Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

8S Ziyuan naturally did not dare to be careless.

Immediately use the breath of the other shore flower that Tie Qingshu gave her when she was in the underworld to convey the message.

Although the message can only be sent once, the breath of the other shore flower will dissipate.

But once is enough.

After a while, the breath of Bianhuahua dissipated, and the message was completed.

Zi Yuan found that her palms were wet with sweat.

At this point in the battle, there is still a hidden strongman who has not yet appeared.

How many secrets are hidden in the fairy world?

…

Billions of miles away, the old fairyland.

The huge sky-improving fairy boat moved crazily.

On the immortal boat, everyone's expressions were extremely solemn.

Not long ago, the Ancestral Land Immortal Realm used various ultra-long-distance communication methods to transmit information to the Lord of the Holy Palace and the Chief Elder.

The result was that it suddenly stopped.

It was as if all connections with the ancestral land and the fairy world had been severed.

This gave everyone a bad feeling.

There are so many powerful men in the Ancestral Land Ascetic Order. Who can cut off all the external contacts of the Ascetic Order?

"Strange...if a catastrophe is really coming, the way of heaven shouldn't be so peaceful..."

The Lord of the Holy Palace looked into the void.

The way of heaven is calm and calm, with not a single ripple in sight.

It seems that no strong person has fallen at all.

But if no one died in the battle, it would be even more abnormal for this kind of news to be cut off now.

Ancestral land, what happened?

The chief elder estimated the time and said: "There are still two hours before we can return to our ancestral land. It should be in time!"

The battle between the strong is protracted.

Even if a disaster strikes, they will still be able to rush back in time.

The Lord of the Holy Palace looked at Han Yang worriedly.

Even if he can get back in time, how much strength can Han Yang still have?

Such crazy urging to move the immortal text and move with the title-level powerhouse was very draining to Han Yang.

By the time he returned to his ancestral land, Han Yang was basically useless!

Losing a helper with the moving fairy text is not good news for them.

It's a pity that Han Yang can only be squeezed so crazily now.

Without Han Yang's moving immortal text, it would have been impossible for them to return to their ancestral land within a few days!

At this moment, Han Yang, who had been closing his eyes in concentration, opened his eyes.

"The Wuxiang Faxiang actually used seventy-three third-level immortal texts... Is this a break with the entire Ascetic Order? Or is it the heroic spirit of the immortal ancestors? Or is it the stream of light from another world?"

There may be too many crises that even Han Yang cannot make an accurate judgment.

This direction is still too far away from the ancestral land.

He could only perceive obscure rule fluctuations between the two incarnations, unable to transmit information, and he could not sense what exactly happened.

"It seems that we must speed up! The calmer the sea is, the more uneasy it makes me..."

Han Yang simply stopped hiding his strength and accelerated his movement.

Buzz!

Buzz!

The fairy boat flashed, and its movement speed climbed a level again.

At this speed, it only takes an hour to return to the ancestral land.

The Lord of the Holy Palace moved his lips, but in the end he did not stop Han Yang.

There is not much time left for them.

The calmer the situation is, the more disturbing it is!

There may have been a big change in the ancestral land of the fairy world.

…

Ancestral land, outside the battlefield.

An inconspicuous flying fairy boat is hidden in the mist of chaos, looking at the battlefield ahead.

A figure in green clothes stood with his hands behind his back, his robe making a rustling sound.

"Master Immortal, you have been watching for so long, haven't you seen enough?"

A well-behaved little maid held a cup of fragrant tea and carefully brought it to the woman in green.

The woman in green clothes took the tea and drank it in one gulp.

He pinched the little maid's round face and said with a chuckle: "What do you know, little guy? The battle ahead will determine the future of the immortal world."

The little maid pouted and murmured charmingly: "I don't understand this. I only know that Master Immortal, you seem to be very worried recently and you are not as calm as before."

The woman in green clothes was stunned for a moment, and then she laughed and said: "Even a little guy like you can tell that I am not calm, it seems that I have lost my composure... Alas, after hundreds of millions of years of planning, with this one move, I will finally be the same. You can’t escape the vulgarity.”

The little maid blinked her eyes, not understanding what her immortal master was saying at all.

The woman in green clothes laughed at herself, hugged the little maid, and said with a smile: "Yan'er is right, I am the immortal master who has lost his temper. Come on, I will play chess with Yan'er and no longer care about this battle."

The little maid immediately beamed and ran towards the cabin happily.

The woman in green clothes laughed and said: "It's great to be young. Little things can make her so happy, but I..."

She looked at the battlefield ahead, and finally returned to the cabin without looking back to play chess with the little maid.

On the ancient Yukong Fairy Boat, there are two ancient seal characters engraved: Xinhui.

…

Boom boom boom!

Fairy tales intertwined!

The purple energy is everywhere!

When the three powerful men clashed, there was no winner or loser, and the killing was indistinguishable.

In the end, it was the Ninth Immortal Trail who lost his temper for the first time.

"combine!"

Follow the mantra of the Ninth Immortal.

The immortal bodies of those ascetic monks who had been imprinted with the mark exploded one after another, turned into streams of light, roared towards the immortal ancestor heroic spirit, and finally merged with it.

With each additional ascetic monk, the Immortal Ancestor Heroic Spirit becomes one point stronger.

The combat power of the Ninth Immortal Trail is also very strong.

Although the improvement brought by an ascetic monk is only a drop in the bucket, it is not worth mentioning.

But the number of ascetics who could not bear the loss of their bodies was extremely large.

Dozens!

Hundreds!

The Ninth Immortal Trail's combat power continued to rise, and gradually began to suppress Han Yang and the young master.

A coldness gradually bloomed in the young master's eyes.

"Panlong Arms, third seal, unsealed!"

He was finally angered by the long-lasting battle situation and desperately broke the third seal.

This was a feat that General Yuwen had not accomplished until his death.

As the third seal was released, the young master's combat power soared again.

Unlike the Ninth Immortal Trail, which improved little by little, the young master's combat power doubled almost instantly.

boom!

The Ninth Immortal Trace was shot away, leaving a huge wound under his chest.

The Coiling Dragon Spear let out a roar and stabbed towards Han Yang.

"This is a trump card prepared for the people behind the scenes, but it seems that it can only be used on you."

Han Yang sighed softly, and the number of immortal texts on the sword edge suddenly increased.

boom!

A total of one hundred and eight third-level immortal inscriptions gathered into a sword light and hit the dragon shadow of the Coiling Dragon Spear.

The two of them shook their bodies at the same time, and they couldn't tell the difference between the winner and the loser.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The young master suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed.

He was clearly laughing, but there was a cold murderous intent in his laughter.

The moment the laughter fell, the silver armor on his body flickered with light and suddenly expanded towards the surroundings.

boom!

The surrounding space suddenly solidified.

Immediately afterwards, rays of silver light flowed and twisted from the battlefield, converging towards the silver armor.

It was only at this moment that everyone vaguely understood something.

Han Yang sighed: "You deliberately delayed time to gather momentum before, just to collect the chaotic rules in the battlefield? Your so-called secret treasure is indeed interesting."

From the moment Yu Kongzhou appeared, everything seemed evil.

Be it Maid Wu from before or General Yuwen from behind.

It was as if he had been deliberately released to die.

Han Yang vaguely sensed something was wrong, but couldn't see why.

Now, the truth is finally clear.

Maid Wu, General Yuwen, and all the souls who died on the battlefield today have become part of the young master's armor rules.

Since the arrival of Yu Kongzhou, the young master has been preparing for this moment of explosion!