My cultivation script went astray

"Brother, what do you think of his proposal?" said the leader of the Tianjian Sect.

It must be said that before his death, the leader of the Southern Sect made a good suggestion. He wanted the Tianjian Sect’s informant to be placed in the Pingtian Sect.

This made the sect leader's heart move. After all, Chen Lang's lessons learned from the past were here, no, it should be the benefits.

I helped the sect get rid of a big threat, and today's trip was very profitable.

There are many big families in the Lianhua Mountain area. If these people are killed, taxes can be collected as usual in the future.

Zhong Haoran thought for a while, "I don't trust the people of Pingtian Sect."

"Haha, I see you are quite relieved about your disciple. Brother, why are you starting to be unreasonable?" The leader of the Tianjian Sect said with a smile, "Are you afraid that he will turn around and become a double agent?"

"Elder Zhong's words are wrong."

The leader of the Southern Sect said as calmly as possible, "Over the years, although I have been the leader of the Southern Sect, I have never done anything out of the ordinary. I have discussed everything with all the families to avoid trouble within each family.

I don’t want to take credit for this, I just don’t want to offend other families. The Pingtian Sect has been too murderous in recent years, but has rarely cultivated young people. I don’t know if this is the empress’ negligence of the sect, or if she does this intentionally, but Pingtian Sect has been too murderous in recent years. The collapse of Tianjiao was foreseeable.

I don't have to go against the will of the world. I just want to be less responsible for the liquidation when the Pingtian Sect is destroyed. "

He was very calm and told his plans and thoughts over the years without any concealment. It was precisely because of this that he impressed the leader of the Tianjian Sect.

But no matter what he said, Zhong Haoran never nodded in agreement.

Suddenly, he seemed to understand, and said in a very repentant tone:

"It was indeed my fault that Chen Lang was caught by me at that time. If I could do it again, I would definitely not be like this."

"Also, the mark cast on him by the Lord of Souls was removed by itself when he successfully competed for the position of leader. He is now free and his life is not in danger."

"I can apologize to him if you want."

"Or you can have any other requirements."

The leader of the Southern Church has a calm mind. He has long been disappointed with the Pingtian Sect. He does not need to make a psychological change. He has no psychological burden. He has also previewed his own prospects. He knows that there will be a disaster in the future, but he did not expect it to come like this. So fast.

If you kill him today, he deserves it. If you don't kill him, it means you are not exhausted yet.

"OK."

Zhong Haoran nodded and said no more.

The southern leader smiled and felt that the world was a little brighter.

"Don't be too happy too early." The leader of the Tianjian Sect took out a pill and threw it to the leader of the South.

The southern leader looked at it and ate it without waiting for him to say anything.

"This is bone erosion. Well, just eat it."

The leader of the Tianjian Sect said, "Don't think that only the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls has that kind of method. I also learned some evil arts back then, and I'm no worse than him. You can be your internal agent, and I can make it easier for you."

If you have two minds, no one can protect you, not even the Lord of Souls. "

"Thank you." The southern leader handed over his hand.

Suddenly, a burst of true energy came brazenly.

With a bang, the Southern Cult Leader flew out backwards, splitting open a forest, and landed in the valley in the distance, leaving a trail of blood.

"The Lotus Sect has been destroyed, and you are the only one left. Whether you can pass the level of the Pingtian Sect depends on your ability to tell lies." Zhong Haoran put away his brush.

"You have some personal grudges in this." The leader of Tianjian Sect smiled.

…

Zhong Haoran and the leader of the Tianjian Sect are back.

The leader of the Tianjian Sect casually pulled it, and several figures appeared, kneeling on the ground, their breath was weak, and they were obviously sealed.

"Why have you been gone so long?" Elder Shi asked.

This area has also been cleared, and all the disciples have been sent back. Lu Ming's cultivation level was too low, so he was assigned to clean the battlefield.

"We have received an informant." The leader of the Tianjian Sect briefly explained the matter, and then glanced behind him casually, "You should deal with these people on your own."

There were not many people alive, including Ying Ying, Lord Black Bird, and two soul masters. They were all kneeling on the ground with their heads lowered. Their bodies were covered in blood and smelled fishy.

"Excuse me, Elder Si." Zhou Tianzheng said.

Granny Si stepped forward with a divine light in her eyes. Zhou Tian was asking for a confession next to her.

The two soul masters simply said everything they needed to say, but unfortunately, they knew too little and it was of little use.

Although Lord Blackbird was clearly read, he didn't say a word.

"Chen Lang, he seems to hate you very much." Granny Si smiled lightly.

Chen Lang stepped forward and glanced at Lord Black Bird, "What? What do you have to say? Are you not convinced that I will take over your position as leader?"

"You can act to such an extent and fool everyone, I have to accept it."

Master Black Bird said, "But those families don't care whether you are acting or not. You think you are abandoning the dark side for the bright side, but in fact you are just changing to a dirty and dirty place. You will regret it."

Click.

Zhou Tianzheng killed him with one knife.

"Next."

When it was Master Ying's turn, Zhou Tianzheng and Granny Si were both surprised.

Because Master Ying was already dead, and had been dead for a long time, when he took off the mask, his face was covered with maggots, and they came out of his eye sockets.

The stench turned out to be coming from him.

"What's going on? You arrested someone and dug up the grave and lifted the coffin?" Zhou Tianzheng put the person down and frowned.

Zhong Haoran said: "It was like this when we caught him."

"Fake body? Golden cicada escapes from its shell?" Zhou Tianzheng frowned.

Although they are all soldiers and generals, it is still uncomfortable to let a few people go.

"No, he is him. The Southern Sect Leader has recognized him as his subordinate." Zhong Haoran said.

"Then what is this..." Zhou Tianzheng didn't understand. If he was right, why did he look like he had been dead for a long time?

Those who often collect corpses know that the dead can't rot so quickly. If he had died a long time ago, who was alive before?

Corpse control and puppetry can indeed disguise and control corpses, but it would be even more strange if the means of foundation building could hide from their eyes.

"Could it be the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord?"

Granny Si suddenly thought of something. This situation was a little familiar.

"Hundred-Faced Demon Lord?" Zhou Tianzheng thought, "That's possible."

"Who is it then?" Chen Lang asked.

He stared at the body of Lord Eagle. He had always felt that there were masters among the crowd and had suspected this eagle-faced man. Now he saw that there was indeed something wrong.

"A pretender."

Zhong Haoran explained: "He is very good at borrowing corpses to revive, replace dead people, and do things in their identities.

That is to say, this person has actually died a long time ago, but was replaced by the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, who pretended to be him in his original identity.

His real cultivation should be in the Golden Core stage, but the details are unknown."

"What is he trying to do?" Chen Lang thought.

"Everyone has his own way of cultivation." Zhong Haoran could only explain this way.

Chen Lang nodded and stopped asking.

At this time, a voice came, "What about this person? Why not deal with it?"

The speaker was Lu Ming, his voice was cold, and Lu Youzhi followed beside him, his eyes locked on Chen Lang.