Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"Zhan Or, let's go and take a look together. This idiot under your command may be able to give us a little surprise..."

Mo Dieyun stood up suddenly.

Zhan Or, who was kneeling on the ground, was relieved and complimented: "It's an honor to be able to catch Mr. Die's eyes..."

Mo Dieyun didn't bother to pay attention and walked away directly.

The other demigod looked at Zhan Or with envy.

Even though Mo Dieyun had been humiliated and ravaged by Mo Ling Yun before, every demigod present knew very well that His Highness Mo Ling Yun actually valued him very much.

If another devil had made such a mistake, it would not be as simple as ravaging and humiliating him, and he might have been executed.

Mo Dieyun is still alive now, which is the best proof.

Zhan or this guy can actually get in touch with Mo Dieyun this time, and his future is limitless.

Zhan or stood up from the ground as if no one else was watching, not feeling the humiliation of kneeling down before a ninth-level true king as a majestic demigod.

Instead, he looked triumphant.

Mo Dieyun is a pure-blooded demon, he is just a sideline.

Even as a demigod, being able to have this relationship would definitely make all the other demons envious.

You can tell by looking at the eyes of those people.

Everyone wants to replace them.

"Still not keeping up!"

Zhan Orhu scolded him in a pretentious manner, and hurriedly followed Mo Dieyun towards the secret realm where the land reclamation group under his command was located.

Behind Mo Dieyun, there were two demigods and eighteen ninth-level true kings guarding him, looking majestic.

Walking on the streets of the Lord's Domain, no one dared to mess with him.

When other demons saw Mo Dieyu's horn that symbolized the pure blood of the Demon Horn clan, they all gave way.

A group of people quickly arrived at the location of the land reclamation group.

There was silence.

The entire courtyard is like a ghost house, without any life.

If it were other demons, they might be more careful, but Mo Dieyun didn't care at all.

He kicked open the courtyard door and stepped directly in.

Danger?

does not exist!

Even in the domain of lords where there are so many strong men, a true king like him with two demigod bodyguards by his side is absolutely rare.

Only the sons of Lord Dongshan can compare with him.

As long as he wasn't unlucky enough to meet those people, he wouldn't be weak against other demons!

"Master, be careful..."

Zhan seemed to have noticed something, and subconsciously protected Mo Dieyun behind him.

But he was kicked away by Mo Dieyun.

"Go away! Could it be that I will still encounter danger in Dongshan Territory?"

Mo Dieyun came to the secret realm in the courtyard with big steps.

Seven or eight corpses were strewn across the entrance to the secret realm.

There are even ninth-level true kings among them.

The eighteen True Lord guards under Mo Dieyun immediately formed a vigilant formation to protect him in the middle.

Unexpectedly, Mo Dieyun didn't appreciate it at all.

He pushed one of the True Lord's guards away and carefully examined the body on the ground.

"Killed in one blow? Hahaha, there is indeed something wrong with that hell spirit. Don't let him escape, otherwise I will be disappointed this time..."

In the past, he might have been more cautious and would not easily provoke this true spirit of hell who was obviously of extraordinary origin.

But after being humiliated by the demon spirit, he was filled with anger and just wanted to find a place to vent his anger. How could he care about this?

After realizing that the true spirit of hell was indeed here, he immediately rushed towards the secret realm.

This time Zhan may not be able to follow Mo Dieyun's temper.

Although Mo Dieyun was only a concubine, he was also a direct descendant of the lord.

If there is really something wrong, these guards will be buried with him.

Zhan or calmly rushed to the front and was the first to step into the secret realm.

As soon as he entered, he saw the corpses of the guys from his wasteland reclamation group strewn across the field, all dead.

A human demigod, sitting majestically in the core of the secret realm, practicing cross-legged.

Next to the human demigod, there was a true spirit of hell dressed in white, who seemed to be playing with something.

There were two black beetles jumping back and forth on his fingertips.

"No! Master, retreat quickly!"

After sensing the dangerous aura of the human demigod, Zhan Or's expression suddenly changed and he hurriedly retreated.

The intention is to prevent Mo Dieyun from entering.

Unfortunately it's still too late.

Mo Dieyun, filled with rage, couldn't wait to step into the secret realm and saw Han Yang dressed in white at a glance.

"Haha, it really took no effort at all! You actually didn't escape! Someone, help me capture this true spirit of hell!"

Mo Dieyun shouted.

Of the eighteen True Lord guards under his command, four of them immediately rushed towards Han Yang desperately.

"Stop it all!"

"Quickly retreat!"

Those stupid True Lord guards were not aware of the power of human demigods, but Zhan Or and another demigod guard only felt numb.

Peak demigod!

And he is a peak demigod at the peerless demigod level!

The strength of human demigods is extremely terrifying.

Even if they are suppressed by the heaven in the hell world, they are definitely not something they can resist.

While the four True Lord guards rushed towards Han Yang.

Zhan Or and another demigod guard quickly pulled Mo Dieyun, who was confused about the situation, back madly.

puff!

The sword light lit up.

There was blood everywhere.

Those four stupid ninth-level True Lord Demons were easily killed by Han Yang.

And Han Yang's figure disappeared in an instant.

"Take the young master away!"

Zhan He didn't have any luck anymore, so he roared at his companions, burned the divine fire himself, and rushed towards Han Yang with a brave and unafraid attitude.

He knew he was dead.

This place is the secret place where his wasteland reclamation team lives, and Mo Dieyun came because of him.

As long as Mo Dieyun was harmed in the slightest, he would definitely die.

If Mo Die falls, he may even be exterminated!

Now he only hopes that his risking his life can bring a glimmer of hope for Mo Dieyun.

"Pseudo demigod?"

Han Yang saw through Zhan You's falsehood and reality at a glance, without any fluctuation in his eyes.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded.

He didn't even use the Divine Presence Spell.

With the strength of Han Yang, the sixth-level true king of the three paths integrated into one, it was easy to kill a pseudo-demigod who was promoted by refining other people's divine fire.

puff!

Exhibition or split in two from the middle.

Han Yang continued to charge towards Mo Dieyun.

Mo Dieyun was frightened by this time.

In the hell world, there are also many amazing geniuses.

Such as the Demonic Fall.

Demon Ling Yun once killed a false demigod when he was in the True Lord Realm.

But at that time, Mo Ling Yun was already a ninth-level true king!

As for the sixth-level true king, Mo Dieyun had never heard of killing false demigods.

Although the pseudo-demigod has a pseudonym, he is despised by all pure-blooded demons in the hell world.

But he is still a demigod after all!

The sixth-level true king killed the demigod, making Mo Dieyun finally realize the existence of the true spirit of hell that he had provoked.

"You dare to kill me, I am a pure blood of the Demonic Clan..."

On the verge of death, Mo Dieyu revealed his identity.

And the other demigod next to him also killed Han Yang without fear of death.

If Mo Die dies, all the guards will be exterminated.

It was impossible for them not to give it a try.

However.

This little strength rushed in front of Han Yang, but it only blocked Han Yang for a moment.

The sword flashed past.

The second false demigod was also killed with one sword.

The hot divine blood splashed on Mo Dieyun's face, making him scream in fright.

At this time, Han Yang waved his hand.

Zhan or the divinity within the corpse of the pseudo-demigod guard separated one after another and converged towards Han Yang's hands.

Then, Han Yang pointed his finger.

These gods were like living creatures, flying towards Xiao Feng who was immersed in cultivation.