Using dark surgery to remove viruses from Qingyun is several times more time and energy than usual to repair physical injuries.

Zhang Chen consumed Ye Ying's whole body and completely removed the virus he had created.

This situation made Zhang Chen feel a little cold sweaty in his heart, and he thought to himself, "Sure enough, for dark surgery, it is easier to repair physical damage, and things like spell damage or negative BUFF are much more difficult to deal with."

Secretly alert to this situation, Zhang Chen was also a little scared about the creation under his command.

The virus was a hypothetical object he had created after fiddling with in the previous world for a long time. Now it was used for the first time. The effect was much weaker than his guess, but it could easily kill the old evil god who was domineering and almost unparalleled in this world!

This kind of invisible and intangible thing is indeed the most powerful enemy of mankind. Even his Creator Zhang Chen himself quickly decided in his heart that he would never open this Pandora's box if he did not encounter a situation that would be too excessive in the future.

Qingyun leaned on the bed with a limp body, and she was not hung on her body. During the treatment, she felt a lot of stimulation, so she looked pink and sweaty.

Her chest kept rising and falling, and she subconsciously wanted to reach out and grab it under her, but she woke up in time and stopped her hand.

Qingyun left some sequelae on her body.

The small sarcoma that grew in her body were already deeply rooted at this time. Although they were no longer representative of the disease, they would not disappear and would take root forever.

Of course, Zhang Chen thought about it, this was not a bad thing.

"Your man will definitely be very happy in the future." Zhang Chen said with a smile, "No few people are qualified to have this kind of body structure that can be called a treasure."

"But, isn't my man the only one, Master Yong?" Qingyun blinked at Zhang Chen and laughed.

The death of Ye Ying and the old evil god undoubtedly completely let go of the shackles in Qingyun's heart. She seemed a little relaxed, and she had a somewhat naughty expression.

Zhang Chen shook his head and said, "I am not your man, and you do not belong to me alone. You should belong to more people..."

"For example, a night banquet?" Qingyun asked with a smile.

Her smile was still bright, but Zhang Chen could see the chill hidden in his eyes.

"It's not just the night banquet, but also the countless people standing behind the nobles during the night banquet!" Zhang Chen spread his palms in front of her and squeezed them hard, "From today, you are the host of the night banquet, not the host who pleases the nobles and controls a group of waiters, but the host who helps the waiters enslave the nobles and squeezes out all their money and interests!"

Qingyun's pupils contracted slightly. The first time she heard someone explain this to the night banquet.

"Young Master Yong... Are you saying true?"

"Of course it's true. I think you think it should be true, right?" Zhang Chen laughed.

Shaking his head, nodding again, Qingyun said word by word, "I have never thought of this situation. I have always believed that night banquet is a hell, a hell for a group of waiters who have been enslaved since childhood. However, after hearing what Master Yong said, I suddenly felt that in my heart, maybe I really want this answer! Night banquet is hell, but why must it be the hell of waiters!"

"He should be the hell of those nobles!"

They spoke in unison, and the two of them said at the same time, and then they burst into laughter together.

"Okay, I need to deal with the funeral of the old guy. You should take a break first, and after you have the strength, tidy up the corpse on the ground, and then prepare to take office!" Zhang Chen kicked the corpse that had almost become a piece of dead wood under his feet, and walked out of the room.

The funeral of the old evil god is naturally impossible to be quiet.

There are 99 of the 100 heirs here at this moment. They gathered in the mourning hall in one go, wearing mourning clothes, and their desolate looks were simply touching, and people couldn't help but exclaim, "What a group of good sons!"

However, this scene did not last for a few minutes.

When Zhang Chen walked into the mourning hall, almost all the heirs stood up, surrounded Zhang Chen tightly, stared at him coldly, and began to scold him in a verbal manner.

"Xichengyong, as the biological son of the old evil god, you have only arrived at the mourning hall now and are not wearing filial piety clothes. What qualifications do you have to stay in the Rakshasa Sect if you don't talk about heaven, earth, human relations?"

"Hmph, I think you killed the old evil god! The old evil god is very skilled in martial arts and has never had any problems with his body, but he is lucky that your maid died suddenly. If you weren't doing it, who else would it be!"

"It must be you, the bastard! You are still qualified to come here. Are you not afraid that we will kill you to pay tribute to the old evil god's spirit in heaven!"

These people are all adopted sons. If the old evil god is here, according to the old evil god's preferences, they may still have the hope of becoming heirs.

But now that the old evil god is dead, and the heir is not designated, he may say that the old evil god's own son, Xichengyong, will be pushed to a high position. How could they sit still?

However, if Zhang Chen can defeat him by just speaking, he will be shameless to stand here.

"Fart!" Zhang Chen snorted lukewarmly, stepped forward, turned around and stood in front of the old evil god's coffin.

Then, he slowly reached out his hand and grabbed the bronze mask placed in front of the old evil god tablet in his hand.

This is the highest symbol representing the position of the leader of the Rakshasa Sect. There is only one side in the entire Rakshasa Sect!

"stop!"

"presumptuous!"

"what you up to!"

When he caught, even the four sword demons, flying demons, stick demons and old demons standing beside him moved slightly, staring at Zhang Chen with his eyes tightly, guarding against anything excessive he did.

Zhang Chen really wanted to bring the mask to his face like this, but he knew that he still lacked a name now.

So he raised the mask high and shouted, "Tell me, what did you see when you look at this thing? Did you see the voice, appearance and smile of the old person lying in this coffin, or did you see the heroic achievements of the ancestors of the Rakshasa Sect? Bullshit!"

"When did the Rakshasa Sect pay attention to the relationship between heaven, earth, humanity, and etiquette. In the Rakshasa Sect, only the best in strength! If you have the strength and can kill the leader, of course you can become the leader. If you are not capable, even if you sit in the position of the leader, you will be a ball of garbage and will be kicked at the butt at any time and move away from the position!"

A roar suddenly made the group of heirs shut their mouths.

Although their faces were unwilling, their eyes lit up one after another.

"What you mean is that among us, as long as we choose the strongest one, no matter what his identity is, we can become the leader?" asked an heir.

Zhang Chen sneered, "Ask others!"

The others are of course the Four Demons.

But the Four Demons now clearly have a neutral position. They close their mouths, or look up at the sky, and close their eyes to rest. How could they pay attention to them?

However, the Four Demons had no objection, and for these heirs, it undoubtedly represented recognition.

Soon, a tall man with hair shaved into a tiny shaved head and stood upright on his head suddenly rushed out, slapped forward with both palms and shouted loudly, "Xichengyong, let me see what you have!"

Zhang Chen narrowed his eyes slightly. He recognized that this guy was one of the thirteen people who were weakened by him and lost to Xichengxiu.

This man was able to use a move under Xichengxiu when he was forced to do so, and he was obviously very strong.

But Zhang Chen was not afraid.

He retreated slightly and immediately avoided the man's attack. At the same time, he raised his knee and pushed it directly on the man's chest. A huge force burst out, directly knocking the man away, and retreating back more than ten steps. In the end, he was unable to remove all the force and lay on the ground with a thud.

His failure did not stop others from attacking.

In a blink of an eye, more than ten people rushed forward, but they couldn't even wait for a wheel battle. They eagerly surrounded him and wanted to take Zhang Chen's life!

Zhang Chen's face suddenly burst into laughter.

His palm technique originated from sword technique, and his sword technique was changed by the plum blossom sword technique in the textile union through training. His best attitude is to find weaknesses, kill one blow, and face the siege. Not only does he have no disadvantages, but to a certain extent, he has the most advantage!

Smack sex!

He waved his hands quickly and slashed out quickly. In the blink of an eye, more than ten people slashed their cheeks, which made them fly with yellow teeth. It seemed like it was raining heavily, and it evenly spilled on the ground around it, and it actually drew a complete circle!

Immediately, Zhang Chen's hand turned into a palm, slapping the heads of the group of people, knocking them out.

Perhaps because of the great fight, Zhang Chen didn't even wait for others to follow this time, and rushed into the crowd with his hands and swords intertwined. In the blink of an eye, rows of people quickly fell to the ground. Everyone suffered a heavy or heavy blow, but the strength disappeared completely. Not to mention fighting, even if they blinked, it was all laborious!

"die!"

Zhang Chen shouted loudly, as his palm was about to go down, breaking the head of an heir. Suddenly, a cry suddenly rang out.

"We give in!"

Zhang Chen turned around and saw that Xicheng Temple was limping on a wheelchair.

"You haven't fallen yet, what are you going to do to admit defeat?" Zhang Chen grinned his teeth.

"If you lose, you lose. We admit your failure." Xicheng Temple waved his arm vigorously, "Although the Rakshasa Sect does not pay attention to morality, it is not a good thing to stain blood in the mourning hall. You are right? Xicheng Yong... the leader!"
Chapter completed!