Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Boom boom boom!

The flying boat was flying at high speed in the air, and Han Yang and Zhang Wuyou sat opposite each other.

Originally, Zhang Wuyou proposed to play chess to kill time, but Han Yang had no interest in that.

Tell me, how old are you?

His eyes fell on Zhang Wuyou, and Han Yang showed a bit of curiosity on his face.

Zhang Wuyou's self-sealing method was concealed from even him.

It's really a good idea.

Zhang Wuyou closed his eyes and concentrated, as if he didn't hear Han Yang's question.

As a result, before Han Yang could give any instructions, Ji Xiangtian frowned and hit Bai Shengsheng with his small fist.

boom!

Zhang Wuyou was taken aback and barely managed to catch Ji Xiangtian's punch, but his body flew backwards and fell to the ground in a panic, making a hole in the cabin.

Didn't you hear what my master asked you? Are you deaf or stupid? If you think your ears are useless, I don't mind destroying them for you!

Ji Xiangtian, with his hands on his hips, showed his teeth and claws, as if he wanted to look good to Zhang Wuyou.

Zhang Wuyou spat out a mouthful of blood and looked speechless.

This big devil is really narrow-minded.

I didn't want to answer his question, so I actually ordered the maid to hurt him.

Han Yang spread his hands, looking innocent.

It was Ji Xiangtian who did it, not him.

Thirty-six!

Zhang Wuyou snorted, then actually moved his buttocks and sat back in front of Han Yang.

Ji Xiangtian was originally very proud, but after hearing these words, his eyes could not help but widen.

Thirty-six years old? !

It's a bit too small.

In the Great Chu Dynasty, those who could advance to the Yuan Dan realm at the age of fifty were already on the Hidden Dragon Ranking.

Thirty-six-year-old King Wu?

No, two years ago, this guy was only thirty-four!

At the age of thirty-four, he entered the Martial King Realm. Zhang Wuyou was obviously a monster as well.

Han Yang frowned slightly and asked, Are you related to the God List?

Unless he has a special physique, according to the laws of heaven in the Tianwu Continent, it is impossible for him to become a Martial King before the age of thirty-six.

The only one who can break this convention is the God List.

Zhang Wuyou clearly felt that murderous intent was rising in Han Yang.

If he can't answer this question well, he might be completely wiped out!

You want to kill me?!

Zhang Wuyou felt incredible.

A man made a promise worth a thousand dollars, but Han Yang actually wanted to break his promise?

Han Yang nodded lightly: If you are related to the God List, then I must kill you!

Hearing this, Zhang Wuyou's face kept changing, and finally said: I have nothing to do with the Shenbang organization. I, the leader of the Ming Cult, have been inherited by the previous dynasty. The skills I practice are also the royal magic skills of the previous dynasty, and have been suppressed. With the help of spiritual stones, one can break through and enter the Martial King realm at the age of thirty.

Han Yang's interest dropped greatly when he heard that Zhang Wuyou was not on the list of gods.

His soul as a war god in his previous life was strong enough to tell whether Zhang Wuyou was lying.

What? Is there something wrong with the God List?

Realizing that Han Yang had dissipated his murderous intent, Zhang Wuyou looked over and asked curiously.

Han Yang glanced at Zhang Wuyou lightly and said with an expressionless face: Your cultivation level is too low. It's useless to know.

...

The latter was almost suppressed from internal injuries.

He is a majestic holy son of the Ming Cult and one of the youngest martial kings in the Chu Dynasty. Even if the emperor-level forces see him, they will pay three points of respect.

When he arrived at Han Yang's place, he was actually disliked... his cultivation level was too low.

It's really a bit cowardly.

Seeing Zhang Wuyou's unwillingness, Han Yang said coldly: At first, you only injured Xiao Jiu'er and Li Xuanyu without killing them, so you could survive. But if you talk too much, you'll piss me off. , I don’t mind destroying your cultivation!”

Zhang Wuyou suppressed the blood gushing from his throat.

Shut up and stop talking.

His Royal Highness the Demon King, the Holy Son, the Divine Dream Hall has arrived!

At this moment, Liuli Sword King Fu Liuxin walked out of the controller and responded respectfully.

Shenmengtang, one of the hidden sects of Mingjiao.

Liu Hanmeng, the master of Shenmeng Hall, is known as the King of Dreams and one of the four great Dharma kings of Mingjiao.

The four great Dharma kings of Mingjiao and the Glazed Sword King Fu Liuxin supported Zhang Wuyou.

The King of Dreams supports the Holy Lady Luanyuan.

As a high-ranking member of the Ming Cult, Zhang Wuyou soon found out that it was Saint Luanyuan who was secretly causing trouble and bewitched King Duan Tian to go to Yuan Zong to cause trouble.

Even Saint Luanyuan probably didn't expect that Han Yang would dare to wander around in the Chu Dynasty so quickly after killing Prince Guo Xiang Ziyu.

It can only be said that no one can understand Han Yang's inner thoughts.

Stop. Who is coming!

At this moment, a loud shout came from outside the cabin.

Han Yang stood up slowly and nodded: The show is about to begin!

Flying in the sky and outside the boat.

A heroic female warrior king flew up into the air, her aura faintly locked onto her.

After seeing Han Yang dressed in white, the female warrior queen immediately changed her expression.

Demon King...Han Yang!

There was a bit of trembling in the voice.

Seeing Zhang Wuyou and Fu Liuxin next to Han Yang, she didn't hesitate and hurriedly took out the transmission talisman.

Han Yang stood with his sword in his hand, looking at the Shenmeng Hall at his feet in the distance with an indifferent expression.

Qingzhou is the headquarters of Mingjiao.

There are actually two high-level martial kings hidden in a mere state, one in the open and one in the dark, serving as a guard of honor for each other. If there was no secret realm of emperorship, the Great Chu Dynasty might really be secretly overthrown by the Ming Cult.

In less than a stick of incense, another enchanting woman in red appeared in front of Han Yang and others.

Mingjiao, Dream King in Red, has met His Highness the Demon King!

The woman saluted respectfully, without any pride of being a high-ranking martial king.

However, as he spoke, his eyes involuntarily glanced at Zhang Wuyou and Fu Liuxin who were standing aside, with a hint of haze flashing in his eyes.

Han Yang said calmly: Luanyuan, the saint of the Ming sect, instigated King Duantian to go to Yuanzong to cause trouble. I want to kill her! Tell her whereabouts and you will avoid death! If you want to hide it for her, today will be your dream. The end of the church!

At Han Yang's level, there is no need to compromise.

In the King of Martial Realm, strength is respected.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and calculations are false!

Liu Hanmeng's expression suddenly changed, and she looked at Zhang Wuyou and Fu Liuxin in disbelief.

Now, how could she not know that she was betrayed by these two guys.

Your Highness the Demon King...

Just as Liu Hanmeng opened his mouth to defend himself, he saw the two little girls behind Han Yang disappear suddenly.

careful!

Realizing that something was wrong, King Meng wanted to intercept him, but was overwhelmed by Han Yang's momentum and did not dare to act rashly.

A lotus flower suddenly bloomed in the void.

Lotus seal!

The huge lotus seal fell directly.

Only a moment passed before they reached the sky above Shenmeng Hall.

Liu Hanmeng was locked in Han Yang's Qi and could not help but turn pale.

The majestic seventh-level Martial King couldn't even do anything, and could only watch the huge lotus seal fall.

Boom!

The lotus seal, cast at the level of the third-level Martial King, hit the Shenmeng Hall.

The heroic female martial arts queen beside Liu Hanmeng was the first to suffer.

With a pop, his head exploded and he died an unexpected death.

The technique of substitution was activated, and as soon as the figure appeared, it was lost in the lotus again.

No……

In the Divine Dream Hall, countless people let out shrill wails.

The bodies exploded one after another, and blood splattered everywhere.

In just a few short moments, almost all the warriors above the Yuan Dan realm of Shenmengtang died unexpectedly.

Two other third-level Martial Kings rose into the air, but they immediately bumped into Xiao Jiuer, who was wearing wedding clothes.

Bang bang!

With just two punches, these two third-level martial kings were shot directly in the head.

As the figure flickered, two surrogates of the third-level Martial King were also killed one after another.

When Ji Xiangtian and Xiao Jiuer returned to Han Yang again, the four martial kings of Shenmeng Hall and hundreds of Yuan Dan warriors all died!

Han Yang! How dare you be so domineering! My leader... will never let you go!

Thousands of years of hard work were ruined in one moment, causing Liu Hanmeng's eyes to burst and his eyes to be full of malice.