Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Shenxu World, second level.

In a ruined temple.

Fu Qingyu sat cross-legged, feeling the changes in the spiritual body within his body.

Third level... I didn't expect that just by hunting a few skeletons in this sacred ruins, you can be promoted to the third level of spirit body. It's a bit too easy...

There was no joy on her face, but a frown.

Things that are too easy to get are often not cherished...or they contain poison.

It gave her an uneasy feeling.

Before entering the Divine Ruins, she had not even been able to awaken her spirit body.

She is the only peerless genius in the Middle-earth Divine Continent who is not a spirit but is invincible at the third level.

Fu Qingyu rose to the rank of genius purely by relying on his mastery of the techniques.

But at this time, truly awakening the third-level spirit body made her feel a little uneasy.

This near-invincible third-level spirit body had powerful destructive power, but it was like rootless duckweed, which made her feel uneasy.

grown ups……

A first-level martial saint carefully came outside the temple and bowed in salute.

Fu Qingyu ignored it and continued to sit cross-legged, closing his eyes and concentrating.

Wu Sheng couldn't restrain his restless mood and responded urgently: Something big has happened. Yang Xiao, the Guangming Zuo envoy of the Sun and Moon God Sect, is suspected to have died...

Uh-huh!

A flash of lightning flashed, and Fu Qingyu suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the Martial Saint in front of him.

The sword-like gaze made the Martial Saint lower his head, not daring to look directly.

Fu Qingyu, who was worthy of being named Qingyu, had risen to such a terrifying level in just ten days after entering the Divine Ruins.

How did Yang Xiao fall?

Fu Qingyu's voice was cold, like the tinkling sound of a mountain spring in an ice palace.

The Martial Saint hurriedly said respectfully: He... was trampled to death... when he fell, he seemed to have only awakened the first-level spirit body.

Trampled to death?

Even with Fu Qingyu's mind, he was slightly stunned.

You know, Yang Xiao is a peerless genius who is no less than her.

Back when they were at the ninth-level Martial Ancestor, the two had fought many times, but the outcome was inconclusive.

It wasn't until she was promoted to Martial Saint that she barely surpassed Yang Xiao.

Such a peerless genius was actually... trampled to death?

Is it Han Yang?

Fu Qingyu already knew that the mysterious man who claimed to be the God of War Sect was the incarnation of Han Yang.

In her mind, if anyone could crush Yang Xiao to death, it would be Han Yang.

Wu Sheng had an expression of inexplicable admiration and said respectfully: It's Han Yang...

He told in detail how Yang Xiao captured Chen Qiaoqian, how Han Yang came down and trampled her to death, and finally how Han Yang escaped into the relic.

So, Han Yang is seriously injured at this time and is on the verge of death?

A cold light flashed in Fu Qingyu's eyes.

Wu Sheng replied respectfully: Chen Qiaoqian has been guarding the relics. We have no way of knowing the specific situation...

At this point, he seemed to remember something and said suspiciously: Murong Ming, the first son of the Sun Moon God Sect, seems to be controlled by others and is also protecting Han Yang...

Haha...the magic sticks of the Sun and Moon God Sect are all incompetent people who are greedy for life and afraid of death!

Both the Qingyu Temple and the Sun Moon Sect make a living by preaching, so naturally they dislike each other.

Fu Qingyu's eyes flashed.

Her original plan was to break through to the fourth-level martial saint in one fell swoop after being promoted to the third-level spiritual body. However, three days later, she was still stuck at the third-level martial saint and could not break through.

She realized that it seemed that the restriction of the Shenxu Land was the third level of Martial Saint.

Ordinary methods cannot continue to break through.

But how did Yang Ziyu advance to the fourth level of Martial Saint?

Fu Qingyu's sea of ​​consciousness was filled with lightning and thunder, and his thoughts were spinning wildly.

Suddenly, a possibility occurred to her.

Zongzong Sacred Artifact?!

Only by using the Sect-Suppressing Sacred Artifact as the center of the formation and gathering the laws of heaven and earth can one break through the restrictions of the Divine Ruins and advance to the fourth level of the Martial Saint.

An Hongyu and Zuo Qing are really crazy!

He actually brought all the sacred weapons of the Qingyu Temple into the Divine Ruins?

Now that Yang Ziyu and Meng Hongyu have both fallen, Jiutian Qingyu may also fall into Chen Qiaoqian's hands.

It seems that I must go and see the Queen of Heavenly Martial Arts.

She didn't bother to take Chen Qiaoqian as a hostage to threaten Han Yang.

But now, he had to come forward!

Whether she took the opportunity to kill Han Yang, or recaptured Jiutian Qingyu and promoted to the third level of Martial Saint, she had no other choice.

boom!

Fu Qingyu stood up suddenly and said coldly: Take me to see the Queen of Tianwu.

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Shenxu World, second level.

Chen Qiaoqian stood beside the relic with a sad face.

But even though she was so sad, she still didn't stop practicing.

In less than five days, he has been promoted from the first level of Martial Saint to the second level of Martial Saint!

These days, she has been hating herself.

I hate myself for being so weak!

Han Yang was clearly on the verge of death and had to travel from the third level to save them.

If he were a little stronger and Han Yang had no worries, would Brother Yang be able to enter the relic earlier and avoid any danger?

This thought burned her soul like a flame.

She didn't dare to let down her guard at all.

Practice!

Practice!

In addition to protecting Han Yang, there is only cultivation.

Not only did she think this way, Xiao Jiuer and Ji Xiangtian also felt the same way.

Yang Xiao is the emperor's favored son and is very powerful.

The essence of flesh and blood and the aura of death that remained after his death allowed both Xiao Jiuer and Ji Xiangtian to successfully advance to the second level of the Martial Saint.

After being promoted, Ji Xiangtian always stared at Murong Ming's neck.

She felt that if she swallowed Murong Ming with the Heaven-Swallowing Divine Technique, she might be promoted to the third level of Martial Saint!

With the third-level spirit body and the third-level Martial Saint, she is confident that no matter how powerful the enemy is when they enter the Divine Ruins, she will be able to deal with it.

Such undisguised murderous eyes made Murong Ming's hair stand on end.

He had to make a show of heartfelt surrender and hunt around, hunting down those who intended to do evil to the relic.

In just five days, more warriors from various sects died in his hands than in the hands of Xiao Jiuer and Ji Xiangtian.

Click!

Murong Ming crushed the head of the Martial Ancestor of the Sun and Moon God Sect with one hand.

Don't blame me, I just want to survive...

Touching the Shenxu mark between his eyebrows, he could still feel the chilling power contained in it.

There is no doubt that if there is even a hint of betrayal, he will die in the backlash.

We, the Sun and Moon God Sect, really shouldn't have offended Han Yang. The people around him are all monsters...

Murong Ming was filled with regret.

If he was given another chance, he would not be an enemy of Han Yang even if the two leaders personally ordered it.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded in Murong Ming's ears.

Sure enough, I read you right... you Sun Moon God Sect's magicians are all a bunch of cowards.

Hearing this familiar voice, Murong Ming suddenly got excited.

Fu Qingyu? !

The only peerless genius in Qingyu Temple who was given the name Qingyu was still superior to Yang Xiao in strength.

He is also the only one among the first people in the previous generation who is almost invincible based on his own strength without relying on his spirit body.

Those bastards from Qingyu Temple actually stuffed her into the Divine Ruins.

Click!

Click!

Murong Ming turned his head with difficulty and forced a smile: Misunderstanding...I was actually just being pretentious...

puff!

Fu Qingyu sneered and poked a finger into Murong Ming's eyebrow.

Murong Ming, a third-level spirit body and a first-level martial saint, was unable to fight back...