Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

If the true spirit of hell does not break away from the true spirit pillar, it will basically be immortal.

Even after being beheaded, he can still be reborn in the True Spirit Pillar.

Even demigods have nothing to do with the true spirit.

It cannot be killed, let alone refined.

But if the true spirit leaves the true spirit pillar too far, it will be extremely dangerous.

Without the protection of the true spirit pillar, the hell true spirit may be forcibly refined at any time.

But the true spirit of hell has spiritual intelligence and is not a fool who acts recklessly.

Once it senses something is wrong, it will immediately self-destruct and return to the True Spirit Pillar.

Therefore, even in the entire hell world, there are very few people who can refine the true spirit of hell.

And every magic weapon that refines the true spirit of hell into a weapon spirit is worth a lot of money.

This time the Demon Wing clan was alarmed. In addition to wanting to start bloodline revenge, a more important reason was to capture this true spirit of hell!

The woman's name is Moshara, and she is one of the pure-blooded demigods of the Demon Wing clan.

She defeated many competitors before she was qualified to compete for Han Yang. She traveled thousands of miles to come from the Zhenluo Domain, one of the nine core domains of the Demon Wing Clan.

At this time, outside the Demon City, feeling the breath of the true spirit of hell, Mosha Luo couldn't stop smiling on his face.

She was about to step into Castlevania.

"Wait... something seems wrong... is this... the breath of a demigod after his death?"

Just as she was about to enter the city, she suddenly felt the traces of the remnants of the demigod's divine fire.

Logically speaking, Lu Zhan has been dead for many days and has been resurrected from the altar, so there will never be any residue of the divine fire left.

Unless a new demigod has been killed recently.

"..."

Moshaluo released his divine consciousness and enveloped the entire Castlevania.

For a demigod, there is not much difficulty.

As her consciousness swept across the city, her expression changed slightly.

I didn't sense the aura of the Demon Guard General.

"This true spirit of hell also killed the Demon Guard General?"

Moshaluo looked a little strange.

The Demon Guard General is of the Prison Lord lineage.

Although he was not a direct descendant of the prison lord, he was still in a high position of authority.

Ordinary bloodline revenge will basically not provoke people like the Demon Guard General.

Is this hell spirit crazy?

The other party's wanton behavior made Moshaluo feel a little uneasy.

At this moment, a cold voice sounded.

"Since our friends from the Demon Wing Clan are here, why not come and talk to us?"

Apparently, her behavior of spying on Castlevania with her spiritual consciousness was noticed by the True Spirit of Hell.

Moshaluo's eyes were slightly cold, his figure was shaking, and he suddenly appeared in the city lord's mansion.

In the main hall of the city lord's palace.

Han Yang sat lazily on the main seat.

Below, two deputy generals were diligently reporting the latest information about the Children of Hell.

Seeing Moshara appear, the two of them hurriedly silenced themselves and stood aside shivering.

Only one demigod came?

Han Yang raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

The Demon Wing clan is really proud.

Even though he clearly killed a demigod like Lu Zhan, the Demon Wing clan only sent a demigod here.

"Are you...possessed in a human body?"

Demons are indeed pure-blooded demons, and their knowledge is far richer than that of the collateral demons who live in a corner.

Han Yang's "truth" can be seen through at a glance.

She also became slightly wary.

When something goes wrong, there must be a monster!

Logically speaking, after the true spirit of hell possesses the human race, not only will it temporarily lose many of the true spirit's unique methods, but its strength will be greatly reduced.

Walking in the hell world in this way is equivalent to wrapping yourself into a gift and delivering it to many hungry wolves.

Even the stupidest hell spirit would not act like this.

The unusual scene immediately made Moshaluo vigilant.

Han Yang glanced at her indifferently and said, "How about we make a deal? Give me the teleportation disk in your hand, and I will teach you the techniques that can make you a peak demigod."

"You want to teach me the skills?"

Moshaluo, who was originally very wary, had a flash of disdain in his eyes after hearing these words.

She smiled evilly and said, "Then let me weigh you first!"

How proud a pure-blooded devil is.

In their eyes, the true spirit of hell is just a special weapon spirit used to refine magic weapons.

Human beings are even worse than pigs and dogs.

Now, a human warrior who was controlled by the true spirit of hell actually talked about teaching his skills from a high position, which completely angered her.

Phew!

As Moshara erupted with a sharp scream, the two purple wings behind her fired out streaks of divine light.

The power of magic wings, Hundred Feather Strike!

The feathers condensed with divine fire and divinity turned into sharp arrows and shot towards Han Yang.

If it were in the heaven, no demigod would be willing to use divine power to attack easily.

Refining divinity is not easy, and no one dares to waste it like this.

But the pure-blooded demons in the hell world are superior and have almost monopolized all resources.

A collateral demon can only go so far as to become a demigod.

As for low-level demons, they are not even qualified to become demigods.

Not to mention competing for resources with pure-blooded demons.

Under the accumulation of many materials, pure-blooded demons in the hell world do not care about the consumption of divinity at all.

The first move is a divine attack that combines divine fire and divinity.

Facing the demonic feathers shooting from the sky and the earth, Han Yang sat on the main seat without moving at all, just pointing his finger forward.

Buzz!

Ten third-order worms led all the second-order and first-order worms into a giant black hand, blocking Han Yang.

Puff, puff, puff, puff!

Nearly a hundred divine feathers collided with the worm and were devoured by the worm crazily.

In less than an instant, dozens of them disappeared.

Moshaluo's eyes narrowed slightly, and a divine light shone in his hand.

"The divine feather transforms into a blade!"

Behind the magic wings, hundreds of divine feathers condensed into a long sword of light feathers.

cut!

Moshaluo's figure suddenly disappeared, turning into a stream of light and slashing towards Han Yang.

The speed talent of this family has been brought into full play.

Even the worms couldn't keep up with her speed.

Seeing that the blade was about to cut off Han Yang's head.

At this moment, a fourth-order worm suddenly appeared.

clang!

Guangyu's long sword slashed at the fourth-order worm, making a sound of metal and iron, but it could not advance even an inch.

Crash.

The wings behind Moshara vibrated again, and hundreds more divine feathers emerged.

The power of magic wings, Thousand Feather Strike!

The divine feathers swept down towards Han Yang like a violent storm.

Zheng!

The sound of the sword echoed through the void.

Under the blessing of the Divine Presence Curse, Han Yang slashed out with one strike.

The Four Symbols Curse Seal Knife, the Suzaku Dance!

The most comprehensive move among the Four Symbols Cursed Seal Knife, it was the most gorgeous attack of the Demon Wing clan.

Endless sword light, against the divine power Qianyu!

Dang, Dang, Dang, Dang!

The sounds of gold and iron clashing come and go.

Every impact exploded with a terrifying shock wave.

The defensive formation of the City Lord's Mansion was torn apart again.

Those two unlucky lieutenants accidentally turned into dust in the aftermath of the divine power before they even had time to scream.

The city lord's mansion suddenly collapsed.

Shockwaves raged wildly in Castlevania.

When the sword light falls, the divine feather disappears.

Half of the Castlevania has been reduced to ruins.

Moshaluo shook his wings and stood in the void, looking at Han Yang with cold eyes.

"Who are you exactly?"

She vaguely noticed that Han Yang's attack method was completely biased toward humans, and he did not use the attack methods of the true spirits of hell at all.

What’s even weirder is that the true spirit of hell possessing humans cannot be so powerful.

It's so strong that it's too spectral.

She couldn't see through the mysterious true spirit of hell in front of her at all.

Han Yang also stood opposite the void and said indifferently: "I need a follower. Maybe you can follow me for half a year..."

From what he said, it was clear that he was treating the noble pure-blooded demon Moshara as a slave.