Chapter 142 Death or Life

When the six flags appeared together, all objections and doubts disappeared.

The Western Captain, Eagle, and other soul masters all stared silently at the blood flag in front of Chen Lang. They were wrapped in the blood flag and let the wind roll the flag and hit their faces.

They had all heard to some extent that a strange man who was good at wielding banners had come to the Pingtian Sect, but hearing was different from seeing, especially when they saw that this man was so young and did not give them any face at all.

They couldn't help but look at Lord Black Sparrow and the lonely banner in his hand.

When Chen Lang took out six blood flags, this contest was no longer meaningful.

It is not the comparison of goods that is feared, but the comparison of people. Lord Black Sparrow is one of the most experienced and most advanced soul masters. They dare not even think about how embarrassed Lord Black Sparrow will be.

"Do you know how I was forced away by the Tianjian Sect back then?" asked Lord Black Sparrow.

"Are you starting to reason?" Chen Lang stared at him.

This sentence made Lord Black Sparrow silent for a long time. He sighed and continued, "Actually, I don't care about the position of leader."

"Then admit defeat honestly."

Lord Black Sparrow said, "I just think it's funny that you and I are from the same school and should be fighting side by side, but we are fighting here."

"You have a low sense of humour, then."

Lord Black Sparrow thrust the bloody banner into the ground, "This child is incorrigible!"

"I didn't ask you to teach me." Chen Lang responded coldly. He just wanted to end the battle as soon as possible. After all, he had just broken through, and it was quite painful after such a violent breakthrough.

If there is a next time, he will definitely be able to adapt slowly.

Besides, what’s so interesting about the life experience of a loser from the Tianjian Sect?

The Southern Cult Leader arrived in an instant.

"No fighting flags allowed!"

Chen Lang turned a deaf ear to him. If not fighting for the flag, what else can he fight for? The flag is in my hand, and I am the rule.

Lord Black Sparrow waved his hand and the dead souls flew back. He stood under the suppression of Chen Lang's formation and restrained all his breath.

"Chen Lang, the competition is over, it's time for you to give up!" the Southern Sect Leader scolded.

"You say it's over, so it's over?" Chen Lang pushed the Soul Control Technique to its limit, constructed a formation, and increased the pressure to the maximum.

Only the dead will not compete with me for the position of leader.

Lord Black Sparrow suddenly began to drop in realm. He noticed something, and when he looked at Chen Lang, there was no longer any regret in his eyes, only endless disappointment, coldness and sharpness.

But his prediction was too good to be true. The next moment, he felt as if a string in his heart had broken. His control over the six blood flags collapsed in an instant, and ghosts flew everywhere.

Then, he began to methodically retrieve the souls in the blood flag one by one. Others noticed that the flame mark between Chen Lang's eyebrows was bright at this moment, which reminded them of something.

Looking at the Southern Sect Leader himself, they understood that it was the Southern Sect Leader who had taken over Chen Lang's body and was cleaning up the place.

"The leader is confused." Eagle couldn't help but laugh as he watched Chen Lang busy collecting souls.

"What's wrong?" The Western captain didn't understand why Lord Eagle was laughing.

The Eagle Mask quietly approached the Western Captain, glanced at "Chen Lang" carefully, and whispered: "His flag-controlling skills are also quite poor."

The Western helmsman watched "Chen Lang" frantically collecting his soul, and suddenly realized that as soon as the Southern leader took over the body, the formation constructed by the six blood flags collapsed. The more chaotic the situation was now, the greater the gap between him and Chen Lang.

Seeing that the leader was also so weak, they felt much better. It turned out that it was not that they were bad, but that this person was too strong.

It took nearly half an incense stick of time for the Southern Leader to return the dead souls to their places and the blood flags to their original owners. Finally, his spirit returned and he released the restrictions on Chen Lang.

Lord Black Sparrow was unharmed, but his face was very dark, and he sat back without saying a word.

"You might as well let me do it." Chen Lang broke free from control, rubbed his wrist and said.

The Southern Sect Leader broke through the defenses. He is a Jindan cultivator. How could he not know what his subordinates were saying and thinking?

But he is the leader, he has to stay calm. These people are all vying to be the leader, but they don't know how much pressure being a leader has to bear.

"Don't argue, let the queen decide."

This time, the Southern Cult Leader was very decisive. He took out a small round mirror and chanted a spell.

Soon, the mirror turned bloody, and blood mist filled the air, revealing the ghost face mask inside.

When many soul masters saw this, they all knelt down and saluted, but there were two who did not kneel. One was Chen Lang, and the other was Lord Black Sparrow, who was busy sulking.

"It's like this, the chief priest has died, and the grand sacrifice is about to begin again." The Southern Leader recounted what happened, but omitted the process of the previous contest.

After all, the Lotus branch has so many masters, but it’s embarrassing that they can’t defeat Chen Lang.

“Isn’t it just a position as a leader?” The queen seemed very interested. The pupils in the mask stared at the bloody Chen Lang. “I have a way.”

"Please arrange it, Your Majesty." The Southern Cult Leader bowed.

"Fighting and killing is too boring. Some things are destined by fate. You two can draw lots. Luck is also a part of strength, isn't it?"

"How to beat?" Lord Black Sparrow stood up, his heart skipping a beat. Given the Queen's style of doing things, the best solution would be for her to not interfere in anything, because once she interfered, everyone would suffer.

Even among the high-ranking members of the Pingtian Sect, few have ever seen the real body of the Empress. An old leader who had served in the Pingtian Sect for sixty years and successfully retired once summarized that in the eyes of the Empress, there are only two types of people:
One is a tool and the other is a plaything.

What will we be? Lord Black Sparrow wondered.

Two beams of light descended from the sky, casting two circles on the ground, filled with a faint blood color.

"Choose one each, one will die and one will be reborn. The dead will be reincarnated and the living will take up a position." The voice of the empress came.

"..."

Everyone felt cold in their hearts. This was really simple and crude.

They couldn't help but feel lucky that they had been eliminated long ago. If it had come to this, it would have been too late to quit.

"You two, make your choice." The Southern Sect Leader looked at Chen Lang and Lord Black Sparrow. Things had come to this point and there was nothing he could do.

Lord Black Sparrow looked serious as he stared at the two beams of light. After a moment, he stepped to the left.

But soon, he retreated because he sensed a strong sense of danger and murderous intent.

Then he moved another step to the right, but the premonition in his heart was exactly the same.

Two beams of blood-red light projected from the thick clouds. They were so close to each other that no difference could be seen.

He couldn't help but wonder, is there really a way out?
At this moment, he finally regretted it. He shouldn't have thought about becoming a cult leader, and he wouldn't have been forced to this point. He still wanted to live. He had a lot of things to do and many goals to achieve.

"Aren't you leaving?" Chen Lang said.

"You first." said Lord Black Sparrow.

Of course, he didn't have any luck. If Chen Lang chose one, another light would definitely shine on his head immediately, leaving him no chance of escape.

The results are the same, but he really doesn't want to choose.

"Okay." Chen Lang nodded, then suddenly stretched out his right arm, grabbed Lord Hei Que's neck, and dragged him into the beam of light on the left.

Lord Black Sparrow was still thinking and had no time to react. When he came to his senses, he was already standing in the beam of light.

Cold sweat flowed down his forehead, back and neck.

The blood light shines calmly.

"I'm not dead." Lord Black Sparrow said breathlessly.

But, does this count as a conclusion?

The Southern Sect Leader and others were very surprised. They did not expect Chen Lang to make such a decision. However, they soon realized that if both of them were alive, it meant that Chen Lang's choice was correct. The next step would be to sentence Lord Black Sparrow to death or to do it all over again. It would all be decided by the Queen. But at least, Chen Lang had already taken the lead.

If both of them are to die, then the Queen will definitely not kill them both, otherwise who will be the leader?
What a smart guy.

The Southern Cult Leader secretly sighed and basically gave up his plan against this person. He simply couldn't deal with him in terms of strength or means.

But the next moment, Chen Lang once again made a decision that shocked everyone.

He dragged Lord Black Sparrow again and rushed towards another beam of light.

This time there was only a moment of silence, and then their bodies collapsed at the same time, shattering like porcelain, and their skin was covered with cracks.

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(End of this chapter)