Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

Outside the palace.

The Blood Saint had a smile on his lips, and he was already looking forward to the scene when the alchemy lineage of the United Chamber of Commerce would flourish and there would be no shortage of elixirs from now on.

"Why are you still grimacing?"

Seeing that the Painting Saint still looked worried, the Blood Saint asked casually.

The Painting Saint glanced at this idiot and said angrily: "You have never thought about what would happen to us if Han Yang faked his death and escaped and became the strongest?"

"Hahaha, you are still worried about this?"

Blood Saint suddenly laughed, pointed in the direction in which Hidden Saint left, and asked: "Do you think Hidden Saint would not think of this problem? But, have you seen him worried about this matter?"

The painting saint frowned.

What on earth does this idiot want to say?

The Blood Saint sighed and said, "Do you know who was the protector of the Tenth Immortal Trail in the last battle?"

The painting saint was slightly startled.

She was too busy worrying about Han Yang's affairs that she didn't pay attention to this information.

The Blood Saint said solemnly: "Master of the Yuhua Hall!"

The painting saint's expression froze instantly.

The ascetic monastery has three main halls, the Immortal Ancestor Hall, the Yuhua Hall, and the Immortal Dao Hall.

The master of the Immortal Ancestor Hall is the most powerful. Not only is he the most powerful, he also has extraordinary attainments in immortal literature.

The Master of the Yuhua Palace is called the Second Palace Master. Although he is only in the strongest sequence, he has mastered at least five second-level immortal texts.

Against ordinary and powerful people like them, they were almost crushed.

The protector of the Tenth Immortal Relic is actually the Master of Yuhua Hall?

The Blood Saint continued with a complicated expression: "And Han Yang, incarnate as a Qing Alchemist, went to stop him. Not only did he stop the master of the Yuhua Hall, he also forced him to stop interfering in the affairs of the Immortal Sect Alliance! What do you think Han Yang is now? strength?"

Painting Saint finally realized what Blood Saint wanted to say.

She has always been worried that Han Yang's promotion to the strongest would be beyond the control of the United Chamber of Commerce.

Cooperation between both parties is no longer equal.

But in reality, Han Yang used his incarnation to sneak into the ancestral land, and after comprehending the immortal text, his combat power had already surpassed the strongest level, and was comparable to the title level!

The painter's worries are useless.

If Han Yang wanted to fall out, he would have done so now.

Blood Saint Dalala said: "Don't think about these useless things. I can see that Han Yang's thoughts are not in the world of immortality at all, not even in the world of gods. He, who is meeting with us, Commander, there are also those lunatics in the Ancestral Land Ascetic Order who are trying to hone their skills to become the best."

The Painting Saint had to admit that there was some truth in what the Blood Saint said.

Afraid of Han Yang?

so what!

Is she capable of killing Han Yang and eliminating future troubles?

Not to mention that she couldn't do it, even the Hidden Saint, the titled strongest, couldn't do it either.

Ever since Han Yang comprehended the second-level moving immortal text, he has been in an invincible position.

By combining the moving immortal text with the passage between the two realms, Han Yang can come and go freely anywhere in the immortal world.

Even if he is dubbed the strongest, it is difficult to threaten him!

Not to mention, as long as Xianwen is promoted to the third level, Han Yang can even threaten the title of the strongest.

Han Yang is out of control!

"It's only been less than five years..."

The painting saint smiled bitterly.

It has only been five years since she decided to cooperate with Han Yang and now Han Yang is beyond control.

Five years is just a blink of an eye for the strongest.

"Don't think so much! Once you come, let's make peace with it. At least we and Han Yang are allies now, right?"

Blood Saint is a fool who sees things more clearly than Painting Saint.

The United Chamber of Commerce has conquered other worlds and has seen countless calculations and unyielding efforts.

But what's the result?

Facing the crushing combat power of the Immortal World, the other world will eventually fall apart.

The moment he heard that Han Yang stopped the master of the Yuhua Hall, the Blood Saint lay flat.

As long as Han Yang is not prepared to destroy the world of immortality, he doesn't care about anything else.

Because there is no point in caring!

"..."

The Painting Saint was speechless and could only sigh silently.

"Lord!"

At this moment, Zhuo Xianzi's figure appeared in front of the two of them.

The painting saint paused slightly and looked at Zhuo Xianzi with complicated eyes.

This woman is really lucky.

When Han Yang captured her, the woman had no choice but to make a bet and seek refuge with Han Yang.

In the end, she won the bet.

And it’s a big win.

In a short period of time, even the saints like them did not dare to treat this woman lightly.

"The Immortal Sect Alliance sent a war message and is preparing to declare war on our United Chamber of Commerce in three days!"

Zhuo Xianzi replied solemnly.

The Blood Saint clicked his tongue in admiration and said, "Did you see that even the old diehards of the Immortal Sect Alliance dared to give us a fight so decisively after knowing how powerful Han Yang was. Whoever wins Han Yang wins the world."

The painting saint found that he was once again speechless by this fool.

Given the laziness of those in the Immortal Sect, without the absolute advantage of two versus one, they would never dare to act rashly.

Knowing that Hidden Saint was promoted to a title, they still dared to declare war blatantly, which shows how much confidence Han Yang's incarnation of the Tenth Immortal Miracle gave them.

"It's pitiful that Mo Sheng Jingsheng, who is also a great hero, has to end up in a desperate situation. It's sad and lamentable." M..

This final battle was a trap set for the two of them.

Of the four supreme immortal sects, three were killed and one was demoted.

From now on, there will be no confidence to compete with the United Chamber of Commerce.

I should be happy.

But the painting saint was not happy.

In one incarnation, the four supreme immortal sects can be manipulated in the palm of their hands.

The painting sage had to admit that Han Yang had already become a celebrity.

…

In the old fairyland, a world surrounded by gloomy energy.

The old, rickety figure, dragging his long black robe, moved forward unsteadily.

She is so old, as if she will fall down and die of old age at any time.

Behind her, a middle-aged man in black armor followed silently, with a look of sadness on his face.

It took a full hour for the two of them to arrive in front of a dark hall.

"How many years have it been... since that girl Mingyue was promoted to a powerful person, I have never been to this ghost place again. I thought that my Jiuyou Underworld was about to prosper, but I didn't expect that girl Mingyue was short-lived..."

The old and hunched figure looked towards the black hall with his cloudy old eyes, sighing out of breath.

The big man in black armor couldn't help but said: "Ancestor, the bright moon has not fallen, but its soul has returned to the Feathering Pond..."

"Ah……"

The old woman sneered and said: "A Six-Path Immortal Zombie has his body chopped off and his soul returns to the Feathering Pond. What's the difference between him and his death?"

The big man in black armor was speechless.

The old woman pursed her lips and muttered: "You, after all, are the leader of a sect. Why are you so useless? You don't even have the courage to refute after being told a few words by me?"

Sadness flashed in the eyes of the big man in black armor, and he lowered his head and did not answer the question.

Seeing this, the old woman said impatiently: "Okay, okay, the old woman knows that you are being filial and feels that the old woman is about to die, so she doesn't want to talk back to the old woman, doesn't want to make her unhappy, and wants her to go away happily."

"Ancestor!"

The big man in black armor felt even more sad.

He is the master of Jiuyou Underworld and one of the four supreme immortal sect talkers!

And the old woman is the ancestor of Jiuyou Underworld, the oldest and most powerful person in the immortal world!

Even older than the Master of the Holy Palace of the Ascetic Order!

I can still live for a long time, but today I am going to die.

Seeing the old woman walking towards the black hall that symbolized death step by step, the Lord of Jiuyou Palace couldn't help but said: "Let me persuade the Supreme Elder to let him out of seclusion..."

The old woman snorted coldly: "No need! Don't mention that heartless man to me. Old lady, I would rather go to the underworld myself to attract the evil spirits from the underworld and avenge that girl Mingyue!'