Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Han Yang's attitude was even more domineering.

But Moshaluo has lost his previous arrogance.

Undoubtedly, Han Yang's explosive strength has gained her approval.

At least he is an opponent of comparable strength. Such words cannot be considered as humiliation.

She nodded indifferently and said: "If you defeat me, I will be your slave. If you are defeated by me, you will become the spirit of the magic weapon refined by me!"

Hell demons are so simple and crude.

"I swear by the alliance between hell and heaven!"

A black light was released from the center of Han Yang's eyebrows, shooting straight into the sky and connecting to the heavenly path in the hell world.

Moshaluo narrowed his eyes slightly and said the same: "I swear by the alliance between hell and heaven!"

Two black lights entangled together and rushed towards the void.

After a long time, a voice sounded in the void.

boom!

Two rays of lightning fell from the sky and landed on the eyebrows of Han Yang and Moshaluo respectively, forming two thunder and lightning marks on their eyebrows.

Moshaluo's expression finally changed a little: "You can actually attract the oath of heaven. What kind of existence are you?"

In the hell world, not everyone can make a contract with the Heavenly Dao Oath.

Even if they are pure-blooded demons, only those direct descendants of the prison lord who are favored by heaven and earth can do this.

Moshaluo was only the direct descendant of the lord, and had not yet reached the level of attracting the oath of heaven.

So it is obvious that this Tiandao Alliance came because of Han Yang.

"Is it important?"

Han Yang's expression remained indifferent.

Moshaluo was slightly startled at first, then laughed and said, "It's really not important."

If Han Yang wins, she will become Han Yang's slave, and it is useless to know this secret.

If she wins, Han Yang will be refined into a magical weapon spirit, and all the secrets will be revealed!

There is no point in wasting your words now.

"Devil's power, Black Feather!"

The next moment, Moshaluo performed one of the top tricks of the Demon Wing clan.

The wings on the back change from purple to black.

Black is the most noble color in hell.

It is also the color that belongs to the direct lineage of the prison lord.

The lord's direct descendant, the pure blood of Demon Wing, can temporarily upgrade his status to the Black Wing level.

The combat effectiveness is doubled!

At this time, Moshara almost possesses a combat power comparable to that of a peak demigod.

"kill!"

Divine feather transformed into a blade!

Moshaluo held two swords, thousands of divine feathers trembling behind his back, and strangled Han Yang with the most powerful posture.

Just when she launched her strongest attack, she was stunned, and she saw a smile on Han Yang's face.

This human warrior possessed by the true spirit of hell is actually smiling?

Before Moshara realized what happened, he felt the void around him suddenly freeze.

"Calming spell!"

Han Yang pointed his finger forward, and an unparalleled power of rules descended.

Moshaluo, who was in his peak state, was instantly nailed to the void and unable to move.

Zheng!

The sword screamed and trembled.

A shallow slash mark was left on Moshaluo's neck, and the two figures passed each other.

Like a frightened kitten, the wings on Moshara's back instantly stood up.

The terrifying divine power enveloped the whole body.

A pure-blooded demon is worthy of being favored by the entire plane in hell.

Han Yang's calming spell, which could immobilize peak demigods, only immobilized her for a moment.

However, for demigod masters, this time is enough.

Moshaluo could clearly feel the purple blood flowing down his neck.

She dazedly touched the knife marks left by Han Yang, her eyes frightened.

Click!

Thunder descended from the void and struck the thunder mark between Moshaluo's eyebrows.

All her doubts were sealed away.

There is no doubt that Tiandao recognized Han Yang's victory.

Moshara is defeated and the contract is fulfilled.

She became Han Yang's slave.

The slave loses the right to ask questions to his master.

She could only bury all her doubts in her heart.

"Masha Luo, I have met the master!"

Prone on the ground, she bowed to Han Yang.

Han Yang also breathed a sigh of relief.

With his current level, he is still a little reluctant to deal with a demigod at the pinnacle of the hell realm.

Fortunately, Moshara is not a true peak demigod.

The Concentrating Mantra caught him by surprise, and only then did he have a chance to defeat him.

If it were a true peak demigod master, Han Yang might not be able to win him so smoothly.

"come over."

Han Yang ordered.

Moshaluo crawled to Han Yang's side on all fours.

This is the horror of the Heavenly Oath.

After becoming Han Yang's slave, she will have no dignity at all in front of her master.

Han Yang was not polite and directly probed his spiritual consciousness into the sea of ​​consciousness of Moshara.

The latter obediently let go of all restraints and allowed Han Yang to explore.

The holy body of heaven moves.

Han Yang nodded and withdrew his consciousness. He had figured out Moshaluo's physical condition and secret skills.

"I will teach you a set of techniques to help you reach the peak of demigods as soon as possible."

Moshara's current state was not enough to protect Han Yang.

Han Yang wants to make her stronger.

"Thank you Master for the gift!"

The eyes of Moshaluo flashed with incredible ecstasy.

The skills taught by Han Yang far surpassed the level of the hell world and should be peerless magic skills that directly reach the god world.

Even if she only reaches the first chapter, she can become a peak demigod.

After getting Han Yang's permission, she slowly stood up and handed the teleportation array plate in the ring to Han Yang.

"Do you know about the massacre?"

Han Yang asked casually.

Moshaluo respectfully replied: "I know this, Lord Dongshan is a pure blood of the Demonic Clan, and he is the world's enemy of our Demonic Wings!"

The Demon Wings are one of the fastest races among the demons in Hell.

The Demonic Clan, who control thunder, are also good at speed. Therefore, the two families are constantly fighting. In order to compete for the reputation of being the fastest, there are often casualties between them.

"The Lord Dongshan who presides over the mass slaughtering meeting is actually from the Demonic Clan?"

Han Yang frowned slightly.

His current shortcoming is speed.

In terms of destructive power, with the blessing of the Divine Presence Curse, it can at least have combat power comparable to the peak demigod level.

But if he meets a peak demigod who is good at speed, his weaknesses will be exposed.

No matter how destructive it is, what can you do if you can't attack your opponent?

Not to mention, as a Hell Lord, his strength is definitely not as simple as that of an ordinary demigod.

"It seems that I still need to continue to improve my strength..."

The three thousand hellfires that connect to the heaven still need to be used as a portal and cannot be refined now.

Otherwise, there is no way to return to heaven.

Therefore, if you want to improve your strength, you can only look for other hell fires!

After pondering for a moment, Han Yang asked Moshaluo about the strange fire in the hell world.

"Master, hell fires are mostly born in remote places. There are no hell fires in the realm of slaves."

Moshaluo felt that he had failed his master and was a little panicked.

Han Yang can understand.

Pure-blooded demons will basically not participate in invading other worlds.

This kind of dirty work is usually done by collateral demons and middle- and lower-level demons.

They just have to sit back and wait for the benefits.

Therefore, for a pure-blooded demon, three thousand hellfires are not worth mentioning.

"I need to go to the Human Massacre Convention. You can find a way to ask if there is any hell fire on the path to the Human Massacre Convention!"

Regarding the slaves contracted by Heaven, Han Yang directly stated his purpose without beating around the bush.

Moshaluo hurriedly accepted the order respectfully, took out the sound transmission talisman, and began to contact other pure-blood demigods.

Han Yang slowly opened the teleportation array.

Buzz!

A flash of light flashed.

Han Yang and Moshaluo have disappeared without a trace.