Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

In front of the mausoleum.

The magic sword shines brightly in a hundred battles.

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

The endless sword energy turned into a white tiger and slashed at the approaching evil Buddha and demon monk.

When other people see evil Buddhas and demon monks, they think of catastrophe and death.

But what Han Yang saw was opportunity and a curse seal!

One by one, the evil Buddhas and demon monks at the Yuan Dan level died under the Baizhan Sword and turned into curse seals. Their numbers kept stacking up, making the smile on Han Yang's lips get thicker and thicker.

This Shenxu is simply a place of opportunity tailor-made for you.

After going out this time, I won't be afraid of missing the curse seal for at least a few months.

The evil Buddhas and demon monks with the third, fourth and fifth levels of Yuan Dan are like dragons and tigers, like monsters and demons in the eyes of others. If there is no protection from the Buddha's light, up to ten people will be killed, and they will be transformed by the power of the evil Buddha's thoughts.

Only Han Yang, with one man and one sword, could still kill countless evil Buddhas and demon monks without the protection of Buddha's light.

"Suzaku Dance!"

When groups of evil Buddhas and demon monks came from all directions, Han Yang used the Suzaku Dance style, which was most suitable for group attacks.

The endless sword light forms a cocoon of sword energy.

Any evil Buddha or demon monk who touches the round cocoon of sword energy will either die or be injured.

"This guy is really getting more and more perverted..."

Seeing the evil Buddhas and demon monks dying under Han Yang's sword, Ji Xiangtian, just like Nalan Yunhao before, had completely given up the idea of ​​going against Han Yang.

This kind of monster is only suitable for being a friend...even if it is a master, it is better than being an enemy.

"Nan... Wu..."

In the midst of the Buddha's sound, two huge Dharma protector Jialan suddenly rose up and smashed towards Han Yang, trying to disrupt Han Yang's rhythm.

"roll!"

After penetrating through the Ren and Du second line, Han Yang didn't care at all about these puppets who only had the eighth level of Yuan Dan.

With a click of his finger, the Qianye Divine Sword buzzed from the sword box behind him.

Whoosh whoosh!

The sword light flashed across Protector Jialan's tall body, and in an instant, it was torn into pieces!

At this time, they were even ten feet away from Han Yang!

Cut, cut, cut!

Kill kill kill!

At Han Yang's feet, the corpses of evil Buddhas and demon monks slowly piled up into a hill.

And he, standing on the mountain peak, continued to kill.

This world, like a meat grinder, has become the graveyard of evil Buddhas and demon monks.

…

"Where did this guy come from?"

Fushengtian's face slowly became twisted and hideous.

It's been two full incense sticks.

The number of evil Buddhas and demon monks who fell at Han Yang's feet has exceeded a thousand.

Not to mention the ninth level of Qi Gathering, even the seventh or eighth level of Yuan Dan would have exhausted his true energy and died of exhaustion, but Han Yang still showed no signs of exhaustion.

"It seems that we must join forces with others..."

Fushengtian had already started to think about retreating.

…

On the sand dunes miles away.

Nie Yunqi, the embroidered guard's son, looked at Han Yang, who was standing tall among the evil Buddhas and demon monks, with a rare expression of solemnity.

He didn't expect that this guy who was ordered to kill by the old fox Yan Ruicheng would be so strong.

Can you resist the tide of evil Buddhas, demons and monks by yourself?

What's even more frightening is that we are still without the protection of Buddha's light.

This means that for Han Yang, the Buddhist Land and Godly Ruins are like his own back garden.

If Han Yang were allowed to stay here for a hundred or two hundred years, he might be able to take away all the treasures in the Buddha Land and Divine Ruins.

"What a monster..."

Nie Yunqi vaguely understood Yan Ruicheng's worries.

If such a genius is allowed to grow, he may become another overlord Xiang Yu.

It’s always better to kill the scourge…

…

Inside the ruined temple.

Yanshi's mouth opened and closed up and down as if out of control, making a clicking sound.

Two sticks of incense?

Han Yang actually managed to hold on to two sticks of incense while being attacked by the evil Buddha and the demon monk.

Even the protector Jialan couldn't pose the slightest threat to him.

"No...I won't lose!"

Yanshi roared angrily, ready to use his trump card at all costs.

However, at this moment, the woman on the divine list suddenly screamed: "Wait, what is that..."

…

Outside the mausoleum.

"Nan... Wu..."

Following the thunderous Buddhist chants, nearly a hundred streams of light rushed towards the mausoleum.

"Black Light Arhat!"

"Hundreds of statues?"

Everyone gasped.

The Black Light Arhat is almost invulnerable. Although he is only at the sixth level of Yuan Dan, he is more difficult to deal with than the protector Jia Lan, who is at the eighth level of Yuan Dan.

Not to mention, these are nearly a hundred black light Arhats.

Under the light of the swastika symbol, Ji Xiangtian and others' breathing became heavy, and they all looked at Han Yang with worry.

Han Yang also discovered the arrival of the Black Light Arhat.

"Finally can't hold it anymore?" A sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Baizhang!

Fifty feet!

Ten feet!

The black light Arhat jumped up high and rushed towards Han Yang bravely.

The moment these big men jumped up, redness began to spread in Han Yang's eyes.

Beauty, turn on!

The blue-red sword energy swept across all directions.

The four-image mantra seals the sword, and the red bird dances.

Puff puff puff puff.

The black light Arhat who was invulnerable in front of others was as fragile as tofu under Han Yang's sword.

In an instant, ten black-light Arhats were smashed to pieces by the sword energy.

"Invincible..."

Ji Xiangtian subconsciously murmured, clamped his legs, and his body shivered.

"Namo..."

Seeing that Han Yang would soon slaughter all the Black Light Arhats, another sudden change occurred.

The evil Buddhas and demon monks around him suddenly gave up their siege on Han Yang and rushed towards the mausoleum.

In an instant, a group of people rushed in front of Zhou Tong and others.

Click!

The leader of the Black Light Arhat shattered the remaining light of the lamp in Nalan Yunhao's hand with one blow, and drove him to the wall of the mausoleum behind him. He was not sure whether he was alive or dead.

"Auspicious Seal!"

"Lotus Seal!"

Ji Xiangtian used two seals in a row to barely save Zhou Tong and Rong Mingzhu.

The biggest crisis has arrived...

…

"Okay! What a great attack in the east and west! You are indeed a resourceful Yanshi!"

Inside the ruined temple.

The woman on the divine list cheered loudly.

Yanshi opened his mouth in depression: "It's not me..."

The woman on the divine list was stunned, "Not you? Who else could it be?"

There was no expression on Yanshi's delicate face like a puppet, but the woman on the list seemed to understand and took a breath of air.

"The Evil Buddha...is also targeting Han Yang?!"

…

"Get away!"

Han Yang's blade shook wildly.

White tiger kills.

Suzaku dance.

In an instant, all the black light Arhats and evil Buddhas and demon monks were cleared in front of him.

But the distance between the two sides is not close. At this time, it may be too late to save Ji Xiangtian and others.

"It's over, I'm going to die..."

The two black-light Arhats pounced on him, and Ji Xiangtian felt despair in his heart.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from inside the mausoleum.

"Who is the best in martial arts in Chu? It will be me, Marquis Lu Wen, for all eternity!"

The sound of the long song was heard, and then there was the sound of heroic laughter: "Hahahahaha, don't panic, everyone, I, Lu Fengxian... am here!"

A square-shaped halberd pierced the sky.

The red-haired and jade-faced Lu Fengxian, wearing black armor and a purple gold crown, with two long pheasant tail feathers fluttering, jumped out of the mausoleum like a god general.

boom!

When he landed, a deep pit of dozens of feet was created on the ground.

In the pit, countless black runes surged, forming a huge array of dark runes.

All the evil Buddhas and demon monks who entered the formation, including the two black-light Arhats, all turned into ashes at this moment.

"Wow ha ha ha ha……"

Lu Fengxian looked up to the sky and laughed, feeling unparalleled in his dominance for a moment.