My cultivation script went astray

A crack appeared in the sky, and the sun shone in, shining on the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls was covered in blood, and was held by four fists and palms, but the blood color was a little dark, like some kind of blood stain that had accumulated for a long time, and then a little lighter, showing a light pink, and then even lighter, they were evaporating, revealing a white shirt.

The blood color of the whole world was fading.

Crack.

The ghost face mask also had cracks, and the cracks spread from the jaw along the eye sockets, and then broke into two halves, fell off the face of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, and flew away like leaves.

Success!

The leader of the Tianjian Sect was the first to react, and stretched out his hand to grab the broken mask, but a white palm greeted him and shook him back.

"Don't let him take it back!" The leader of the Tianjian Sect shouted.

The leader of the Qin Hall was a little surprised that this attack was so effective. He made a prompt decision and rushed forward to snatch the mask. No matter how deep the contradictions between their sects were, the Pingtian Sect was their common enemy.

With a bang, another palm came, steady as a mountain. Master Qin was shaken and his blood was boiling, and he lost the initiative.

After repelling the two people, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stepped forward to take off the mask, but another person had already stepped in first, it was Qin Fang.

"Haha, fellow Taoist, you are careless."

Qin Fang laughed loudly. Facing the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls who came to kill him again, he did not resist. While retreating, he clapped his hands together, smashed the broken mask into countless pieces, and threw it into the distance.

Buzz.

Golden lines appeared in the air, they quickly curled up, constructed a tiny teleportation array, caught each fragment, and teleported it completely away.

...

Pingtian Sect.

A leader was looting and slaughtering monks in the city, but at a certain moment, he suddenly felt something, looked up, and saw countless dead souls flying, constructing the Ten Thousand Souls Array, but he always felt something was wrong.

"Why did the soul flag fade?" The leader was shocked.

The blood-red Ten Thousand Souls Banner was still as powerful as before, commanding tens of millions of souls, but it had turned into a piece of white cloth.

In a room, after the Southern Sect Leader had finished his speech to his subordinates, he took out a piece of paper while taking a walk, and a kingfisher flew over from a distance.

"Go, old place."

He tied the paper to the kingfisher's feet and let it fly away. After doing this, he walked around again. Even if there was no one around, he was always so cautious.

In the Pingtian Sect, where there are so many masters and spies everywhere, even the most secretive fluctuations of the true essence will be captured, and even the most wonderful techniques will leave traces. On the contrary, this most primitive way of transmitting messages has never been noticed by anyone.

Suddenly, he heard a slight crack, his face changed slightly, and he fumbled in his pocket for a moment, and his face immediately became ugly.

A small mirror broke into countless pieces.

"Discovered?" The Southern Sect Leader was in doubt. This was the magic weapon of the Queen Mother and the carrier of the Soul Controlling Technique. It had always been with him, allowing him to bear the heavy responsibility of spreading the arcane technique. There had been no problems, but now it broke without any signs.

Am I going to die?

Looking at the green fragments in his palm, the Southern Sect Leader was surprisingly calm. Being a thief inside the house meant that one had to be mentally prepared to die at any time. Since the rebellion, he had been living in fear.

It was a pity that he didn't live to see the day when the Pingtian Sect was destroyed.

He sighed, straightened his collar, walked towards the camp, and calmly welcomed the trial. Then he found that the entire Pingtian Sect was in chaos, and the situation seemed to be different from what he expected.

What everyone was discussing was that the "Soul Breath" of the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls had disappeared.

"Soul Breath" is not a term in the world of cultivation, but a default name in the Pingtian Sect. Whenever the red fog surges and the Soul Breath appears, it means that the Queen Mother has come or the Queen Mother's means are here.

But today, the Soul Breath suddenly disappeared, which made it hard for people not to suspect that something was wrong with the Queen Mother herself.

"Did the queen get into trouble?" The Southern Sect Leader was surprised and looked into the distance.

...

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stopped and stopped trying to recover the fragments.

"It's a good idea. He told you that, right?" The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls said.

"Your domain is indeed extraordinary. Anyone who tries to compete with you in soul strength will return home in regret.

But I didn't expect that your body under the power of your soul would be so weak. Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, if you practice Taoism without refining your body, you will be sad in your grave. This is a taboo for cultivators of our generation." Qin Fang said.

It must be said that the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord is really a genius. He discovered such a fatal weakness.

The mask is an extremely difficult magic weapon. Now that it is broken, the problem is easy to solve.

"You are really not like the rumors." The leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect also looked at him.

There is no red mist around the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls. He is dressed in white clothes like snow, with long robes and long hair, and a gentle face. However, no matter how you look at it, it cannot be associated with the word "queen". Instead, he looks like a feminine Confucian scholar from a scholarly family, and his voice has always been neutral.

However, this face is in line with the basic setting of the villain.

"Lord of Ten Thousand Souls, we have already weighed your strength, and it doesn't seem so mysterious. Is there anything else?" Master Qin went around behind the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls.

Zhong Haoran stood at the other end, still full of vigilance.

A Yuanying cultivator would never have only one trump card. It is not so easy to suppress such a master, but being able to show his true face is definitely a good start.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls stood in the middle, twisting the last piece of mask fragment with his right hand, and flicking his ring finger rhythmically, as if thinking.

"Helping him, the consequences are not small. Is this the right thing to do?"

"Don't deduce on the battlefield. I just reminded you before. If you are careless again, you will have no chance." Qin Fang waved his hand, and the spear flew over. He stood up and jumped again, but the golden ancient chariot did not come. It was with the Tianjian Sect Master.

He snorted and glanced at the Tianjian Sect Master, then retracted his gaze, "Daoyou, are you ready to go?"

"I'm ready, what about you?"

The Lord of Ten Thousand Souls looked up, looked at the four masters, and flicked away the last fragment.

Then, he held his right hand in the air and slowly raised it. The light under his palm condensed and a figure appeared.

The eyes of the Qin Hall Master condensed, and that figure was him.

What kind of move is this, one breath into three pure ones?

Then, the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls also raised his left hand and summoned another figure, it was Zhong Haoran, and even summoned the brush in his hand.

The two figures, one on the left and one on the right, blocked in the middle.

"Duplicate? Imitating me will only lead to death." Qin, the hall master, was not polite. He held a ball of purple-red obscene fire in his hand and wanted to kill the clone.

But suddenly, the situation changed suddenly. Qin, the hall master's fake body, took the lead in attacking. He raised his hand and there was a sky full of purple flames. The ancient shadow of obscene fire gathered behind him. His eyes even showed bright purple. Black crystals grew all over his body, making him look weird.

With a punch, Qin, the hall master, hit the ground heavily.

"What's going on? Stealing my method?" Qin, the hall master, climbed up from the pit and was very shocked. That was his method. He actually had a certain ability to revert to his ancestors and transform, but he did not use this trick and never told anyone. Why would he need these to fight a fake body.

But the fake body greeted first.

At the same time, Zhong Haoran's fake body also rushed towards Zhong Haoran. The moment the two brushes met, Zhong Haoran's face darkened.

"This is true!" he said.

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