the battle. The best they can do is to prevent the remaining souls from being taken away again.

"Senior Brother Fang, haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?" asked another monk.

Senior Brother Fang took out a communication device and found that there was no sign of any change. "Elder Shuguan said, it's almost time. Let's wait a little longer."

"How long do we have to wait?"

A seriously injured monk stood up and staggered forward. He looked at the horizon, lost in thought, "Tianjian Sect, when will you come to support me?"

"Brother, don't leave this circle, or you will be discovered by the insect master." The female cultivator reminded.

Then, she secretly glanced at Senior Brother Fang, hoping that he could say a few words to comfort everyone and stop being so demoralizing.

Senior Brother Fang sighed lightly. Why didn't he want to say something nice?

But these days, I have exhausted all the reasons I could make up, and no one would believe me.

His name is Fang Shao, and he is one of the monks sent by the Tianjian Sect to guard the border and fight against the Pingtian Sect. When he first came here, he thought it was just an ordinary battle.

But unexpectedly, the Pingtian Sect invested a large number of manpower here and tried their best to strangle them. The disciples of the Tianjian Sect changed batch after batch, and were harvested by the Pingtian Sect like leeks. He was the first batch to come, and his teammates also People kept coming, but there were almost no familiar faces around.

He still doesn't know if Tianjian Sect can still send useful reinforcements?

What's worse is that this branch of the Pingtian Sect, led by the leader of the Southern Cult, seems to be in no rush to advance the front. Instead, they try their best to encircle and strangle them. This leaves them with no way to retreat and they can only fight to the death.

"Damn it! You bastards of the Tianjian Sect, if you don't come here, I will defect to the Pingtian Sect!"

The crazy monk who stood up suddenly yelled, "I just came to do a task to earn some spiritual stones. Why? Why do you let me..."

Halfway through speaking, he suddenly woke up, a bright light burst out in his eyes, stretched out his hand, pulled out the spear from the tree trunk and flew out, looking into the distance.

"There's an enemy attack! Get behind me!"

After that, everyone got busy and took out their weapons and magic weapons. Several female cultivators dragged the seriously injured to a hidden place and covered them with leaves.

Soon, a low thunder sounded in the air, and several arcs of electricity flashed past the crazy monk, ignoring him.

The bright electric arc lasted for more than ten miles, and finally fell on the ground. It quickly wound around like silk threads, gathered into a ball, and finally exploded with a bang. Static electricity and sparks crackled on the bodies of the surrounding monks, and their hair stood up one after another. Lightning flashed from the black iron spear.

Finally, the arc disappeared and several people appeared on the ground.

One of them was holding a hemp rope, and three people were tied to the other end, two men and one woman. Their eyes were all dull. The female nun's hair was messy, as if she had just been ravaged.

Many disciples of the Heavenly Sword Master were in an uproar, who is this? The speed is so fast, is there another master in the Pingtian Sect?

"Don't panic, he's one of ours!"

A monk recognized Han Tianxiao and breathed a sigh of relief. He was a very powerful old student among the outer disciples. He had good cultivation, but he was tied up with a rope for some reason?

The eyes of the others also lit up, and they were overjoyed. Did they finally make it to the end?

"Senior Brother Han, are reinforcements coming?" the monk asked.

"Ah?" Han Tianxiao was stunned for a moment, "I can't hear what you said."

There was only the sound of crackling electricity and the sharp sound of wind in his ears. The surroundings were quiet at the moment, but he felt deafening.

He was clearly standing on solid ground, but he couldn't stand still. The ground seemed soft.

"Is it just you?" the crazy monk stopped going crazy and asked seriously.

Senior Brother Meng and Xiaoman didn't say anything, just looking at each other.

Chen Lang untied the rope and explained, "It's just us. Where is the enemy?"

He looked up at the sky and saw that the sun had just passed half way through. It seemed that it took less than two hours to fly by.

This made him a little satisfied. The Ben Lei Pearl and the double increase of Lingyun Bu Movement increased his speed by ten times. This time it was a real ten times, and there was no exaggeration.

Such speed is basically top-notch in the realm of foundation building.

Sure enough, there was another team coming to die. The hopes that had just emerged in everyone's hearts were instantly shattered. It was meaningless to send them off one by one, unless someone of the elder level came, or at worst, an old student from the inner sect came.

After struggling again and again, they became even more depressed than before. They were all tired and silent, not wanting to speak.

"Are you Chen Lang?"

After a while, the crazy monk said.

He had been fighting for too long, and his reactions had become sluggish. It took him a while to recognize a familiar face.

Other monks looked at each other, Chen Lang? That arrogant outer door?

Many people here hate Chen Lang, and many people have fought against him, but at this moment, they are numb. Even the monks who have participated in the demonstrations are dry and unable to express any emotions at this moment.

When life and death are at stake, there is no time to care about trivial matters.

"It seems that the situation is a bit bad. Where is the enemy? Report the location and I will kill them." Chen Lang said.

He glanced briefly and felt surprised. Is this a mission? Why is the fighting even worse than that in the mine?

"Didn't you meet me when you came?"

The crazy monk stuck his spear beside him and explained: "We have been surrounded by the Pingtian Sect. How did you get in?"

Chen Lang was stunned for a moment. He remembered that he was running all the way, and his true energy quickly dried up. He met a group of people on the road, and he greeted him with his magical power. Then he used the Sansheng Pan to absorb the saturation attack and came with full gas.

So, those people were taught by Pingtian? Surrounded by us?

"The siege is good. Tell me about the situation, how many people are on the other side, and when will the fighting begin." Chen Lang asked.

So, the crazy monk briefly explained the situation.

The visitors were from the southern branch of the Pingtian Sect, and there weren’t many people there.

But the most shameless thing about the Pingtian Sect is that they pay huge sums of money to recruit stragglers everywhere. As long as they kill the enemy and take their heads, they will get a lot of spiritual stones, so that they can have a steady stream of troops. And they stand in the back and watch the snipe and the clam fight. Harvest souls.

However, their Tianjian Sect disciples are limited. Countless battles have exhausted them, and the casualties are hard to describe. From the beginning of the battle to now, more than 300 people have died, most of them are outer sects performing tasks.

However, during this time, they also figured out the behavioral characteristics of the Pingtian Sect.

"The purpose of the Pingtian Sect is to raise the flag."

The crazy monk said, "They are divided into groups based on the Ten Thousand Soul Banners. They fight in small groups and kill everyone they see. We know of more than twenty teams, and they all have experts sitting around and roaming around.

As soon as we show up, they will come immediately. "

"Is that so? Just right."

Chen Lang waved his hand and said, "Lead the way and let the fight begin."

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The remaining two updates are being coded and will be released later.