Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The pungent smell of sulfur spread everywhere.

Compared with the vibrant heaven, the hell world seems much more desolate.

Even the ancient battlefield filled with flesh and blood remains was a bit more vibrant than the hell realm.

The entire hell realm is like a dead land.

Wherever you look, all you can see is red lava and magma flowing everywhere.

"who!"

"You are not the true spirit of hell!"

At the other end of the three thousand hellfires, hundreds of hell demons wearing strange divine robes were surrounding an altar.

What is worshiped in the altar is three thousand hellfires.

Surrounding the hellfire are three stone pillars shining with faint blue light.

These three stone pillars are the origin of the true spirit of hell.

At this time, Han Yang stepped out of the three thousand hellfires, which immediately caused a commotion.

"Quack!"

The demon spirit of hell between Han Yang's brows suddenly burst into faint blue light, spreading in all directions like a shock wave.

Those who were attacked by the god-robed hell demons fell on their backs.

"It's Lingwei!"

“The true spirit is angry!”

Instead of being angry because of Han Yang's shock, the surrounding demons in divine robes knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly.

Han Yang glanced at the low-level demons in front of him, showing a hint of disappointment.

They are just low-level demons at the True Lord level.

Not even real demons.

But a lower race enslaved by hell demons.

I don’t know how they discovered the three thousand hellfires and took the opportunity to infiltrate the heaven.

It’s so desperate!

Lingshu Demigod and those people also died unjustly.

In terms of true strength, those demigods are far above these low-level demons.

The demigod was killed purely by the true spirits of hell derived from three thousand hellfires.

His eyes fell on one of the leaders, the old demon, and Han Yang said coldly in the language of hell: "Take me to see your leader!"

The old demon did not dare to disobey the orders of the True Spirit of Hell and hurriedly bowed to accept the orders.

The other demons kept worshiping Han Yang.

He was still mumbling something unknown.

Although Han Yang is proficient in the language of hell, he does not understand these divine languages ​​​​used in sacrifices.

Simply pretend to be indifferent and make no response.

The true spirit of hell is above these low-level demons. Han Yang did not respond, but they took it for granted.

The old devil led Han Yang forward.

After walking for a full stick of incense, we came to a palace.

It is said to be a palace, but in fact it is just a big hole dug into a huge mountain formed by lava.

Compared with the luxurious human buildings in heaven, the palaces of low-level demons in hell can only be described as rough and simple.

"Nahan, the demon servant clan, pays homage to the true spirit!"

The leader of this demon group felt the true spirit fluctuations emanating from Han Yang's eyebrows and immediately paid homage.

Han Yang was too lazy to talk nonsense with such a low-level demon and directly ordered: "Take me to your main clan."

Since it is a demon servant, there must be a master clan.

The Hell Lords completely control the life and death of lower demons, and are more noble than slave owners among humans.

Nahan did not dare to be negligent in the slightest, and respectfully replied: "It will take eighteen years to get to the main clan from here, so I ask the true spirit to go with me..."

Eighteen years? !

Hearing this, Han Yang's mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Is this the plight of lower demons? !

They are crude and barbaric and have no understanding of civilization.

It's not much different from the savage among humans who eats hair and drinks blood.

Not to mention the teleportation array, I don't even know what a flying boat is.

Han Yang grabbed the leader's neck and said, "Guide the way!"

The leader was at a loss and had no idea what Han Yang was going to do, so he could only respectfully stretch his fingers forward.

boom!

The figures of the two people turned into a stream of light and disappeared in an instant.

Shattering Sky Magic Cloud Step!

Under the blessing of the Divine Presence Curse, Han Yang's speed surpassed that of a peak demigod.

Thousands of miles in an instant!

The poor low-level demon leader was blown around by the strong wind, and there were even blood marks on his skin.

Not only did this low-level demon leader have no complaints against Han Yang, but he became more in awe of Han Yang's power and his attitude became more humble.

Demons from the hell realm, advocating power.

As long as you are strong enough, you can make everyone worship you.

Even your enemies will bow to you as long as you are strong enough.

In the hell world, strength means everything.

The low-level demon leader took eighteen years to travel, but Han Yang only took less than seven days.

There are countless realms in between.

Many hell demons saw the fleeting light in the sky.

But no one dared to be disrespectful at all.

There were even many low-level demons who knelt down and worshiped, as if they were worshiping gods.

"vomit……"

When Han Yang finally stopped, the low-level demon leader was so tortured that he almost lost his life.

Having achieved his goal, Han Yang threw him away and walked towards the big city ahead.

The style of the cities in the hell realm is also very rough.

There are no walls, and there are no defensive formations.

Although there are demons fighting each other in the city from time to time, most demons are extremely restrained.

the reason is simple.

The buildings in Castlevania all belong to medium-level demons and even high-level demons.

If someone damages a Castlevania building, life is the minimum punishment.

The final outcome is often genocide!

When Han Yang walked towards the city, he attracted the attention of many demons.

"The true spirit of hell?"

"He actually left the altar and entered Castlevania?"

"Strange, why do I feel the human breath from Him?"

Although Han Yang changed his own law attributes with the law of deification.

But the human aura cannot be concealed, and it is still detected by those sophisticated and superior demons.

Many demons followed Han Yang with ill intentions.

It wasn't until they discovered that the direction Han Yang was going was the City Lord's Mansion that they all angrily stopped following him.

Regardless of whether Han Yang had a grudge or a close relationship with the city lord.

They are definitely not someone they can mess with.

For an existence of this level, the best choice is to hide as far away as possible.

There were also a few demons who were unwilling to give up and followed Han Yang from a distance.

"Is he really a fifth-level true king? Did you feel it right?"

One of the demon sheep whispers through the voice.

Another demon with the pattern of a demon dog sniffed and confirmed: "I will never make a mistake, he is the fifth-level true king!"

The demon sheep demon rolled his eyes and said with a ferocious smile: "Let's go and report the news to the Demon Guard General! If he is really a middle-level true spirit who does not know whether to live or die, then we will be prosperous."

The true spirit of hell is immortal.

The premise is not to leave too far away from the true spirit pillar of the altar.

If you stray too far from the True Spirit Pillar, you may be forcibly refined by lord-level demons.

The two disappeared without a trace, heading towards a red stone palace in Castlevania.

Han Yang didn't care at all about these young men following him.

The moment he entered Castlevania, he noticed a familiar aura.

The Demon Wing Clan!

The Demon Wings belong to one of the superior demon races in the hell world and possess the magical power of Demon Wings.

The Demon Feihong who was killed on the Heavenly Road was from this clan.

If it is a strange demon race, it may be a little difficult to handle.

But if it was the Demon Wing clan, it would be much easier for Han Yang.

boom!

A demon mark suddenly appeared in Han Yang's body, and the demon mark of hatred belonging to Mo Feihong emitted a bloody cold light.

"All you bastards from the Demon Wing clan, get out of here!"