Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

"Luan... Mr. Luan?"

Lu Qingfeng was stunned for a while, and then slowly remembered who the person in front of him was.

The time when the two met each other was too long ago.

Back then, when he was still in the Martial Master realm, he went out for a trial and met a young master named Xiangqianjia. The two had similar interests and admired each other, so they traveled together and explored everywhere.

However, that good young master was extremely talented and advanced in martial arts much faster than he did.

After being promoted to Martial Ancestor, the two parted ways.

Meeting again after thousands of years, Lu Qingfeng felt a little dazed.

What shocked him the most was the current state of Mr. Luan... a seventh-level Martial Saint.

Shame on you.

I was still in the third level of Martial Saint, but my friend who had the same goals at the beginning has actually become a seventh-level Martial Saint.

If you don't get out of the ninth level, the seventh level Martial Saint will be the strongest force in this world.

Luan Yiming!

The brief memory also reminded Lu Qingfeng of the name of this former friend.

"I vaguely remember that Fellow Daoist Lu is a man from Fengyu Shangzhou, but I didn't expect that I would actually meet him..."

Luan Yiming had a smile on his face, and he didn't have the airs of a seventh-level strongman. He pointed enthusiastically at the unsmiling young man beside him and introduced Lu Qingfeng: "This is my disciple, Li Hongyun. Hongyun, I haven't met Uncle Lu yet!"

Before the young man could speak, Lu Qingfeng hurriedly held up his hands and said, "Hey, Mr. Luan is serious. Uncle, let's do our own thing... This is my little disciple Ling Feibai."

What a joke!

This Li Hongyun is obviously also a third-level martial saint. Judging from the aura he exudes, he is even stronger than himself.

How could Lu Qingfeng dare to let such a genius call him uncle?

It will shorten your life span!

After greeting each other, Luan Yiming asked curiously: "Fellow Daoist Lu is from Fengyu Shangzhou, do you know where this War God Sect comes from?"

Lu Qingyun felt a little bitter in his heart.

Sure enough, he went to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing.

If we were really close friends and had met thousands of years ago, why wait until now?

This Luan Yiming was clearly here to find out information about the God of War Sect.

But how dare Lu Qingfeng say anything more.

The bones of those families and forces that once looked down on others and squeezed the God of War Sect have not yet cooled down.

"To be honest, I only learned about the existence of this sect after the War God Sect issued the Ten Sins proclamation."

Lu Qingfeng told the truth.

Luan Yiming was slightly disappointed, smiled and didn't ask any more questions, but there was obviously a bit of disdain in his expression.

The God of War Sect caused such a big commotion in Fengyu Shangzhou, but Tianbeiyuan turned out to be a bystander?

This fellow Daoist Lu is still as mediocre and incompetent as ever.

The expression on Luan Yiming's face was not concealed, and Lu Qingfeng could see it clearly, but so what?

Facing a seventh-level martial saint, knowing that he despised her, she had to endure it.

Ling Feibai lowered his head and said nothing.

After experiencing several blows, the pride in her heart had long since disappeared.

This time I came to watch the battle, just because I had a little bit of malice that was not humane to outsiders.

If the Heart-Zhuan Alliance was destroyed, maybe she would feel better.

"coming!"

At this moment, Luan Yiming suddenly raised his head and gave a low drink.

Ling Feibai and Lu Qingfeng were shocked. They followed Luan Yiming's gaze, but they didn't find anyone at all.

But the next moment...

Buzz!

Buzz!

Two figures appeared in front of Ten Thousand Souls Mountain like meteors chasing the moon without any warning.

One of them was Zhuge Jinyu, the black-hearted saint who almost destroyed the entire Tianshang City with a sword coming from the east in front of Tianshang City not long ago.

The other one was an old man with a stooped body and a sickly face, who looked a little unfamiliar.

"Three-Heart Saint Zhuge Longming! I didn't expect him to show up! It seems that the Lianxin Family is preparing to destroy the Heart-Zhuan Alliance in one battle."

Luan Yiming revealed the identity of the sickly old man.

Ling Feibai and Lu Qingfeng's breathing was stagnant.

Ninth level Martial Saint!

It turned out to be another ninth-level Martial Saint!

Zhuge Longming was injured by Jueyunzi and has been in seclusion to recuperate, so his reputation has not been obvious in recent years.

But anyone who is familiar with the Lianxin family knows this person’s name.

Before he was injured, Zhuge Longming's strength was definitely higher than Zhuge Jinyu's.

That is to say, he was unlucky to meet Jue Yunzi, who was the master of swordsmanship and chess. Otherwise, this Zhuge Longming would have been a peerless strongman who could suppress one side.

…

Above the void.

Zhuge Jinyu stretched out her hand expressionlessly and pressed down suddenly.

Boom!

The sky and the earth collapsed, and the wind and clouds changed color.

It was as if there was a huge mountain pressing down on the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain.

Destroy heaven and earth.

The power of the ninth-level Martial Saint was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

The destructive power generated by just reaching out is enough to destroy the surrounding mountains for hundreds of miles.

And while the mountains were rolling down, a loud laughter sounded from somewhere on the top of the mountain.

"Hahaha... Old Ghost Zhuge, I didn't scare you last time, but you still dare to show up..."

boom!

A giant hand holding up the sky rose from the Ten Thousand Souls Mountain, and with one palm, it shattered the giant mountain that fell from the sky.

The next moment, there was a flash of light and shadow, and three figures appeared in front of the two people.

Seeing these three people, the expressions of the warriors onlookers became extremely strange.

Because, the famous Miao Miao Sanren and another mysterious old man wrapped in black robes were both half a step behind. Instead, "Chen Yu", a ninth-level Martial Ancestor who was not a Martial Saint, stood in front of him. middle.

This scene caused a lot of turmoil in the hearts of many people.

The ninth-level martial saints all had to stay half a step behind to show their respect. Chen Yu, the God of War Sect, was so powerful that he dared to be so domineering.

Zhuge Jinyu's eyes were fixed on the old man in black robe, and finally he said the man's name in a cold tone:

"Prison Master of Black Mountain!"

Compared with Miao Miao Sanren who is pedantic and stubborn and has his own code of conduct, the Black Mountain Prison Master who acts unscrupulously and has no scruples is actually the serious problem of the Lianxin family.

Over the years, the Lianxin family has suffered many disasters from the Black Mountain Prison Master.

If Zhuge Longming hadn't been seriously injured and Zhuge Yangming had to guard the Holy Relic battlefield, the three great saints of the Lianxin family would have joined forces to cut out this thorn in the flesh.

The prison master of Heishan sneered and said: "Old ghost Zhuge, I didn't expect you to actually come to the door... You are really brave, I admire you..."

There was undisguised sarcasm in his words.

The two of them were "talking and laughing" and "breathing sweet things", but they didn't notice at all that the warriors who were watching near Wanhun Mountain were dumbfounded.

"Ninth-level Martial Saint!"

"Heart-killing Alliance, there are two ninth-level Martial Saints standing guard!"

"Prison Master of Black Mountain? I seem to have heard this name somewhere..."

"He is the big devil who killed the Lianxin family hundreds of years ago alone, kidnapped a seventh-level martial saint, and finally walked away..."

"Hiss! It turns out to be the evil star. Now... it's interesting."

is not that right.

Just now, two ninth-level martial saints from the Lianxin Family arrived, and everyone thought that the Heart-Zhuan Alliance was about to fail.

Who would have thought that the Heart-Zhuan League would actually have two ninth-level Martial Saints in charge.

Today's strength balance seems to have been reversed.

Although Zhuge Longming was powerful in the past, he was injured after all.

It's okay to deal with ordinary seventh-level Martial Saints, but if you really want to fight against a Martial Saint of the same level, you're probably going to be in trouble.

so……

Is it possible that the Lianxin Family will be defeated?

With such thoughts, everyone around them felt their scalps go numb for a while.

Ling Feibai clenched his fists tightly, his eyes full of unwillingness.

Why?

A small Heart-killing Alliance could actually confront the Lianxin Family, and even... gained the upper hand?

Luan Yiming also squinted his eyes and laughed softly: "It's interesting... I thought it would be a one-sided massacre, but I never thought that there would be a second ninth-level Martial Saint in the Heart Killing League..."

Li Hongyun, who was standing next to him, had red eyes flashing as if he was observing something.

In front of Wanhun Mountain, the war is about to break out.