As soon as the Human Emperor Banner came out, I became the Lord of the Old Ones

Chapter 34: Too Deeply Into the Devil
"Chi chi chi!"

The upper part of the fungus cluster split like a crab claw daisy, and a blood-red mist surrounded by black air spurted out from between the dancing "stamens".

The blood-red mist protected a flying sword that was filled with murderous aura, emitting black and red sword beams, surrounded by the raging souls of the wronged, and shot towards the crowd like lightning.

The Black Dream members were horrified.

Even though they are all experienced masters, many of them have participated in several old investigations and have fought against monsters from different eras and different power systems.

But I have never seen such a strange old weapon.

Without time to think, they took the burning capsules one after another, pushing their vitality to the limit, and the guardian spirits behind them spewed out shining spiritual flames.

The blazing spiritual flames condensed into indestructible armor, wrapping their flesh and blood bodies inside.

No matter how shrill the screams of the wronged souls lingering around the flying sword, at most they can tear a hole in the guardian spirits and cause some minor skin injuries on them.

"Fortunately, it only looks weird and is not that lethal."

The Black Dream members breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Yan's pupils shrank to the limit.

Others might not have noticed, but he, who had been a corpse driver in the Wanhun Sect for ten years, was keenly aware that every time the blood-colored flying sword scraped the skin of a Black Dream member, a wisp of wronged soul would drill deep into the flesh and blood.

The wronged spirits are very weak and are unlikely to cause much physical or mental distress to the wanted criminals who have committed countless murders.

but……

"What on earth does the eldest brother want to do? Where did he get so many weak wronged souls from? It's as if they were extracted from mortals!"

Xu Yan's brows were locked.

The He Qingzhi in front of him was completely different from the gentle, kind-hearted gentleman in his memory who gave up the precious opportunity to enter the Human Emperor Banner.

The eldest senior brother in my memory would never use the soul of a mortal to refine a flying sword.

"Ding-ling, ding-ling, ding-ling!"

A strange ringing sound rang out.

From the depths of the eldest brother's blooming "stamen", several purple tentacles emerged, densely covered with strings of soul-controlling bells.

The tentacles danced lightly, and the soul-controlling bells collided and made tiny sounds, as if hundreds of headless ghosts were making rustling and strange laughs in the darkness. The scene was extremely weird.

"my hand!"

A member of the Black Dream suddenly screamed.

His right hand was tightly gripping a serrated sword, which was originally armed with a guardian spirit and was spewing out violent spiritual flames.

The sound of the eldest brother's soul-controlling bell was like an invisible string, controlling his right arm and swinging the sword fiercely towards his left arm.

With a "click", the Black Dream member chopped off his left arm cleanly.

The speed was too fast, and the wound was burned by the spiritual flame, so no blood spurted out for a while. The Black Dream member looked at his still twitching palm on the ground, and then at his bare elbow. After three full seconds, the fear on his face overwhelmed the confusion.

This scene made everyone shudder.

The next second, the same strange scene spread like a plague.

The four or five Black Dream members around had some of their limbs pulled by the Soul Controlling Bell, becoming uncontrollable and starting to attack their master.

It can be seen that on these out-of-control limbs, black and red wounds are constantly expanding like a deadly virus infection, turning into deformed, twisted, and constantly wriggling talismans.

That was exactly where the blood-colored flying sword had scraped and the wronged soul had entered.

The numerical advantage of the Black Dream members disappeared.

The airtight encirclement collapsed in an instant.

Even Dr. Hyde has a bladed limb that's out of control.

Amid the increasingly frequent sounds of the soul-controlling bells, he twitched and stabbed his heart.

The "Blade of the Deep" turned into a black light, and the blade fell to the ground, still jumping.

It was as if the wronged soul hidden inside had given it a mysterious vitality.

This scene made Dr. Hyde's face turn extremely grim. "Corpse-driving technique..."

Xu Yan smacked his lips.

Of all the people in the room, he was the only one who saw through the eldest brother's tricks.

First, the soul of an ordinary person is extracted alive, refined with secret methods, and then sealed into a flying sword.

When facing the enemy in battle, he would summon his flying sword, not to hurt the enemy, but only to tear a tiny wound on the enemy's body, allowing a wisp of wronged soul to fly into it.

Because the wronged souls are all ordinary people, their power is very weak, just like a mosquito bite, most enemies will not notice it.

Even if they notice it, they may not immediately go to great lengths to expel it.

Little do people know that the wronged souls that have been refined through secret methods will regard parts of the target's limbs as their own corpses, set up camp there, and occupy the target's nest.

Then, the eldest brother can use the "Corpse Driving Technique" to control the enemy's limbs as if they were controlling a corpse.

When masters clash, life and death depend on a moment.

The eldest brother doesn't even need to let the enemy's limbs turn against him in battle.

As long as it can temporarily paralyze the enemy's arm or calf, or even a finger or toe.

It is enough to decide victory or defeat, life or death!

“What an exquisite technique.

"But……

"This evil technique is an insult to the Corpse Driving Technique and the tenet of the Myriad Souls Sect!"

Xu Yan remembered what Lao Ba told him when he just started learning the art of corpse-driving.

In the world of cultivation, returning to one's hometown and being buried in peace is the greatest obsession of most ordinary people at the end of their lives.

Cultivators are superior.

Manipulating chess pieces called emperors and generals, with the world as the chessboard, he plays an endless game.

Ordinary people are just pawns in a chess game.

A thought of the cultivator turned into a decree of the king.

The king's decree turned into the fluttering battle flags of the generals, and the army set out with the roar of iron hooves.

Millions of ordinary people had to build bridges and roads, travel through mountains and rivers, and turned into shattered corpses among the yellow sand, glaciers, red soil and black water thousands of miles away.

Their bodies, which have not yet rotted or have rotted to the point where only bones remain, are carefully sewn together, pieced together, and meticulously framed to make them look lifelike.

If possible, it would be best to find a trace of their soul and seal it in their corpse.

Then he used the "corpse-driving technique" to bring the body back to his hometown and give an explanation to his wife and children.

Let them drift like fallen leaves on the land where they grew up, the land they are most familiar with and the warmest, and become part of their homeland.

This is the significance of the founder’s creation of the “Corpse Driving Technique”.

"Big Brother, you've been possessed by a demon."

Xu Yan sighed.

Because the Wanhun Sect has great merit, the disciples' cultivation speed is much faster than that of ordinary sects.

They often deal with corpses in seas of blood and blood.

It is inevitable that it will be misunderstood by those who do not know the truth, and even slandered as a demonic sect and that all its disciples are demonic cultivators.

Precisely because of this, as a member of the Wanhun Sect, one should be more self-disciplined, prevent bad habits from happening, set high standards and strict requirements for oneself, examine oneself three times a day, constantly cultivate oneself, shape oneself, and consolidate oneself, so that one can be worthy of the glorious title of "Wanhun Sect member".

Looking at the eldest brother who was so stubborn and deeply possessed by the devil, Xu Yan's palms began to itch again.

He knew that the Human Emperor Banner was hungry again.

(End of this chapter)