Chapter 110 Your banner is my banner!

Chen Lang noticed that the flags of other flag-raisers were not pure white. The least they had were three red lines and a faint pink hue.

He had also learned about this in the past few days. If there was a red line on the white flag, it represented one hundred souls. As the number of souls increased, the red lines became denser. When the number reached three to five thousand souls, it was basically all dyed red.

Among the dozen or so banners, the one with the most red stripes even had eleven, and that was the pink banner.

"They have been the flag-bearers for several months. Is there anything strange about that?" replied the Western leader.

"What about him?" Chen Lang pointed at the pink banner, "How many months can he collect a thousand souls?"

Don't tell me that's a girl's flag, it's just this color.

The man holding the pink flag spoke up and replied indifferently, "That's the number of layers of the flag, not the number of lives. Don't you even understand this?"

The Western leader explained, "Generally speaking, at the peak of Qi Refining, one life counts as one level of the Dead Soul, and at the Foundation Establishment level, it counts as two to three levels. By analogy, at the peak of the Foundation Establishment level, it can even count as dozens or hundreds of levels, while the average Qi Refining cultivator can't even count as one level with several lives.

He has only killed some high-ranking monks, which doesn’t mean he has killed a thousand people.”

"So that's how it is." Chen Lang suddenly realized.

Stacking Q in this desert reaper.

Who says everyone is equal in the face of death?

However, others have hundreds or thousands of layers, but he doesn’t even have one, so he will definitely be at a disadvantage in the battle.

"I don't have any levels at all, how do you want me to nourish my soul?" Chen Lang asked.

A flag-raising person laughed and said, "Kill it manually, starting from scratch. Everyone has come this far."

"Find a solution yourself. Do you want us to help you?"

The other flag-raising people looked on indifferently. In fact, when they got the soul flags, they all had at least one or two hundred souls. But it was obvious that the Western Leader deliberately gave Chen Lang an empty flag, so they did not expose it.

"So according to what was said before, as long as I develop the blood flag, I can make a request, right?" Chen Lang asked, "No matter what method is used?"

"Of course." said the Western leader.

"It's a deal?"

The Western leader thought, is there something wrong? He then added, "You can't kill your own people."

"Easy to say."

Seeing that he agreed, Chen Lang made a gesture with his hand, and the flags in the hands of a dozen flag-raising people lost control and flew up on their own.

"Come out everyone." Chen Lang called out.

Woohoo!

A large number of dead souls flew out from the white banners, and from small black streams, they gathered into a wide black stream, circling in the air and forming a dark cloud.

"What are you doing?" The other flag-raising people glared and shouted.

Then, someone used the Soul Control Technique and shouted, "Collect!"

Looking at the Black River that was beginning to flow backwards, Chen Lang sneered, "Do you dare to go back? Take it back!"

As he stretched out his hand and waved, the ghosts began to drill into the white flag in Chen Lang's hand, and soon, a blood-colored pattern appeared.

The second way, the third way.
The Western leader's expression changed. He realized what he had missed and shouted, "Chen Lang, how dare you! You are forbidden to rob others."

"It's too late. Can I assume you're regretting it?" Chen Lang responded coldly.

I just stole souls, I didn't kill anyone.

Seeing that the flag in Chen Lang's hand was gradually dyed red, and in the blink of an eye there were more than ten lines, even if the Western Leader regretted it, he could only suppress the anger in his heart at this moment.

"You are disrupting the order of our church. If the higher-ups find out, you will be punished."

"Do you want to report it? Okay."

Chen Lang collected all the dead souls almost instantly. He waved the flag and put the pole in his arms. "Remember to say this when you report it. You are ignorant and suppress talents like me. You only gave me a white flag without layers. I am waiting for your response."

The Western leader had a grim look in his eyes and was filled with murderous intent, but the power of life and death over Chen Lang was in the hands of the Southern leader, so he couldn't do it.

And he has taken away all the souls of the dead. Damn it, this is even more troublesome.

"What do you mean?"

"Take away my credit? Are you looking for death?"

The group of flag bearers were furious and stared at Chen Lang. Some of them took out their weapons. If it weren't for their status, they would have killed him long ago. At the same time, they were also shocked. They had only heard that Chen Lang was "born to hold a flag" before, but had never seen him. Now that they saw him, they regretted it.

Being able to snatch the soul from someone else's banner, what level of magical power is this in the Soul Control Technique? How come I have never heard of it?

Their cultivation is not weak. Only three or four are in the early stage of foundation building, and most are in the middle stage. Some are even similar to the Western leader. How could they tolerate humiliation from a young cultivator in the early stage of foundation building?

The Western leader looked at it and did not step forward. He stood aside and sneered:
"Chen Lang, hand it over and stop making trouble. Work hard and you will get what you deserve. Don't have these crooked thoughts, they will only make you trapped."

With the tacit approval of the Western leader, the dozen or so people raising pink flags became even more wanton. The owner of the pink flag grabbed Chen Lang, and a strange suction force appeared on the flag, trying to fly over.

call!
Chen Lang waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and the souls of the dead poured into the air, transforming into a huge black hand, heading towards killing the owner of the pink banner.

"Do you want to attack me?" Chen Lang's eyes were bright, "I have to defend myself!"

"you!"

The owner of the pink banner retreated violently. Although his cultivation was close to the late stage of foundation building, with more than a dozen banners gathered together, the number of dead souls was close to three thousand, equivalent to half a blood banner. He could only avoid the sharp edge temporarily.

"Chen Lang! Are you looking for death?" The Western leader had a ferocious look on his face.

"What? You want to kill me too?" Chen Lang was overjoyed and directed his attack at the Western Leader.

"you"

The Western leader could no longer tolerate this. He took out the communication bead and said, "Since you don't obey me, I will contact the Southern leader to deal with you."

Seeing this, Chen Lang gave up and said, "Please make it clear that you were the first to do it."

"All of you should have put away your magical powers."

The Western leader sighed and told the other flag-raisers to stop their attacks. These idiots were useless and could even snatch away the souls in his flag.

These flag-raising people had ferocious looks on their faces and were still staring at Chen Lang, but they were obviously much calmer. Chen Lang held thousands of souls in his hands, and if he took action again, they might also become the dead souls in the flag.

"You have collected so many souls, what should we do?" the other flag-raising people asked.

Chen Lang smiled and said, "Kill it manually, start from scratch, everyone has come this far."

Everyone was furious. How could they start from scratch? They worked hard to earn some credit, and then he took it away from them?
"I quit."

Someone threw the pole, "If the mission fails and the higher-ups ask about it, I'll say someone was busy fighting among themselves and stole our magic weapon."

"I won't do it either."

The others threw down their poles and refused to carry out the mission.

"If you don't do it, someone else will."

Chen Lang put away the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and said, "I'll do it alone."

He counted them clearly, there were twenty-three bars in total. The power was not as high as that of the Southern Leader, but it was enough.

It’s a pity that I didn’t see where the Western Leader’s banner was. If I could get it, this banner would definitely take me to a higher level.

"you?"

The owner of the pink banner sneered, "I want to see how you can deal with the four or five hundred people of the Qingmu Sect alone?"

Chen Lang shook his head, too lazy to even explain, "Do you know what professional matching is?"

"Then you can watch it."

Chen Lang looked forward and asked, "When will we start?"

"Tomorrow." The Western leader was very unhappy, but it didn't matter. If he took away all the souls, he had to be prepared to bear all the pressure. Did he really think that he could do whatever he wanted with a Banner of Ten Thousand Souls?
"Today, right now." said Chen Lang.

"You are in charge?" The Western leader stared at him.

Chen Lang waved the Ten Thousand Souls Banner and said, "I'll kill them, you guys can do whatever you want."

Then he turned and left.

The Western leader was on the verge of an explosion, but there was nothing he could do. All the banners had been taken away by Chen Lang, and most of the power was concentrated in his hands. If people from the Qingmu Sect came looking for them, they would suffer a great loss.

But of course he couldn't admit it, and sneered, "Then everyone should follow him, lest he dies and his soul fall into the hands of the enemy."

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(End of this chapter)