Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Gulu!

Liu Changchun swallowed hard.

died.

The second-level Martial King, King Changshou, unexpectedly died at the hands of Han Yang.

Moreover, he was not able to hurt Han Yang at all.

It's not that the longevity king is too weak, it's indeed... Han Yang is too strong.

In just one month, Han Yang was able to kill the second-level Martial King.

If you give him a few years...

Liu Changchun's heart was filled with ice, and he was about to drive the Royal Sky Boat to escape, but the next moment, the cold blade of the Baizhan Sword was placed on his neck.

Han Yang, at some point, got on the Royal Sky Boat in mid-air.

"It seems we should have a chat..."

"me……"

In terms of realm, Liu Changchun was still above Han Yang, but at this time, he didn't even dare to move a finger.

Han Yang said coldly: "Now, let me ask you an answer. If you say a wrong word, I will go to keep the company of that white-browed old man."

White-browed old man?

Liu Changchun felt bitter in his heart and could only blink hard, not even daring to nod.

After advancing to the middle-grade spiritual treasure, the magic sword is extremely sharp and can kill him with just a few blows.

"Who are you?" Han Yang asked.

Liu Changchun did not dare to lie at all, and readily confessed his and Longevity King's identities.

This is not a secret, you can find out if you just ask around.

Han Yang frowned slightly when he heard that it was actually Zong Changyue's method.

These two couples are simply haunted.

Everyone is dead, but there are still people who want to kill him.

"Tell me, what kind of people are there in the Yang family that the stupid woman mentioned."

Han Yang asked casually.

Liu Changchun explained honestly: "The third uncle of the Yang family is a fifth-level martial king. In addition, the Yang family has eight fourth-level martial kings, thirty third-level martial kings, one hundred second-level martial kings, and first-level martial kings..."

Snapped!

The blade of the demon sword Bai Zhan slapped Liu Changchun on the face.

"You're not teasing me, are you?"

Han Yang was a little curious.

The Chu Dynasty was divided into nine states.

The entire Xuan Mansion, and even the entire Cangzhou, could not see a single King Wu, but just a Yang family suddenly had so many King Wus?

Liu Changchun was about to cry without tears, and hurriedly explained: "The martial kings of Da Chu are all in the secret realm of emperors, fighting for the title of gods... That's why you can usually see so few king realms..."

Another divine list?

Han Yang was thoughtful, thinking of the messenger from the Divine List who was killed by him outside the Divine Ruins.

He glanced at Han Yang carefully and saw that he didn't seem to have any intention of killing. Liu Changchun continued: "The Martial King of the Yang family who is now in charge of Zhongzhou Divine Capital is the third uncle, a fourth-level Martial King, and a third-level Martial King. Two people, second-level Martial King..."

"Okay, don't waste your time telling us the names of the dishes."

Han Yang patted Liu Changchun's face with the blade of the blade again, successfully making his body stiff again.

Glancing at Liu Changchun's neck, Han Yang asked, "Do you want to live or die?"

"Of course... I want to live."

Liu Changchun hurriedly forced out a smile.

Han Yang pointed to the head of the longevity king below and said: "Take this head, go back to the Yang family, and tell that bullshit third uncle not to mess with me. If I see half of the Yang family dare to appear in front of me, Then go to the divine capital of Zhongzhou and destroy the entire Yang family."

Liu Changchun's two legs trembled and he almost collapsed to the ground.

This is clearly a declaration of war.

With the dominance of the third uncle of the Yang family, the Golden Sword King Yang Lingyun, how could he swallow his anger? He would definitely send people to continue the pursuit, and he might even do it himself.

He didn't believe that Han Yang didn't understand this.

This guy is clearly deliberately provoking the Yang family.

"Understood? Get out of here."

Jumping off the Royal Sky Boat, Han Yang took off his Najie when he passed by the King of Longevity.

Liu Changchun did not dare to stay long, so he ran away with the body of King Longevity.

"Master, you are simply amazing. My admiration for you is like the roar of a river... Ouch!"

As soon as Ji Xiangtian came up to him with a shy face, Han Yang jumped away.

"Find some healing medicine for yourself. There will be a big battle ahead. You must improve your strength as soon as possible."

Han Yang casually threw the longevity king's Najie to Ji Xiangtian.

The sad expression on Ji Xiangtian's face disappeared in an instant. She was so surprised that she held the ring in her arms and held it tightly.

This is a second-level Martial King, and the entire property of the Longevity King.

"Wait... Master, you did it on purpose, right? It must be on purpose... Wuwuwu..."

After the excitement, the auspicious genius sadly discovered that he was still at the ninth level of the Yuan Dan. Without the power of the soul, he could not activate the Najie at all.

It’s just like holding a golden rice bowl and begging for food...

Now she felt like a silly dog ​​with a pole tied to her back and a piece of fat hanging from the pole, and could only keep running and drooling.

"How's your injury?"

Ignoring the coquettish Ji Xiangtian, Han Yang looked at Li Xuanyu.

Li Xuanyu took a deep breath in front of Han Yang and said with a heroic smile: "The technique you taught me is pretty good. Coupled with my ice drunkenness, I can recover in ten days, um, half a month at most... "

Finally I can drink openly and confidently.

Cool.

To the Jiujianxian, it doesn't matter whether he is injured or not, the most enjoyable thing is being able to drink heavily.

"..."

Han Yang, who curled his lips, turned around and entered the mausoleum to guard the medicine field.

This stupid woman... can drink herself to death.

…

The desolate realm, the desolate temple.

Many divine envoys wearing divine robes were busy with various matters.

On the surface, the Wild Land is ruled by inaction, but secretly it has a huge intelligence organization that monitors everything in the entire Wild Land.

Without this kind of all-encompassing surveillance, the wilderness would have become a war-torn place.

Many warriors who had the potential to undermine the Barbarian Rule were dealt with by the Barbarian Temple and the Barbarian Temple.

In the Desolate Temple of the Tianhuang Territory, there is one palace master, two deputy palace masters, four kings and generals, and ten war generals.

Except for the general, the other seven are all king-level!

The ruling power of Tianhuang Realm is concentrated in the hands of these seven people.

At this time, General Dahei, one of the four great generals, rushed to the main hall of the Desolate Temple with ten life talismans in hand.

This is the place where the master of the palace retreats.

This nominal ruler of the Tianhuang Realm has almost no interest in worldly affairs and does not care about the affairs of the Tianhuang Realm at all. He retreats in a secret room every day.

The two deputy palace masters are the ones who truly control the situation in the Tianhuang Territory.

But this time the situation is urgent, and the Black King will have to alert the palace master who is in retreat.

"Please inform me that I have something important to do and I want to see the Lord of the Palace!"

In the main hall, the Great Black King looked gloomy and spoke solemnly to an old man in black robes.

The old man was the servant of the palace master. When he saw the black king general's face turned ugly, he had to turn around and enter the secret room to report back.

After a while, the old man invited him in.

In the secret room, the master of the Heavenly Desolate Domain and the Master of the Desolate Temple sat cross-legged, his entire body hidden in the darkness, with only a few strands of hair scattered on his chest exposed.

Every time she breathed, the entire space in the secret room seemed to tremble.

Before he even got close, the Great Black King could feel the heavy pressure that was suffocating him.

The master of the palace is a third-level martial king who has perfected the three souls.

There is only one step left before you can transcend the mundane world and begin to condense the seven souls.

"Reporting to the Lord of the Palace, the fate talisman was shattered in the Ten Battles... We just received information that they fell into the secret realm of the Jiang family's bones. They are suspected to have died at the hands of Demon Sword Master Han Yang and his men."

Even when he heard that the Ten Wars had shattered his life talisman and died, there was still no reaction in the darkness.

Only after the words Demon Sword Master Han Yang appeared, two rays of light burst out in the darkness, and the stabbed Black King hurriedly lowered his head.

That was the strange light emanating from the palace master's eyes.