Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The space between heaven and earth was so gray that nothing could be seen clearly, only the sound of howling wind in my ears.

The gravel blowing onto the face can actually make even a strong person in the Qi Gathering Realm feel a burst of pain.

"What the hell is this place..."

Zhou Tong couldn't help but curse loudly, but in the middle of the curse, he spit out twice, and his mouth was full of sand.

Han Yang raised his eyes and looked into the distance. Over there, there was a dazzling golden light.

Like smoke and mist, erratic, rippling layers of waves like running water.

There is a sense of sacredness and mystery.

Zhou Tong wanted to say something else, but Han Yang made a silent gesture, "Listen carefully..."

What to listen to?

Rong Mingzhu, Nalan Yunhao, and even Ji Xiangtian didn't hear any sound at first.

They followed Han Yang's example, holding their breath and listening intently.

Finally, a little subtle ancient sound reached my ears.

That is the sound of Buddhist chanting.

The sound was like a song, and everyone's souls seemed to have been baptized, giving them a feeling of enlightenment and rebirth.

"Let's go! Go and have a look."

Following the sound of morning bells and evening drums, Han Yang led the three of them forward.

The smoke-like golden light in front looked very far away, but everyone only took a few steps. The sea of ​​sand in front of them broke open, and they seemed to be in the golden light.

Uh-huh!

The scene in front of several people changed.

The sparkling golden light disappeared, and what appeared in front of us was a desolate, ancient and mysterious scene.

Not far away, there are ruins and endless ruins.

Inside the dilapidated temple, which was ablaze with smoke and fire, stood many taller and more dilapidated Buddha statues.

There is an Arhat lying drunk, a Bodhisattva with lowered eyebrows, a Vajra with angry eyes, and a Buddha holding flowers.

All kinds of incredible sights make people feel like they are in a Buddhist country.

The sound of Sanskrit chanting that I heard earlier came from these broken Buddha statues.

"This sacred ruin is actually a ruined Buddhist land..."

Han Yang felt slightly disappointed.

His martial arts, killing as he pleases, is completely different from the peaceful and peaceful state of mind in Buddhism that leads people to do good.

Just when the idea came to Han Yang's mind, a sudden change occurred in front of him.

"Hum!"

A Vajra with angry eyes, holding a demon-subduing pestle, poked at Han Yang.

"Mysterious!"

The sword box buzzed behind him, and the magic sword came out of the box.

"cut!"

The four elephants cursed the sword, and the white tiger killed him!

In the dilapidated temple, there were endless roars of white tigers, and all the sounds of Sanskrit singing of morning bells and evening drums were completely covered up by the thunderous roar of tigers.

The Baizhan Sword struck the Demon-Conquering Pestle with a bang.

Click!

The Demon-Conquering Pestle exploded instantly.

The King Kong statue that followed also exploded inch by inch.

"Namo..."

A Buddhist sound sounded, and Han Yang's figure disappeared again.

After regaining his sight, he was already in a large hall.

"Han Yang, I'm going to kill you!"

Ji Xiangtian's angry roar reached his ears.

Han Yang followed the sound and was shocked himself.

I saw that Ji Xiangtian, who looked like a Fuwa, was covered in bruises, and one of his arms was drooped to the side, unable to move.

He obviously suffered a lot.

boom!

Han Yang flicked his fingers and somersaulted Ji Xiangtian, who was about to pounce on Han Yang and bite him.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu..."

Ji Xiangtian cried bitterly, and he still looked like a master of Yuan Dan.

"Han Yang!"

"Master!"

Zhou Tong, Rong Mingzhu, and Nalan Yunhao also followed.

Except for some blood stains on Nalan Yunhao's body, Zhou Tong and Rong Mingzhu were unscathed.

And in the center of the hall, there were still two people standing.

They are Mr. Wushang Li Minghui and Mr. Sanxiao Ding Zijin.

The two of them were still charming, but they paid no attention to the farce in the hall and focused on the Sanskrit inscriptions on the walls of the hall.

"Han Yang, please, please unlock one of my seals..."

Ji Xiangtian hugged Han Yang's thigh, looking pitiful.

Han Yang flicked his fingers, which made Ji Xiangtian tremble in fright, and he subconsciously took two steps back. He thought he was going to be ravaged again, but in the end, his eyebrows hurt, and the seal was lifted.

boom!

The strength belonging to the first level of Yuan Dan exploded instantly.

Uh-huh!

Li Minghui and Ding Zijin both looked at Ji Xiangtian.

"Auspicious Heaven?"

"How can you enter the Shenxu?"

The two people who were originally calm looked shocked.

Then, they suddenly looked at Han Yang.

There were countless talented warriors in the Great Chu Dynasty, and Han Yang was able to do something that even King Wu could not do.

He actually brought the auspicious heaven of the seventh level of Yuan Dan into the Shenxu!

If this news gets out, it will definitely cause an uproar.

"Hahahaha! I'm back!"

After untying a seal, Ji Xiangtian, who was so full of energy, put his hands on his hips and laughed proudly.

Buzz!

At this moment, there was a flash of light, and another figure appeared in the corner of the hall.

It turned out to be a shirtless young man wearing a tiger skin battle skirt and holding a mace.

"Wanyanzan!"

Li Minghui and Ding Zijin recognized the person's identity at the same time.

"Smiling Tiger, neither up nor down? What a bad luck! Why did I meet you two hypocrites?"

The boy's voice was like a loud bell, causing the hall to buzz.

"Wanyanzan, the Condor Young Master of Manshan Prefecture in Xizhou! He is the best material for a medicine man..." Ji Xiangtian looked at Wanyanzan with burning eyes, almost drooling.

"Auspicious Heaven, the Way of the Heavens?!"

The moment he saw Ji Xiangtian, Wan Yanzan raised his eyebrows and said, "Die!"

Brandishing the mace, he rushed towards the auspicious sky.

boom!

Before he could take two steps, he was blocked by a ray of light and staggered.

"Hahahaha... Idiot, you can't fight in the hall!"

Ji Xiangtian pointed at Wanyan Zan and laughed endlessly.

When Wan Yanzan glared at her fiercely, she stuck out her tongue and hid behind Han Yang with a whoosh.

Han Yang was not polite and looked at Ji Xiangtian's head like a fool.

boom!

Ji Xiangtian was bounced and somersaulted two or three more times. He covered his head with an aggrieved look and pouted his mouth.

At this moment, the light flickered again, and this time two people appeared.

The two warriors, both wearing Wuliang Sect costumes, looked confused when they appeared.

These two people clearly haven't figured out the situation yet.

Buzz!

Buzz!

The light kept flashing, and the number of people in the hall continued to increase.

About an hour or two later, a total of eighteen people stood in the main hall.

Among them, there are five young masters from various prefectures in the nine states of the Great Chu Dynasty!

There are even more unknown powerful people.

Only the two from the Wuliang Sect were local dogs among the wolves. They looked at this and that, not knowing whether to leave or stay, looking very innocent.

Buzz…

As a Sanskrit bell rang, the next moment, nine shining futons appeared in the hall.

Eighteen people, nine futons!

Everyone present was not an idiot, and they all immediately understood what it meant.

"I come!"

Wanyan Zan walked towards one of the futons without hesitation.

No one stopped.

The name of the Condor Shooting Master has great intimidation power.

Li Minghui and Ding Zijin also remained silent and sat down casually on the futon nearby.

Three out of nine!

"this is mine!"

The other two young masters also found a futon each.

Just go to five!

Nalan Yunhao's face suddenly turned a little ugly.

With four futons left, there were five people on their side, and he was obviously the weakest among the five.

Han Yang ignored the resentful Nalan Yunhao, spotted one of the futons, and prepared to walk over.

However, at this moment, Zuo Qingcang, the young master of Tengshe who was sitting on the futon in Liangzhou Huangsha Mansion next to him, suddenly raised his sword horizontally and blocked Han Yang's path.

"You change it. This futon belongs to my brother."