My cultivation script went astray

"Tell me."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "I will stop the analysis now, take these two bodies out, tell them to let us go first, and then return the analysis results to them."

"I thought you had a good idea." Chen Lang sneered.

"They definitely don't believe me, but you are different. You can't escape from the Heavenly Sword Sect. When the time comes, can't you just engrave a copy of the analysis results for them?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord paused for a moment, "Don't tell me you haven't learned it yet."

"It's too troublesome. Let's see who can run faster." Chen Lang refused without hesitation.

"I really can't do anything with you."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had to continue the analysis. It was already coming to an end. If he unilaterally refused to continue, it would only make the Wuzhongmen come down earlier to catch him.

Half a day later, the analysis of this human-sized body was completed.

There was only the last one left.

"Don't you really consider the way out?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord asked again.

"No need."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had to drag the last body out of the corner and start the analysis.

This corpse was particularly large and well preserved. When the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord straightened it, its huge head almost touched the ceiling of the Hall of Heroes. Even though its skin and flesh were shriveled, one could still imagine what it looked like in its prime.

If I remember correctly, this was the most conspicuous one I saw when I arrived at the hall.

"It's really a work of art." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord looked up and admired it, and couldn't help but sigh.

Then, he put his hand on the head of the corpse, absorbed the soul fragments, transformed his body, and began to analyze it.

[Completion 76%]

Chen Lang opened the panel. From the progress, it was obvious that the inheritance of the wretched fire was missing. Even if it was completely analyzed, a part of it had been lost over the long years.

However, he was not obsessive-compulsive. His philosophy was always to be enough. After all, he only needed to be responsible for his own cultivation, and he didn't need to be responsible for whether the inheritance could continue.

"I think this analysis is completed, and the completion can be at least increased to more than 80%." Chen Lang looked up at the last corpse.

He felt that he was strong enough now. He had been suppressing his cultivation for half a month and had not tried it because the place was too small.

While he was thinking, he suddenly felt that the "Hundred-Faced Demon Lord" in front of him had a chaotic aura. He did not show Chen Lang after analyzing the Taoism as usual. His skin and flesh began to twitch abnormally, and his bones collided with each other and creaked.

At first, the eyes of the ancient corpse of the wretched fire he transformed into were bleeding. Soon, the ancient corpse opened his eyes, looked at the other corpses placed around in a mess, and spoke in human language:

"Why are you all looking at me? Aren't the Tao patterns engraved on me different from yours?"

Then, he laughed wildly, "Hahaha! Inheritance? What inheritance? Destroy them all!"

"Am I, the dignified Tianjian Sect Master Ye Ying, the kind of person who needs to inherit the Taoism of others? Even if you scatter my ashes, I can still fight all over the world with the Ten Thousand Souls Banner!"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord began to talk nonsense, sometimes sad and sometimes laughing, and his body began to blur. Sometimes he was in human form, and sometimes he was covered with black crystals and turned into a sturdy and muscular wretched fire beast.

"Stop doing evil things, sit down and comprehend for me, the last one." Chen Lang said.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord ignored him, jumping and jumping on the ground, and his body grew uncontrollably, soon filling up half of the Hall of Heroes. He was about to transform into a real ancient fire beast.

"It's over, it's really crazy." Chen Lang stood up.

At the same time, someone on the Qin family's high platform also showed joy.

"He got hit."

The hall master stroked the railing, looking at the Hall of Heroes standing in the valley, his fingers gently tapped, still waiting.

"Hall master, do it, he has lost control, if he transforms later, it may cause damage to other heroes." Elder Mu next to him was eager to try.

"What a powerful blood power."

The hall master narrowed his eyes slightly, feeling the powerful fluctuations coming from below, and was intoxicated by it. This was the complete analysis he had always longed for. Getting a complete ancient immortal Taoist tradition is an extremely precious treasure for both himself and the Qin family.

This is only the power displayed by the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord in his mad state. If he is awake, it will be even stronger.

"Thank you, Hundred-Faced Demon Lord."

The hall master stood up straight. Now that he has confirmed everything, he can act.

"I will take down Chen Lang. He should have learned it. I will let him engrave it again word by word.

You go and take down the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord. Remember not to kill him. In case Chen Lang doesn't cooperate, he can be a backup."

Then, the hall master set off. The pressure he faced was not small. Zhong Haoran also noticed the abnormality in the Hall of Heroes. This would be the biggest obstacle for him to capture Chen Lang.

"Yes."

The elder Mu next to him was also ready to take action. His task was not difficult. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord had gone crazy. The Taoist magic cast by the hall master himself would make the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord lose his mind and soul even if he had thousands of abilities. He personally analyzed the soul mark of the ancient corpse of the wretched fire. Unless all the memories were destroyed, the gods could not save him.

Suddenly, Elder Mu frowned, "Master, are the cigarette ashes scattered upstairs?"

He saw some gray flocculent ashes floating in the air, slowly landing on the vermilion railings, with a faint fragrance.

But this is the top floor.

The master was also stunned for a moment, and suddenly his face changed, "Not good!"

He quickly jumped over the railing, his body turned into a shadow, and ran towards the Hall of Heroes.

After a breath, he came back again, covered with incense ash that had fallen from nowhere, and he was exhausted.

The incense ash flew and hung in the air, causing cracks in the air, and a protective light film appeared, and then slowly broke.

The tribute table and the statues of gods in the back were disintegrating, and dark patterns appeared on the ground. The statues of birds with wings spread on the eaves in the distance were covered with cracks.

Directly above the head, dark clouds were densely covered, and flashing thunder of different colors were intertwined.

In the Hall of Heroes, this phenomenon was even more obvious.

Dinglingling~

The crisp sound of the bell rang, and Chen Lang held the copper bell and rang it gently and continuously, filling every inch of the space.

Bright light burst out from the more than 30 ancient corpses of the wretched fire in the surrounding area, and the runes engraved in the corpses appeared to resist the erosion force, and then turned into incense ash and floating, filling the hall with dust.

Almost in an instant, those ancient corpses of the wretched fire were half buried in the ground, and cracks continued to appear, and incense ash puffed out.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was not much better. It seemed that he was affected by the Curse Bell. His transformation into the Ancient Fire Beast was forced to stop. He returned to human form and crawled in the flying incense ash. He was gradually buried. After tossing and roaring for a while, he stopped moving.

"It's really cool to be irresponsible." Chen Lang sighed.

This method is still simple. If you are a normal person, it must be very difficult to solve the current predicament.

"Stop!"

The hall master stood on a distant pavilion and roared with a powerful voice. He didn't even dare to transmit the sound, because this curse power could even find him through divine thoughts.

"Chen Lang! My Qin family kindly let you enter the Hall of Heroes to practice, why do you destroy my Taoism?"

The hall master's voice was loud and clear, shaking the world. He was really angry. That was the Ancient Fire Corpse that the Qin family collected in two hundred years, and he watched it being destroyed!

As the hall master, he immediately recognized that what Chen Lang used was the long-lost but notorious Curse Bell!

Damn it, I should have searched him before letting him in.

But why is he fine?

"I'm used to burning things after reading them." Chen Lang held up the bell and looked outside. The fierce curse power had torn a hole in the Hall of Heroes, revealing half of the sky.

He smiled and said:

"Master, I am the only one who can inherit the obscene fire now. I am the only one."

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