Primordial Era: The Witch Clan Reigns Supreme, Hongjun Begs Me to Become the Demon Emperor

Chapter 50 Your Ghost Car Grandpa is Here

The Celestial Court sent so few people; it's clear they look down on the demon race.

But the problem now is...

Kunpeng sent Guiche to fight?

One person fighting against 100,000 celestial soldiers?

The nine heads of the ghost car turned at the same time, looking at each other in bewilderment.

His leader asked cautiously, "Demon Emperor, in that demon-slaying camp, the one commanding the troops is Xingguan's younger brother. I'm all alone."

Are you scared?

Kunpeng interrupted him, his tone still calm.

The nine heads of the ghost car simultaneously bristled: "Who's afraid?!"

"I just don't think it makes sense!" The leader of the ghost car tried to calm himself down.

"If I were to fight against 100,000 celestial soldiers all by myself, people would think I, Guiche, have gone mad!"

Kunpeng looked at him, a slight smile curving his lips.

That expression wasn't exactly a smile; it was more like a scrutiny.

"What do you consider yourself to be among the demon race?"

The ghost car was taken aback.

"You are a demon god." Kunpeng's voice was neither loud nor soft, but each word struck Guiche's heart like a hammer.

"A demon god should act like a demon god."

The nine heads of the ghost car fell silent at the same time.

Kunpeng turned around and walked deeper into the ice palace.

After taking a few steps, he suddenly stopped and said without turning his head, "Don't die there."

After saying that, he disappeared into the dark passageway.

The main hall remained quiet for a while.

The ghost station stood still, thought for a while, and realized that its nine heads were giving it a headache.

"Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore!"

The ghost carriage flapped its wings, and its nine heads simultaneously roared to the sky.

"Fine, let's fight! I've been putting up with this for a thousand years!"

After saying that, he strode out of the ice palace.

Ji Meng tried to stop him, but Bai Ze held him back.

"Let him go." Bai Ze looked in the direction where Kunpeng disappeared, his eyes deep.

"The Demon Emperor has changed."

Fuxi also noticed it.

The Kunpeng of the past was a salted fish. It would rather lie down than sit, and rather close its eyes than open them, wishing it could marinate itself.

But that Kunpeng just now.

With sharp eyes and an imposing presence, he speaks and acts decisively, exuding an aura of absolute authority.

It's like he's become a completely different person.

"The influence of the Primordial Purple Qi?" Fuxi asked in a low voice.

Bai Ze nodded, then shook his head.

"More than that. The Primordial Purple Qi is the foundation for becoming a saint. Once it takes root in the body, it will naturally change a person's character. But the changes in Kunpeng are too great."

Fuxi was silent for a moment: "Do you think this is a good thing or a bad thing?"

Bai Ze glanced at him: "It's a good thing for the demon race."

Let's hope so.

Fuxi gazed meaningfully in the direction Kunpeng had left.

The border of the Northern Underworld, the Demon-Slaying Camp.

The 100,000 celestial soldiers stationed here, supposedly to "slay demons," are more of a joke.

If the trillions of demons from the Northern Underworld were to truly launch an attack, these 100,000 immortal soldiers wouldn't even be enough to fill a gap between their teeth.

But the Celestial Court doesn't care.

All the Eastern King wanted was for his Celestial Court to adopt an attitude of "I am the Emperor," even calling the border outposts "Demon-Slaying Camp," which was an insult to the demon race.

The commander stationed at this camp was Xinghe Daoren, the younger brother of Xingguan Daoren.

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The two brothers originated from the primordial starry sky. Their true forms were two adjacent stars, born of the same mother, and their auras were connected.

Xingguan served as the right-hand man of the Eastern King in the Heavenly Court, while Xinghe Daoren was sent to Beiming to guard the border.

Although it was called a garrison post, it was really just a sinecure.

The demons of Beiming have been hiding for a thousand years, and not a single patrol has been seen. Xinghe Daoren spends his days cultivating and drinking tea, living a more leisurely life than anyone else.

until today.

Report one

A celestial soldier tumbled and crawled into the command tent, shouting, "General, report! A demonic aura is approaching from the direction of Beiming! It's moving extremely fast!"

Xinghe Daoist put down his teacup and frowned: "How many troops?"

"------indivual!"

Xinghe Daoren: "————What did you say?"

"Just one! A nine-headed bird! Charging towards the camp!"

Xinghe Daoist was stunned for three breaths, then laughed.

"One? Have the demons gone mad? Sending one to their death?"

He stood up, straightened his purple robe, and said contemptuously, "Give the order to set up the formation. Let this general see which blind demon has come looking for death."

The 100,000 celestial soldiers quickly formed ranks.

The Star River Grand Array—this is a grand array created by the Star River Daoist by combining the power of the primordial starry sky and the fortune of the Celestial Court. Although it is not as profound as the legendary Zhou Tian Star Array, it is still considered a top-notch array in the Celestial Court's array system.

One hundred thousand celestial soldiers took their positions, their magical powers linked. As they formed their formation, starlight poured down from the sky, enveloping the entire camp in a silvery-white light curtain.

Xinghe Daoren stood at the center of the formation, hands behind his back, waiting for that foolish demon to come to him.

Then he saw it.

On the horizon, a fiery cloud surged in.

The fiery cloud was extremely fast, and it rushed close in the blink of an eye.

The fiery clouds dispersed, revealing a gigantic nine-headed ferocious bird.

It was the ghost carriage that had arrived.

"Hey!"

The nine heads of the ghost carriage opened their mouths at the same time, and the sound made the immortal soldiers' eardrums hurt.

"Your grandpa Guiche is here! Which one of you is the commander? Come out and face your death!"

Xinghe Daoist raised an eyebrow.

Ghost Chariot? That piece of trash whose three heads were smashed by Star Crown's two slaps?

He scoffed, "Who do we have here? It's just another one of Brother Xingguan's defeated opponents. What, you weren't satisfied with the three heads you got last time, so you're sending up the remaining six?"

The ghost's nine heads all bristled simultaneously.

The three shattered heads instinctively shrank back, but the other six heads instantly spewed out six pillars of fire, heading straight for Xinghe Daoren's face.

"Bullshit! Today, your Ghost Chariot Grandpa is going to burn your lousy camp to ashes!"

Xinghe Daoist sneered and waved his hand: "Activate the formation!"

One hundred thousand celestial soldiers roared in unison, pouring their magical power into the great formation. The starlight condensed into a silver light screen, blocking all six pillars of fire.

The pillar of fire struck the light barrier, exploding into a blinding shower of sparks, but failed to break through the defense.

"That's it?" Xinghe Daoren stood with his hands behind his back, his tone mocking.

"After a thousand years, you're still as useless as ever."

The nine heads of the ghost carriage trembled with rage.

His main head roared, and the other eight heads opened their mouths at the same time, spewing out eight flames of different colors, which were the supernatural powers awakened by the demon race's fortune.

He unleashed crimson solar fire, golden phoenix flames, ghostly blue netherworld fire, and emerald green divine wood fire—

The eight divine flames intertwined, transforming into a fire dragon that crashed fiercely into the silver light barrier.

"boom-

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The light curtain trembled violently, and countless cracks appeared on its surface.

Xinghe Daoist's expression changed slightly: "Eight kinds of divine fire? When did you get them?"

"When did I learn that? Do I need to report to you?"

The leader of the ghost car grinned maliciously, and its eight heads exerted force once more.

With a sudden twist, the fire dragon tore a large hole in the light barrier.

"Break through the formation! Charge in!"

The nine heads of the ghost chariot screamed simultaneously, and its massive body crashed directly into the great formation.

The formation of the 100,000 immortal soldiers was thrown into chaos, and the ghost chariot was like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, with each of its nine heads performing its own duties.

"Why are you running away! Weren't you so arrogant just now?!"

"You, the one with the flag! Yes, you! Running so fast, are you in a hurry to be reborn?"

"And you! Wearing gold armor! You think I won't burn you just because you're dressed so brightly?"

The celestial soldiers screamed and howled as they were burned, utterly routed.

Xinghe Daoist's face turned ashen, and he roared, "Everyone, hold your ground!"

A longsword formed from starlight appeared in his hand, its light surging as it thrust straight at the head of the ghost chariot.

The Ghost Chariot Master tilted his head to dodge the sword light, while the other three heads simultaneously spewed flames, surrounding Xinghe Daoist.

Xinghe Daoist sneered, his figure flashed, and he transformed into a streak of starlight, moving freely through the sea of ​​fire.

"Your fire isn't hot enough! It's too cold, sword, come!"

He swung his longsword repeatedly, sending several streaks of sword light aimed at Guiche's neck.

Guiche hurriedly dodged, but two sword lights still grazed his wings, kicking up a cloud of blood mist.

"Hiss—" One of the ghost cars' heads gasped in pain, while the other eight heads went even crazier.

"Ouch! It hurts like hell! You just wait!"

His entire body burst into flames, transforming him into a fireball as he rampaged through the array of celestial soldiers.

Wherever they went, the celestial soldiers were either burned to ashes or smashed to pieces.

Xinghe Daoist's expression grew increasingly grim.

His Star River Formation had been mostly destroyed, and his 100,000 immortal soldiers had suffered heavy casualties. Meanwhile, Guiche fought with increasing ferocity, and the flames burning all over his body grew more and more intense.

"Retreat! Retreat!"

Xinghe Daoren finally gave the order.

The celestial soldiers, as if granted a pardon, abandoned their armor and fled in all directions.