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Chapter 197 Don’t come over
"This is... the cursed bell!"

The voice of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was heard, and he seemed to recognize what was in Chen Lang's hand.

This made him feel very uncomfortable. Chen Lang had clearly been beaten into that state after several fierce battles. How come he still had some tricks left?

"You have a pretty good eye."

Chen Lang said, "Why, you like it? Do you want to take it?"

"You look confident, don't you? I'll take it when you die."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord quickly calmed down. He had heard about this magical weapon and thought it was very strange and especially harmful to its master, so he did not want it.

Of course, he was still very panicked. After all, this thing had killed a Nascent Soul cultivator in the past. It had a terrifying reputation. Who wouldn't be panicked? But he found that he didn't die immediately, so he felt that the evil bell was nothing more than that.

On the contrary, Chen Lang looked very bad, his breath was weak and he was about to die.

"If you miss, then go ahead and die. I'm leaving now!"

A ball of light flew out from Chen Lang's sea of ​​consciousness. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was not stupid. He came to kill Chen Lang anyway. Since Chen Lang wanted to commit suicide now, wasn't it the same?

Today was just bad luck. He knew a little about this bell. As long as he left the danger zone, the curse would not cause much harm to him.

The soul flew out from between Chen Lang's eyebrows, soared into the sky, and rushed towards a certain direction.

At the same time, in the middle of the ancestral tomb, a celestial bead flew out, illuminating the sky and just covering up the light of his soul.

"The secrets of heaven are hazy, and the end of the law is coming."

"It is easy to overcome the calamity of heaven, but it is hard to resist the calamity of man!"

The temple keeper stood on the viewing platform, facing the sky, manipulating the dzi beads to continue the ancestor worship ceremony, holding a stone pen in his hand and chanting loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord flew away from the ancestral tomb and left Chen Lang behind, but he forgot that his previous attempt to occupy Chen Lang's soul had failed, but instead left traces behind, which allowed Chen Lang to sense the location of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

"I wasted a Nine Revolutions Pill, and you want to leave just like that?"

Chen Lang did not intend to let him go. He cast a talisman to escape underground and left the ancestral mausoleum at a faster speed than the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

Then, he flew on a sword, incense ashes kept falling from his body, and his flesh and bones cycled through decay and rebirth.

Of course, the sword was not the ancestral sword, but just an ordinary sword in the storage magic weapon. Even so, the bright sword turned gray and severely rusted the moment it was taken out. Fortunately, it was just an ordinary object, and that was all.

"Don't hide, I found you."

After crossing a grassland and coming to the sky above a low pine forest, Chen Lang stopped and shouted.

Not getting a response, Chen Lang simply sat on the flying sword and brushed off the incense ashes on his body.

According to the description of Lao Deng of the Zhong family, once this cursed bell is cast, it will be fatal to the caster himself, and the "divine punishment" will continue until his death.

But the problem is, the effect of the Nine Revolutions Pill is only effective until his condition is fully restored.

This made Chen Lang wonder, if the bug continued like this, would he have the killing aura or would it be completely passive?

That sounds pretty cool.

There was a snap.

The storage bracelet on Chen Lang's wrist suddenly broke, and two black banners, the precious medicine given by Su Qingchan, a pile of spirit stones, and various magic weapons fell to the ground like rain.

"Oh my god." This surprised Chen Lang. How come the equipment exploded? I'm not dead yet!

This gave him a headache, as Lao Deng was right below him and he couldn't let him pick him up!
However, just as a large pile of spirit stones fell to the ground with a crash, a strange cry was heard from the pine forest below. A figure rushed out, covered in dust and carrying a trail of smoke, and then ran away immediately.

Chen Lang fell to the ground and picked up some dust, which was incense ash.

"Don't go. How can I survive if you leave?" Chen Lang shouted, threw out a talisman and continued to chase.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner, precious medicines, and spiritual stones were gathered in a pile on the ground. Chen Lang noted the coordinates but did not pick them up since this place was deserted anyway.

After crossing most of the grassland, Chen Lang noticed that the opponent was getting slower and slower. After a quarter of an hour, he was too lazy to waste the earth escape talisman and could catch up with him by using his flying sword.

"So you have a real body. I thought you didn't." Chen Lang looked at the figure in front of him and shouted, "Where did you steal this body from?"

"go to hell!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord turned around and launched a fierce attack on Chen Lang. However, the curse power around Chen Lang was too terrifying. As soon as he approached, incense ash began to puff out of his body.

He turned and ran away again.

Chen Lang continued to chase. Finally, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord couldn't bear it anymore and lay on the ground like a dead dog. "Brother, my dear brother! What do you want? Can't I give it to you?"

He was really scared. He had been running away for so long, just waiting for Chen Lang to die first.

But, how long has it been?

If Chen Lang doesn't die soon, he will die!
Wasn’t it agreed that this bell would harm the owner?

"All of them." said Chen Lang.

"What do you mean all of them?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord retreated several dozen feet and leaned against a lonely tree. "Don't come over here! Just stand farther away and talk. I can hear you!"

He resurrects corpses every day and has never been afraid of dealing with the dead, but today when he saw a living person, he felt like he saw a ghost.

"Hand over all the treasures you got from Qingmu Sect, Pingtian Sect, Lu Family, etc." Chen Lang said, "Oh, and also your magical power to disguise other people's identities."

“Okay, okay, give it to me!” The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had no choice but to actively give away his equipment.

A large bag of bottles and jars, all containing medicinal pills.

There is also a particularly large bag of spirit stones.

A thick book of talismans.

"That's all?" Chen Lang said.

"And that's all!"

"Bullshit, I don't believe that the Lu family is so shallow." Chen Lang thought he was lying.

"I didn't lie to you!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had a hard time speaking. "He did have a lot of stuff at home, but I ate everything I could eat and sold everything I couldn't eat. All the spirit stones are here!"

"It's only been a short time. Can you finish eating and digest it?" Chen Lang still didn't believe it. That was an entire family, and it was eaten by one person. Are you a big eater?

"I have to eat it even if I can't digest it. Should I eat it quickly and wait for them to catch me before handing it over?"

Chen Lang thought for a moment, "Then give me your magical power."

He had no time to waste, because he noticed that the curse on himself was gradually disappearing, and the cracks in his body were no longer emitting incense ash, but were constantly healing under the repair of the Nine Revolutions Pill. This was not good news.

This cursed bell is useless!

"This is really not a magical power!" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was anxious, "This is a physical condition. By the way, isn't your master Zhong Haoran? You can ask for yourself. There is a record about me on the mainland physical condition list!"

"You are quite famous?" Chen Lang said.

"That's right! Go back and ask your elders, how many of them don't know my name?"

"It doesn't live up to its reputation. I think it's quite bad." Chen Lang commented.

"You are right!" said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. As long as you don't take action, anything is fine.

He also noticed that the curse on this kid was disappearing, which made his scalp tingle. The ferocious creature that even a Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't control was actually being played around by a Foundation Establishment cultivator like this.

Could it be that this was the magical power that Zhong Haoran passed on to him?
"Is that all you have? It's really waste." Chen Lang picked up the large and small packages on the ground and took a quick look. He found that the pills were all recovery pills and Qi-nourishing pills of average quality. There were also many empty bottles. The best ones might have been eaten by him.

The quality of the talismans is not low. Some of them are offensive types, suspected to have reached the golden elixir level. The rune light is diffused and the momentum is terrifying.

As for spirit stones, there are quite a few.

"Give me the storage ring too." Chen Lang looked at his hand.

His magical weapon was broken by the Cursed Bell, and now he is missing one.

"Here." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord hesitated for a moment, took it off and threw it over. Chen Lang checked and found several large boxes of spirit stones inside.

There's also some hidden money.

After a quick inventory, Chen Lang packed up all his things. Actually, he was not that poor. It was just barely okay and enough to make back his investment.

Moreover, he had heard of this person's great name, and felt that he could be fattened up and spawned repeatedly, so he decided to keep him for the time being.

He thought about it and felt that it was necessary to continue squeezing out some value: "Do me a favor."

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(End of this chapter)