My cultivation script went astray

"Look, I've given you everything, how can I help you?"

The Hundred-Faced Demon is now in a miserable state, with cracks all over his body and blood pouring out. Although the curse has disappeared, his injuries cannot be reversed like Chen Lang.

Chen Lang said: "Aren't you good at disguise? Since it's not a magical power that can't be taught, then I have someone who needs to dress up."

"There are conditions for my disguise." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was afraid that Chen Lang would misunderstand, "It is a necessary condition to achieve the disguise."

"Say." Chen Lang said.

He can guess this. If anyone can pretend, then wouldn't the children of each family be at his mercy?

Every sect and family has become his meal, how could he be like this?

"First, I need to get the soul mark of the original person, and I need to have his memory."

"Second, I want to know what he looks like."

"Third, the original owner had better die, otherwise I will be exposed."

"This is not difficult." Chen Lang replied, "The person I want you to pretend to be is dead long ago, and there should be a soul imprint, but it may be a little incomplete, and the appearance is only a painting. Are these enough?"

"Enough." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said. The soul mark is required, which is an additional condition to make it more difficult to distinguish.

"Tell me, who do you want me to imitate?"

As long as you can get rid of this plague god, it doesn't matter if you use some force. When the time comes, you can just find a way to cut off the remaining soul connection and wait for an opportunity to escape.

Chen Lang smiled slightly, "Come back with me and I'll show you."

Half an hour later, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord stood in a large tomb, looking at the portrait of an old man on the wall, lost in thought.

"Aren't you going a little too far?" the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said.

"Why is it too much? I'm here to worship my ancestors. Isn't it natural for me to come to see my ancestors?"

"Is this the reason why you asked me to imitate the master of Tianjian Sect?"

He has imitated countless people in his life, but he has never taken on such a high-end job.

Chen Lang said: "What are you afraid of? The person has been dead for a long time, and the portrait is very clear. I can give you the soul mark later. Isn't it enough to have so many preparations?"

Tianjian Sect does not only have this one sect leader, but also changed people and horses, but those are very ancient things, and Chen Lang only has a partial understanding of them.

Quite a lot of information was found from the urns before.

"It's immoral of you to do this." The Hundred-Faced Demon said.

"Just say it's okay." Chen Lang held the bell, "If you can't meet these requirements, then you can leave."

"Okay, just say it's okay."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was confused. It was not difficult to imitate a human form. The main thing was what to do after imitating. The question was, could he do what the leader of a sect did?

Chen Lang took out the black long sword. When he just came back, he took back all the exploded equipment. "You stand still and I will chop you."

The Hundred-Faced Demon stared at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He suspected that Chen Lang wanted to plant a mark on him so that he could be followed later, and then he would chase him with the broken bell and never be able to get away.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt, it'll be fine in a moment."

Chen Lang didn't explain, so he struck down with his sword.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord frowned. Although he was injured, his cultivation was still there. He quickly dodged and stood in the corner.

"As for that? There is a spirit in my sword, which has absorbed the obsession of the old sect master, and has his soul imprint in it." Chen Lang said, "I am just a foundation-building monk, what are you afraid of?"

"Who knows what dirty tricks you might use."

Chen Lang struck again with his sword.

After receiving the explanation, the Hundred-Faced Demon King was still not at ease, but this time he tried to take over the sword energy.

Then, he was confused.

Endless confusing and complicated information came into his mind, as if there were countless dying people whispering in his ears, giving their last words.

In another moment, he woke up, his eyes full of surprise.

"So fast?" Chen Lang was surprised. This guy's reaction speed was much faster than Zhou Yuanxing, Wuya, and even the old man guarding the temple.

There are heavyweight things in this sword spirit, various golden elixirs and major repairs, and even the obsession of the Yuanying old monster. It is very contagious and has a huge amount of information. He took a long time to digest it.

You could have asked this guy to go find the ashes in the urn yourself, but the problem is that he moved the ashes, and it's hard to tell whether the ashes in it are his.

"Nonsense, that's what I do."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord sorted out the complicated information and quickly found the memory belonging to the previous sect master. It was incomplete, but useful.

He stared at the mural of the old man on the wall and thought about it for a moment. Then his body began to crackle, and his skin became sallow, thin, and wrinkled.

Soon, his whole appearance changed, and he looked gloomy, as if he had stepped out of a mural.

"Is this okay?" Even his voice changed, becoming calm and powerful.

Chen Lang walked around and said, "Yeah, okay, I think they look similar."

It was just like the real one, although he had never seen the real one and didn't even know what the ashes were called.

"What do you want me to do?" said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

Chen Lang said: "Recently, the sect alliance is fighting against the Pingtian Sect. You are responsible for killing the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls."

"..." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "You'd better take out your bell. I think this is more useful."

"Don't worry, it was just a joke."

Chen Lang said: "The ancestor worship ceremony is being held now. I want you to destroy the scene and ask the temple guardians to name me so that I can be listed on the heavenly list.

As far as I know, you are a Jindan cultivator, and so is he, so it shouldn’t be difficult for you to deal with him. Can you do this? "

"What if you can't do it?"

"You should learn from me." Chen Lang said, "Don't worry about whether it succeeds or not, just do it first."

No matter whether it succeeds or not, it's not me who will die if it's exposed.

"Okay."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "But my cultivation is still too different from that of the old sect master, and it's easy to be seen through. To be safe, you lend me the bell and the correct way to use it, so that I will be more like it."

"The old sect master has heard your plan in the underworld." Chen Lang said.

"Forget it, I'm leaving."

The "old sect master" stood up, his eyes gradually cleared from turbidity, and his temperament changed with every step he took. His back became hunched and his eyes became vicissitudes. He was no longer himself when he just walked out of the mausoleum. If Chen Lang hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't tell at all.

"The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, he really has a hundred faces." Chen Lang sighed, this scene was a miracle.

"I am Ye Ying, not a demon king, I am a god king."

The "old master" turned his head, took a step, and walked in the air. The whole sea of ​​​​the mausoleum was in his sight.

Finally, he sighed lightly and came to the center of the mausoleum in an instant. The temple keeper had just named the fourth person who won the sky bead and was about to release the fifth sky bead.

Since Chen Lang was arranged, everything went smoothly without any twists and turns.

At this time, the temple keeper felt something and looked up in the air. A figure stood on the steps, smiling and looking at him.

"Old Liu, I haven't seen you for many years."

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