Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Using its own power to create an illusory world, this relic will be so powerful.

"Shenxu is worthy of being the place where the gods return to the ruins..."

The Imperial Preceptor and the Emperor were not slow in their actions. An hour later, they returned to the main hall with three treasures.

One of them is a broken flying sword. This flying sword cannot be contained in any object and can only be suspended in the void by its own power.

If you want to move, you must rely on spiritual consciousness to push you.

However, even if Martial Ancestor pushed with all his strength, it would still be extremely laborious.

When the emperor faced this flying sword, he looked calm and unfazed.

But the expression of the Imperial Master was more complicated.

On this flying sword, he sensed an aura that he had never sensed before...reality.

He had concluded in his heart that Han Yang was right.

This world is all illusion, but this flying sword is a real object.

When Han Yang saw this flying sword, his eyes lit up and he quickly reached out to make a move.

Buzz!

The flying sword trembled and buzzed, falling towards Han Yang's hand.

As a result...it actually passed through Han Yang's palm, but Han Yang's palm was unscathed.

Han Yang smiled slightly, pinched the magic formula, and a white arc of light burst out from his body.

Metamagnetic.

Coerced by the power of Yuan Magnet, the flying sword was held in the palm of his hand.

"In the dream world, there is actually a real flying sword. It seems that you and I are destined..."

Han Yang played with the broken flying sword and carefully sensed the aura in the flying sword.

Soon, the sword emitted a rhythm that was somewhat familiar to Han Yang.

Zen.

It has the same Zen feel as the drop of Buddha's blood on the Buddha-killing knife.

This flying sword is actually the weapon left behind when the god fell.

After years of corrosion, the flying sword's own power is about to disappear, and the sword body has become very fragile, almost to the edge of collapse.

But the Zen feeling left in the flying sword made Han Yang overjoyed.

Through this true Zen mind, he can communicate with the Zen mind of the Buddha-killing knife beside the deity.

Buzz!

Buzzing…

The flying sword trembled and buzzed like a breath.

After a full stick of incense.

Buzz.

The sword shook and suddenly shot into Han Yang's sea of ​​consciousness.

This scene shocked the Yuan and Song emperors.

It has been countless years since the Yuan and Song dynasties obtained this flying sword, but they have never been able to discover the purpose of the flying sword.

Unexpectedly, the demon monk only used one stick of incense to refine it and master it.

The evil heretic is really... powerful.

The Emperor of Yuan and Song Dynasty sighed and lowered his head, silently looking forward to the arrival of the temple messengers soon.

In the main hall, Han Yang glanced at the other two treasures, but found no other abnormalities.

They are just rare earthly treasures, all of which are illusions.

After dealing with the trivial matters, Han Yang closed his eyes and concentrated, constantly using his soul to refine the broken flying sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, absorbing the Zen spirit from it.

And use this to communicate with the drop of Buddha's blood on the Buddha-killing knife.

Buzz!

Buzzing…

The body of the old monk that Han Yang was parasitizing also changed under the constant tremor of the flying sword.

Sometimes illusory, sometimes solid.

Seeing that Han Yang was immersed in cultivation and seemed unable to extricate himself, the emperor sent a cryptic message to the Imperial Master: "National Master, what on earth is this demon monk... going to do?"

The national master responded: "He is not a demon monk. The old monk's body is just a borrowed body. His true self... comes from the outside world."

As soon as these words came out, the emperor was stunned on the spot.

Is it really...an evil spirit from the outside?

In that battle four years ago, the Yuan and Song dynasties all witnessed the power of the heretic evil spirits.

The scene of destruction was still fresh in his memory.

And there is an external demon, obviously much more powerful and weird than the one four years ago.

The emperor couldn't help but feel despair.

Can the envoys of the temple really do what they did last time... eliminate demons, defend the Way, and subdue evil spirits?

…

It is thousands of miles away from the capital of Yuan and Song Dynasties.

The four powerful martial saints controlled the void and flew towards this side.

A martial saint's eyes were filled with golden light, and he said coldly: "The demon monk has arrived in the capital of the Yuan and Song Dynasties!"

Another Martial Saint nodded and said: "This is very good. It saves us the time to waste time looking around..."

At this moment, the first martial saint interrupted the man and said angrily: "How brave! The emperor of Yuan and Song dynasties actually hid the forbidden weapons secretly. Now the forbidden weapons have been obtained by the demon monk. This emperor is simply He deserves death."

Hearing the word "forbidden weapon", the other three martial saints all showed angry expressions on their faces.

Within the jurisdiction of the temple, mortal warriors are strictly prohibited from possessing forbidden weapons, and those who violate the order will be exterminated.

They did not expect that the emperors of Yuan and Song Dynasty would dare to be so bold.

One of the leading female martial arts saints said coldly: "That's fine! The demon monk Bajie was born in the Yuan and Song Dynasties. It's time to clean him up. Now that the emperor has made a mistake, we don't need to make excuses anymore."

The other three martial saints are all filled with murderous intent.

Hiding forbidden weapons privately is tantamount to disobeying Haotian.

It is a heinous crime of death.

boom!

boom!

boom!

boom!

The four Martial Saints accelerated their speed and galloped towards the imperial capital.

…

In the palace.

Han Yang on the throne slowly opened his eyes, with a look of surprise in his eyes.

"A breath of truth?"

He stood up suddenly and looked to the east.

In that direction, there were four real auras similar to the broken flying sword, approaching from far away and approaching at high speed.

"I see……"

Han Yang was vaguely thoughtful.

In this illusory world, due to the rules, it was impossible to be promoted to the Martial Saint. Therefore, the Haotian God used real magical weapons to be refined by the Martial Ancestor and used the power of the magical weapons to condense the holy body.

The method is somewhat similar to that of the pseudo-Martial Saint of the Qingtian Realm.

It's really a good idea.

Buzz!

Buzz!

In Han Yang's sea of ​​consciousness, the Broken Flying Sword began to tremble and buzz as if it was being called.

At this time, the emperors of the Yuan and Song dynasties and their imperial masters also seemed to sense something and looked to the east.

The national master's expression was complicated.

The emperors of the Yuan and Song Dynasties could not hide their excitement.

The messenger from the temple is... here.

boom!

The sound of breaking through the air soon sounded like thunder, and four figures appeared above the palace.

"Here's evil monk, emperor of the Yuan and Song Dynasties, get out and die."

The sound from the Martial Saint exploded like thunder.

The emperor of Yuan and Song Dynasties, who had been excited before, was immediately stunned on the spot.

what happened?

He can understand the demon-killing monk.

But why let yourself go out and die?

Before the emperor could figure out what was going on, Han Yang and the Imperial Master had already stepped forward and appeared in front of the four Martial Saints.

The female martial saint standing in the air looked at Han Yang with cold eyes: "He is indeed a heretic demon monk, and he actually secretly refined the forbidden weapon?!"

Han Yang did not speak, but the Imperial Master on the side shouted urgently: "My dear envoys! Please answer me, is this world of ours just a fantasy?"

He couldn't help but ask the question he was most concerned about.

boom.

But the moment he shouted these words, one of the Martial Saints had already punched him.

This punch was not only intended to kill the national master, but also intended to... destroy the entire palace.

It was obvious that everyone who heard the Imperial Master's words would inevitably die today.

The female martial arts saint frowned and said coldly: "The imperial master of the Yuan and Song Dynasties has been bewitched by the demon monk and fell into the devil's way. Kill him!"

Just when the fist seal was about to fall, Han Yang suddenly took a step forward.

In one step, the old monk's realm had been promoted from King Wu to Emperor Wu.

boom!

He then took the second step, changing from Martial Emperor to Martial Lord.

In the third step, Martial Lord is promoted to Martial Ancestor.

In the fourth step, the Martial Ancestor has become a Martial Saint.

Four steps later, the old monk's body that Han Yang was inhabited was already in the realm of a martial saint.

Use the broken flying sword in the sea of ​​consciousness, and use the Military Body Art as the core to fake the promotion of the Martial Saint, and step into the realm of the Martial Saint.

For Han Yang, drinking tea and water is just as simple as drinking tea.

Four steps to become a Martial Saint.

Then, he punched out.

In the fist seal, there was a faint sound of swords.

The roar of the white tiger exploded in the fourth floor of the Shenxu...