Nine Revolutions of the Stars Technique

The old eunuch looked at Han Yang calmly, and suddenly smiled and said: "Old slave finally understands why the master chose you to be the young master's consort..."

After saying that, he ignored Han Yang and left with Chen Qiaoqian in the air.

The figures of the two people shuttled back and forth, and it didn't take long before they left the secret realm of Xuan Yi Palace.

Looking at Chen Qiaoqian who couldn't help but shed tears on her cheeks, the old eunuch said with some distress: "Young master, if you miss your consort, you can actually stay with him. It won't matter if you delay a month or two..."

Chen Qiaoqian wiped away a handful of tears, squeezed out a smile and said: "If I stay with him now, I will only become a burden to him and bring him danger... I must become stronger! Only by becoming stronger can I be with him forever. He’s together!”

After Han Yang blew up his acupuncture point and fought to the death with Ji Feihua, she knew that she couldn't stay with Han Yang for the time being.

If the six dynasties and the ten holy sects attacked together, using her as a weak point, Han Yang wouldn't even have a chance to escape.

Because she knew that Han Yang would never abandon her and escape alone.

Therefore, even though she was extremely reluctant to let go of Han Yang, she chose to follow the extremely powerful old eunuch and leave.

When the old eunuch heard this, he took a deep look at Chen Qiaoqian.

This girl doesn't seem to be as innocent as she thinks.

She already knows what to do and what not to do.

With a humble smile on his face, the old eunuch set up a golden light, enveloped Chen Qiaoqian, and disappeared without a trace in an instant.

…

Xuandao Palace.

After the old eunuch and Chen Qiaoqian left, the scene fell into a strange state of silence.

In particular, the expressions of many Martial Kings in Xuandao Palace were extremely stiff.

Han Yang and Xuan Yi Palace almost became mortal enemies.

Now, there is no ninth-level Martial King in Xuan Yi Palace. If Han Yang takes the opportunity to take action, the foundation of Xuan Yi Palace will definitely be destroyed.

"Owner!"

Ji Xiangtian was obviously aware of this and looked eager to give it a try.

This is the Xuan Yi Palace, the home base of Holy Land-level forces.

God knows how many treasures are hidden inside.

"Your Highness the Demon King..."

Han Feiyun had no choice but to stand up and said with cupped hands: "I, Xuan Yi Palace, have absolutely no intention of being an enemy of you. Elder Ji alone cannot represent the will of our Xuan Yi Palace. I hope you won't do it because of her alone. And it has harmed our entire Taoist palace."

Zuo Fenghua looked at Han Feiyun in surprise, but admired Han Feiyun who stood up bravely.

What a courage!

After saying this, Han Feiyun almost broke up with Ji Feihua.

Maybe Ji Feihua will come back, and then she will never be spared.

Han Yang ignored Han Feiyun, but turned his gaze to somewhere in the mountains where the main hall of Xuan Daodao Palace was located, with a slight curvature at the corner of his mouth.

After a moment, he withdrew his gaze and said to Han Feiyun: "Xuan Yi Palace has besieged and killed me many times in the wild land and has a grudge against me! But Xuan Yi Palace also trained Qiao Qian to the realm of King Wu, which is considered a favor to me. There is a favor. After today, all grudges will be eliminated! From now on, whether you are an enemy or a friend depends on your own choice."

Han Feiyun opened his mouth but stopped talking.

With the kindness that nurtured Chen Qiaoqian, there are still many possibilities between Xuan Yi Gong and Han Yang, the current legend.

Now the mere words of resolving the grudges will cut off the future between the two.

But she couldn't say anything to stop him.

It is true that the Taoist palace surrounded and killed Han Yang, and it was indeed a mortal enemy.

Being able to resolve it because of Chen Qiaoqian is already considered a generous act of Han Yang's mind.

Just when everyone thought that the matter would be revealed, Han Yang said calmly: "But I will kill Ji Feihua!"

Dare to give Chen Qiaoqian to Jiang Huanyun, the evil king of the Heavenly Demon Sect, to make a cauldron. If she doesn't die, who will?

Han Feiyun lowered his head, as if he had not heard these words.

Not to mention her, even Xin Mingzi, who was closest to Ji Feihua, seemed deaf at this moment.

Anyone who jumps out to speak for Ji Feihua now will definitely die.

The martial kings of Xuan Daodao Palace had only one thought: to send away the Demon King Han Yang, the God of Plague, as soon as possible.

The longer he stays in the secret realm of Xuandao Palace, the more tens of thousands of years of Xuandao Palace's foundation will be the greater the risk of being overturned.

After saying that, Han Yang walked with his sword and prepared to leave with Xiao Jiuer and Ji Xiangtian.

When passing by the Tianmo Sect's team, he stopped and looked at Beichuan Nan with an indifferent expression.

Bei Chuannan couldn't help but stiffen, and hurriedly said: "The matter between Elder Jiang and Ji Feihua has nothing to do with us, we..."

Bang bang!

Han Yang was seen killing the other two Martial Kings of the Heavenly Demon Sect with a few clicks of his fingers.

Beichuannan and the others were as silent as a cicada, not even daring to move.

Until Han Yang and the others left with their swords.

Bei Chuannan let out a sigh of relief: "Fortunately, I don't practice Yin and Yang magic skills..."

The two Martial Kings who were killed, like the Evil King Jiang Huanyun, had practiced the Yin-Yang Demonic Skills with women as the furnace. It is no wonder that Han Yang suddenly killed him and showed no mercy...

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"Master...why don't we take the opportunity to destroy Xuandao Palace?"

Ji Xiangtian was a little confused.

After leaving the secret realm where Xuandao Palace was located, she finally couldn't help but ask.

This opportunity is so rare.

King Zhenzong Wu was beaten away, and the rest were no match for Han Yang. Xuandao Palace, an imperial force that had been inherited for tens of thousands of years, was like a delicate girl opening her arms, allowing others to ravage her.

She couldn't figure out why Han Yang would give up such a good opportunity.

The base camp of a Holy Land force makes me drool just thinking about it.

Han Yang's face turned slightly pale.

Today's battle broke out twice, and he had indeed reached the end of his strength.

With his current strength, fighting against the ninth-level Martial King was somewhat reluctant.

After he left the Xuandao Palace and boarded the flying boat, Han Yang said calmly: "Do you really think that there is only one ninth-level Martial King in charge of the Xuandao Palace?"