Zhenjun Ningque, who was still arrogant in front of Han Yang before, was instantly frightened and turned pale.

Because she knew very well that seeking pleasure with the Holy Son was no joke.

With the ruthless character of the Holy Son, he would definitely be able to do something like that.

Zhenjun Ningqiao never thought that what Han Yang said before actually had such a meaning.

I had known this...

"Ha, hahahaha..."

The Holy Son of Xunhuan smiled and brushed his fingers on the cheek of True Monarch Ningque: "Look at how frightened you are, how can I be willing to kill you..."

The negative bird master forcefully forced out a smile.

But my heart was already extremely cold.

The fingers of the Holy Son of Joy were like two cold poisonous snakes, scratching across her skin, making her cheek muscles completely stiff.

"Let's go with this holy son to meet the fortune-teller..."

Saint Son Xunhuan had a smile on his face, but there was undisguised depression in his eyes.

If the other party was just a talker and wasted his precious time, then he would definitely make Han Yang's death miserable.

With their arms around True Lord Negative Bird and True Lord Fanxing, the three of them walked towards the tent.

At this time, only Liao Yuer was left in front of the tent.

Other warriors did not dare to approach the moody and joy-seeking Holy Son, and hid as far away as possible.

When he walked in front of Liao Yue'er, Saint Son Xunhuan glanced at her indifferently, and then raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"Interesting, he actually has a talent at the level of a contemporary myth..."

After realizing Liao Yue'er's talent, Holy Son Xun Huan became more and more interested in the so-called fortune teller.

Uh-huh!

True Monarch Ling Que diligently opened the curtain, and a group of three people entered the tent.

Han Yang was still sitting cross-legged on the futon, as if he hadn't moved.

But at this time, the way Master Negatou looked at Han Yang was different from before.

Because Han Yang's few words could indeed make her die without a burial place. Now, she could only hope that Han Yang was a silver pewter spearhead with an empty appearance.

Otherwise, I am afraid that I will end up in a terrible situation.

Pushing True Lord Negative Bird and True Lord Fanxing away, Holy Son Xunhuan lazily sat on the futon.

"Tell me, you, the so-called fortune-teller, how do you poke your life..."

On the surface, he looked carefree, but after just one glance at Han Yang, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Can't see through.

Not only can't you see through the opponent's cultivation, but you can't see through the opponent's talent as well.

It’s really incredible.

Huanxi Shengzong has always been famous for knowing people.

It is often possible to incorporate the current myths into the sect and cultivate them into a furnace before they show their talents in cultivating the three realms.

But at this time, with the unique secret technique of Huanxi Holy Sect, he could not see through Han Yang in front of him.

Han Yang said calmly: "The so-called stabbing of fate, to you, is just a matter of mortals cutting off the future and demigods cutting off the path of gods. It is useless to say more."

Mortals cut off the future, demigods cut off the path of gods.

Even the Tianji Holy Sect would not dare to boast so highly of Haikou.

The Holy Son of Joy continued to stare at Han Yang with a half-smile, and asked, "Tell me, am I a mortal or a demigod?"

He is now a ninth-level true king who has cultivated the three realms, and is among the mortals.

He will become a demigod in the future.

The purpose of asking like this is to test Han Yang's quality.

Han Yang glanced at the Holy Son of Xunhuan and said calmly: "If you succeed, you will become a god. If you fail, you will disappear into ashes."

"Ah……"

The Happy Saint Son smiled.

I thought he had some ability, but I didn't expect that he was just a charlatan.

How dare you make such vague assertions in front of yourself?

Just when Saint Son Xunhuan had a murderous intention in his heart, and Lord Lingqiao was relieved, Han Yang spoke again: "Pay attention to Shenzhou, and you will fail. If you go to Shenzu, you will succeed."

boom!

The two girls, True Lord Negative Que and True Lord Fanxing, had no reaction when they heard this.

In their opinion, this sentence is the same as the previous one, they are all ambiguous nonsense.

But in the ears of Saint Son Xunhuan, it exploded like thunder.

Because, he is actually... a divine descendant.

As soon as Han Yang finished speaking, he even subconsciously touched the center of his eyebrows.

I almost thought that I accidentally released the divine list deep between my eyebrows, and someone saw the flaw.

After he stabilized his mind, the look in his eyes when he looked at Han Yang was completely different.

Are they just talking nonsense, or are they really capable of deciding fate and calculating the future?

"In the ancient battlefield of gods, there is indeed a chance to become a god, but what does this mean to you..."

The Holy Son of Xunhuan is ready to test him again.

At this moment, Han Yang flicked his finger.

clang!

A golden bowl in front of him suddenly made the sound of gold and iron.

The sound rippled through the tent like water waves, and was blocked by the formation engraved on the tent.

It stirred back and forth, endlessly.

The two girls, True Lord Negative Bird and True Lord Fanxing, could only hear the buzzing sound in their ears and could not feel anything strange.

Only when this sound fell into the ears of Saint Xunhuan, it made him tremble like a bell.

His bottleneck, which had been almost stagnant for hundreds of years, started to show signs of loosening.

Saint Son Xunhuan vaguely realized that as long as he practiced in seclusion for hundreds of years, he could ignite the divine fire and become a demigod.

Or, if he continues to be immersed in this wonderful sound, at most, he can become a god instantly with just a stick of incense.

mysterious.

magic.

It's incredible.

Buzz!

However, the next moment, the excitement quickly disappeared.

The wonderful feeling like enlightenment also quickly dissipated.

The Holy Son of Xunhuan could not calm down for a long time.

After several breaths passed, he looked at Han Yang in despair.

At this moment, the first thought in his mind was to take action immediately, capture the man in front of him, and bring him back to the Holy Sect of Joy.

If he is accompanied by this person and assisted day and night by the sound of such a wonderful golden bowl, he can not only become a demigod, but even a god, which is not an unattainable luxury.

But soon, the Holy Son of Joy suppressed the greed that arose deep in his heart.

Can you enlighten a demigod with a snap of your fingers?

This person has such an ability, and he displays it unscrupulously in front of him. Could he not leave any backup plan?

If he were to capture him now, what awaited him would not be an unprecedented opportunity, but... death.

"Junior Lu Haoqiu has met the master!"

After thinking about this clearly, Holy Son Xunhuan stood up and saluted, and even took the initiative to announce his real name.

Zhenjun Ningqiao didn't know why Saint Son Xunhuan suddenly did this.

Seeing that the always unruly Saint Son of Pleasure regarded himself as a junior and even announced his name, her face instantly turned pale with fright.

Master!

This fortune teller is really a master!

Han Yang said calmly: "This is the opportunity you deserve, I just advanced it some time."

With the talent of the Holy Son of Xunhuan, even without Han Yang's enlightenment with the voice of heaven, he can still ignite the divine fire and become a demigod by relying on his own abilities.

Han Yang just advanced this time by thousands of years.

Saint Son Xunhuan didn’t think so.

For a demigod, thousands of years are enough to change a lot.

Becoming a demigod within a thousand years and becoming a demigod after ten thousand years will give him a completely different future on the path to godhood.

It can even be said that Han Yang's enlightenment increased his chances of becoming a god by at least 20%.

How could he not be in awe?

"I wonder...does this junior have any place to serve the master?"

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

The Son of Joy who saves others by himself will not feel that Han Yang is releasing kindness for no reason and is willing to help him become a demigod.

Han Yang's indifferent face finally showed a lively expression.

Children can be taught.

"You have the cause and effect of fate with me..."

Han Yang looked like a divine fortune-teller and continued to talk.

Saint Son Xunhuan was puzzled at first, but then suddenly understood.

Did this fortune teller realize that he was born with a genius and wanted to follow him to help him?

This is great.

It's really a dream come true.