Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The Burning Heaven Clan warrior was pale and trembling, but he did not dare to say a word.

He could only watch the blood from his broken arm flowing and splashing on the ground in the corridor.

He was even more convinced that Han Yang was a madman.

Han Yang stood calmly holding the knife, as if waiting for something.

Gradually, the sound of fighting came from far and near.

In one of the corridors, Xing Wulie's figure suddenly appeared.

Behind him, there were seven or eight bronze corpses.

"Run!"

The moment he saw Han Yang, Xing Wulie roared and prepared to turn around.

Although he looked down on Han Yang because of the quota for the ruins, at the critical moment, he obviously had no intention of diverting trouble to others.

This man's character is pretty good.

Han Yang sighed with emotion and said loudly: "Junior Brother Xing, I'm just waiting for them, lure them here!"

Junior Brother Xing is such a ghost!

Do you think you are the senior brother of Yuanmen, the Blood Lotus Swordsman?

Xing Wulie cursed, and was about to scold Han Yang for not knowing what he was talking about, when he suddenly saw nearly a hundred bronze corpses on the square behind Han Yang.

"What? This guy...is so strong?"

Xing Wulie gritted his teeth, turned around, and rushed towards Han Yang.

Only then did he realize that there was actually a Burning Heaven Clan disciple standing next to Han Yang, holding his broken arm and hiding aside and shivering.

"Junior Brother Han, you..."

"Call Senior Brother!"

After saying a few words without speculation, Xing Wulie turned away and simply ignored Han Yang.

At this time, the seven or eight bronze corpses roared and pounced on the three of them.

Canglang!

The dragon's roar of the sword being unsheathed was heard, and Xing Wulie saw only a shrill light of the sword, which lit up in the dim corridor, and the movements of the seven or eight bronze corpses all froze.

The next moment, all the corpses were torn apart and scattered on all sides.

"Who...are you?"

Xing Wulie was so frightened that he took a few steps away from Han Yang, with a hint of vigilance in his eyes.

This guy is so strong!

It's incredibly powerful. Is he really still the new Han Yang?

Han Yang pointed to the square behind him and said with a smile: "There should be a low-grade spiritual weapon inside as a formation eye. Go get it!"

Xing Wulie originally didn't want to talk to Han Yang, but the words "low-grade spiritual weapon" made his eyes light up, and he rushed into the square.

Only when he actually stepped into the broken limbs of nearly a hundred bronze corpses did Xing Wulie realize the horror of this place.

This kind of invulnerable bronze corpse is extremely difficult to kill.

Even if you have a spiritual weapon in hand, you can only fight three or four. Any more will be very dangerous.

But there were nearly a hundred bronze corpses here, and all of them were killed by Han Yang.

This lethality is probably not below the seventh or eighth level of the Golden Bone.

"I don't know where the sect found the monster..."

Xing Wulie stepped towards the center of the square and found a low-grade spiritual weapon inserted on an altar.

The strange thing is that after the death of those bronze corpses, the black corpse blood is continuously gathering towards the altar.

Even the low-grade spiritual weapons on the altar seemed to be infected with a layer of black energy.

Xing Wulie gritted his teeth and reached out to get the spiritual weapon on the altar.

The moment he took possession of the spiritual weapon, he clearly felt that he was being targeted by a malicious force.

This malice made him shudder and his spine felt numb.

"Asshole! I was tricked by that boy named Han!"

Xing Wulie found that where his palm came into contact with the low-grade spiritual weapon, a corpse spot the size of a copper coin appeared.

Moreover, as time goes by, the corpse spots are slowly increasing.

At this rate, I am afraid that in three or two days, these corpse spots will be all over the body.

"Han Yang! What the hell is going on!"

Xing Wulie roared angrily.

Han Yang glanced at the corpse stain on his palm indifferently and said, "This is a corpse stain. Have you never seen it?"

After saying that, he glanced at Xing Wulie with a strange look that you rarely see.

The veins on Xing Wulie's neck were pulsing, "Can I not know that this is a corpse stain? Did you know that there is something wrong with this spiritual weapon and deliberately deceive me!"

"Of course. If there wasn't something wrong with the spiritual weapon, why should I wait for you to get it."

Han Yang looked like it was natural.

Xing Wulie was so angry that he almost exploded. If he hadn't clearly known that he couldn't defeat Han Yang, he would have pounced on him and cut him into pieces.

Han Yang explained with a nonchalant expression: "The spiritual weapon is the formation eye. If you don't pull it out, after the corpse blood accumulates to a certain level, the silver corpse or even the golden corpse will be activated... Your cultivation is so weak, don't waste it and use it." When it comes to pulling out spiritual weapons, should I, the main combat force, do it?"

Xing Wulie opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.

What you said makes so much sense.

If I am weak, I deserve to be contaminated with corpse energy.

Xing Wulie hid aside angrily and shut himself up.

At this moment, he missed his unmatched loyalty, Senior Brother Blood Lotus.

If Senior Brother Blood Lotus were here, he would never be as shameless as Han Yang.

At this time, the sound of fighting was heard again.

After a moment, two figures emerged from the corridor extending in all directions.

Surprisingly, they were two people from Phoenix Mountain.

As soon as she saw Han Yang standing with a knife, Lan Caifeng's eyes suddenly burst into flames. The combination of old and new hatreds made her lead the bronze corpse towards Han Yang without hesitation.

Just when Han Yang was about to take action, a cold voice sounded from behind the corridor.

"Hey, it's quite lively here..."

The next moment, a shadow stretched by the night pearl appeared in the corridor not far away.

"Oh, you stupid bitches from Phoenix Mountain!"

The man sneered and took action boldly.

A flash of light flashed from his hand.

The gun comes out like a dragon!

The force of the gun was like destroying the dead, tearing apart the six bronze corpses behind Lan Caifeng. The remaining force continued unabated and stabbed Lan Caifeng straight in the face.

when!

Lan Caifeng held the knife across her chest and accurately held the tip of the attacker's spear.

A soft cry.

Lan Caifeng's figure was seven or eight feet away, and she was as dexterous as an ape, weaving around the walls of the corridor, avoiding the sharp edges of the intruders.

"A little cold star, ten feet high in the sky! You are the Sedum star!"

The sleeves of the blue phoenix robe waved, spreading a layer of peach-colored poisonous smoke in front of him, and then he spoke with a solemn expression.

Under the illumination of the night pearl, the man holding the gun finally revealed his true face.

This person wears a green robe, is free and unrestrained, and has a scholarly spirit.

However, this person's face made everyone present change their colors in shock.

The left half of his face looked like an ordinary person, but the right half of his face was covered with corpse spots and looked extremely evil.

Even the corner of the mouth on the right half of the face was curved in an unnatural way, as if he was laughing at something.

"Senior Brother Jing!"

When Xing Wulie saw this scene, his expression changed slightly, and he hurriedly wanted to step forward.

But Han Yang stopped him with the back of his knife, "This person may not be Sedum..."

Xing Wulie didn't know that when Qu Yiming and Ma Xingkong were fighting before, he couldn't help but glare at Han Yang.

Sedum Xing, who was holding a spear, chuckled at this moment and said: "Xiao Lie, this junior brother is right, I am indeed not a sedum star..."

After saying this, Sedum Xing slowly turned around.

Xing Wulie couldn't help but take a breath of air.

The right side of his body had become extremely decayed, and a large amount of smoke-like black air was constantly escaping.

This scene made Sedum Xing look like an evil spirit.