My cultivation script went astray

Chen Lang saw that the twilight aura in the old man in white gradually receded, the faint domineering aura disappeared, and his eyes became lewd.

"You're a little into the drama." Chen Lang said.

"It's just some sequelae, nothing serious." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord rubbed his brows to wake himself up.

Then, his eyes swayed, "Where is my spirit stone?"

"What spirit stone?"

"Didn't you just say you wanted to pay me back?"

"Do I have to do what I said?" Chen Lang asked.

This left the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord speechless for a while, but Chen Lang behaved generously and waved his hand: "Let's go, let's go. You can barely complete this mission. I won't pursue the past matters, so just leave."

The results this time surprised Chen Lang. The task that had been stuck was completed smoothly. This person may have some use in the future and can be kept.

"Are you sure this is enough?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord looked at Chen Lang for a while, took two steps and then turned back warily, "Then I'm leaving?"

"Let's go."

"Are you sure you won't hunt me down again?" the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said again.

"You need to ask me about this kind of thing?" Chen Lang said.

When the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord seized his body, he left traces in the divine sea, but as he transformed into the old sect master, even those traces changed.

Then, those traces gradually disappeared, and now he couldn't even trace them.

"That's good."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was relieved. Then, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I have another unkind request."

"No." Chen Lang said.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord ignored it and said slowly: "I want to know your method of controlling that bell. Can you pass it on to me?"

Chen Lang looked like an idiot and took out the cursed bell, "Actually, it has been refined and tamed by me, and it will not bite the master now. Why don't you try it yourself?"

"OK."

The timidity, surprise, and wretchedness on the Hundred Faced Demon Lord's face all disappeared in an instant, and he showed an unpredictable smile, "Chen Lang, are you ready to scare me again?"

When he received the "task", he actually had doubts in his heart. If Chen Lang really had the ability to control this evil bell at will, then he would still need his help for such a simple matter as inscribing the name on the ancestral monument?

Although he was wandering around the world, for a person who could kill a Golden Core cultivator at any time, asking him to do such a thing was as strange as the Yuanying old monster asking a Golden Core killer to help kill a junior Foundation Builder.

Of course, he didn't think that Chen Lang didn't have this strength. After all, he was chased all the way, suffered divine punishment, and he knew how badly he was injured.

Therefore, he believed that Chen Lang would have to pay a price for using this technique, which might be quite large.

Now, he is probably at the end of his game and is just bluffing.

"Why, you just experienced the life of the old sect leader, and you are confused again?" Chen Lang looked coldly and raised the curse bell.

"Shake it, I'll just stand."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "If you don't waver, don't say I won't give you a chance. I will be filial to your master."

Then, his pupils glowed, and his soul had the potential to leave the body. Lu Youzhi was exposed. The Tianjian Sect must have thought that he had escaped long ago, but he refused to leave. The most dangerous place was actually safe for him.

Even if he pretends to be the old master of Tianjian Sect, no one can tell. If he turns into Chen Lang, who would know? This person is inherently unpredictable.

But he did not forcefully invade Shenhai to seize the body. After all, he had learned from the past.

"Really? Then don't say that I won't give you a chance this time." Chen Lang stared at him, his voice gradually became indifferent, and he pointed his finger at the cursed bell to infuse the true essence.

The Hundred-Faced Demon just stared at him, motionless.

After a moment, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, "Chen Lang, you lose."

At this time, footsteps suddenly came from the side.

The temple guard turned back and asked, "What are you doing?"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord's expression changed, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth straightened stiffly. The color in his pupils quickly receded. He turned around and said: "Qingzhu, I think this young man has extraordinary abilities. You have gained a pretty good disciple." ”

"Yes."

The temple guard nodded, but his eyes stayed on the "old sect master". His cloudy eyes were now clear. He tried to remember the old sect master's face. His eyes were full of memories and regrets. In the end, they completely receded, leaving only regret and confusion.

"The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, it's time for you to go."

Hearing the sudden words, the "Old Sect Master"'s eyes changed suddenly, and a large amount of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Then, he suddenly took action, and the light of the runes around him was brilliant. He actually used more than a dozen secret arts at the same time, but The one who attacked was not Chen Lang, but the old temple guardian.

This frightened Chen Lang, because he even saw the secret sword skills of the Tianjian Sect, the soul-controlling magical powers of the Pingtian Sect, and some familiar magical powers, such as those from the Qingmu Sect. These magical powers were not well integrated. , but if you pick any one out, its power is at the level of golden elixir.

For a moment, the sacred and evil auras intertwined, and the true energy surged. Chen Lang had fought with Lu Ming, but at this moment, he felt that he had no resistance in front of this person. Even if he used the Ten Thousand Soul Banner, it would be more dangerous than good.

But the temple guardian just stamped his toes, and the entire ancestral mausoleum shook slightly. The eaves tiles swayed, dust fell, and the stone tiles on the ground jumped up and down like boiling water. He stretched out his right hand, and the huge ancestral monument in the distance suddenly rose up. Cut, the structure under the ground slowly pulled out, and the sword light was dazzling.

Even the long black sword behind Chen Lang was affected by the reaction and began to tremble slightly. Some black rust stains fell off the surface. It seemed difficult to resist the strong pressure of the sword.

[Sword comes out·No inscription]

The system suddenly popped up with several red fonts.

In an instant, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was sweating profusely, and all his magical powers collapsed. He emitted a puff of white smoke, which quickly turned into an afterimage, and he ran away.

The temple guard waved his sleeves, and the smoke and dust fell to the ground like gravity. At the same time, the chaotic stone bricks and tiles also returned to their places, very neatly.

He didn't chase, just looked at the direction of the horizon with emotion.

"So you saw it." Chen Lang was surprised, and he wanted to remind him.

At the same time, he was also surprised that I was so awesome that I actually chased the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord like a dead dog.

The old man who kept the temple was hiding quite deeply.

"Why don't you chase him? He is pretending to be the old sect leader, which is a crime of disrespect." Chen Lang said.

He was thinking before, not because he was afraid, but because he was weighing whether it was worth consuming the resurrection scroll in order to kill a Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

"Disguise?" The temple guard squinted into the distance, his eyes blurred, "If a person has the face, memory, and personality of another person, is he still the same person? It may not matter."

"He is a miserable man who can live like anyone but not himself."

"Senior's words are well-founded and convincing."

Chen Lang said, "I'm leaving."

Anyway, the mission has been completed, and this ancestral mausoleum will have no value in the future. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord's appearance is his own business, so I'm running away.

"Stay." The temple guard said.

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