Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Although he had only met Han Yang, the Seventeenth Saint Son, Lie Shanhao had already sensed the latter's full malice.

The higher Han Yang climbs now, the more unlucky he will be.

"Die! Die!"

Lie Shanhao was extremely upset and thought to himself, it was really the pressure that Han Yang had brought to him that was too great.

However, God did not answer his call at all.

The lotus flower on the light gate of the trial place bloomed its ninth petal, fully in full bloom.

This means that Han Yang has passed nine levels in a row and completed the final trial of Wuliang Mountain.

"It actually...really succeeded?"

"Four days, two trials, and nine passes in a row. This record of the Seventeenth Holy Son is probably unprecedented and unprecedented!"

"Strange, why didn't the shocking divine bell ring?"

"If you don't tell me, I would have forgotten that when the Seventeenth Holy Son broke the record, the amazing bell didn't seem to ring..."

After being shocked and cheering, some people gradually realized something was wrong.

In the past, when someone broke the record or passed the ninth level, the shocking bell would ring nine times in a row, and the sound would spread tens of thousands of miles, shaking the entire Wuliang Mountain.

But now, the bell didn't ring.

This made the surrounding crowd watching the excitement feel like something was missing.

The mountain master frowned slightly, and he also noticed something strange.

If the record is broken and the shocking bell does not ring, there may be reasons of one kind or another.

But now that the Seventeenth Holy Son has broken through nine levels in a row, it stands to reason that the shocking divine bell must ring.

Why is this?

But soon, he suppressed the doubt in his heart.

Because Han Yang was about to break through the barrier.

boom!

At this moment, a roaring sound sounded.

However, to everyone's expectation, the place where the roaring sound sounded was not the place of trial, but...the Seventeenth Temple.

Everyone looked over subconsciously.

"Is this... someone getting promoted again?"

"He is a seventh-level Martial Saint, promoted to the eighth level..."

"Could it be that... the zombie who came to Wuliang Mountain with the Seventeenth Holy Son has also been promoted?"

"There are no weaklings around God! Even a zombie next to the Holy Son was affected by the Holy Son and began to break through..."

At the beginning, people were a little happy, thinking that the promotion of the zombies around the Seventeenth Son was a happy event.

But as time went by, I gradually realized that something was wrong.

Because, after the promotion to the eighth-level Martial Saint, the signs of promotion above the Seventeenth Temple did not stop, but continued.

Something strange was born above the void.

Boundless black clouds shrouded all directions.

The sky is full of murderous intent, which makes people shudder.

All laws seem to be rejected by the black cloud.

It is not among the five elements, it jumps out of the three realms.

"Is this... starting to ascend to the spiritual body?"

The protector frowned slightly, a little uncertain.

The mountain master frowned and said: "It's not a spirit body, but a zombie body. The third level has been upgraded to the fourth level."

The reason why the two of them are uneasy is because it is very difficult for zombies to advance to the zombie body.

Many zombies have been promoted to the ninth-level Martial Saint realm, but their zombie bodies are only second-level, or even first-level.

This is why there are so many saints and saints in Wuliang Mountain who have never chosen zombies.

The zombie body limits the growth limit of such creatures.

In the Zhongqian World, zombies can roam the world with unparalleled power.

But in the holy battlefield, the zombies that have been suppressed to the upper limit are just the playthings of some zombie refining sects.

But the body of a fourth-level zombie can be said to be very terrifying.

Boom.

Just when everyone was shocked, black clouds came over again.

Level nine.

Xiao Jiuer began to advance to the ninth level of Martial Saint.

Except for the maids who were still screaming, the mountain master and the protector were relatively calm.

Compared to the promotion of a zombie body, ninth-level Martial Saint is nothing at all.

Both of them are ninth-level martial saints.

They are waiting.

After Xiao Jiuer is promoted to the ninth level of Martial Saint, can he continue to break through and upgrade his zombie body to another level?

A stick of incense.

Two sticks of incense.

Soon, almost an hour passed.

Just when everyone thought that the promotion was about to end, another mutation occurred.

Not only did the black clouds show no signs of dispersing, but they began to gather again, and the laws were once again rejected.

"Fifth level! She is actually advancing to the fifth level zombie body! This... is incredible..."

At this moment, the mountain owner could not hide the look of shock in his eyes.

Among all the worlds, the strongest zombies in history are zombie puppets refined by a deputy sect leader of the Shen Sect.

That zombie puppet was only at level five.

A little zombie next to the Seventeenth Holy Son actually started to step into the fifth level?

"Mountain Master, I feel something is wrong..."

The protector suddenly concentrated his voice and said: "Why haven't the Seventeenth Holy Son come out of the place of trial yet..."

What?

The mountain owner was suddenly startled.

According to the normal time, after passing the nine levels and burning incense, the Holy Son who participated in the trial should emerge from the trial place.

At present, everyone's minds were distracted by the promotion of the little zombie, and they did not notice this.

It couldn't have been an accident.

After the mountain master woke up, he immediately looked towards the trial place.

And the moment his eyes were focused on it, there was a flash of light and shadow, and Han Yang... appeared.

The mountain master was relieved when he saw a familiar and powerful figure standing across the sky. However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he saw the figure of the Seventeenth Holy Son flashing in mid-air, and turned towards the back with a look of hatred on his face. Lie Shanhao pounced down.

Such a scene made the mountain owner's scalp numb.

"Holy Son, stop it!"

The mountain master hurriedly shouted: "In Wuliang Mountain, saints and saints are not allowed to be killed privately..."

The moment he spoke, the protector's figure flashed and stood between Han Yang and Lie Shanhao.

The surrounding saints and saints were stunned by this scene.

Although some people had vaguely guessed that the Seventeenth Holy Son might have some grudge against Lie Shanhao, no one expected that the first thing the Seventeenth Holy Son did after passing the nine levels... was to deal with Lie Shanhao?

Lie Shanhao subconsciously took a few steps back, a look of resentment flashed in his eyes.

The protector reminded urgently: "Seventeenth Holy Son, you have a bright future and an unlimited future. It's better to put aside any grudges first..."

His words were a reminder to Han Yang.

With Han Yang's status at this time, there are many opportunities to kill Lieshan Hao.

Although Lie Shanhao is also one of the Holy Sons, he is already worthless compared to Han Yang, the Seventeenth Holy Son who passed nine levels in four days.

As long as Han Yang still had the idea of ​​killing Lieshan Hao, it would only be a matter of one sentence after he left Wuliang Mountain.

There is no need to rush and violate the iron rules set by Shenzong.

"oh?"

Han Yang looked at the protector with an indifferent expression and said calmly: "If I want to kill him now."

Regardless of whether he can become an envoy or not, Lieshan Hao can stay in Wuliang Mountain for three thousand years.

How could Han Yang wait for him for so long?

The protector's scalp felt numb, and he had to remind him bluntly: "At this time, Lie Shanhao is a third-level martial saint and a sixth-level spiritual body..."

This must be said clearly, Seventeenth Holy Son, you are no match for Lie Shanhao now.

"damn it……"

Lie Shanhao finally understood.

From the moment this man passed the nine levels, Wuliang Mountain had no place for him to stand.

Just look at the protector's attitude, and without any hesitation, he directly exposed his realm's trump card.

If you continue to endure this and wait for the other party to become stronger, it will definitely be a dead end.

Not as good as...

Having made up his mind, Lie Shanhao took a step forward and said coldly: "Seventeen! I don't know why you want to target me. If you want to kill me, just go ahead and do it, hum... If you can convince the mountain owner and the protector, I can give you a chance and am willing to fight you...fairly!"

Since we are determined to fight to the death, let's just break up.

He was happy to fight Han Yang now and strangle Han Yang, who had just been promoted to Martial Saint and only had a second-level spirit body, in his infancy.

In Lie Shanhao's view, Han Yang was facing the baptism of the will of the upper world directly when he passed the ninth level. He felt elated and felt that he was the spokesperson of heaven and could be invincible in the world.

This illusion will last for a while.

Lie Shanhao wanted to take advantage of Han Yang's will to inflict the upper world at this time, and when he was unconscious, he could completely eliminate the crisis that would exist in the future and end it once and for all.