Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Chapter 2612 Each of the eighteen hells has its own magical powers

clang!

The scissors and the Bianhua flower collided and seemed to melt into each other.

But the sound of collision swept towards the man in black robe.

"What?"

The man in black robe was slightly startled, and subconsciously wanted to cut off the roaring sound waves again.

Unfortunately, it was too late for him to take action.

Before the scissors could take shape, the sound wave had already hit him.

puff!

Blood splattered.

The black-robed man's soul body shattered.

Until his death, he couldn't believe that he would die in the hands of a mere mortal soul.

He is the proud ghost king from the Eighteen Hells!

Snapped!

Snapped!

After Han Yang killed the black-robed man cleanly, applause broke out.

Another man in black robe slowly walked over, applauding Han Yang as he walked.

On this man's black robe, there is a word "一" embroidered on it.

Apparently from the first hell.

Han Yang still sat cross-legged, letting the flower energy left by the first black-robed man whistling into his eyebrows.

Six thousand!

The number of flower energy he has mastered has reached as many as six thousand.

But even so, the light shining between his eyebrows is still not as bright as this person from the first hell.

The amount of flower energy this person controls reaches seven thousand!

After applause.

The man in black robe from the first region shot directly at Han Yang without saying a word.

The seventh pose of the Seven Postures of the Other Shore, the other shore!

The vast phantom on the other side descended, crushing towards Han Yang.

Han Yang repeated his old skills, still using the fourth form, Chu Ming.

Buzz!

The moment the voice just sounded, the man in black robe suddenly opened his mouth.

The moment he opened his mouth, the sound of flowers blooming at the beginning of Han Yang's fourth style suddenly stopped and disappeared without a trace.

It was as if it had never appeared.

boom!

The other shore hit Han Yang's body hard.

If he hadn't used flower seeds to simulate the Nine Turns of Stars technique, his body would have been smashed into pieces this time.

Han Yang stood up slowly and looked at the man in black robe with a more solemn look.

Seeing that he failed to kill Han Yang with one blow, the man in black robe seemed a little surprised, but it was just a difference.

He pointed his finger forward a little, and took action again in the seventh of Higan's seven moves.

Han Yang continued to use the fourth form, Chu Ming, as if the previous setback did not exist.

Buzz!

The sound of flowers blooming just sounded and disappeared again.

But this time Han Yang was prepared.

"Bloom!"

Han Yang performed the fifth of the seven moves of the other side!

The flowers of the other side bloom.

The blooming position is exactly above the shadow on the other side summoned by the man in black robe.

Click!

A shattering sound sounded.

The other shore was actually burst by the shadow of the other shore flower summoned by Han Yang.

The man in black robe seemed extremely angry and opened his mouth suddenly.

Uh-huh!

A bright red tongue instantly traveled hundreds of feet and stabbed towards Han Yang like a sharp arrow.

If you look carefully, you will see that instead of a tongue, they are clearly the flowers and leaves of the Bana flower.

The second of the seven postures of the other shore!

"That's it! I didn't expect that the first prison of the Eighteen Hells, the Tongue Pulling Hell, would actually have such innate magical powers!"

Han Yang finally understood why the previous Chu Ming was easily defeated.

The innate magical power of Tongue Pulling Hell is actually to silence the voice!

In addition to some mysterious magical powers, the strength of this black-robed man is about the same as that of the black-robed man in the Second Hell.

Thinking of this, Han Yang also lost interest in continuing to discuss with him.

"Hundred Flowers!"

Han Yang performed the sixth form of the seven forms of the other side.

Let a hundred flowers bloom!

Countless shadows of flowers from the other shore came overwhelmingly.

Puff puff puff puff!

The man in black robe's long tongue penetrated dozens of phantoms of the other shore flower, but in the end it still failed to hurt Han Yang at all.

The shadows of flowers from the other shore bloomed on the black-robed man.

The man in black robe tried to resist, but he couldn't withstand the blooming flowers unleashed by Han Yang.

A stream of blood spattered away.

The man in black robe becomes the nourishment for the flowers.

When the flowers dispersed, the man in black robe had turned into powder.

"This person seems to be somewhat mysterious..."

After easily killing the black-robed flower picker from the First Hell, Han Yang frowned slightly.

The man in black robe had clapped deliberately before, as if to induce Han Yang to speak.

The magic of hell is mysterious.

Although restricted by the Seven Styles of the Other Side, he had to guard against it.

If he had been accidentally affected by the applause of the man in black robe and spoke rashly, he might have fallen into a trap.

"It seems that those who encounter the Eighteen Hells in the future should be smaller. These people's ghost skills are extremely extraordinary."

Han Yang was thoughtful.

The first sound of the fourth style it performed previously was mixed with the sound of heaven.

In this way, they will be blocked by the black-robed man at will, which shows the mystery of the ghost arts in the underworld.

Even if it is restricted by the Seven Styles of the Other Shore, it is still extremely extraordinary.

If the boat capsized in the sewer and was killed by the flower pickers from hell, that would be really ridiculous.

Han Yang found a place and sat cross-legged again.

Boom boom boom!

The flower energy brand at the center of Han Yang's eyebrows continued to gather, from six thousand to eight thousand, ten thousand, and finally settled on thirteen thousand.

At the moment when Han Yang's flower energy mark reached 10,000, a ray of light suddenly shot out from between his eyebrows and shot straight into the sky.

Buzz!

The whole world seemed to be shaking.

The next moment, Han Yang clearly sensed that there were dozens of rays of light swaying in the void on the other side, like flowers blooming on the other side.

He could even clearly judge the distance between those lights and him.

"Interesting! Is this the Bianhua War to encourage strong people to fight each other?"

Han Yang was not in a hurry to hunt, but continued to sit cross-legged.

He believed that someone would definitely come to him.

He just needs to wait for the prey to come to his door.

It's a hundred miles away from Han Yang's location.

The three figures looked in the direction of Han Yang with surprise on their faces.

"The 73rd Ten Thousand Flower Pickers is actually a living soul from the underworld!"

"That little flower-carrying monk who came to teach Buddhism hasn't gathered all the ten thousand flower energy yet, has he? This person actually beat him to it."

"Then should we change the target and hunt this person first?"

"My Lord, the bet this time is related to the number of observers of the Thirteen Classics. No one can disrupt the situation! Just Xun Jingsan and Zuo Hanxing. After all, they are from the hell lineage. We have no reason to hunt them, but these people in the world of the world The living soul is actually so arrogant! I agree to hunt this person down first!"

"agree!"

After a simple exchange, the three of them changed direction and headed towards Han Yang's location.

The flower energy marks between the eyebrows of the three people were only in the dozens, not even a hundred, but this was done deliberately.

If it's less than a hundred, there will be more reason to hunt down Ten Thousand Flower Pickers, and they won't be suspected by the Evil Mirror Messenger and others.

The marks on the black robes of the three people are exactly the same.

They are all iron trees!

These three people came from the third hell of the Eighteen Hells, the Iron Tree Hell.

Unlike the Nie Jing Hell and the Ice Mountain Hell, which wanted to compete with the Ten Palaces and gambled on the number of places to observe the Thirteen Sutras, the Tieshu Hell belonged to the fans of the Ten Palaces.

They are here to break the bet between Nie Jing Hell and Iceberg Hell!

As long as the little monk Nianhua is killed, half of the bet on the Iceberg Hell will be lost.

Now Han Yang suddenly jumped out, causing the three of them to change their minds temporarily and start hunting Han Yang!

The bet in Iceberg Hell is that three people can occupy the top ten spots in the ten palaces.

Both Han Yang and the little monk Nianhua should die!

a long distance away.

The handsome man in white clothes looked in the direction of Han Yang.

"Interesting, it actually exudes the aura of souls living in the world... Anyway, let me see the power of the so-called supreme Buddha..."

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