Chapter 201 It’s time for you to go
Chen Lang saw that the old man in white was gradually losing his tired look, and his domineering aura disappeared, and his eyes became wretched.

"You are really immersed in the role." Chen Lang said.

"It's just some aftereffects, not a big deal." The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord rubbed his brows to keep himself awake.

Then, his eyes flickered, "Where is my spirit stone?"

"What spirit stone?"

"Didn't you just say you would pay me back?"

"Do you have to do it just because I say so?" Chen Lang asked back.

This left the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord speechless, but Chen Lang acted very generously and waved his hand, saying, "Let's go, let's go. I'll consider that you have barely completed this mission. I won't pursue the previous matters. Let's go."

Chen Lang was surprised by the results this time. The task that had been stuck was completed very neatly. This person might be useful in the future, so he could be kept.

"Are you sure this is all right?" The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord looked at Chen Lang for a while, took two steps, and looked back warily, "Then I'll leave?"

"Let's go."

"Are you sure you won't hunt me down again?" the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said again.

"Do you need to ask me about this?" Chen Lang said.

When the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord took over his body, he left traces in the Sea of ​​​​God, but as he transformed into the old sect master, even those traces changed.

Afterwards, the traces gradually disappeared, and he had no way to track them now.

"That's good."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was relieved. Then, he hesitated for a moment and said, "I have another unwelcome request."

"No." Chen Lang said.

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord ignored him and said slowly, "I want to know how you control that bell. Can you teach it to me?"

Chen Lang looked at him as if he was an idiot and took out the Cursed Bell. "Actually, I have refined and tamed it. Now it won't devour its owner. Why don't you try it yourself?"

"Okay."

The timidity, suspicion, and vulgarity on the face of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord disappeared instantly, and he showed an unpredictable smile, "Chen Lang, are you going to scare me again?"

When he received the "task", he actually had doubts in his heart. If Chen Lang really had the ability to control this evil bell at will, then why did he still need his help in such a simple matter as inscribing the name on the ancestral stele?
Although he was a roaming martial artist, for a man who could kill Jindan cultivators at any time, asking him to do such a thing was as strange as an old Yuanying monster asking a Jindan killer to help kill a young foundation-building cultivator.

Of course, he also didn't think that Chen Lang didn't have the ability. After all, he had been chased all the way, suffered punishment from heaven, and he knew how badly he had been injured.

Therefore, he believed that Chen Lang would have to pay a price for using this technique, and it might be a high price.

Now, he is probably at the end of his strength and is just bluffing.

"What's wrong? You just experienced the life of the old sect leader and you're confused again?" Chen Lang's face was cold and he raised the curse bell.

"Shake it, I'll just stand there."

The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord said, "If you don't shake it, don't say I won't give you a chance. I will be filial to your master."

Afterwards, his pupils glowed and his soul seemed to leave his body. Lu Youzhi was exposed. The Tianjian Sect must have thought that he had escaped long ago, but he refused to leave. The most dangerous place was actually safer for him.

No one could tell that he was disguised as the old leader of the Tianjian Sect. If he turned into Chen Lang, who would know? This person was unpredictable.

But he did not forcibly invade the Divine Sea and take over the body, after all, he had learned from the previous experience.

"Really? Then don't say I didn't give you a chance this time." Chen Lang stared at him, his voice gradually faded, and he poured his true energy into the cursed bell. The Hundred-Faced Demon Lord just stared at him, motionless.

After a moment, the corners of his mouth curled up slightly, "Chen Lang, you lose."

At this moment, footsteps suddenly came from the side.

The temple keeper turned back and asked, "What are you doing?"

The expression of the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord changed, and the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised straightened stiffly. The color in his pupils quickly faded. He turned around and said, "Qingzhu, I think this young man has extraordinary roots. You have accepted a good disciple."

"Yes."

The temple keeper nodded, but his gaze remained on the "old sect master". His cloudy eyes were now clear. He tried hard to remember the old sect master's face. His eyes were filled with memories and emotion, which finally faded away, leaving only regret and confusion.

"Lord Hundred Faces, it's time for you to go."

Hearing this sudden sentence, the "old sect master's" eyes changed suddenly, and beads of cold sweat dripped from his forehead. Then, he attacked suddenly, and the runes around him lit up brightly. He actually performed more than a dozen secret techniques at the same time, but he did not attack Chen Lang, but the old temple keeper.

This shocked Chen Lang, because he even saw the sword-writing secret technique of the Tianjian Sect, the soul-controlling magical power of the Pingtian Sect, and some familiar magical powers, as if they came from the Qingmu Sect. These magical powers were not well integrated together, but the power of any one of them was at the Jindan level.

For a moment, the sacred and evil auras intertwined, and the true energy surged. Chen Lang had fought with Lu Ming before, but at this moment he felt that he had no power to resist this man. Even if he used the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, it would be dangerous.

But the temple keeper just stamped his toes, and the whole ancestral mausoleum shook slightly, the eaves tiles swayed, dust fell, and the stone bricks on the ground jumped up and down like boiling water. He stretched out his right hand, and the huge ancestral stele in the distance suddenly rose a bit, and the structure under the ground slowly pulled out, and the sword light was dazzling.

Even the black sword behind Chen Lang was affected and began to tremble slightly. Some black rust fell off the surface. It seemed that it could hardly withstand the strong pressure of the sword.

[Sword Out·Unnamed]

Several red fonts suddenly popped up on the system.

In an instant, the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord was sweating profusely, and all his magical powers collapsed. He let out a puff of white smoke, and then quickly turned into a residual image, and he ran away.

The temple keeper waved his sleeves, and the smoke and dust fell to the ground as if they had gravity. At the same time, the messy bricks and tiles returned to their places in a very neat manner.

He did not chase after it, but just looked at the horizon with emotion.

"So you figured it out." Chen Lang was surprised. He wanted to remind him.

At the same time, he was also very surprised that I was so awesome that I had chased the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord like a dead dog.

The temple keeper, Lao Deng, is quite secretive.

"Why not chase him? He disguised himself as the old sect leader, which is a crime of disrespect." Chen Lang said.

He was thinking before, not because he was afraid, but he was just weighing whether it was worth consuming the resurrection scroll in order to kill a Hundred-Faced Demon Lord.

"Disguise?" The temple keeper squinted into the distance, his eyes blurred. "If a person has another person's face, memories, and personality, is he still himself? This may not be important."

"He was a miserable man who could have lived like anyone except himself."

"Senior, your words are well-reasoned and convincing."

Chen Lang said, "I'm leaving."

Anyway, the mission has been completed, and this ancestral tomb will be of no value in the future. It is the Hundred-Faced Demon Lord's own business if his appearance is disfigured. I'm leaving now.

"Stay." said the temple keeper.

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(End of this chapter)