Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The envoy of the Gods was unable to resist Han Yang's powerful consciousness, and all the memories about Han Yang in his soul were searched out.

"A tracing order has been issued against me?"

Han Yang's eyes flashed, thoughtfully.

During Chen Qiaoqian's ascension, he struck the ascension wheel with his sword, causing the ascension process to completely go out of control.

Even he himself couldn't control the direction of ascension.

But the Holy Land has accurately grasped his foothold in the Western Region!

This is definitely not something that the God List Organization can do.

"The Clan of Divine Craftsmen?!"

The ninth generation of Han Yang was reborn as the sixth generation of the God of War. He once had the experience of dealing with the divine craftsman clan.

This race is the best in the world in refining weapons.

But he has been hiding from the world and living in seclusion, untainted by cause and effect.

They are one of the very few races in the God Realm that can span several great tribulations and remain immortal.

But this time, the Shenjiang clan violated Han Yang's taboo.

First, he manipulated the Ascension Wheel and almost killed Chen Qiaoqian, and now he betrayed his position to the God List Organization.

The clan of divine craftsmen who are not tainted by cause and effect directly stepped on Han Yang's bottom line this time!

"It seems that this time, the Western Region group is going to visit the Divine Craftsman Clan..."

Han Yang's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he threw the soul-stricken messenger away.

thump.

The sound of the messenger's body falling to the ground made the Lord of Black Mountain City tremble suddenly.

"Forgive me, sir, I'm just a little general, I don't know anything..."

The Lord of Black Mountain City knelt at Han Yang's feet with a pop, his whole body shaking like chaff.

horrible!

This blasphemer wanted by the Holy Land is simply terrifying to the extreme.

A feudal lord was completely helpless under his command.

Looking at the opponent's cultivation, it is clear that he is only at the realm of a feudal lord, but he easily searched the soul of another feudal lord. How powerful must this soul be?

The Lord of Black Mountain City now only hopes that big men like Han Yang will not take him, a little god general, in his eyes.

Searching for souls is something more terrifying than death.

"Don't know anything? No, you know..."

Han Yang pointed at Ling'er's grandson and said calmly: "At least, you should know where her parents are..."

The Lord of Black Mountain City raised his head tremblingly, not daring to look directly at Linger's grandson.

He didn't understand what he had done that would cause his enemies to come to him.

Judging from Han Yang's tone, it seemed that this grandson had a grudge against him.

Montenegrin pariah?

When he saw the ragged Ling'er clearly, the Lord of Black Mountain City seemed to be struck by thunder.

He knew exactly what he had done to the mortals hiding in the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains.

Now that someone is looking for me, I'm afraid there is no good fruit to eat.

"me……"

The city lord stammered and couldn't explain why.

After all, he has sold too many mortals.

In his eyes, mortals were worse than pigs and dogs, so how could he care about the life and death of two mere mortal slaves.

He didn't even know who Ling'er's parents were.

At this time, Ling'er and the old man were completely stunned.

The Lord of Black Mountain City!

Among the hundreds of thousands of mortals in Black Mountain, this person is simply a devil-like existence.

Legend has it that he would eat the hearts of hundreds of children in one meal.

A day without killing people is not a happy day.

I don’t know how many hundreds of thousands of warriors who came from Black Mountain and became gods with great difficulty, wanted to kill this city lord for revenge, but in the end they were all killed by this terrifying city lord.

The Lord of Black Mountain City is an invincible existence in the eyes of hundreds of thousands of Black Mountain mortals.

But now, this terrifying existence was kneeling at Han Yang's feet like a pig and dog, begging for Han Yang's forgiveness.

Such a scene brought a huge shock to the two of them.

Perhaps they didn't know what it meant to be a marquis, so they weren't much touched when they saw the envoy being killed.

But at this time, the Lord of Black Mountain City knelt down and worshiped, causing the two of them to lose their voices in shock and unable to recover for a long time.

boom!

Han Yang reached out his hand unmoved and pressed it on the head of the Lord of Black Mountain City.

"Ahhhh..."

The city lord roared like a killing pig.

Searching for souls is simply a life worse than death.

boom!

Han Yang's powerful soul instantly penetrated the city lord's sea of ​​consciousness and found the memory of Ling'er's parents.

Then he shattered his godhead and threw him in front of Ling'er's grandson.

"I...I'm not dead?!"

The Lord of Black Mountain City was a little unbelievable.

He was clearly being searched for his soul by Han Yang, but he didn't lose his soul.

How is this possible?

After a brief shock, he immediately woke up.

It is definitely much harder to search for the soul of a god general without harming his soul than to kill a god general.

The opponent's spirit was so powerful that it exceeded his imagination.

"I……"

Before the Lord of Black Mountain City, who was surviving the disaster, had time to think of a way to survive, he heard Han Yang say lightly: "His life is in your hands, you can do whatever you want..."

Only then did Ling'er and his grandson recover from the previous shock.

The two looked at the Lord of Black Mountain City blankly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

They are just mortals at the bottom of the Hundred Thousand Black Mountains, and they have a natural awe for existences like the city lord.

Even if he harbors hatred, he doesn't know how to punish such beings.

Ling'er deserves to be Dashan's daughter.

She once hunted monsters in the mountains and lived a difficult life. To a certain extent, she was used to life and death.

After a brief moment of confusion, she thought of her parents, her uncles and aunts, and the neighbors' uncles, aunts, grandparents.

"This man only had one life, but he killed so many people..."

Ling'er looked at the Lord of Black Mountain City with red eyes.

Killing such a big bad guy once is not enough to atone for his sins.

She wished she could kill this big bad guy with a thousand knives.

"Oh? It's very simple..."

Han Yang flicked his fingers, and a flame was projected onto the body of the Lord of Black Mountain City.

The Lord of Black Mountain City screamed and was burned to ashes.

His soul howled in pain in the flames.

Han Yang flipped his palm, and a ball of metal flowed and formed in the void, eventually turning into a ring.

The spirit of the Lord of Black Mountain City flew into the ring.

His soul will be burned by the flames forever in the ring.

Until the owner of the ring is willing to let him die.

After everything was done, Han Yang casually threw the ring to Ling'er's grandfather.

Ling'er is too young and shouldn't live with such hatred.

Grandpa Ling'er's hatred for the Lord of Black Mountain City must be deeper and more lasting than Ling'er's.

"Thank you, sir!"

Grandpa Ling'er bowed to Han Yang and even wanted to kneel down to Han Yang.

Among the 100,000 Black Mountains, countless people died at the hands of this demonic city lord.

Today the great revenge was finally avenged.

Han Yang casually helped the old man up and said to Ling'er: "Your parents were not killed in Black Mountain City, but were traded to other cities. Let's go there and take a look now."

As he spoke, he raised the auspicious clouds again and flew towards the outside of the hall.

Ling'er wiped her eyes and followed Han Yang closely.

After this incident, she already understood that Han Yang was not a bad person, he was just teasing her on purpose before.

Master, you are a great man!

She wanted to apologize to Han Yang, but she didn't know how to say it.

"I……"

Just as Ling'er spoke, Han Yang's palm fell on her little head.

"It's okay, I understand."

The voice was so warm that Ling'er's already red eyes couldn't help but shed tears, and then she held Han Yang's hand tightly.