Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Master, do we want to continue killing?

Ji Xiangtian rolled his eyes excitedly.

Although Han Yang was always the one who committed the murder, it was good that she could help him.

At least Xiao Jiuer and Zhuo Xianzi don't enjoy such treatment yet.

The only pity is that those two guys will arrive who knows when, and then he will not be able to enjoy the master's favor alone.

Let's continue killing while the two guys vying for favor don't come.

There was clearly a hint of confusion in her words.

Han Yang didn't pay attention. After collecting the corpses of Lord Five Dao Lords, he took Ji Xiangtian and walked in the next direction.

In the past few days, he has killed more than a dozen leader-level people.

Now of course it will continue.

When Ji Xiangtian saw this, a smile suddenly appeared on his pretty face, and he hurriedly followed Han Yang's footsteps.

…

In a makeshift camp.

Two leader-level powerful men were sitting opposite each other, discussing something in low voices.

The other warriors in the camp looked at the two men with vague hatred.

These two people are the Anzi of Wutong Holy Land.

The bloody fact of the dove occupying the magpie's nest has been exposed.

However, because the two men were so powerful, they bloodbathed the dojo, forcing the remaining warriors in the dojo to obey.

Strange, do you feel that there is something wrong with the number of people?

One of the women in purple asked with a frown.

What?

The man in black was puzzled.

The purple-clothed woman murmured: Han Yang is a terrifying existence that is as powerful as the most powerful, but the Holy Land has only gathered more than fifty leader-level people. The number seems to be too few...

The man in black scanned the secret realm with his spiritual consciousness without scruples, frowned and said: It's really like this...the number of strong men is indeed a little less. It's strange, why some dojos only send powerful warriors, even Not even a leader level?

The woman in purple nodded and said: That's true! I have found five or six dojos that are like this.

The man in black asked hesitantly: If not, would you like to ask Mr. Baitou about it?

Can!

The woman in purple stood up and was about to ask Taoist Baitou. But when she stood up, she suddenly stopped and said, Wait a minute, who is Taoist Baitou?

Baitou Daojun was sent by the Holy Land to lead the coalition forces...

The man in black subconsciously replied, but in the middle of the sentence, he began to falter: It's strange, why can't I remember his identity...Who is he?

The two looked at each other and could see the confusion in each other's eyes.

Something is obviously weird.

But the two of them couldn't afford to be wary.

As if being weird is normal.

At this time, a clear girl's voice sounded in their ears: Wow... Master, the power of this Qianye Fairy Sword is so powerful! It can even distort the will of the leader level to this extent! They obviously thought of it That old man with a white beard didn't even raise his guard.

who!

The two people immediately left the white-headed Taoist behind and looked at the place where the sound came from.

Auspicious heaven!

Han Yang!

They quickly recognized the identities of the two figures, one large and one small, and their scalps felt numb.

Why did Han Yang appear here!

Before they could figure out what happened, Han Yang pointed at the man's eyebrows.

puff!

The man fell down without warning, like an ant being crushed to death by Han Yang's hands.

The purple-robed woman suddenly stirred and subconsciously wanted to burst out.

As a result, the surrounding space suddenly solidified, time seemed to turn into a liquid visible to the naked eye, and everything slowed down.

She could only watch as Han Yang pointed at the center of his eyebrows.

After killing two people again, Han Yang turned around and left with Ji Xiangtian.

There are eight more people... If that little guy from Bei Mo doesn't hurry up, I will kill them all.

Han Yang murmured softly.

…

In the secret realm.

More than a dozen old men gathered together and communicated through sound transmission.

Fellow Daoist Bei Mo, we have tried our best, and others can't be persuaded at all...

They are still more optimistic about Wutong Dojo and are taking chances.

The old men sighed in unison.

They were all persuaded by the Northern Demon and prepared to form an alliance to rebel against the coalition.

Unfortunately, other dojos don't all see the facts as clearly as they do.

There are also people who have illusions about the Indus Holy Land.

The old Taoist master couldn't help but sigh: This man will never look back until he hits the south wall! How vicious are the Jiuzhan Magpie Nests of Wutong Holy Land? How dare they expect that such a sect will be merciful and spare them after the war?

An old man interjected: What they said actually makes some sense. The Wutong Holy Land used to be hidden from the world, and naturally there was no taboo against using doves to occupy the magpie's nest. But now that it has come out, it will surely unify the divine world after this battle. When the time comes, , must use gentle means...

The old Taoist master couldn't help but feel his heart sink.

After half a day, not only did he fail to win over a few allies, but those who were willing to join him earlier were now persuaded by others.

Danger!

Once a traitor appears among these dozen old leaders, everyone in the rebel alliance will be doomed.

I don’t know what Han Yang’s intention is.

Can this tactic of provoking people in times of crisis really succeed?

As the old Taoist master fell silent, the discussion gradually subsided and the atmosphere became solemn.

An old woman wanted to liven up the atmosphere and said with a smile: There is a strange thing. I don't know if you have noticed. This time the coalition forces are actually the dojos occupied by us. The dojos of the Wutong Holy Land are actually very rare. Are they? If we are so confident, we will definitely not rebel?

Originally it was just an anecdote to lighten the mood.

The old Taoist master was stunned when he heard this, and subconsciously retorted: The dove occupied the magpie's nest, directly killed the Taoist master, and occupied the inherited dojo. There are at least more than twenty, which is not a small number, right?

More than twenty? I obviously only saw three...

Fellow Daoist Bei Mo, there are obviously only three of them, how can you say there are more than twenty?

The other old men all looked at the old Taoist Master with doubts in their eyes.

Three? How could it be three?

The old Taoist master almost laughed out of anger.

One day ago, there were more than fifty dojos and more than seventy leader-level experts gathered here.

On the following day, more than thirty leader-level people and more than a dozen dojos came one after another.

Among them, there are at least twenty dojos directly controlled by Wutong Holy Land Anzi Jiuzhan Magpie Nest, and possibly thirty.

These old guys are blind!

When he said this, the old Taoist master subconsciously released his spiritual consciousness and swept through the secret realm.

Immediately afterwards, his divine body froze.

Three families!

The old guys were right, there are actually only three dojos controlled by Anzi in the secret realm.

The other shadows all disappeared inexplicably.

How can it be?!

The old Taoist master was shocked.

Those people are all at the leader level, how could they disappear inexplicably!

Just when he was shocked, something even weirder happened.

One of the three dojos controlled by Anzi, a leader-level Anzi, actually disappeared under his nose.

It's as if it never existed.

And the people around Anzi were still talking and laughing, as if they didn't notice it at all.

A creeping chill crept into his heart, and the old Taoist Master was completely stunned.

At this time, the old woman who had previously said that there were only three dojos controlled by Anzi smiled and joked: Look, I just said that there are only two dojos belonging to Wutong Holy Land, right?