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Chapter 273 Hundred Faces
"This is..." Hall Master Qin's eyes suddenly focused.

The famous Lord of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, the Plague God who controls the red fog, who on this continent doesn't recognize him?

But how did they come here so quietly? There are three Yuanying masters here, and there is also a Yuanying who claims to be a golden elixir, but there is no trace of them at all. This is really shocking.

"Wan, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls!"

"Be on alert! Open the protective formation! All elders assemble!" Several elders of the Qin family were horrified. They have been dealing with the Pingtian Sect for such a long time that they have developed an excellent ability to judge. They knew at a glance that the real master had arrived.

"Wait."

Qin Fang stretched out his hand to stop Hall Master Qin who was about to take action. At the same time, Sect Master Tianjian and Zhong Haoran also stared at the figure that sat up from the ashes, squinting their eyes and saying nothing. The tense atmosphere that had just spread was completely covered by the red mist.

"Why is he here?" The leader of Tianjian Sect watched the red mist gradually fade away and the ghost face mask gradually become clear.

Zhong Haoran was also confused. This occasion should not have anything to do with this person. What they were dealing with today was internal conflicts, not discussing how to wipe out the Pingtian Sect. Besides, even during the alliance ceremony, this person did not come to mess things up.

It won't be
"Pingtian Sect Lotus Sect Leader Chen Lang, respectfully welcomes the arrival of the Queen." Chen Lang immediately bowed and said loudly to the figure, "The Qin family has been dealt with, please hold the banner!"

We just think that the plot shouldn't be stuck here.

The master is unreliable, the empress is still the one who comes to the rescue at critical moments.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said anything. When Chen Lang shouted, Hall Master Qin's face turned pale and he looked at Chen Lang fiercely, "You guys... are working together from inside and outside?"

"You really believed it."

Zhong Haoran was very calm and glanced at him with a chuckle.

No, this is impossible. If Chen Lang is the insider of Pingtian Sect, why would Zhong Haoran behave like this? There is no possibility that Tianjian Sect and Pingtian Sect will join forces. Besides, there is no need for internal and external cooperation.
Brat, what are you yelling about? The matter of the annihilation of the Lotus Mountain group disappeared from Master Qin's mind. Master Qin coughed lightly, which made him a little embarrassed.

At this moment, the figure in the ashes had stood up, but did not speak, did not start a fight, and did not respond to Chen Lang. He just stood there like a puppet.

"No, there is a problem." The leader of the Tianjian Sect frowned. His perception was not wrong, but he did not feel the oppressive feeling belonging to the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

"Since you're here, why bother playing tricks?"

Qin Fang snorted coldly. He was not afraid of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. It was just right that he came. He waved his hand and a strong wind swept through. The ghost face mask was torn into countless pieces by the wind and the red mist was also completely dispersed.

The man's clothes and long hair suddenly fluttered, revealing his tall figure and face.

"This"

Hall Master Qin was taken aback, and Qin Fang was also stunned. It was not like they had never seen the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls before under his mask. Although it was also veiled and mysterious, it was not so outrageous.

That person is Chen Lang.

But he had long hair and white clothes as white as snow. After the dark red fog was dispelled, he looked clean and bright as if he was standing in the sun. He was somewhat different from Chen Lang because he had a faint smell of the gods.

"How could it be him?" Hall Master Qin was puzzled.

"Damn it, you're just pretending for nothing." Chen Lang shrugged. He probably knew what was going on.

"It's the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. This kid is not dead yet." The leader of the Tianjian Sect glanced at Chen Lang and said with almost certainty.

"Not dead yet?" Hall Master Qin's eyes lit up.

At this time, "Chen Lang" moved. His eyes were wandering. He looked at Chen Lang and the others, then looked at the ashes on the ground. Finally, he raised his arms and focused his eyes on himself.

"Master Demon, you are quite resilient. You have even survived the punishment from heaven." Qin Fang said with a smile.

He counted with his fingers and probably knew how he survived. This kid had extraordinary abilities. When he disguised himself as someone else, he would also imitate their potential. The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was not afraid of heavenly punishment. They had seen it before. This should be the reason why he did not turn into ashes. "After changing his personality, he covered up the inherited memory in the Hall of Heroes." Hall Master Qin also found the problem. He had tampered with the ancient corpse of the wretched fire. If the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was still the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, he would go crazy and become his puppet.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord did not respond. He lowered his head and looked at his hands, talking to himself. However, most of the people present had high levels of cultivation and could hear him clearly.

"My past memories are all blurry, and my memories of Pingtian Sect are sporadic. My soul was seen by him. Where is it?"

"Yes, the mirror."

"There are many strange things in this world. I will be imitated one day. It's interesting."

After the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord finished talking to himself, the deduction was over. He raised his eyes and looked at Qin Fang and the leader of the Tianjian Sect. Their smiles had frozen and their faces were serious.

"Who are you?" Hall Master Qin questioned. This was not something the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord could say.

"I'm afraid this is really the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls."

The leader of the Tianjian Sect also narrowed his eyes. From what he heard, it seemed that the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had used some method to steal the soul of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. But this person had a big problem. If he imitated others, he would be possessed by their bodies, or even obsessed with reincarnation. So he summoned Ye Ying's soul back to the Tianjian Sect's ancestral temple.

"This consciousness is really perverted." Qin Fang felt uneasy for some reason. He didn't know if he would awaken another self if he was imitated.

I really don’t know how many lives this kid has. He dares to steal the soul of that ghost thing.

"Now that you know who I am, why don't you retreat immediately?" said the leader of the Tianjian Sect.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said nothing more. He stretched out his right index finger, condensed a little light, and poked it fiercely towards his forehead.

hum!
The space suddenly froze, and the movements of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord were frozen there. Hall Master Qin waved his hand again, and the long hair, white shirt and Chen Lang's face were torn to pieces again.

Since he is not dead yet, we can't let him die so easily.

"Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, is it you this time?" Hall Master Qin asked.

After the second layer of disguise was removed, a man wearing an eagle-face mask appeared, with gray hair draped over his shoulders and a deep breath.

He lowered his head and remained silent.

This made several Yuanying masters unsure again, and Qin Fang simply said, "Just kill him."

This guy has layer upon layer of masks on, just like a sow wearing a bra, one set after another.

Suddenly, the eagle-faced masked man raised his head and smiled faintly, "After all, we are old rivals for many years. Now that I have shown up, you should be more polite."

"You haven't left yet?" asked Hall Master Qin, and he raised his hand, ready to attack again, completely shattering the face of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

"No need, I'll go by myself. See you on the battlefield tomorrow." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord smiled faintly and walked out of the ashes. A faint blood mist filled the air with his footsteps.

"Please." Hall Master Qin said indifferently.

Deacons and elders from all sides of the Qin family made way.

Suddenly, he accelerated and ran wildly outside, then a big hand reached out and detained him again.

"Little thing is still pretending. Can't I tell whether it's true or not?" Hall Master Qin sneered.

"You should stay here. It's good news that you're not dead. I need you to be of great use."

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(End of this chapter)