Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

It wasn't until the moment before his death that one of the three patriarchs of Wutong Holy Land realized how big the gap between himself and Han Yang was.

Just crush it to death!

That's right.

He was simply pinched to death by Han Yang.

The powerful will he was proud of, and the divine light phoenix for which he was famous, were no more than a child's toy in front of Han Yang.

What kind of monster is this! ?

He originally didn't believe what Han Yang had said before about being reincarnated into nine lives. After all, it was too unbelievable and unbelievable to be reincarnated without relying on three souls and seven souls.

But now, he actually believed it.

Only someone like Han Yang, who could live for nine lifetimes, could be so powerful as to be so incredible.

"Kekeke..."

Zuoshou Ancestor's throat rolled, and he wanted to say something, but in the end nothing came out. His soul had been forcibly shaken away.

Due to the realm between him and Han Yang, Han Yang could not search for his soul. He could only break up his soul and read the memory fragments like the Seven Phoenixes.

Buzz!

A fragment of memory appeared in Han Yang's sea of ​​consciousness. .

He looked like a very young Zuoshou Patriarch, dressed in purple robes, and going on a killing spree in a certain dojo.

"Uncle Master! Why is this?"

"Senior brother, have mercy on me..."

"Junior brother!"

Some wailed, some begged, some roared.

Unfortunately, it's all useless.

The ancestor on the left, his clothes stained with blood, was killing like crazy.

The entire dojo was massacred and reduced to rubble.

"Wutong Holy Land, you are from Wutong Holy Land!"

An old man with white hair and beard recognized the identity of the Zuoshou ancestor at that time.

Ancestor Zuo Shou said with a cruel smile: "That's right! I will show you mercy and let you die a happy death!"

The killing continues.

The entire ashram eventually fell into ruins.

The dove occupies the magpie's nest!

This is the memory of the Zuoshou ancestor who achieved great power and massacred the sect when he was young.

It was during this massacre that Zuo Shou Ancestor emerged from the sea of ​​​​blood from the Corpse Mountain, turned into a butterfly, and became a true disciple of Wutong Holy Land.

Buzz!

The light flickered again, and Han Yang read the second memory.

Zuoshou Ancestor, who has entered middle age and has become a leader-level powerhouse, kneels on the ground respectfully and worships a skinny old man.

"You are my most outstanding disciple and the most outstanding leader of the Holy Land! Today, I will tell you the real secret of the Wutong Holy Land!"

On this day, Ancestor Zuoshou knew about Tianwaitian and the truth about Wutong Holy Land.

"After today, you will be one of my Wutong Holy Land Dao Lords, you..."

The skinny old man stopped mid-sentence because he saw a pair of ferocious eyes.

The hoarse voice of Zuoshou Ancestor sounded: "Master, you really disappoint me! Our Wutong Holy Land, the dignified Holy Sect, started by occupying the magpie's nest with doves, and every disciple is stained with the blood of losers. Now you actually tell me Me, are we dogs trained by others?"

The skinny old man sighed: "Idiot, you don't know how powerful Tianwaitian is. They..."

puff!

The knife in Zuoshou's ancestor's hand penetrated the skinny old man's chest.

He said with a ferocious smile: "So what if I am strong? I will not make a fool of anyone! I am who I am! No matter how powerful Tianwaitian is, there is still a way to defeat it! Master, you are really old! Instead of lingering, it is better to leave everything to Disciple, let me have more of the foundation to challenge Tianwaitian..."

Han Yang's angle is the angle of sight of Zuoshou Ancestor.

He could clearly see the skinny old man's expression change from shock to astonishment, and then to joy.

"You really want to fight against the miracles of Heaven and Earth? I don't know whether I should be happy for you or sad for you. Okay, that's great! You have the courage that I don't have... In that case, take everything away from me. !”

The memory is now broken.

The third memory fragment appears.

This time, the Zuoshou ancestor truly became the ancestor.

He stood side by side with the other two people, looking forward in the distance, and seemed a little excited.

"It's done! We finally succeeded!"

"With this death warrior, we will be more confident against Tianwaitian."

"There's no rush... The God of Death still needs to grow. When the time comes, He can reach the peak and reach the supreme realm that neither you nor I can touch. When the time comes, it will be time for us to fight back against the Heaven and Beyond!"

Han Yang followed the left ancestor's perspective and saw the corpse lying in the black coffin.

He finally knew who the Death Warrior was.

Click!

Memory fragments shattered.

This time, it was no longer the Zuoshou ancestor's memory fragments that could not be sustained, but Han Yang's emotional excitement, and his powerful soul tore apart the Zuoshou ancestor's memory fragments.

"What a sacred place of Wutong!"

Terrifying murderous intent spread around Han Yang's body, crushing the space into powder.

Amidst the loud rumbling noise, the entire top of the stars collapsed and shattered.

The powerful killing intent destroyed everything.

Led by Xiao Jiuer and Jian Shisan, the cult leaders who were frantically massacring Wutong Holy Land all looked towards the top of the stars, their eyes filled with unbelievable horror.

boom!

Han Yang's murderous intent swept through the dojo of Wutong Holy Land like a destructive force.

In the dojo, all the disciples of the Wutong Holy Land had their bodies smashed into pieces with murderous intent.

Mighty!

High power!

Leader level!

Even half a step to the top!

Under Han Yang's killing intent, there was no difference, and they all died violently.

When Han Yang's murderous storm swept through, only hundreds of warriors from Han Yang's side were left in the entire Wutong Holy Land.

There is no one left in Wutong Holy Land!

Even Han Yang's allies, including the old Taoist masters and others, were all trembling, frightened by Han Yang's murderous intent.

Plop!

I don’t know who started it, but my knees became weak and I knelt down on the ground.

It's like a chain reaction.

The other warriors also stopped holding on and collapsed to the ground.

Destroy all living beings in one rage!

They had never seen such horrific killing intent.

Only Xiao Jiuer, who was dressed in red, looked worriedly at the figure in the ruins at the top of the stars.

Since she followed Han Yang, this was the second time she saw Han Yang so angry.

Last time, Chen Qiaoqian almost died.

In a rage, Han Yang almost destroyed the world and destroyed all his enemies.

This time the enemy has been destroyed. What made Han Yang so angry?

Without the slightest hesitation, Xiao Jiuer rose into the air, facing the murderous intention, and flew towards Han Yang.

Ji Xiangtian, Zhuo Xianzi, and even the girls of Sword Thirteen also wanted to get close to Han Yang like Xiao Jiuer, but they couldn't do it at all.

Han Yang's surging murderous intent made it impossible for her to move a step.

Only Xiao Jiuer has such strength.

It's more because, even in such anger, Han Yang's murderous intention was conscious not to hurt Xiao Jiu'er.

"Tch! My sister is amazing, my daughter is amazing!"

Ji Xiangtian curled his lips in grievance and wanted to say: It was obviously me who came first.

Thinking that Xiao Jiuer had indeed followed Han Yang for the longest time, before her... then it would be okay.

…

"elder brother……"

Xiao Jiuer came to Han Yang's side, stretched out her white and tender little hand and held Han Yang's big hand.

She could even feel Han Yang's cold body due to the sudden increase in murderous intent.

After an unknown period of time, Han Yang woke up from his murderous intent, looked away with an indifferent expression, and whispered: "I'm fine."

Xiao Jiuer did not let go of his hand.

She could feel that something was wrong with Han Yang.

The corners of Han Yang's mouth curved at this moment.

"Xiao Jiu'er, do you want to go killing people with me?"