My cultivation script went astray

This time, the goddess of luck no longer covered them. Blood quickly overflowed from the cracks in their bodies, and their skin was torn.

From the perspective of the southern leader and other soul masters, they saw a very strange phenomenon: their hair and skin began to melt, blood flowed down their legs and piled up in a pool on the ground, and their clothes began to burn, emitting purple flames.

They became unrecognizable, and could only barely distinguish their human shapes. As the flesh and blood melted, bones fell off one by one, and the snow was white and stained with red.

"No!"

One of them screamed, broke away from the blood, and tried to run out, but the person behind him stretched out a hand and dragged him back.

When the hand was exposed to the blood, it melted quickly. When all the flesh and blood disappeared, more than a hundred hand bones of different sizes suddenly fell apart, like a string of broken beads.

The crowd was dead silent, and their hearts went crazy. Although the two people could no longer identify their faces, from this shrill roar, they could really see the roar of Lord Black Bird's inner door, and the crazy and wanton smile on Chen Lang's face.

Are they really all dead?

They couldn't believe it, not because of the empress's coldness, which she always did, but because of Chen Lang's determination. Can anyone really put life and death aside anytime, anywhere, every moment?

No accidents, no miracles happened.

As time went by, the two people gradually became silent in the pool of blood. Most of their bodies had melted, and the Seven-Star Sword also rusted, disintegrated, and turned into debris on the ground. A lot of things suddenly exploded from Master Black Bird's body, and they were also in the blood. Annihilated in the light, it must be that his storage magic weapon was broken.

Only the Sansheng Pan was lying in a pool of blood, with golden veins all over its body, unscathed.

"It's indeed a good thing." Ying stared at the Sanshengpan and said.

In the earlier fight, they noticed that Chen Lang's magic weapon was lying on the ground, but no one dared to pick it up.

Western helmsman secretly thought that it was a pity that Chen Lang still had many secrets that he had no chance to explore, and they were all over now.

But when everyone thought it was over, something unexpected happened again.

With a buzzing sound, the small mirror that reflected the empress suddenly trembled slightly, escaped from the hand of the southern leader, flew into the air, and disappeared deep into the thick clouds.

The southern leader is not in a hurry, this is the magic weapon of the empress, and it is only temporarily stored in his possession.

The thick fog in the sky dissipated, and a beam of green light came down, replacing the original bloody beam.

An even more magical scene happened: the pool of blood on the ground began to flow upwards, reshaping the body. The bones of the hand were reassembled and turned into a snow-white bone palm, with blood and flesh. The metallic luster reappeared in the residue and rust. The Seven-Star Sword was reshaped. Time was there. Backflow.

The Sansheng Disk finally started to feel something, and the radiating stripes on its surface began to accelerate clockwise on their own, offsetting the ability to retrace time.

After a while, the two of them returned to their previous state. Chen Lang was covered in blood, and Lord Black Bird had a look of horror on his face, his eyes were distracted and confused.

The bloody beam of light disappeared.

The small mirror returned to the hands of the southern leader.

The leader of the Southern Church was holding this mirror. He felt that the mirror was hot to his hands at this moment. With such a terrifying magical weapon, the empress could safely hand it over to him, which really made him dare not take the responsibility.

Blood mist surged in the mirror, and the grimace mask reappeared.

"Do you know who will be the leader now?" came the empress's feminine voice.

This question left everyone at a loss as to how to answer. They were still immersed in the shock of the empress' magical power. Do the living dead and the art of flesh and bones really exist in this world?

The southern leader reacted first and solemnly handed over to Chen Lang, "Congratulations, little friend Chen Lang, for becoming the leader of the Lotus."

Others also followed suit and saluted Chen Lang.

Who the hell can afford to offend such a life-threatening person?

Although Lord Black Bird has advanced cultivation, he has already lost the moment he fears and escapes.

"Is that enough?" Chen Lang straightened out his damaged clothes, picked up the three-life tray, and put it back in his hands.

He opened the system by the way and found that the resurrection scroll was not enabled, and he did feel that his consciousness was not completely lost, as if he had taken a nap and then woke up.

However, Lord Black Bird took two stiff steps and sat on the stone bench next to him, silently. He looked distracted and not in a good state.

"Why are you unhappy? Do you not like resurrection?" Chen Lang waved his hand in front of his eyes.

Dem, I have two lives, what are you trying to do with me?

This question given by the empress is simply a question for giving points.

When he didn't get a response from Mr. Black Bird, Chen Lang didn't bother anymore. He turned around and waved to everyone with a smile, "Thank you for your hard work. Thank you for your support. I'll help you work together in the future. I don't have any special requests. Just look at my face. "

Many soul masters looked at Chen Lang's blood-covered face and casual smile, and they all felt that there would not be many good days in the future.

Then, Chen Lang became nervous and looked at the empress in the mist, because he noticed that the empress had just glanced at his Sanshengpan.

It was a miscalculation. Two lives were lost, but a magic weapon was not enough. If you wanted to take away his three lives, you would have to fight tooth and nail.

"Hahaha, it's rare to encounter an interesting thing in this life." The empress suddenly laughed, her voice was soft but clear, because no one dared to speak.

"Then your life is quite boring." Chen Lang said. Then, he felt it was impolite to say this and should change it to "you".

"right."

The blood mist returned, and the empress's face disappeared, hidden in the mirror.

The Southern leader held up the small mirror for a while to make sure that the empress had really left before putting it down.

"Don't look at it. This is the magic weapon of the Queen. Don't have any ideas or ask anything. Forget about what happened today." The Southern Cult Leader noticed Chen Lang's eyes and reminded him.

"Do you think I'm that kind of person?" Chen Lang smacked his lips, "What's the name of this thing?"

He realized that the "time reversal" power used by the Queen might have the same origin as his Sansheng Disk, and from the functional point of view, this thing might be more advanced than his Sansheng Disk.

"Pingnan Mirror." The Southern Cult Leader said.

"Pingnan?" Chen Lang opened the system, but found that there was no similar "entry response", indicating that this was not a well-known prop in the game.

"You lied." Chen Lang said.

"Isn't it nice?" The Southern Cult Leader coughed and was a little embarrassed. "This is the name I gave myself. The Queen's magic weapon has no name. She said she was too lazy to give it a name."

...

I said it.

Chen Lang made a calculation in his heart. Anyway, he would leave sooner or later before the grand sacrifice. At that time, he would think of a way to see if he could get this thing.

"No, look at his head." The Western helmsman was ready to come and congratulate Chen Lang, but he suddenly noticed that Chen Lang was different now.

The Southern Cult Master was only concerned with talking to Chen Lang, and now staring at Chen Lang's eyebrows, his face also changed.

"What's wrong?" Chen Lang said.

"Congratulations on your freedom." The Southern Cult Master's mouth moved, just said it lightly, and left.

Freedom?

Chen Lang seemed to understand something, took out the Seven Star Sword, and used the reflected light to shine on his face, and found that the red mark on his forehead was gone.

"Congratulations to the Lotus Cult Master for regaining his freedom, and he will surely be successful in the future and rise step by step." The Western Cult Master was a wise man. Chen Lang had been walking as a puppet because the Pingtian Cult did not trust him, but now this layer of shackles disappeared, and it was not done by the Southern Cult Master, so the meaning was very clear.

Chen Lang gained the trust of the Queen.

When other soul masters saw it, they also came to congratulate him, no longer calling him the chief priest, but directly the Lotus Cult Master.

For a time, they celebrated.

"Master Black Sparrow, where are you going? Someone noticed that Master Black Sparrow was about to leave.

Suddenly, all eyes were on him.

"The leader has already been found, what should I, a useless person, do here?" said Master Black Sparrow.

Chen Lang smiled slightly: "I'm just lucky. The real strong man in our Lotus Branch is you, how can you just leave?"

Master Black Sparrow looked cold, "Don't worry, I won't leave, I'm just going to take a look around."

"That's right, I also want to go out and take a look, don't forget that there are still some things to deal with." Chen Lang said.

"What's the matter?"

"Lu family."

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