Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"King Duan Tian?"

Zhang Wuyou was startled at first, then his expression suddenly changed, and he said sternly: "Jiang Cheng is my secret disciple, and should not be used except in emergencies. How could he fall?"

The Mingjiao aimed to overthrow the Chu Dynasty and could only hide in secret.

The Glazed Sword Sect is one of the subordinate factions of the Ming Cult.

Liuli Sword King Fu Liuxin’s true identity is Fu Ding, Purple Shirt Sword King of Mingjiao!

And Jiang Cheng is also one of the martial kings of the Purple Shirt Sword King lineage. He is deeply lurking. Even within the Glazed Sword Sect, only a few people know his true identity.

Now that he has died for no reason, how can Zhang Wuyou not be shocked.

The elder glanced secretly at Fu Liuxin, seeming hesitant to tell the truth.

Fu Liuxin twisted the chess piece and said nothing, but his eyes became a little cold.

The elder trembled and hurriedly replied respectfully: "The Sword Sect did not issue an order to King Duan Tian, ​​so we don't know why he died."

"I don't know?"

Zhang Wuyou suddenly stood up and said angrily: "A Martial King has fallen, and you tell me you didn't know?"

Seeing that Zhang Wuyou was so angry, Fu Liuxin was a little surprised, and had to persuade him: "Your Majesty the Holy Son, there is no need to worry. King Duan Tian's character is too proud and cruel. Perhaps, he was killed for his own reasons... "

Zhang Wuyou did not give any face to the four great dharma kings of Mingjiao, and said coldly: "Go and check for me! Within an hour, I want to know the cause of Jiang Cheng's death! If you can't find out, you can go and die!"

"Yes, yes, yes." The elder was frightened and hurriedly followed the order.

Fu Liuxin frowned slightly and said in surprise: "His Royal Highness the Holy Son, you are just a first-level Martial King, why do you have to be like this..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Zhang Wuyou.

"Did you know... Demon King Han Yang has returned to Dachu?"

Zhang Wuyou said.

Click!

The chess piece in Fu Liuxin's fingers was crushed into powder.

"That evil star actually dares to come back? How brave he is!"

Fu Liuxin felt a little incredible.

In the wild land, Han Yang killed the martial kings of six dynasties and ten holy sects with his sword. It can be said that he offended all the emperor-level forces in the world.

Under such circumstances, it would be good to hide in a corner and survive, but how dare you return to Dachu?

Do you really think that the imperial power is made of mud?

Zhang Wuyou ignored Fu Liuxin's question and said with a slight worry: "I'm afraid that idiot Jiang Cheng will be taken advantage of and killed if he provokes Han Yang. If that's the case... the consequences will be worrying."

After hearing this, Fu Liuxin understood why Zhang Wuyou was so out of control.

Demon King Han Yang!

It can be said that he is an unrivaled demon king!

The Mingjiao silently aimed at overthrowing the Chu Dynasty and developed for so many years, but the result was not as big as the commotion caused by Han Yang alone.

In one battle, kill the seven sixth-level Martial Kings of the imperial power!

The Mingjiao had been secretly planning for so many years, but they had only killed a few third-level martial kings.

Compared with Mingjiao, Han Yang is the real monster.

It would be dangerous if Jiang Cheng was stupid and offended Han Yang, allowing the Ming Cult to hit Han Yang's gun.

Zhang Wuyou paced back and forth in the pavilion, frowning and thinking.

After a moment, he paused and said: "Ding Gong, please help me find out which saint son or saint in the sect has been to Qingzhou recently!"

Hearing this sentence, Fu Liuxin couldn't help but feel horrified.

Does Zhang Wuyou mean that other saints and saints in the Ming Cult deliberately arranged for Jiang Cheng to provoke Han Yang in order to kill someone with a borrowed knife?

"Damn it!"

Fu Liuxin stood up clapping the case and said in a solemn voice: "Don't worry, Holy Son, I will send someone to investigate right now!"

If there is really another saint son and saint who is secretly instigating this, then this person is out of his wits.

The idea of ​​killing someone with a borrowed knife is a good one!

But the sword of Demon King Han Yang is too sharp and is enough to overthrow the Ming Cult!

Trying to use Han Yang to kill people will only end up harming others and yourself.

…

Qingzhou, Wugou Inn.

"Your Highness the Saint, Han Yang indeed returned to Yuanzong, went on a killing spree, and beheaded Jiang Cheng..."

The innkeeper's wife is a plump, charming and enchanting woman. She respectfully reports to the woman at the head.

The woman wiped more than ten different kinds of rouge in front of her and compared the colors one by one.

While admiring the color change of the rouge on her arms, she said casually: "If I guessed correctly, the Demon King must be heading towards Qingzhou, right?"

The innkeeper's wife said with admiration: "That's true. The saint's plans are like the sea, and all the heroes in the world are involved in your highness' plans!"

The saint smiled proudly, and her eyes turned vicious.

"That bastard Han Yang, ruined my good deeds in the wilderness! Destroyed my decades of planning! This time, let them bite each other, and I will die badly!"

The originally beautiful and noble beauty now looked extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Although the innkeeper's wife also had the ninth level of Yuan Dan, she had to lower her head at this time and did not dare to take another look at this saint.

In terms of evil thoughts, this Holy Lady Luanyuan is definitely the first among the saints and saints of the Ming Sect!

I don't know how many people were tricked to death by her inexplicably.

At this time, the old woman standing behind Saint Luanyuan hesitated and said: "Your Highness the Saint, aren't you worried that Han Yang will anger the entire Ming Cult in his anger?"

There are many powerful people in Mingjiao, and their strength far exceeds that of ordinary martial arts sects.

But compared with behemoths like the Da Chu Dynasty, it was still a little behind.

Han Yang could defeat the six dynasties and the ten holy places, and the Mingjiao would never be his opponent.

Saintess Luanyuan chuckled: "Don't worry, grandma, I have already prepared... I have already informed the Chu court and Xuan Yi Palace! Guess whether these two emperor-level forces will let go of the killing Han Yang’s chance?”

The mantis stalks the cicada, but the oriole stalks behind!

Driving Han Yang to strangle Zhang Wuyou, no matter who wins or loses, in the end the Chu Dynasty and the Xuan Yi Palace will definitely kill both parties in one fell swoop!

Hearing this, the old woman lowered her head and said no more.

At this moment, the jade pendant around the waist of Saint Luanyuan suddenly shook.

She twirled it lazily with two fingers and looked at it boredly.

Click!

But with just one glance, the rouge box in her other hand was crushed into powder by her.

"How is it possible... In just over a month, Han Yang's strength has improved so much..."

Luanyuan's pretty face turned pale.

She suddenly realized that she might have gotten into trouble!

Moreover, it is a catastrophic disaster that is enough to bring down the entire Mingjiao.

"Your Highness the Saint?"

The old woman looked at Saint Luanyuan in confusion.

Saint Luanyuan's eyes were still blank, and she murmured as if in a dream: "Seven days ago, Han Yang came to Xuanyi Palace, slashed Ji Feihua, the world-famous Martial King, with his sword, and cut off Ji Feihua's arm!"

As soon as these words were spoken, a deathly silence fell in the room.

Xuan Dao Gong Ji Feihua, that is the ninth level!

Its strength is definitely not inferior to that of Mingjiao.

Such a peerless strong man had his arm broken by Han Yang?

"Let's go! Leave Qingzhou immediately, we can't stay here... anymore!"

Saint Luanyuan suddenly stood up and even brought the dressing table to the ground, causing a loud crash.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and calculations are just paper tigers. At this moment, she still has not half of the wisdom she had before...