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"This is...the cursed bell!"

The Hundred Faced Demon Lord's voice came, and he seemed to recognize what was in Chen Lang's hand.

This made him feel very uncomfortable. Chen Lang had obviously been beaten into such a bad shape after several fierce battles before, so how could he still have any means left?

"My eyesight is pretty good."

Chen Lang said: "What, you like it? Do you want to take it?"

"Do you look confident? I will take it when you die."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord quickly regained his composure. He had heard about this magic weapon, which was very strange and especially harmful to the owner, so he didn't want it.

Of course, he was still very panicked. After all, this thing had killed the Nascent Soul cultivator back then and had a scary reputation. Who could not panic? But he found that he did not die immediately. He felt that the evil bell was nothing more than that.

On the other hand, Chen Lang's condition looked very bad, his breath was weak, and he was about to die.

"If you miss, you can die on your own, and I'm leaving!"

A ball of light flew out of Chen Lang's divine sea. It's not like the Hundred-Faced Demon King was not smart. He was here to kill Chen Lang anyway. Since Chen Lang wanted to commit suicide now, wouldn't it be the same?

Today was unlucky at best. He knew something about this bell. As long as he was out of the danger zone, the curse wouldn't cause much harm to him.

The soul flew out from Chen Lang's eyebrows, soared into the sky, and rushed in a certain direction.

And in the middle of the ancestral mausoleum, a dzi bead flew out at the same time, shining the sky, just covering up the light of his soul.

"The secret of heaven is misty, and the end of the law is approaching."

"Heavenly catastrophe is easy to overcome, but human catastrophe is difficult to stop!"

The temple guardian stood on the observation platform, facing the sky, controlling the dzi beads to continue the ancestor worship ceremony, holding a stone pen in his hand, and chanting loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord flew away from the ancestral mausoleum and threw away Chen Lang. However, he forgot that the previous invasion of Chen Lang's soul failed, and instead left traces, which allowed Chen Lang to sense the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. s position.

"I wasted a Nine-Revolution Pill, and you want to leave just now?"

Chen Lang didn't intend to let him go. He fired an Earth Escape Talisman and left the ancestral mausoleum faster than the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

Then, he flew on a sword, with incense ash falling from his body, and his flesh and blood cycled through decay and rebirth.

Of course, the sword is not the sword of the ancestors, it is just an ordinary sword in the storage instrument. Even so, the bright sword turns gray and severely rusted the moment it is taken out. Fortunately, it is just a mortal thing, that's all. until.

"Stop hiding, I found you."

After passing through a grassland and arriving above a low pine forest, Chen Lang stopped and shouted.

When he received no response, Chen Lang simply sat on the flying sword and patted the ashes off his body.

According to the description of Laoden Zhong, once the cursed bell is cast, it will be fatal to the caster himself, and the "God's punishment" will continue until his death.

But when there is a problem, the effect of the Nine Transformations Pill is restored until his condition is restored to perfection.

This can't help but make Chen Lang wonder, if the bug keeps getting stuck like this, does he have a killing aura? Still completely passive.

This sounds pretty cool.

There was a snap.

The storage bracelet on Chen Lang's wrist suddenly shattered. Two black flags, the medicine given by Su Qingchan, and a lot of spiritual stones, all kinds of magic weapons fell like rain.

"Holy shit." This shocked Chen Lang. Why did the equipment explode? I'm not dead yet!

This gave him a headache. Lao Deng was down there, so he couldn't pick it up!

However, as soon as a large pile of spiritual stones crashed to the ground, a strange scream came from the pine forest below, and a human figure was seen running out, dusty and dusty, carrying smoke along the way, and ran away again.

Chen Lang fell to the ground and picked up some dust from the ground, which was incense ashes.

"Don't leave. How can I live if you leave?" Chen Lang shouted, threw out the escape talisman, and continued to chase.

The Ten Thousand Soul Banners, precious medicines, and spiritual stones gathered in a pile on the ground. Chen Lang memorized the coordinates but did not go to pick them up. The place was deserted anyway.

After passing through most of the grassland, Chen Lang noticed that the opponent's speed was getting slower and slower. After a quarter of an hour, he was too lazy to waste the Earth Escape Talisman and could catch up with his flying sword.

"It turns out you have a real body. I thought you didn't." Chen Lang looked at the figure in front of him and shouted, "Where did you steal this body from?"

"go to hell!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord turned his head and launched a fierce attack on Chen Lang. However, the curse power around Chen Lang was too terrifying. As soon as he got close, incense ash popped out from his body.

He turned around and ran away again.

Chen Lang continued to chase.

Finally, the Hundred-Faced Demon couldn't hold it anymore and lay on the ground like a dead dog, "Brother, my dear brother! What do you want? Can't I give it to you?"

He was really scared. After running away for so long, he was waiting for Chen Lang to die first if he couldn't bear it anymore.

But, how long has this been!

If Chen Lang doesn't die, he will die!

Wasn't it agreed that this bell would hinder the Lord?

"All of them." Chen Lang said.

"What all?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord stepped back a few dozen feet and leaned under a lonely tree. "Don't come over here! Just stand far away and speak, I can hear you!"

He revived corpses every day and was never afraid of dealing with the dead, but seeing a living person today was like seeing a ghost.

"Hand over all the treasures you got from the Qingmu Sect, the Pingtian Sect, the Lu Family, etc." Chen Lang said, "By the way, hand over your magical power to disguise other people's identities as well."

"Okay, okay, here you go!" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had no choice but to take the initiative to explode the equipment.

A large package of bottles and jars, all filled with elixirs.

There is also a particularly large pack of spiritual stones.

A thick book of talismans.

"That's all?" Chen Lang said.

"And that's all!"

"Bullshit, I don't believe that the Lu family is so poor." Chen Lang thought he was lying.

"I didn't lie to you!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had a hard time saying, "There are a lot of things in his house, but I ate everything that can be eaten, and I sold everything that can't be eaten. All the spirit stones are here!"

"It's only been a short time, can you finish eating and digesting it?" Chen Lang still didn't believe it. That's a family, and it was eaten by one person. Are you a big eater?

"You have to eat it even if you can't digest it. Shouldn't I eat it quickly and wait for them to catch me before handing it over?"

Chen Lang thought for a moment, "Then give me this magical power."

He didn't have time to delay, because he noticed that his curse was gradually disappearing, and there was no more incense ash coming out of the cracks in his body. It was constantly healing under the repair of the Nine Revolutions Pill. This was not good news.

This curse bell is useless!

"This is really not a magical power!" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was anxious, "This is a physical condition. By the way, isn't your master Zhong Haoran? You can go ask yourself. There is a record of me on the mainland physical condition list!"

"You are quite famous?" Chen Lang said.

"That's right! Go back and ask your elders, how many of them don't know my name?"

"It doesn't live up to my reputation. I think I'm quite a loser." Chen Lang commented.

".You are right!" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, as long as you don't do it, anything is fine.

He also noticed that the curse on this kid was disappearing, which made his scalp numb. Even the Nascent Soul cultivator couldn't control the fierce creature, but such a foundation-building cultivator played it in the palm of his hand.

Could it be the magical power passed on to him by Zhong Haoran?

"Just this little thing? It's really a waste." Chen Lang picked up the large and small bags on the ground and found that the pills were all ordinary recovery pills and Qi-nourishing pills. There were also many empty bottles. The top ones might have been eaten by him.

The talismans were of high quality. Some of them were offensive and seemed to have reached the golden elixir level. The rune light was diffused and the momentum was terrifying.

As for the spirit stones, there were quite a few.

"Give me the storage ring as well." Chen Lang looked at his hand.

His magic weapon was broken by the cursed bell, and now he was in need of one.

"Here." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord hesitated for a moment, took it off and threw it over. Chen Lang asked around and found that there were several large boxes of spirit stones inside.

There was also private money hidden.

After a simple inventory, Chen Lang packed up everything. He was not a poor guy. It was barely okay and enough to make back the money.

Moreover, he had heard of this person's name and felt that he could be fattened up and brushed repeatedly, so he simply kept it for now.

He thought about it and felt that it was necessary to continue to squeeze the value: "Do me a favor."

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