Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Fu Liuxin on the side was filled with fear when he saw this cruel scene.

The Glazed Sword Sect almost met the same fate as Shenmengtang.

If Zhang Wuyou hadn't realized the current situation and chosen to cooperate with Han Yang, Han Yang would never have given up.

Zhang Wuyou seemed to have expected it, and sighed: Dharma King, stop resisting and continue to be stubborn. You will only die...

Before he finished speaking, Liu Hanmeng spat loudly, Zhang Wuyou, if you, as the holy son of our religion, betrayed our religion, you will definitely die a bad death!

The hateful look in his eyes was even deeper than his hatred for Han Yang.

A hint of gloom flashed in Zhang Wuyou's eyes, and he said coldly: Liu Hanmeng! How shameless! Stop pretending to be confused! You think I don't know that you supported that stupid woman Luanyuan, bewitched Duan Tianwang, and attacked Yuan Yuan. Zong took action and you still want to put the blame on me?

Liu Hanmeng's expression couldn't help but froze, and he seemed a little guilty.

Zhang Wuyou said coldly: A woman who fails to succeed but fails to succeed! Demon King Han Yang, are you trying to take advantage of him? You asked King Duan Tian to destroy Yuan Zong and wanted to put the blame on me. Now Demon King Han Yang Yang wants to destroy Mingjiao with his backhand! Aren’t you bringing it upon yourself to cause trouble, and yet you dare to talk nonsense to me?!”

In just a few words, Liu Hanmeng felt as if he had been struck by lightning.

She didn't expect that Han Yang destroyed Shenmeng Hall for this reason.

But……

When they made the conspiracy with Luanyuan, they didn't take Han Yang seriously at all, and they didn't think about whether they would anger Han Yang after destroying Yuan Zong.

Because in their opinion, Han Yang had offended the six dynasties and the ten holy sects, and he would never have the courage to return to the dynasty!

The name of the Demon King has spread throughout the world, but Han Yang can only hide in the wilderness for the rest of his life, hesitating like a bereaved dog!

The Mingjiao was used to being aloof and trying to save others by themselves, and they didn't think that Han Yang would ever return to the Chu Dynasty.

Now that Zhang Wuyou had exposed it, Liu Hanmeng realized what a big mistake the two of them had made.

I……

Liu Hanmeng was still about to open her mouth to argue with Zhang Wuyou, but she was shocked when she heard the sound of a knife.

Zheng!

Han Yang's voice sounded along with the sound of swords.

Say, or die!

Whoosh!

The Baizhan Demon Sword's blade shook, and in the blink of an eye it was in front of Liu Hanmeng's neck.

Just this one strike made Liu Hanmeng's hair stand on end, and he no longer had any fighting spirit in his heart.

Too fast! Too fast!

This knife directly tore through her seventh-level king-level force field, leaving her with no time to react!

I thought that the Ming Cult was hidden deep enough, and the six-level Protector Dharma King on the surface was actually a seventh-level one.

Unexpectedly, the Demon King Han Yang hid even deeper.

This is not like killing the sixth-level Martial King with a sword. It is simply killing a seventh-level warrior like a dog.

They are so stupid that they can only describe such people as short-sighted and stupid!

Luanyuan... and her guardian Ghost Granny escaped half a day ago...

When he said these words, Liu Hanmeng suddenly realized.

No wonder that bitch Luanyuan left in a hurry, as if she was running away.

Now it seems that she has known Han Yang's power for a long time and got out of the way one step ahead.

hateful.

So, you are useless.

Han Yang's voice became infinitely colder.

No...I...

puff!

Liu Hanmeng still wanted to speak, but Han Yang's knife had already been cut off.

The famous Dream King was killed with a knife before he could even use his magical powers.

Star Destroyer God!

The power of annihilation entangled Liu Hanmeng's three souls of heaven, earth and man.

Four lives, killed with one sword.

Mingjiao, the Red Dream King, die!

Liuli Sword King Fu Liuxin lowered his head subconsciously, hiding the look of sorrow and anger in his eyes.

Both are one of the four great Dharma kings of Mingjiao, and he and Liu Hanmeng can be regarded as old friends.

Now, a protective Dharma king whose strength was comparable to his was killed by Han Yang with one blow. This made Fu Liuxin feel a chill in his heart, and his body felt cold.

Zhang Wuyou, on the other hand, remained expressionless, as if he had not seen one of the four great Dharma Kings of the Ming Cult being killed.

Zheng!

The blade turned, and at this moment, the demon sword Baizhan was placed across Zhang Wuyou's neck.

Han Yang asked with a wicked smile: You should be able to find the whereabouts of that Luanyuan, right?

Zhang Wuyou glanced at the magic sword Baizhan on his neck.

He could clearly feel that there were cracks on the blade, which were being repaired at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This scene made Zhang Wuyou feel trembling in his heart.

Han Yang destroyed the Ming Cult not only for revenge, but also for the purpose of...repairing the magic sword in his hand? !

Good guy!

Zhang Wuyou, who prided himself on being unparalleled in wit and scheming, finally felt a chill in his heart and nodded hurriedly: Don't worry, as long as she has been to Shenmeng Hall, I will have a way to find her!

Han Yang nodded with satisfaction and put the magic knife back.

What a fucking bastard!

Zhang Wuyou secretly cursed.

Why didn't you see that Han Yang was such a person when you were in Yuanmen?

Treat human life as nothing!

Little did he know that Han Yang was reborn in his ninth life, and that in his first life he was the god of war with no plans of killing.

Enemies, in his eyes, don't count as human lives at all!

Those who are his enemies have only one word: death!

Chirp!

Zhang Wuyou used his true energy to activate and let out a roar.

A moment later, a strange flying monster hovered in the sky and screamed at Zhang Wuyou.

Zhang Wuyou turned back his hand, took out a silk handkerchief from the ring, and threw it to the sky.

The strange monster held the handkerchief in its mouth and flew towards the east.

This way! Follow the Xiangxun Beast and you'll find that bitch Luanyuan!

Zhang Wuyou said.

Han Yang frowned slightly and looked at Zhang Wuyou with disgust: You are so wretched, you even collect women's sweat towels...

That's a handkerchief!

Zhang Wuyou could hardly control his emotions.

Han Yang narrowed his eyes and asked with a stern face: You haven't collected my things, have you? Hand them over...

Just as Zhang Wuyou was about to deny it, Bai Zhan, the demon sword, was already on his neck again.

asshole!

Zhang Wuyou cursed secretly, turned back his hand and took out a life talisman.

Han Yang's face looked really ugly now.

Zhang Wuyou, that bastard, actually stole all the life talismans he left in Yuanmen.

This is a hundred times more effective in tracking than sweat towels and handkerchiefs!

Is there anything else?

He fought a hundred battles with the magic knife and patted Wuyou's face.

Fu Liuxin watched with fear, fearing that Han Yang would cut off Zhang Wuyou's head accidentally.

Zhang Wuyou was speechless and began to rummage among the rings.

Blood-stained white clothes.

Tattered boots.

Used wine glass.

Fragments of a worn mask.

There is even a futon that Han Yang once sat on.

...

After being silent for a long time, Han Yang asked speechlessly: Zhang Wuyou, don't you have the Longyang habit and fall in love with me?

roll!

Zhang Wuyou really couldn't hold back this time and cursed directly.

Before he finished speaking, he felt a pain in his finger.

The index finger of his left hand and the ring on it were cut off by Han Yang with one stroke.

...

Zhang Wuyou stared at Han Yang.

This time he was convinced that he really had no sympathy at all with Han Yang.

To put it bluntly, Najie actually broke off one of his fingers!

Cold-blooded bastard!

Follow the Xiangxun Beast. If Luanyuan escapes, that would be embarrassing. I can only risk your life!

Han Yang rose up with his sword and flew back to the empty boat.

asshole!

Behind him, Zhang Wuyou's suppressed curses rang out.