When the Holy Son was killed by a sword, the remaining few people all fell into a sluggish state.

The talisman given by Martial Ancestor was actually broken into pieces?

Moreover, it was cut with a knife and directly nailed to death the Holy Son holding the talisman.

This scene shattered what little reliance they had in their hearts.

"Fight him!"

A saintess holding a defensive talisman roared angrily and rushed towards Han Yang with great courage.

The moment she approached Han Yang, a voice that sounded like it came from hell sounded in her ears.

"Nine turns without form, the fourth turn!"

boom!

The fourth red light rose from Han Yang's body.

Han Yang's aura was incredibly enhanced by another level.

Before the saint girl had time to feel the panic, the next moment, Han Yang's knife had already struck her.

It’s still the God of War’s Cursed Seal Knife.

It's still Qinglong Po.

In the roar of the green dragon, the terrifying blade is chilling.

"Jointly defend..."

Halfway through the words of the saint, she received no response and was shocked to find that the four companions who were supposed to rush forward with her actually dispersed.

They... escaped.

The courage of these saints and saints was frightened. From the beginning to the end, she was the only one who rushed towards Han Yang with a brave and fearless attitude.

"You... idiots."

The last shrill scream came from her mouth.

puff!

The Blade of Mu Shang penetrated it.

die.

After the execution, Han Yang, with a sinister smile on his face, swayed, stepped on the magical clouds in the sky, and shot out like a phantom.

The four saint sons who escaped were indeed fools.

They were so scared by Han Yang that they only focused on escaping, but they forgot one important thing.

The Martial Ancestor Talisman can give them defense and attack, but it does not give them speed.

After four turns, Han Yang's current speed was no less than that of a sixth- or seventh-level warrior.

With the speed of their third-level warriors, there was no way they could escape.

If you can't even see this, you are nothing but an idiot.

puff!

puff!

Two bloody lights shot into the sky.

The two men holding attack talismans were killed with a single blow without even being able to counterattack.

Only then did the other two realize how stupid their escape was.

Unfortunately, they have no chance to regret.

puff!

puff!

After burning the incense, the other two saints were also beheaded by Han Yang.

Armed with the Martial Ancestor Talisman, the most powerful siege operation formed by the Eight Saint Sons was declared a complete failure.

"Hahaha... I like this feeling..."

Whether it was the self-destruction during the King Wu period or the nine wounds during the Emperor Wu period, they all exploded at once, releasing all the power in one go.

If it's cool, it's cool.

But it would be a pity if it was only for a moment.

After Wu Zong, the Nine Injuries advanced to the Nine Transformation Phaseless, and the power of self-destruction was sealed in the body, layer by layer, giving Han Yang more choices.

But now, the unrivaled power brought by the fourth revolution made him feel powerful that he had not seen for a long time.

After ascending to the Blue Sky Realm, Han Yang encountered many powerful enemies, many of which made him feel powerless.

Now, with the Nine Transformations of Formlessness, everything is different.

"Nine turns without form, fifth turn!"

boom!

Another red ripple lit up Han Yang's body.

His speed and power at this time have reached the level of the eighth-level Martial Lord.

A series of terrifying cracks spread all over the body.

It made his whole body feel as if it was about to be torn apart.

If he were placed outside Tianwu Paradise, this kind of injury might kill him as long as it lasted for a few breaths.

But this is Tianwu Blessed Land.

It's your own home court.

The Nine-turn Wuxiang was destroying his body crazily, while the Blessing of Heaven and Earth and the Purple Qi of Hongmeng were crazily repairing his injuries.

Put him on the verge of collapse and not collapse.

boom!

The blood exploded.

Han Yang's speed once again surged several times.

…

"Hahaha! It is indeed a blessed land. I like this feeling..."

"I'm about to make a breakthrough!"

"Three thousand years have passed without further progress. Today, the second level of the Martial Lord is broken!"

"These lower realm barbarians actually dare to compete with us for the Hongmeng Purple Qi. Kill them all."

A group of Martial Lords who broke into the Blue Sky Realm were very excited to enjoy the opportunity of the Heavenly Martial Paradise.

Some people even cannot hide the evil thoughts in their hearts and want to plunder and slaughter the "natives" in Tianwu Paradise.

At this moment, a bloody light flew past them.

boom!

Like bloody thunder.

These martial masters, whether they were second or third level, were all reduced to rubbish by the bombardment.

When the blood light disappeared between the sky and the earth, all the martial lords of the Qingtian Realm died, leaving only corpses on the ground.

The extraordinarily abundant luck is fed back to this blessed land, making the Hongmeng Purple Energy blessed by heaven and earth even more intense...

…

"Bah! A bunch of wild dogs from the upper realm! You want me to speak ill of the Demon Emperor? Impossible!"

A Tianwu Martial King cursed loudly at the Martial Lord in front of him.

As time passed and the Tianwu Dynasty was established, many truths gradually became known.

Now, no one in Tianwu Continent knows that it was Han Yang who rescued Tianwu from the Shenbang Organization.

It was Han Yang who took the Tianwu Continent to the upper world and gave everyone new life.

These intruders from the upper realm want to use their own words to humiliate His Majesty the Demon Emperor Han Yang. They are simply wishful thinking.

"The barbarians from the lower realm dare to speak evil words..."

A third-level Martial Lord said coldly: "Come here, kill his sect and see if he can still be so stubborn. He..."

boom!

Before he finished his sentence, red thunder swept across.

When the Heavenly Martial King who had closed his eyes and waited for death opened his eyes again, hundreds of upper realm warriors in front of him, whether they were Martial Emperors, Martial Sects, or Martial Lords, were all reduced to blood scum.
To be continued...