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Chapter 277 Are you ready?

A crack appeared in the sky, and sunlight shone in, shining on the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was covered in blood and was being held back by four fists, but the color of the blood was a little dark, like some kind of blood stain that had been accumulated for a long time, and then a little lighter, showing a light pink, and then became even lighter, it was evaporating, revealing a white garment.

The blood color of the whole world is fading.

Click.

Cracks also appeared on the ghost face mask. The cracks spread from the jaw along the eye sockets, then broke into two pieces, fell off the face of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, and flew away like a leaf.

It worked!
The leader of Tianjian Sect was the first to react and reached out to grab the broken mask, but a white palm came towards him and shook him back.

"Don't let him take it back!" shouted the Tianjian Sect Master.

Hall Master Qin was somewhat surprised that this assassination attempt was so effective. He made a prompt decision and rushed forward to snatch the mask. No matter how deep the conflicts among their sects were, the Pingtian Sect was their common enemy.

With a bang, another palm strike came, steady as a mountain. Hall Master Qin was shaken so much that his blood was boiling and he lost the initiative.

After repelling the two men, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stepped forward to take off the mask, but another person had already stepped forward, it was Qin Fang.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, you are careless."

Qin Fang laughed loudly. Facing the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls who came to kill him again, he did not resist. He stepped back and clapped his hands together, smashing the broken mask into countless pieces and throwing them into the distance.

hum.

Golden lines appeared in the air, and they quickly curled up to form tiny teleportation arrays, catching each fragment and teleporting them away completely.

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Pingtian religion.

There was a leader looting and slaughtering monks in the city, but at a certain moment, he suddenly felt something. He looked up and saw countless dead souls flying around, forming a formation of ten thousand souls, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"Why did the Soul Flag fade?" the leader was shocked.

The blood-red Ten Thousand Souls Banner is still as powerful as before, commanding millions of dead souls, but its appearance has changed into a piece of white cloth.

In a room, after the Southern Cult Leader had finished lecturing his subordinates, he took out a piece of paper while going out for a walk. A kingfisher flew over from a distance.

"Let's go to the old place."

He tied the note to the kingfisher's feet and let it fly away. After doing this, he walked around again. Even though there was no one around, he was always so cautious.

In the Pingtian Sect, which is full of masters and has spies everywhere, even the most subtle fluctuations of true energy will be captured, and even the most wonderful techniques will leave traces. However, this most primitive way of transmitting messages has never been noticed by anyone.

Suddenly, he heard a slight cracking sound, his face changed slightly, he fumbled in his pocket for a moment, and his face immediately turned ugly.

A small mirror shattered into countless pieces.

"Discovered?" The Southern Leader was surprised and confused. This was the Queen's magic weapon and the carrier of the soul-controlling technique. It had always been with him, allowing him to shoulder the responsibility of spreading the arcane technique. There had never been any problems, but now it broke without any warning.

Am I going to die?
Looking at the green fragment in his palm, the Southern Cult Leader was surprisingly calm. To be a traitor, one must be mentally prepared for sudden death at any time. Since the rebellion, he has been living in fear.

It’s such a pity that I didn’t live to see the day when the Pingtian Sect was destroyed.

He sighed, straightened his collar, walked towards the camp, and calmly awaited the trial. Then he discovered that the entire Pingtian Sect was in chaos, and the situation did not seem to be what he expected.

What everyone is discussing is that the "soul breath" of the Lord of All Souls has disappeared.

"Soul Breath" is not a term in the monastic world, but a default name within the Pingtian Sect. Whenever the red mist surges and soul breath appears, it means that the Goddess has arrived or that the Goddess is using her power.

But today, the soul suddenly disappeared, which made it hard not to suspect that something had happened to the Queen herself.

"Is there something wrong with the Queen?" The Southern Cult Leader was surprised and looked into the distance. ...

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stopped and no longer tried to recover the fragments.

"It's a good idea. He was the one who told you, right?" said the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

“Your domain is truly extraordinary. Anyone who attempts to compete with you in soul strength will return home disappointed.

But I didn't expect that your body would be so weak under the power of your soul. Lord of all souls, if you practice Taoism without refining your body, you will be sad in your grave. This is a taboo for cultivators like us." Qin Fang said.

I have to say that the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord is truly a genius. He discovered such a fatal weakness.

The mask was an extremely difficult magic weapon, and now that it's broken, the problem is easily solved.

"You are indeed not like the rumors." The leader of Tianjian Sect also looked at you.

There is no red mist around the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. She is dressed in white clothes as white as snow, with long hair and a gentle face. However, no matter how you look at her, she cannot be associated with the word "Empress". Instead, she sounds like a feminine Confucian scholar from a scholarly family, and her voice is always neutral.

However, this facial features fits the basic setting of a villain.

"Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, we have already weighed your strength, and it doesn't seem that mysterious. Is there anything else?" Hall Master Qin went around behind the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

Zhong Haoran stood at the other end, still full of vigilance.

It is impossible for a Nascent Soul cultivator to have only one trump card. It is not so easy to suppress such a master, but being able to reveal his true self is definitely a good start.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stood in the middle, twisting the last piece of the mask in his right hand, flicking his ring finger rhythmically, as if he was thinking.

"Helping him has a lot of consequences. Is this the right thing to do?"

"Don't deduce on the battlefield. I was just reminding you before. If you continue to be careless, you will have no chance." Qin Fang waved his hand and the spear flew over. He stood up and jumped again, but the ancient golden chariot did not come. It was with the leader of Tianjian Sect.

He snorted coldly and glanced at the Tianjian Sect Master, then withdrew his gaze, "Fellow Daoist, are you ready to set off?"

"I'm ready, are you?"

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls raised his head, looked at the four masters, and flicked away the last fragment.

Then, he clenched his right hand and slowly raised it. A faint light condensed under his palm and a figure appeared.

Hall Master Qin's eyes fixed, that figure was him.

What kind of move is this, one qi transforming into three pure ones?
Then, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls raised his left hand and summoned another figure, it was Zhong Haoran, and he even summoned the brush in his hand.

Two figures, one on the left and one on the right, blocked the middle.

"Clone? Imitating me will only lead to death." Hall Master Qin was not polite at all. He held a ball of purple-red fire in his hand and wanted to kill the clone.

But suddenly the situation changed drastically. Hall Master Qin's fake body took the lead in attacking. He raised his hand and a sky full of purple flames appeared. An ancient shadow of fire condensed behind him. His eyes even turned bright purple. His body was covered with black crystals, making him look grotesque.

With a punch, Hall Master Qin fell heavily to the ground.

"What's going on? Stealing my magic?" Hall Master Qin climbed out of the pit, very shocked. That was his magic. He actually possessed a certain ability to revert to his ancestral form and change shape, but he never used this trick and never revealed it to anyone. Why would he need these to create a fake body?

But the fake body came up first.

At the same time, Zhong Haoran's fake body also rushed towards Zhong Haoran. The moment the two brushes met, Zhong Haoran's face darkened.

"It's true!" he said.

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(End of this chapter)