Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The land beyond.

Three flower pickers from the third hell quickly found Han Yang.

The light of all directions shoots straight into the sky, even if you want to hide it.

Not to mention, Han Yang never thought of avoiding people.

He's waiting for someone to take the bait.

"Sure enough, it's not that little monk!"

The three men from the Third Hell bumped into Han Yang and immediately discovered that their judgment was correct. This man was indeed not the supreme Buddha in the earth.

In this great battle, there is actually such a big fish hidden in the world of heaven!

"There are only three people..."

Han Yang was slightly disappointed.

There were only three small miscellaneous fish, and the amount of flower energy carried by each person was actually less than a hundred.

Han Yang was not even interested in killing these small miscellaneous fish.

"Heh... we seem to be looked down upon..."

Han Yang looked down upon these three little bastards, and the three of them also looked down upon Han Yang.

In their opinion, it may be difficult for a soul living in the world to even comprehend the complete Seven Postures of the Other Shore, let alone improve their realm through the Seven Postures of the Other Shore.

This living soul in the world probably didn't meet the flower pickers from the Eighteen Hells, but only met those low-level ghost messengers and ghost commanders who came to make up the numbers, so they were lucky enough to get so much flower energy.

In the past, there were not many talented and beautiful souls in the world who excelled in the competition between flowers on the other side.

But as long as they encounter the flower pickers of the Eighteen Hells, these souls in the world will only die.

The difference between life and death means that the living souls in the upper world cannot compare with the undead souls in the underworld in terms of understanding the seven movements of the other side.

"You coming or me?"

"Go ahead! The light of all directions is too eye-catching. You are the weakest among the three of us. After killing someone, stay here. There is no need to hunt that little monk anymore!"

"good!"

The three people obviously did not take Han Yang seriously. After a few words, they actually sent the weakest person to kill Han Yang.

sand!

sand!

sand!

Just when the man was about to kill Han Yang, the sound of feet stepping on gravel sounded in everyone's ears.

The land on the other side is full of desert sand.

This sound was completely normal.

But for some reason, when the footsteps sounded this time, all three of them felt cold in their hearts.

The man who was attacking Han Yang stopped and looked nervously at the place where the sound came from.

After a while.

A long-haired man dressed in white slowly walked out of the deserted sand.

The clothes are flying, free and easy.

"Ten Palace Flower Pickers!"

The voices of the three people were a little dry.

Hell is still dark!

Every flower picker from the Eighteen Hells has a black robe, the only difference is the words embroidered on it.

Ten palaces are still white!

The flower pickers from the Tenth Palace of Yama all wear white robes.

This person is the flower picker from the Tenth Palace.

And on his robe, there was a golden character Qi embroidered on it!

"Taishan Palace! He is actually a member of King Taishan!"

After seeing the words above clearly, the three people from Iron Tree Hell all changed their colors.

Among the ten palaces of Yama, King Chakravartin is the most mysterious, King Yama is cold-blooded, and King Taishan is the most treacherous!

King Taishan's subordinates imitated the Eighteen Hells and established sixteen small hells. Their power ranks among the top five among the Ten Halls of Yama!

Every flower picker under King Taishan is an unparalleled ghost hero, and his strength far exceeds that of the flower pickers of the Eighteen Hells.

How could the three of them not be afraid?

The three of them almost subconsciously retreated, not wanting to kill Han Yang.

"It's not that little monk?"

The flower picker from Taishan Palace looked at Han Yang, his delicate eyebrows slightly wrinkled, as if he was a little disappointed.

However, after seeing the thirteen thousand flower energy between Han Yang's brows, he immediately chuckled and said: "Forget it, just pick your mark first, and then go find the Supreme Buddha."

After he finished speaking, he walked towards Han Yang.

In an instant, he was in front of Han Yang, and his speed was extremely fast.

Half a step to the top!

The flower picker from Taishan Palace actually used the seven postures of the other shore to stabilize his cultivation at the half-step to the strongest state.

The moment he came to Han Yang, the flower picker from Taishan Palace pointed at the center of Han Yang's eyebrows. He didn't even use any skills, he just pointed there.

Buzz!

The hundred-foot space around Han Yang's body was instantly imprisoned.

Even if a half-step to the strongest level does not use the strongest will, the strength is enough to crush any leader level!

The three people from Iron Tree Hell looked at each other and could see the solemn look in each other's eyes.

The flower pickers from the Tenth Palace are indeed extraordinary.

With that person's half-step to the top, even if the three of them join forces, they probably won't have any upper hand.

Fortunately, the land on the other side cannot use the strongest will, and the three of them are still confident of escaping from its hands.

"Forget it, let's give this son to the Tenth Hall, and let's go hunt that little monk!"

The three of them sighed and turned around, already anticipating the outcome.

The living soul in the world is just a high-ranking powerful person, and there is absolutely no way he can stop the flower picker from the Tenth Palace.

Even if you don't use the Seven Moves of the Other Side, you can still kill the powerful with half a step!

Buzz!

The moment the three of them turned around, the sound of flowers blooming on the other side sounded.

The blossoming flowers of the other side drowned everything in an instant.

Even the three of them were overwhelmed by the flowers of the other side.

In just an instant, hundreds of miles around were submerged by the shadow of the flowers on the other side, turning into a sea of ​​flowers.

Before the three of them could understand what was happening, the sea of ​​flowers suddenly shrank.

"careful!"

"No!"

The three people hurriedly used their own ghost skills to defend themselves.

Unfortunately, it’s useless!

Iron Tree Hell is famous for its defense and is famous among the Eighteen Hells.

They integrated the Iron Tree Ghost Technique into the Seven Forms of the Other Shore. Together, the three of them could even defend against a powerful attack with even half a step.

But at this time, facing the rapidly shrinking sea of ​​flowers, their defense was useless.

Puff puff puff puff!

In one breath, tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of Biganhua phantoms shuttled past the Biganbana Iron Tree defense they had erected.

The iron tree formed by the three people from the other side of the flower only lasted for half a breath, and was turned into powder under the cutting of the shadows of tens of thousands of the other side of the flower.

Without the protection of Bianhua, the three of them could not stop the petals as sharp as blades.

Amidst the pop-pop sound, the three people were cut to pieces with thousands of knives and died an untimely death.

Han Yang didn't even target them intentionally, he just shrunk the sea of ​​flowers during the fight with the flower pickers of Taishan Palace.

The sea of ​​flowers shrank into a long knife.

Zheng!

Amidst the sound of the knife, the blade slashed at the finger of the flower picker in Taishan Palace.

The sound of gold and iron clashing sounded.

Han Yang remained motionless.

But the Flower Picker of Taishan Palace, who was half a step into the realm of power, was actually knocked back one step.

Tick ​​tock!

Tick ​​tock!

The blood splashed onto the gravel and was quickly swallowed up by the desert sand.

The flower picker of Taishan Palace looked at his fingers in surprise, and the corners of his mouth gradually cracked into a ferocious smile: "Interesting, you actually..."

Zheng!

The sound of thousands of flowers blooming sounded.

The Seven Postures of the Other Shore, the Fourth Posture, First Ming!

This time, it was Han Yang's first blooming sound that was prompted by the voice of heaven.

A sea of ​​millions of flowers gathered into one sword and struck at the flower picker of Taishan Palace.

"you wanna die!"

The flower picker of Taishan Palace suddenly took action.

A flower from the other side stood in front of his and Han Yang's blades.

clang!

The flower knife collided with the shadow of the flower on the other side, but the blade formed by the sound wave still struck at the flower picker of Taishan Palace.

The figures of the two people passed each other!

The white robe of the flower picker in Taishan Palace suddenly burst.

A knife mark cut diagonally from the center of his eyebrow to his lip, then penetrated his shoulder and cut across his arm.

He actually had one of his arms chopped off.

One knife, half a step to kill the strongest!

"I will eat you alive!"

The flower picker of Taishan Palace was completely angered by Han Yang.