Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

From this point of view, the being behind the scheme should be the so-called Haotian God.

It really takes no effort at all.

After listening to the words of the Imperial Master, Han Yang simply stopped looking around and just waited for the arrival of the so-called temple messenger.

please!

The imperial master made an invitation gesture and invited Han Yang to visit the capital of the Yuan and Song Dynasties.

The imperial palace of Yuan and Song dynasties.

The emperor was shocked when he saw that the imperial master actually led the demon monk to the palace.

Come here, escort me!

The royal guards and generals in the palace rose into the air and headed towards Han Yang and the imperial master.

The Imperial Preceptor stepped forward to stop them and explained: It was a misunderstanding. Please let me explain to His Majesty the Emperor...

It's okay that he didn't speak, but when he spoke, all the generals looked like they'd seen a ghost.

The national preceptor is a monk who serves the God Haotian, and he always calls himself a poor monk.

Now I have only met the demon monk once, and even the title has changed.

This is...

The implications are chilling.

The Imperial Master has been bewitched by the demon monk...

Stop them!

Several Martial Ancestor-level warriors waved their weapons and surrounded Han Yang and the Imperial Master.

The Imperial Master obviously did not expect that the word I would actually trigger a war, and it was already too late to stop it.

At this moment, Han Yang took a step forward and shouted softly: Deification!

Buzz!

The deified realm spread out in all directions, enveloping the warriors who rushed forward.

In the realm of the Martial Ancestor, the laws have not yet been integrated into the body and condensed into a holy body. Facing the overbearing deified magical power, there is no resistance.

Several generals only felt their bodies shake, and their control over the laws disappeared instantly.

They suddenly became as weak as mortals.

Plop.

Plop.

Just like dumplings being dropped, a large number of people dropped from mid-air to the ground, causing

Within the palace.

The emperors of Yuan and Song Dynasty looked ashen.

The ability revealed by the demon monk is really weird.

So many peak warriors guarding the capital rushed forward, but they all fell down without even a chance to take action?

What level of cultivation has he reached?

Evil-Breaking Crossbow, quickly use the Evil-Breaking Crossbow to shoot down the demon monk.

A military commander below woke up and roared loudly.

The Evil-Breaking Crossbow, the most powerful siege weapon, can kill even high-level Martial Ancestors.

boom!

boom!

Bang bang...

With loud noises, thousands of feather arrows shot towards Han Yang like a violent storm.

Even the National Preceptor was enveloped in it.

Obviously, everyone now feels that the national master has been bewitched by the demon monk and betrayed God Haotian.

In this case, let’s kill the demons together.

As countless feather arrows were fired at him, the Imperial Master's expression became calmer.

Perhaps, death is a kind of relief.

He had no intention of resisting.

But at the critical moment, Han Yang took another step forward and clenched his hand hard.

Supernatural power, Yuan magnetism.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, and the white magnetic light illuminated the sky above the capitals of the Yuan and Song Dynasties.

The terrifying power of the magnetic explosion made everyone's eardrums buzz and they fell to the ground.

Even high-level warriors feel that their chests are tight and they can hardly breathe.

Those evil-busting crossbows that could kill the Martial Ancestor melted quickly like scrap iron into molten steel, and eventually disappeared without a trace.

When the light of Yuanci dissipated, the figures of Han Yang and the Imperial Master still stood in the void.

All the faces of the Yuan and Song Dynasties were earth-colored.

Musha.

arms.

They are all useless in front of the demon monk, they have no other means.

One can only watch the demon monk approaching step by step under the guidance of the national master.

Master, you have been possessed by a demon, why don't you wake up?

The emperor hurriedly shouted at the Imperial Preceptor, trying to wake up the Imperial Preceptor who had been bewitched.

The Imperial Master looked complicated and asked Han Yang: Can... let His Majesty the Emperor also know the truth of the matter? In this way, it may save a lot of trouble.

Han Yang looked at the Imperial Master with a half-smile, and asked calmly: Are you sure you want him to know?

The Imperial Master opened his mouth and hesitated to speak, but in the end he could not utter a single word.

This kind of truth is too shocking.

You know, it's definitely torture.

How can ordinary people endure the collapse of their lifelong faith?

Seeing this, Han Yang didn't say much, just a few words.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword sounded from between his fingers.

Supernatural power, the voice of heaven.

All the warriors felt a buzzing in their ears, their souls were trembling, and they couldn't help themselves.

The higher the realm, the less control one has over one's body.

Ordinary people can still move around normally, but high-level warriors above the Wuzong realm are nailed to the spot like wax statues.

The palace, filled with masters, became like a dead zone, with immobilized warriors standing everywhere.

But there was no sound at all.

Han Yang stepped forward and sat on the throne next to the Emperor of Yuan and Song.

When the Imperial Master saw this scene, he couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.

This external evil spirit is really overbearing and boundless.

Secular imperial power, the imperial throne symbolizing dominance, is just like an ordinary chair, not worth mentioning.

Han Yang didn't pay attention to the complicated expression on the Imperial Master's face, and said calmly: There should be a lot of treasures in the palace. You go and pick some magical treasures, or treasures that even you can't see through, and bring them all over.

The Imperial Master vaguely understood what Han Yang meant.

He glanced at the Emperor of the Yuan and Song dynasties, who was glaring angrily but unable to move like a wax puppet, and asked in a solemn voice: Can your Majesty be released? He is more familiar with the palace treasures than I am.

Han Yang didn't refuse and snapped his fingers.

Escort me, protect me quickly...

The emperor retreated hastily, shouting as he did so.

After he finished shouting, he discovered that except for him, Han Yang, and the imperial master, no one could move around in the entire palace.

Everything seemed frozen in amber.

If those people who stood there were not still breathing, he almost thought that the palace had become a dead city.

You... bold demon monk, what exactly do you want...

The emperor was sweating profusely and his voice was trembling.

The four major temples never interfere in the rule of the mortal world.

To a certain extent, he is the supreme being in the East.

But at this time, the power he relied on was as ridiculous as a child playing house in front of the old monk opposite.

Han Yang is like a god descending into the world.

Wherever it passes, everyone should bow their heads.

No no no.

He is a demon monk.

It's evil.

It is the enemy that Haotian God wants to suppress.

The emperor roared in his heart.

The imperial master grabbed the emperor of Yuan and Song Dynasty and whispered in his ear.

Palace treasure?

The emperors of Yuan and Song Dynasty were stunned on the spot.

Just now, he regarded Han Yang as a god who had descended into the world.

But in the blink of an eye, this god... is actually so interested in mortal treasures?

It's simply...ridiculous.

After a moment, the emperor suddenly said: Master, you... weren't you bewitched by him?

The Imperial Master sighed and said: It's a long story. I was not deceived by him. One day, Your Majesty, you will know the truth. However, by then, Your Majesty may wish that you never know...

The imperial master's words were so confusing that the emperor didn't understand them at all.

But he also understood that with the magical power of the demon monk, he could destroy the entire Yuan and Song dynasties in a snap of his fingers.

Even if you don't want to surrender, you can only obey orders.

National Master, you... are seeking your own death! When the temple messenger arrives, both you and the demon monk will fall into the Nine Nether Hells.

Maybe. Hey.

Under the pull of the imperial master, the emperor had no choice but to go to the palace treasury to look for the treasure.

Han Yang sat alone on the throne, feeling the world.

In this world, not only humans are a fantasy, but even the buildings are not real objects.

Everything is between illusion and reality.

If there is a relic on this level, it will definitely be more powerful than the one on the third level.

The more he observes the world here, the more hopeful Han Yang becomes about this promotion...