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Chapter 99 Created a living father?

Seeing Chen Lang put on his clothes and walked out calmly, the Western leader subconsciously took a step back. Then he reacted, felt a little ashamed, and sneered:

“The tempering is complete, and the secret method has been passed on. Why not let him follow me to the Tianjian Sect to fight and see if he is still as brave as this.

By the way, do you want to search his soul? I'll see which relatives and friends he has, and then kill them first, and let him do it himself."

The Western leader suggested that he couldn't wait to see Chen Lang's miserable look after killing his relatives and friends.

Are you crazy? You are fighting against hundreds of enemies alone in the Rock Creek Mine. Now you have plenty of room to play.

"Let's talk about it later."

The Southern Cult leader responded calmly, "I don't have time."

The Pingtian Sect has many rivals, and as the leader of a sect, it is impossible for him to just focus on the Tianjian Sect.

In fact, he had no interest in controlling Chen Lang's body as a puppet. What use was there for a foundation-building cultivator? He also had to keep an eye on him to prevent him from escaping.

But this kid didn't know how he had offended the queen, and being targeted like this, he could only follow her orders.

"Why not let me take over? I have time." The Western leader suggested.

"If you are not afraid of his backlash, I can propose it to the Queen."

"Forget it, I'll listen to the queen." The Western leader gave up.

He was not afraid of Chen Lang, who was only in the initial stage of foundation building. What he was worried about was that Zhong Haoran would find out that his disciple had been turned into a puppet and come to snatch him away.

"Won't you give me a flag?"

Chen Lang asked, now that he was free, he had other ideas and was not in a hurry to commit suicide.

"You just follow me and comprehend for a while before you talk." The Southern Sect Leader shook his head. It was not easy to train a soul shepherd, and he had no intention of training one at all.

"But I have already realized the truth." Chen Lang said, "You are burying a talent."

"You are quite smart, kid."

The Western leader took out a white banner from the storage tool and threw it to Chen Lang, "Here, this is a newly-made banner, with less than a hundred souls. Let me see how well you can control it and how much you can control before practicing."

"My teaching does not look at background, only strength. If you perform well, you may be able to get a position." The Western Leader smiled. He thought that it would be very interesting for the disciples of the Tianjian Sect to see their former fellow disciples who were now in charge of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner to reap their lives.

Chen Lang held the white banner, but the feeling at this moment was completely different from when he got the Ten Thousand Souls Banner on the battlefield.

He felt that the white flag was covered by a mysterious formation, and many dead souls were suppressed inside, and it was very quiet.

He silently practiced the soul-controlling technique and waved his hand casually.

call!
Hundreds of souls poured out and danced all over the sky.

"Gone?"

Chen Lang asked, "Can you change it to something better instead of this garbage?"

"what?"

The Western leader was stunned for a moment, then looked at the Southern leader, "Don't help him, I'm just checking his aptitude to hold the banner."

The Southern Cult Leader looked at the dead souls in the sky and hesitated for a moment, "I didn't help him."

Both of them were very surprised. Holding the banners is a technical job. For a cultivator who has not received special training, it would be good if he could release a dozen or twenty of them. How come this guy was able to release them all and seemed so relaxed?
“Boy, have you practiced it before?” The Southern Sect Leader stared at Chen Lang. This was impossible. He knew Chen Lang’s background very well and he had never worked in the Pingtian Sect before.

"Isn't it enough to have hands?" Chen Lang waved the flag again, took all the souls back into the flag, and threw it back.

"It's too light, give me a better one."

The Southern Leader was very surprised. This result was not what he had expected. He simply took out his blood flag and threw it to Chen Lang.

"This is my blood flag, which contains eight thousand souls. Let's see your limit."

Maybe there are indeed people who are gifted and good at controlling souls. This is a rare thing, and the Southern Sect Leader became interested.

Chen Lang waved his hand again, and this time he felt that the mental burden was indeed a little heavier. Countless souls rushed out and formed a colorful river in the sky.

As he waved the blood flag, the color of the flag gradually became lighter and faded. As the last soul was drawn out, there was not a drop of blood left in the flag, and it turned white.

Looking up at the sky again, a dark cloud gathered, like a thunderstorm before a rainstorm, covering more than ten miles.

"Is there an enemy attack?"

A group of alchemists hurried over with swords and weapons. They were alarmed and recognized that it was the Southern Leader who was wielding the banner.

But when they looked again, they were surprised again, because the one waving the blood flag was another young man, not the Southern Leader.

"excuse me."

They immediately understood that it was not an enemy attack, but which sect leader was using the banner again? He was so young and so vigorous. "No, this..."

The Western Leader was dumbfounded. If he didn't know that the Southern Leader couldn't fully control the blood flag, he would never have believed that it was Chen Lang who was controlling it.

What's going on?

Is there also the innate holy body holding the banner?

Is this still popular?
"Not enough, not enough! Give me some more." Chen Lang waved the blood flag, trying to change the formation, and set up a killing formation according to his memory of the previous battle.

But soon, he felt that he was out of control and shouted softly: Retract.

The dark clouds covering more than ten miles swirled in a vortex, flowing back in an inverted cone shape, and lasted for a full incense stick of time before disappearing.

Then, he uncontrollably handed over the blood flag to the Southern Sect Leader.

"Look, I'm getting anxious." Chen Lang moved his shoulders and regained control of his body. Do you have any manners if you keep getting anxious?

"who are you?"

The Southern Sect Leader stared at Chen Lang, his eyes were extremely cold and solemn. This was too unbelievable, eight thousand souls!

He has been in charge of the flag for more than ten years before he mastered the art of controlling souls and can barely control a little over 5,000. How can this kid do that?
Moreover, the blood flag may not be the limit?
This is not right!

"Don't worry, I won't steal yours. Do you have any higher quality ones? If not, ask the queen for one. I will do more for you." Chen Lang said.

He remembered that there were more advanced black flags.

This thing is much better than the San Sheng Disk. With the San Sheng Disk, he can resist thousands of troops alone, but with the banner, he alone is thousands of troops.

By the way, your Majesty.

The Southern Cult Leader came to his senses. Could it be that the Queen had seen his strangeness and captured him to be refined into a puppet? It turned out that the Queen had already seen that he was not simple.

At this moment, he suddenly regretted that he should not have captured him and used him as a hostage for negotiation, but ended up capturing a ancestor?

The Queen has always attached great importance to the ability to control flags. The appearance of such a person will definitely be valued, which makes him feel threatened.

"What? You want to kill me now?" Chen Lang saw the murderous intent in the eyes of the Southern Leader.

The Southern Sect Leader stared at him for a moment, his expression changing from gloomy to bright, and then suddenly relaxed. He smiled, "What are you talking about? My Pingtian Sect values ​​talents. If the Queen knew about your talent in holding the banner, she would definitely like it."

He immediately took out the mirror and chanted a spell. After a moment, blood mist emerged, revealing a masked face.

The Southern Cult Leader knelt on one knee.

"Your Highness, I have already taken care of the things you arranged. However, given his level of holding a banner, I wonder what level of banner Your Highness is going to arrange for him?"

"Do you even need to ask about something like this?" an indifferent voice came from under the mask.

The Southern Sect Leader didn't understand what he meant. Isn't it necessary to ask about such an important matter?
The Western leader realized the seriousness of the problem later, "My Lady, this boy cannot be kept! How can he, a cultivator of the Heavenly Sword Sect, control the Blood Banner? He must be an undercover sent by the Heavenly Sword Sect! Please kill him as soon as possible!"

"Ok?"

The queen just nodded lightly and looked towards the Southern Sect Leader.

The Southern Cult Leader nodded, "He just took control of my blood flag and has not reached his limit."

He was a man who was good at observing people's words and expressions. Although the queen was wearing a mask and he could not see her expression, she rarely showed any special emotions, even if she died.

It is obvious that the queen does not know about this.

Thinking of this, the Southern Cult Leader sighed. He had lost his last chance to eliminate the threat.

No wonder he was so arrogant after being arrested, and even took the initiative to surrender. It turns out that he had the confidence. Why didn't I think of this? Forget it, it's impossible for me to think of it.

"Let me see." In the mirror, the queen turned her gaze to Chen Lang.

Chen Lang stared at the mask that was vaguely visible in the mirror for a long while.

It was you, old Biden, who captured me?
He had met her once before at the Yanxi Mine, and today was their official meeting, but he couldn't see her true appearance because of the mask.

Chen Lang took the blood flag of the Southern Sect Leader and waved it again.

"Now that the demonstration is over, can we give it to Hei Fan now?" he asked.

The Southern Sect Leader also asked, "My Lady, can you tell what level he has reached? Is there anyone else who has mastered this magical power besides our Pingtian Sect?"

After reading it, the queen remained silent.

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(End of this chapter)