Chapter 198 New approach
"Look, I've given you everything. How else can I help you?"

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord is in a miserable state now, with cracks all over his body and blood oozing out. Although the curse has disappeared, his injuries cannot be reversed like Chen Lang's.

Chen Lang said: "Aren't you good at disguise? Since it's not a magical power that can't be taught, then I have someone who needs you to disguise yourself."

"My disguise is conditional." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was afraid that Chen Lang would misunderstand him. "It is a necessary condition to achieve the disguise."

"Speak." Chen Lang said.

He could guess all this. If anyone could disguise themselves, wouldn't the children of various families be at his mercy?

All the sects and families have become his prey. How could he have ended up like this?

"First, I need to get the soul mark of the original body. I need to have his memories."

"Second, I want to know what he looks like."

"Third, the original owner had better be dead, otherwise I will be exposed."

"That's not difficult." Chen Lang replied, "The person I want you to pretend to be has died a long time ago. There should be a soul mark, but it may be a little incomplete. There is only one picture of his appearance. Are these enough?"

"Enough." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said. The need for a soul mark was originally an additional condition that could make it more difficult to distinguish oneself.

"Tell me, who should I imitate?"

As long as I can get rid of this plague god, it doesn't matter if I put in some effort. When the time comes, I'll just find a way to sever the remaining soul connections and wait for an opportunity to escape.

Chen Lang smiled slightly, "Come back with me and I'll show you."

Half an hour later, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord stood in a large tomb, staring at the portrait of an old man on the wall in a daze.

"Aren't you going too far?" said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

"How is that too much? I'm here to worship my ancestors. Isn't it natural for me to see them?"

"Is this the reason why you asked me to imitate the leader of the Heavenly Sword Sect?"

He has imitated countless people in his life, but has never taken on such a high-end job.

Chen Lang said, "What are you afraid of? He has been dead for a long time. The portrait is very clear. I can give you the soul mark later. Isn't it enough to have so much preparation?"

The Tianjian Sect has had more than one leader, and its leaders have changed before, but those were all very old things, and Chen Lang only had a vague understanding of them.

A considerable amount of information was previously found in the urn.

"What you are doing is immoral." said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

"Just tell me if it's okay or not." Chen Lang held the bell. "If you can't even do this, then you can leave."

"Okay, if you say it's okay, then it's okay."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord made up his mind. It was not difficult to imitate a human form. The main thing was what to do after the imitation. The question was, could he do what the leader of a sect did?

Chen Lang took out the black long sword. When he came back just now, he took back all the equipment that had exploded. "Stand still, I'll chop you."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord stared at him, "Do you think I'm stupid?"

He suspected that Chen Lang wanted to plant a mark on him, so that it would be easier to track him, and then he would chase him with the broken bell and he would never be able to get rid of him.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a moment."

Chen Lang didn't explain and slashed down with his sword.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord frowned. Although he was injured, his cultivation was still there. He dodged quickly and stood in the corner.

"Is it that serious? There is a spirit in my sword. It has absorbed the old sect master's obsession and has his soul mark inside." Chen Lang said, "I am just a foundation-building cultivator. What are you afraid of?"

"Who knows what despicable means you will use next."

Chen Lang slashed with the sword again.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was still not reassured after getting the explanation, but this time he tried to take on the sword energy.

Then, he was stunned. An endless amount of confusing and complicated information entered his mind, as if countless dying people were whispering in his ears, leaving their last words.

In another moment, he woke up, his eyes full of surprise.

"So fast?" Chen Lang was surprised. This guy's reaction speed was much faster than Zhou Yuanxing, Wu Ya, and even the old man guarding the temple.

This sword spirit contains a lot of heavyweight things, including the obsessions of various Jindan masters and even Yuanying monsters. It is very contagious and contains a huge amount of information. It took him a long time to digest it.

Originally, we could have let this guy search the urn himself, but the problem is that he has moved the ashes, and now it is hard to say whether the person inside is actually him.

"Nonsense, that's what I do."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord sorted out the complex information and quickly found the memories of the previous sect leader. They were incomplete, but useful.

He stared at the mural of the old man on the wall and contemplated for a moment. Then his flesh began to crackle, his skin became sallow, thin, and wrinkled.

Soon, his entire appearance changed, and he looked gloomy and as if he had walked out of a mural.

"Is this okay?" Even his voice changed, becoming steady and powerful.

Chen Lang walked around and said, "Yeah, sure. I think it looks like it."

It looked just like the real thing, even though he had never seen the real thing and didn't even know what the ashes were called.

"What do you want me to do?" said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

Chen Lang said: "Recently, the sect alliance has been fighting against the Pingtian Sect. You are responsible for killing the Lord of Ten Thousand Souls."

"..." said the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord, "You should take out your bell. I think this one will be more useful."

"Don't worry, it's just a joke."

Chen Lang said: "The ancestor worship ceremony is being held now. I want you to go and destroy the scene and ask the temple keeper to write my name so that I can be on the Heavenly List legitimately.

As far as I know, you are at the Golden Core level, and so is he, so it shouldn't be difficult for you to deal with him. Can you do this?"

"What if you can't do it?"

"You should learn from me." Chen Lang said, "Don't worry about whether something will succeed or not, just do it first."

I don’t care whether it succeeds or not. If the secret is exposed, I won’t be the one to die.

"it is good."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "However, my cultivation is still too different from that of the old sect master. It is easy for me to be seen through. To be safe, you should lend me the bell and the correct way to use it. This way, I will be more like the old sect master."

"Your old master heard everything in his netherworld," said Chen Lang.

"Forget it, I'm leaving."

The "old sect leader" stood up, his eyes gradually went from cloudy to clear. With every step he took, his temperament changed, his back became hunched, his eyes became weathered. As soon as he walked out of the mausoleum, he was no longer himself. If Chen Lang had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have been able to tell the difference.

"The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord really does have a hundred faces." Chen Lang sighed, this scene was truly a miracle.

"I am Ye Ying, not a demon king, I am a god king."

The "old sect leader" turned his head, took a step forward, and walked in the air. The entire sea of ​​​​tombs was in his sight.

Finally, he sighed lightly and arrived at the center of the mausoleum in an instant. The temple keeper had just named the fourth person who won the Dzi bead and was preparing to release the fifth Dzi bead.

Since Chen Lang was assigned, everything has gone smoothly without any setbacks.

At this moment, the temple keeper sensed something and looked up into the air. A figure was standing on the steps, looking at him with a smile on his face.

"Old Liu, haven't seen you for many years."

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(End of this chapter)