Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"No...impossible!"

The Golden Robe Master himself is also within the shadow of the gods.

When Han Yang knelt down to worship the gods, even his body involuntarily knelt down towards Han Yang.

Facing the divine power exuded by Han Yang, he had no power to resist.

Before he even realized what was happening, the god he had tried so hard to summon was already kneeling at Han Yang's feet.

The shadow of the god is thousands of feet tall.

But at this time, like a mortal worshiping a god, the huge shadow was trembling.

The golden-robed headmaster didn't understand what was happening.

He once had some understanding of the phantom of the gods he summoned.

He is the son of God from a major force in the God Realm.

The strength is far above that of ordinary gods.

Even if the leader of the descendant of gods ascends to the divine world and becomes a god, one can only look up to him.

But at this time, such a being was trembling under Han Yang's feet?

This made the Golden Robe Headmaster unable to understand.

If he hadn't been suppressed by the phantom of the gods, he might still have the power to resist Han Yang.

It may not be impossible to fight the God-given God List against the God-given God List.

But at this time, with the phantom of the god he summoned being suppressed, he was unable to resist at all.

"You...who are you?"

No matter how stupid the Golden Robe Headmaster was, he still realized that Han Yang's identity was extraordinary.

Otherwise, it is impossible to be worshiped by the phantom of the god.

This is definitely a crushing from above.

In other words, before his banishment to the mortal world, Han Yang's status was much higher than that of the Son of God he summoned.

"The real god... It's true, I haven't seen him for some years..."

Han Yang looked indifferent and walked towards the shadow of the god.

Just like the brocade weaving army of the ancient tribe and the red-robed archbishop of the divine descendants knelt down to worship the phantom of the god, the phantom of the god also did not dare to stare at Han Yang.

When he slowly arrived in front of the phantom of the god, Han Yang stretched out his hand and touched the huge mountain-like head of the phantom of the god as if stroking a pet.

The latter's whole body was trembling, and there was even a hint of collapse.

It seemed that being touched by Han Yang meant that he had made some kind of disrespectful mistake and begged for forgiveness.

Han Yang couldn't help but sigh secretly.

I never thought that in this life, I had cut off the karma with the previous eight lives, and I could still make the gods surrender like this.

If, like the previous eight lives, the causal personality of the previous life is inherited, perhaps this phantom of the god will collapse and die after just looking at him.

Sometimes, Han Yang also thinks about it.

Is the personality of a god a gift or a punishment to the god?

Mortals can still look directly at him, and even become enemies with him.

But the gods can only kneel down to themselves.

Really boring.

"Wherever you come from, go back to where you came from. Go away."

In his waning mood, he was too lazy to talk nonsense with this big stupid donkey who had no consciousness but no power, so he ordered him to get out.

Click!

Following Han Yang's order, the phantom of the gods began to shatter like porcelain.

In an instant, it turned into a dream and disappeared in front of everyone.

The divine power that enveloped the entire world seemed to not exist.

If not for everyone kneeling on the ground, their bodies still trembling, all of this would really be like a dream.

Demigods kneel to gods.

The gods kneeled down to Han Yang.

Then what kind of existence would Han Yang be?

"you……"

The golden-robed headmaster stared blankly at that solemn face that could not be looked directly at. For a moment, he did not dare to get up from the ground.

He was afraid.

The gods all knelt down and worshiped, and they all disappeared because of Han Yang's words.

Then... how can I dare to be an enemy of such a being?

"The God List Organization...sure enough, it can successfully disgust me no matter where it goes..."

Han Yang stood in front of the golden-robed headmaster, with the soles of his feet stepping on the golden robe that symbolized supreme glory.

The latter's face twitched and his breath began to brew, but in the end he did not dare to move.

After a moment of silence, the golden-robed headmaster said in a trembling voice: "Beings like you must know how majestic the divine world is, so why go against heaven? As long as you reveal your identity to my lord, I believe that my lord will I won’t embarrass you…”

In the past, when Han Yang was mentioned, all the divine descendants were unanimously resentful and wanted to eat this guy alive who had stolen the God-given List.

But at this time, the golden-robed headmaster had completely different ideas than before.

The Lord of the God List, what a majestic existence that is?

Even if the divine beings ascend to the divine realm, they dare not call them by their names and can only call them by their holy lord.

Would such a great being be deceived by ordinary people?

Would such a great being be stolen from the God-given list by a mortal?

It was obvious that Han Yang was an extraordinary being.

Perhaps not as good as the Lord of the Gods, but certainly not an ordinary god banished to the mortal world.

He was really scared.

Let the gods resolve the grievances between gods themselves.

The god list is as bloodthirsty as death.

But they also know how to assess the situation better. When it is obvious that they are unable to fight, they escape faster than anyone else.

The headmaster of Jinpao decided to surrender to Han Yang.

At least, he won't be his enemy anymore.

"Identify yourself to your Lord?"

Han Yang smiled, seemed to have thought about it carefully, and said with a smile: "It's also a good idea..."

A relieved smile appeared on the golden-robed headmaster's face.

So the best.

However, before his smile fully bloomed, he heard Han Yang continue to say: "Then please go to your Lord first and let me know that I will visit you within a hundred years..."

Go to where my lord is and pay him a personal visit?

The golden-robed headmaster was a little confused.

With his level of cultivation, even if he ascends to the God Realm, he is not qualified to meet the Lord of the God List.

Let alone within a hundred years.

He couldn't help but said sarcastically: "Your Excellency may have overestimated yourself..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Han Yang's foot fell hard.

Click!

The golden-robed headmaster heard the sound of his own bones breaking.

Only then did he realize that Han Yang actually wanted him to die.

"ah……"

The golden-robed headmaster roared and stood up, preparing to open the divine list immediately.

However, he obviously forgot one thing.

According to the defense mechanism of the God List, when Han Yang attacks him, the God List's halo will automatically protect the Lord.

But now it has not appeared.

puff!

When his head was stepped on by Han Yang, he finally woke up.

It turned out that my God-given list was used to summon gods to come to the world, but I still hadn't recovered at this time.

Red and white things are thrown into the void.

No one expected that the golden-robed headmaster, one of the three powerful divine descendants, would die at the feet of Han Yang in such a humiliating way.

"Walk!"

The other two red-robed leaders didn't have any desire to fight, so they got up and ran away with many perfect demigods.

How do they fight against people who even have to bow down to the gods?

"Certainly!"

Just when all the demigods of the gods were fleeing in the air, the concentration curse fell.

Dozens of perfection demigods were all nailed to the void, unable to move.

Zheng!

The sound of swords sounded immediately.

Puff puff puff puff!

A blood flower bloomed between the eyebrows of each god-born demigod.

Broken head!

The soul is shattered!

The divine list was also cut in half by the Buddha-killing knife.

Including the God-given list of the Golden Robe Master, all the luck is converging towards Han Yang's eyebrows.

The dazzling dragon of luck is like substance.

Even those warriors from the ancient tribe who have not practiced the way of luck can clearly see the existence of luck.

It can be seen how rich the luck is.

Han Yang's list of God-given gods has been improved again.

It seems that there is still one step away from the god-level God-given list, but it has not been successfully achieved.

"Isn't it enough?"

Han Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head, his eyes falling on Brocade Weaving Army.

The demigods of the ancient tribe were all stiff, as if they were being watched by gods, unable to move at all.