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Chapter 263 Burn After Reading
"Tell me."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "I will stop the analysis now, take the two bodies out, tell them to let us go first, and then return the analysis results to them."

"I thought you had some good idea." Chen Lang sneered.

"They definitely don't believe me, but you are different. You can't escape from the Heavenly Sword Sect. When the time comes, can't you just engrave a copy of the analysis results for them?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord paused for a moment, "Don't tell me you haven't learned it yet."

"That's too troublesome. Let's just compete to see who can run faster." Chen Lang refused without hesitation.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had no choice but to continue analyzing. It was already coming to an end. If he unilaterally refused to continue, it would only make the Endless Clan come and capture him sooner.

Half a day later, the analysis of the human-sized corpse was completed.

There is only one left.

"Are you really not considering a way out?" the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord asked again.

"Need not."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had no choice but to drag out the last corpse from the corner and begin analyzing it.

This corpse was particularly large and the best preserved. When the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord straightened it, its huge head almost touched the ceiling of Valhalla. Even though its skin and flesh were shriveled, one could still imagine what it looked like in its prime.

If I remember correctly, this is the most conspicuous one I saw when I entered the temple.

"It's really a work of art." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord looked up to admire it and couldn't help but sigh.

Then, he placed his hand on the corpse's head, absorbed the soul fragments, transformed his body, and began to analyze it.

【Completion degree 76%】

Chen Lang opened the panel. Judging from the progress, it was obvious that there were some missing parts in the inheritance of the Weihuo. Even if it was completely analyzed, part of it had been lost over the long years.

However, he is not someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder, and his philosophy has always been that enough is enough. After all, he only needs to be responsible for his own cultivation, and does not need to be responsible for whether the inheritance can continue.

"I believe that once this analysis is completed, the completion rate can be increased to at least 80%." Chen Lang looked up at the last corpse.

He felt that he was now strong enough, and he had been suppressing his cultivation for half a month and had not made any attempts because the place was too small.

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt that the aura of the "Hundred-Faced Demon Lord" in front of him became disordered. He did not show Chen Lang the Taoism after analyzing it as usual. His flesh began to twitch abnormally, and his bones collided with each other, making a creaking sound.

At first, the eyes of the wretched ancient corpse he transformed into were bleeding. Soon, the ancient corpse opened its eyes, looked at the other corpses lying around in a mess, and spoke in human language:

"Why are you all looking at me? Aren't the Dao patterns engraved on me different from yours?"

Then, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Inheritance? What inheritance? Destroy it all!"

"Am I, Ye Ying, the great leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the kind of person who needs to inherit someone else's teachings? Even if you scatter my ashes, I can still conquer the world with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord began to talk nonsense, sometimes he was sad and sometimes he laughed, his shape began to blur, sometimes he was in human form, sometimes he was covered with black crystals and turned into a giant fire beast with a bulge in the back and broad arms.

"Don't try any tricks. Sit down and meditate. This is the last one." Chen Lang said.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord ignored him and jumped and danced on the ground, his body growing uncontrollably, soon filling up half of the space of Valhalla. He was about to transform into a real ancient fire beast.

"Damn it, this is crazy." Chen Lang stood up.

At the same time, someone on the Qin family's high platform also showed joy on his face.

“He got hit.”

The hall master stroked the railing, looking at Valhalla standing in the valley, his fingers gently clasped, still waiting.

“Master, let’s do it. He has lost control. If he transforms into a human form, it may cause harm to other heroes.” Elder Mu beside him was eager to try.

"What a powerful bloodline power."

The hall master narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the powerful fluctuations coming from below, and was intoxicated by it. This was the complete analysis he had always longed for. Getting a complete ancient immortal lineage would be an extremely precious treasure for both himself and the Qin family. This was only the power displayed by the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord in his mad state. If he was awake, it would be even stronger.

"Thank you, Lord of the Hundred Faces."

The hall master stood up straight. Now that everything has been confirmed, he can take action.

"I'm going to capture Chen Lang. He should have learned it by now. I'll make him engrave it again word by word.

Go and capture the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. Remember not to kill him. In case Chen Lang doesn't cooperate, he will be a backup."

Afterwards, the hall master set out. He had to face a lot of pressure. Zhong Haoran also noticed the abnormality in Valhalla, which would be the biggest obstacle for him to capture Chen Lang.

"Yes."

Elder Mu next to him was also ready to take action. His task was not difficult. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had gone mad. The hall master had cast his magic personally. Even if the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had thousands of abilities, his mind and soul would be disordered and he would die from possession. He had personally analyzed the soul mark of the ancient corpse of the wretched fire. Unless all his memories were destroyed, even the gods could not save him.

Suddenly, Elder Mu frowned and said, "Master, is the ashes from the upstairs scattered?"

He saw some gray ashes floating in the air, slowly landing on the vermilion railings, with a faint fragrance.

But this is the top floor.

The hall master was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face changed, "Not good!"

He quickly jumped over the railing, his body turned into a shadow, and ran towards Valhalla.

After a moment, he came back, covered in dust and covered with incense ash that had fallen from somewhere.

The incense ashes flew and hung in the air, causing the air to crack. A protective light film appeared and then slowly shattered.

The tribute table and the statues at the back were crumbling, dark lines were appearing on the ground, and the statues of birds with spread wings on the eaves in the distance were covered with cracks.

Directly above the head, there were dark clouds and flashes of different-colored lightning.

This phenomenon is even more obvious in Valhalla.

Jingle bell bell~
The crisp sound of a bell was heard. Chen Lang held the copper bell in his hand and rang it gently and continuously. The sound filled every inch of the space.

Bright light suddenly burst out from the more than thirty ancient corpses of the evil fire around, and the runes engraved in the corpses manifested, resisting the force of erosion, and then they turned into floating ashes, filling the hall with dust.

Almost in an instant, those wretched ancient corpses were half buried in the ground, cracks kept appearing, and incense ashes were puffing out.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was not much better off. It seemed that he was affected by the cursed bell, and the process of his transformation into the ancient fire beast was forced to end. He returned to human form and crawled in the flying incense ashes. He was gradually buried. After tossing and roaring for a while, he became motionless.

"It feels so good to be irresponsible." Chen Lang sighed.

This method is still simple. If you are a normal person, it must be very difficult to solve the current difficulties.

"stop!"

The hall master stood on a distant pavilion and roared with a powerful voice. He didn't even dare to transmit his voice because the power of the curse could even find him through divine thoughts.

"Chen Lang! My Qin family kindly allowed you to practice in the Hall of Heroes, why did you destroy my lineage?"

The hall master's voice was loud and clear, shaking heaven and earth. He was really angry. That was the ancient corpse of obscene fire that the Qin family had spent two hundred years to collect, and he was just watching it being destroyed!
As the hall master, he recognized at the first moment that the thing Chen Lang was using was the long-lost but notorious cursed bell!
Damn it, I should have searched him before letting him in.

But why was he okay?

"I'm used to burning things after reading them." Chen Lang held the bell and looked outside. The fierce power of the curse had torn a hole in Valhalla, revealing half of the sky.

He smiled and said:

"Master, I am the only one who can inherit the wretched fire now. I am the only one."

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(End of this chapter)