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

Chapter 39 There are still masters
"Lin, we're relying on you outside!"

Xu Yan gritted his teeth, his spiritual flame surged, and the seal was lifted.

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"Lin" cheered, and her speed and strength increased to a higher level.

The two-handed giant sword danced like the wind, and the black heavy armor turned into an insurmountable black wall, blocking all the fungus corpses.

Xu Yan took the opportunity to pull the second head of the ghost car to the bottom.

With the Ghost Car Temple as the center, psychic ripples spread across the entire jungle like an invisible spider web.

Then came the seventh head.

The jungle howled.

The violent wind from the underworld passed through the gaps between the branches and turned into a whistling sound like thousands of arrows.

The eldest brother may have forgotten everything in the past.

But he did not forget the horror of the Ghost Chariot Formation.

He didn't bother to fight with Long Jianhuan. Like a rolling mushroom ball, he knocked aside seven or eight giant trees that were as thick as a man's embrace and appeared in front of Xu Yan.

"Your opponent is me!"

Long Jianhuan, however, was still lingering around, and jumped high from behind the eldest senior brother.

She has turned into a bloody person.

But her eyes still sparkled like rubies.

The heavy machine gun that originally belonged to Thor seemed to be tailor-made for her.

He wielded both weapons in his left and right hands and fired fiercely. The bullet belts were crossed and wrapped around his chest, shaking wildly along with his pectoral muscles. He was extremely fierce.

The eldest brother was blasted by her so hard that his juices splashed everywhere.

A vine covered with barbs shot out and hit Long Jianhuan's shoulder, tearing off a large piece of flesh.

Long Jianhuan didn't even frown. He grabbed the thorny vine and swung over to the eldest brother. He stabbed the heavy machine gun deep into the wound torn by the black sickle on the eldest brother and pulled the trigger again.

"Boom boom boom!"

A series of thunder-like explosions came from the eldest brother's body.

The raging flames were like seven or eight wildly dancing fire dragons, constantly widening his already horrific wounds.

The eldest brother was filled with shock and anger, and rolled wildly like a ball, not hesitating to bump himself into a deep dent, just to rub Long Jianhuan against the hard rock, breaking his tendons and bones.

Long Jianhuan finally couldn't hold on any longer, and a mouthful of blood spurted out. The heavy machine gun and ammunition belt slipped from his shoulders, and he fell headfirst into a pool of blood.

The eldest brother let out a sinister laugh like a night owl and was about to use his blood-red flying sword to tear her into pieces.

Xu Yan pulled the last mechanism hard.

Deep in the chest, the sound of golden swords came.

"Mysterious Ghost Chariot, nine heads patrol the borders, obey my command, and forever suppress the eight wastelands!"

Every word seemed to have drained away all his strength.

The last word "Huang" was sprayed on the ghost car statue along with boiling blood.

From deep within the earth, nine sky-tearing screams were heard.

The power of the Ghost Chariot, which had been sealed for billions of years, transformed into ninety-nine and eighty-one golden and red electric beams, gushing out from the center of the earth, and above the head of the unrecognizable eldest brother, it outlined the image of a nine-headed bird spreading its wings and flying high.

Looking closely, it was a flying sword made of ninety-nine and eighty-one copper coins strung together with gold threads!
Copper coins are the most masculine and masculine things in the world.

Not only does it carry the vitality of millions of living people in daily circulation, it also carries the hopes, expectations, and wishes of countless people, and symbolizes the highest authority of the secular dynasty.

After being tempered by the secret techniques of the Wanhun Sect, it has become a treasure for suppressing evil spirits.

The eldest brother instinctively sensed the threat of the Ghost Chariot Killing Formation.

The flying sword that was originally aimed at Long Jianhuan was wrapped in blood mist and surrounded by thousands of wronged souls. It drew a sharp arc and stabbed towards the copper coin sword formation above his head.

The Ghost Chariot Killing Formation was enraged by it.

The golden wire wrapped around the copper coins crackled and turned into thousands of golden arcs, which wrapped around the copper coins with sharp edges and turned into a rain of golden arrows, smashing down on his head.

"careful!"

Xu Yan and "Lin" dragged the bleeding Long Jianhuan back to the Guiche Temple.

Outside the Ghost Car Temple, a torrential downpour poured down, the shrill whistling of countless copper coins converging into a deafening roar, like a waterfall cascading hundreds of feet. The eldest brother was engulfed by the golden rain of arrows, instantly riddled with wounds.

The body, which was already in pieces, exploded like a boiling oil pan dropped into ice cubes, turning into wisps of insect-like black smoke, and fled in panic.

The pungent smell, accompanied by shrill wails, spread throughout the jungle.

The fungus corpses gathered around the eldest brother had no power to fight back at all.

A copper coin surrounded by electric arcs can completely decompose them into mycelium and black smoke.

Xu Yan was horrified by what he saw.

He clenched his fists and prayed silently. If the spirit of the founder of the Wanhun Sect was immortal, he would let the Ghost Chariot Killing Formation last longer and completely eliminate the demons and evil spirits entrenched inside and outside the mountain gate.

This thought just flashed through my mind.

There was a "crackling" sound of something breaking behind me.

At some point, the ghost car statue was covered with spider-web-like cracks.

Deep in the cracks, scarlet vines reinforced by mycelium emerged, and their front ends bloomed like small carnivorous plants.

Xu Yan: “…”

It seems that the founder of the sect is indeed dead.

"boom!"

The ghost car statue, which had been eroded by both time and the "fairy from the sky", shattered.

The killing array was destroyed, and the golden rain of arrows came to an abrupt end.

"Is the old monster dead?"

Xu Yan supported Long Jianhuan, who had lost too much blood and was pale.

The two of them swallowed their thorny saliva at the same time, grasped each other's cold hands tightly, and looked out together.

No.

Although the eldest brother was blown to pieces by the ghost chariot killing formation and turned into mud.

But he was protected by layers of fungal mats, and his heart-like core was still intact, still beating strangely and emitting blood-colored mist.

As the hyphae and vines dance wildly in the wind, the fungus clusters divide, proliferate and reorganize at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The seemingly miserable wound was soon covered with a layer of fresh, purple flesh.

He sensed the gazes of Xu Yan and Long Jianhuan.

The eldest brother, whose facial features were deeply trapped in the fungal blanket, turned towards the Ghost Car Temple and gave them a "smile" that would never appear even in the depths of a nightmare.

"……Walk!"

Xu Yan has played all his cards.

Even the card table was thrown out.

He carried Long Jianhuan and carried out a strategic large-scale transfer.

Calculating the time, the door to the past is about to open.

This is the only chance to escape first and close the Door of the Old Ones from the outside.

The eldest brother regained his ability to move.

There was a startling roar behind them.

Countless wronged souls spewed out from his bloody mouth that opened in all directions, turning into sword lights and shadows, chopping the surrounding flowers, plants and trees into pieces.

Even the gaps between Xu Yan's bones were penetrated by strands of cold, stinging pain, like tiny insects with barbs, gnawing, drilling, and wriggling desperately between his bones and flesh.

Xu Yan was completely unaware and sped up to his maximum speed.

It was only half a step away from the edge of the jungle.

The escape route to the light was completely blocked by a group of deformed and twisted shadows.

"Are there any masters?"

Xu Yan's scalp exploded and he stopped abruptly.

(End of this chapter)