After a terrifying hiss, the originally fierce ghost shattered.

Unlike before hiding and surroundings, Ye Haochuan could clearly feel that the ghost was really dead this time.

"Battle Flag! It's really our battle flag!"

Nine golden lights condensed into nine majestic golden phantoms, and they looked at the Kuntian gilded flag together.

It is not difficult to see some excitement and a trace of recollection from their eyes.

She Li and others looked at each other, looked at the nine phantoms, then looked at Ye Haochuan, and then said in surprise: "Sect Master, are these helpers you summoned?"

Ye Haochuan curled his lips and said, "To be precise, I don't know what's going on!"

"Don't keep it aside. If you don't know what's going on, how could you know in advance that they would appear?" She looked at Ye Haochuan with contempt.

"Just just now, I suddenly felt that the Kuntian gilded flag had some connection with some things around me, and I could feel that those things were very strong and were rushing towards this side, so I said it was safe! In fact, I don't know what these are!"

Ye Haochuan was helpless and authentic.

While saying that, he tried hard to stand up, saluted the nine phantoms, and said loudly: "Thank you, seniors for helping you!"

"What can I thank for when we are all from the gods and we are all resisting foreign humiliation?"

A middle-aged man in armor said with a loud voice.

After saying that, he glanced at the Kuntian gilded flag again and said, "Did you bring the battle flag here?"

"Yes! I just don't know what this battle flag has to do with you seniors?"

Ye Haochuan asked curiously.

A bitterness suddenly appeared in the middle-aged man's eyes. His eyes stayed on the Kuntian gilded flag for a long time before he said, "It seems that my Kuntian clan has long been forgotten by the world!"

There is sadness and despair in the voice.

It is like a soldier who defends the frontier who has fought bloody battles for the country for decades, but his family and country have no idea about their existence.

A young man next to him suddenly shouted angrily at Ye Haochuan and others: "We have fought bloody battles with the demons for hundreds of years. Even if we turn into ghosts, we still have to die with the demons. You and other ungrateful people have even forgotten the name of my Kuntian clan. I deserve to die!"

The more he spoke, the more angry he became, he even raised his long sword and wanted to kill Ye Haochuan and others.

"Wu'er, stop!"

The middle-aged man's voice was stern and shouted softly: "No matter what, he is a member of my god clan. The sword of my Kuntian clan will always be directed towards the demon clan. Have you forgotten?"

"But……"

The young man was very dissatisfied and looked at Ye Haochuan and others with hatred.

"alright!"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and said, "Are we fighting for the gods just for these false names?"

The young man opened his mouth and finally said nothing.

However, from his eyes, he could still see endless loneliness.

The middle-aged man turned to look at Ye Haochuan and said, "You shouldn't come to this dangerous place. Although the remnants of the demons here are like me, they have become ghost bodies, but they are still not something you can deal with. Go back!"

Ye Haochuan could hear that this consolation came from the heart.

For some reason, Ye Haochuan felt a pain in his heart.

Through a few simple conversations between the other party, Ye Haochuan had a rough understanding of what kind of people he was.

They fought for the gods and remained responsibilities until after their death.

This is a group of heroes worthy of respect and worthy of the memory of the entire gods.

But Ye Haochuan had never seen any records about them in the collection of books in Tianshulou.

These heroes were forgotten, which made Ye Haochuan very sad.

"Sir, you must not forget your achievements. If you have trusted me, you can tell us about your achievements. When I leave Jingmen, I will definitely keep your deeds and sing your stories!"

Ye Haochuan is sincere and authentic.

But when I heard these words, they suddenly changed their taste.

"Don't you think we are a person who invites fame and fortune?"

The middle-aged man was angry and almost squirted out the fire, obviously he was really angry.

"Senior misunderstood. I just can't bear to have your heroic deeds forgotten. There is no other meaning!"

Ye Haochuan sweated coldly and quickly explained.

"snort!"

The middle-aged man groaned, then walked away with a whisper.

As soon as he took a step, he stopped again, his eyes lingering on the Kuntian gilded flag, full of reluctance.

A flattery hit the horse's hooves. Ye Haochuan was feeling bitter and felt that he had desecrated the hero. Suddenly, he saw the middle-aged man's gaze and quickly put the Kuntian gilded flag in front of the middle-aged man.

"This thing is the thing of the seniors, and the juniors will return it to the original owner!"

For Ye Haochuan at this time, the effect of the Kuntian gilded flag was already very limited, and he didn't mind taking it out and doing some favors.

The strength of these golden phantoms is there. If they can win their favor and protect them along the way, the safety of their team will be solved.

The middle-aged man did not go to pick up the Kuntian gilt flag, but just rubbed the surface of the battle flag with his illusory palms.

After a long time, he sighed bitterly: "Now people are not like humans, and ghosts are not like ghosts. How can we use this battle flag?"

After saying that, his sharp eyes suddenly turned to Ye Haochuan and said in a stern tone: "Since you are destined to be with this battle flag, you must work hard to practice. If you fall into the title of my Kuntian clan, even if we turn into a ghost, we will never forgive you!"

Ye Haochuan was sweating profusely when he heard this.

Grandma, I just want to give something simply, but why is it a mission involved? Will this plot be a little too free?

Now that this situation is, he can't help but refuse to agree. Do you think it's annoying?

"Don't worry, senior, I definitely don't dare to fall the name of Kuntian's gilded flag!"

He said solemnly that Ye Haochuan had completely lost his mind about being close to these people.

It's enough to flatter the horse's hooves every time!

The middle-aged man nodded expressionlessly, his eyes fell to the gap of the Kuntian gilded flag again, and his brows frowned.

"Father, no!"

The young man next to him suddenly shouted loudly.

"Yes, the patriarch, this is too much consumption. With your current situation, you are completely looking for death!"

The other seven golden phantoms also spoke in unison.

The middle-aged man's eyes became more and more firm. He snorted and said, "How can the battle flag of my Kuntian clan be so broken? As long as the battle flag shines brightly again, the Kuntian clan will never be destroyed!" (https:)

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