Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Han Yang's speed was too fast.

When he arrived at the Eastern Temple with his national master in hand, the yellow-robed priest and the hundreds of martial saints under his command had not even had time to set off.

The envoys from the other three major temples had not yet had time to arrive at the Yuan and Song dynasties.

Monk!

When he saw Han Yang, the yellow-robed priest's pupils suddenly shrank.

He didn't expect that the other party would be so bold.

Logically speaking, after irritating God Haotian, he should have run away long ago.

How could a mere mortal dare to face the wrath of God Haotian?

But he never expected that the demon monk Bajie not only did not escape, but even broke into the temple.

How crazy this is.

blasphemer?

Monk?

Even the martial saints who were the envoys of the temple showed surprise.

Before they went to hunt down the demon monk, the demon monk actually came to the temple and walked to the door himself?

This is simply an insult to the temple and God Haotian!

kill him!

Before the yellow-robed priest could give the order, dozens of martial saints rose from the air and killed Han Yang.

Han Yang was not taken into consideration at all.

Having been ruled from the top, these people have long been accustomed to the feeling of being invincible in the world.

In their eyes, all common warriors are just lambs for them to slaughter.

The reason why dozens of martial saints rushed out together was just to grab the credit.

Snapped!

The moment these martial saints flew over, Han Yang flicked his fingers.

Supernatural power, the voice of heaven!

Buzz!

The flying Martial Saints felt their sea of ​​consciousness shake, and they instantly lost control of the laws.

Unable to control the power of law, they simply cannot continue to fly in the air.

boom!

boom!

boom!

The next moment, many people fell from the sky like dumplings.

Such a scene shocked everyone.

Including the yellow-robed priest.

These are all invincible martial saints!

In this world, no ordinary warrior can be the opponent of the Martial Saint.

Who is this evil spirit?

Use the artifact!

After all, the yellow-robed priest is in a high position and has some ability to remain calm.

Seeing this scene, he hurriedly gave another order.

boom!

boom!

Boom boom.

The remaining hundreds of martial saints all released the fragments of ancient magic weapons in their bodies, trying to defeat Han Yang.

Forbidden weapon!

Hundreds of forbidden weapons.

When the Imperial Master saw this scene, his heart became even colder.

He discovered that since he had an exchange with Monk Bajie and learned the truth about Haotian God, the more he came into contact with the temple, the more he discovered the hypocrisy of the so-called Haotian God.

What kind of forbidden device is this?

If it is a forbidden weapon, then why do all the temple envoys have one in their hands?

Absolutely ridiculous.

God Haotian, a majestic god, is so hypocritical.

Faced with the siege of so many strong men, Han Yang remained calm and unhurried.

Since being promoted to Martial Saint, he has become fearless.

He stretched out his hand.

Buzz!

The broken sacred weapon of the female warrior saint fell into his hands.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded.

The four elephants cursed the sword, and the white tiger killed him!

Amidst the roar of the white tiger, the sword light was overwhelming, covering the entire temple.

How can this be……

All the Martial Saints looked at this scene in front of them in shock.

The sky is filled with sword light, covering the sky and the sun, covering the heaven and the earth.

It was as if the entire world was shrouded in sword light.

Even the laws within their bodies were trembling with the buzzing of the sword light.

Bang bang bang bang!

With a loud bang, all their attacks failed.

All the forbidden weapons were out of control and flew towards Han Yang.

Ahh...

The martial saints howled and fell from the air to the ground.

Forcibly deprived of their sacred weapons, these people all fell from the Martial Saint realm to the Martial Ancestor realm, and were in extremely miserable conditions.

Evil!

The yellow-robed priest stood stunned, his body trembling.

How can we fight?

He couldn't understand the methods used by the other party at all!

This is a martial art that transcends this world.

With one slash of the sword, the hundred saints bowed their heads.

Even God Haotian is nothing more than this, right?

The yellow-robed priest couldn't help having such absurd thoughts in his heart.

At this moment, he wanted to jump out and fight Han Yang, representing the power of God Haotian, to kill this blasphemer.

But he understood that he was no match for Han Yang.

Those temple envoys were first-level martial saints, and he was only a second-level martial saint.

In this world, Martial Ancestor is the pinnacle of power.

A martial saint is extraordinary and invincible!

The second level of the Martial Saint was enough for him to suppress the world and rule the Yuan and Song Dynasties.

However, when facing Han Yang, he realized how weak his strength was.

Han Yang flipped his hand and took all the broken sacred weapons into his hands.

As he stepped towards the temple, he began to refine these broken sacred artifacts from ancient times in order to sense more reality.

blasphemer! Stop! This is a temple, you dare...

The yellow-robed priest still wanted to step forward to stop him.

As a result, Han Yang kicked him and he fell to the ground, unable to get up.

After careful sensing, the holy weapon in his body was actually deprived by the evil monk.

No……

The yellow-robed priest let out a desperate roar.

This scene made the national master's heart go up and down, and he could not calm down for a long time.

Once upon a time, the yellow-robed priest was a symbol of divine power.

Even if the emperor of the Yuan and Song dynasties wanted to take over, he had to be crowned by a yellow-robed priest.

During the Yuan and Song dynasties, the emperor's lifespan was less than a thousand years.

The reincarnation of generations has changed countless times.

Only the yellow-robed priest seems to have infinite longevity.

Every new emperor must be approved by him.

In the past, when watching these records, the national master felt that this itself was a miracle.

Only gods can grant endless longevity to priests and messengers.

Mortals should not covet gifts from gods.

A hundred years for mortals!

Warriors for thousands of years!

It’s destiny!

It is a law that every human being should follow.

But at this time, seeing the yellow-robed priest being kicked to the ground by Han Yang, wailing like a defeated dog, the Imperial Master no longer had anything to believe in.

Mortals have short lives!

God brings longevity!

Is this destiny or God Haotian's method?

At this moment, the Imperial Master began to have doubts.

Under the desperate gazes of the yellow-robed priests and martial saints, Han Yang stepped into the temple.

Boom!

In the temple, all the statues of God Haotian began to shake violently.

Angry and violent auras came from the temple.

As if he wanted to kill Han Yang, the blasphemer.

But these god-like terrifying auras did not cause any harm to Han Yang.

In this way, he used his Yuan Magnetic Magic Power and Deification Magic Power to endure countless and unknown attacks and stepped into the temple.

The scene before them made the followers of God Haotian even more desperate.

Even gods can't do anything to this evil demon?

The envoys begged God Haotian to show his power.

Within the temple.

Han Yang's face was cold, and he sneered slightly coldly: Incompetent and furious!

Having said that, he ignored the shaking statues and began to use the broken sacred artifacts in his hands and the statues in the temple to set up formations.

When Han Yang stretched his palm towards the statue, the statue seemed to be infinitely humiliated and tried its best to break free from Han Yang's control.

But the divine power exuded by the statue was of no use to Han Yang.

Click!

With a slight exertion on his palm, the statue shattered.

Crush the idols and cast the magic circle.

God Haotian is not in the human world, not in the mortal world on the fourth floor of the Shenxu, but he is everywhere.

The so-called Haotian God, after refining the relics, became a certain lawful existence on the fourth level.

He is like the law of nothingness, standing high above.

If Han Yang hadn't been reborn in the ninth generation and was well-informed, I might not have been able to find any trace of him in his lifetime.

At this time, the traces of Haotian God appeared.

When the formation is formed, he will...have nowhere to escape.