The next moment, all the warriors around Du Longyun, including those from the Beast Yuan Sect, quickly moved away and distanced themselves from him, as if they were avoiding the plague.
Not to mention Han Yang's current status in Yuanzong.
Han Yang's kindness in saving them was enough to make them obey his orders.
This Du Longyun, who repays kindness with evil and speaks evil words, deserves to die.
"I...I..."
Du Longyun even wanted to commit suicide.
How could he have known that Han Yang would dare to come back in such a grand manner.
I thought that King Wu's suppression of Yuan Zong meant that Han Yang was not far away from death, so he couldn't help but mutter a few words.
Who would have thought that it would be heard by Ji Xiangtian.
"Your Highness the Demon King... I... I don't mean to offend, I..."
Du Longyun's knees softened and he knelt on the ground with a thud.
This scene made the surrounding warriors even more contemptuous.
Previously, Yuan Zong warriors were forced to kneel down after their kneecaps were shattered when they were crushed by the King Realm force field.
There are even Lu Fengxian and others who would rather die than kneel.
Compared with these people, Du Longyun's entire spine is soft!
Even the other warriors of the Beast Yuan Sect blushed and felt ashamed to see others.
Du Longyun has lost all their face.
Even when Du Longyun thought that he would be punished by Han Yang, or even slapped to death, Han Yang didn't even look at him and walked straight towards the flying boat.
Ignore!
Total disregard!
"Oh……"
Mu Chen and others were puzzled at first, and then laughed bitterly at themselves.
Everyone thought bad.
With Han Yang's current status, how could he care about an ant clamoring in front of him.
Du Longyun was not even qualified to be killed by Han Yang!
It wasn't until the backs of Han Yang and others disappeared that Du Longyun realized that he seemed to have saved his life, and he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.
However, at this moment, Mu Chen spoke on the side: "Du Longyun of the Beast Yuan Sect, I have committed a crime below and repaid kindness with hatred. You are not worthy to be a disciple of my Yuan Sect. From today on, I will abolish my cultivation and be expelled from the sect. I will never be able to join the sect!"
In one sentence, Du Longyun was thrown into the bottomless abyss.
"No...Sir, please spare my life..."
Du Longyun was begging for help as if he were mourning, but Mu Chen didn't bother to pay any attention to him.
Even the other warriors around him stared at him indifferently, their eyes full of anger.
Two Yuanzong disciples, with dark faces, picked up Du Longyun and took him out of the Yuanzong Mountain Gate!
Du Longyun, it’s over!
It can be expected that without his cultivation, he will never survive for a few days.
Boom boom boom boom!
At the gate of Yuanzong Mountain, a flying boat slowly took off in the sky.
"Han Yang, Wan Sheng!"
Overlord Spear Zhou Tong suddenly raised his arms and shouted.
Lu Fengxian and Rong Mingzhu looked at each other, laughed, and imitated this look, raising their arms and shouting: "Han Yang, Wan Sheng!"
"Han Yang Wansheng!"
Everyone in Yuanzong raised their arms and shouted.
For a time, in the mountains, there was only Han Yang Wansheng's voice, rising and falling one after another.
…
On board the flying boat.
Ji Xiangtian stood beside the boat, listening to the cheers coming from his ears, feeling unspeakable envy in his heart.
Back when they were in the Heavenly Way, they were so domineering that it would be no exaggeration to say that everyone was shouting and beating them up. How had they ever seen such a cry coming from the heart?
"It would be great if someone supported me like this..."
Blinking his eyes, Ji Xiangtian looked at Han Yang expectantly.
Han Yang ignored her and focused all his attention on the Thousand Leaves Divine Sword.
Pick up two of them and bring them together towards the middle.
Buzz!
A ray of light flashed.
The two Thousand Leaf Divine Swords actually merged into one.
Around the sword body, light like water waves flows past, shining brightly.
"This sword is indeed something extraordinary."
Han Yang merged the divine swords one by one with great interest.
Ten pieces!
Hundreds!
Two hundred pieces!
In the end, a total of 360 Qianye Divine Swords from the sects under Yuanzong 18 were merged into one.
Boom!
Boom!
At the moment when the three hundred and sixty Thousand Leaf Divine Swords merged into one, a terrifying divine power rippled from the sword.
On the side, Ji Xiangtian, who was watching curiously, was crushed to the ground by Shenwei with a bang, and he lay on the board of the ship in embarrassment.
"How, how is it possible... this divine power... has at least reached the level of the sixth-order Martial King!"
Ji Xiangtian's little face was distorted.
The originally inconspicuous Qianye Divine Sword, after being united, actually possesses a pressure no less than that of a sixth-level Martial King, which is simply terrifying.
"Sixth level Martial King?"
Han Yang smiled mysteriously and said: "It's a pity that I don't use my soul now, so I can't activate the full power of the Divine Sword. Otherwise, you will definitely know the true power of the Qianye Divine Sword..."
The auspicious sky crawled away like an insect.
She swore that as long as the Qianye Divine Sword appeared, she would definitely stay away.
This thing doesn't distinguish between friend and foe, it's so scary.
If he were to be attacked by the Qianba Divine Sword while fighting an enemy, his whole life's reputation would be in vain.
After the auspicious sky climbed far away, Han Yang frowned slightly.
"Although the Qianye Divine Sword is powerful and miraculous, it is only at the level of a magical weapon... How could Zhang Wuyou, the holy son of the Ming Cult, waste so much effort trying to steal it? What secrets are hidden in it?"
With the knowledge of Han Yang's ninth reincarnation, he was unable to detect the truth hidden in the Qianye Divine Sword.
…
The Glazed Sword Sect is one of the king-level forces in Qingzhou.
It rose to prominence a thousand years ago, and in a very short period of time, it became one of the three major sects in Qingzhou, with very dazzling strength.
Among the sword sects, there is even a sixth-level Martial King who is in charge, even compared to those veteran sects.
Many people even regard the Glazed Sword Sect as a miracle of the Chu Dynasty!
To create a king-level force in just a thousand years is definitely a rare feat in history.
The person who accomplished this feat was the founder of the Glazed Sword Sect.
The Glazed Sword King...Fu Liuxin!
This person practiced martial arts at the age of nine and entered the ninth level of Qi Gathering at the age of fifty-two. It can only be said that his qualifications are acceptable, and he is not even qualified to be listed on the Qianlong Ranking.
But after he advanced to the ninth level of Qi Gathering, he entered the Divine Ruins by chance.
After coming out of Shenxu, he entered the Yuan Dan in three days and reached the ninth level in five years.
Finally, at the age of sixty-two, he became King of Wu.
Even in the entire Chu Dynasty, it can still be ranked in the top fifty!
Now that thousands of years have passed, Fu Liuxin has lived in seclusion, and it has become almost a legend.
Snap!
In the mountaineering pavilion on the main peak, he is as handsome as a young man's heart. He gently falls down and a smile appears on his face.
"Holy Son, it seems that I have won one move!"
The legendary Fu Liuxin had a smile as innocent as a child's.
Opposite him, His Royal Highness the Holy Son, holding the black zi, was none other than Zhang Wuyou, whom he had not seen for a long time.
Zhang Wuyou also had a smile on his face and said: "Ding Gong seems to be happy too early..."
Snap!
As the words fell, there was also a sunspot.
"this……"
Fu Liuxin's expression froze, and he looked at the chessboard for a long time before throwing down the chess pieces in despair.
"I won't play any more... I played hundreds of games with His Highness and didn't win even once. His Highness is really good at calculating!"
Fu Liuxin's almost rogue behavior made Zhang Wuyou smile.
At this time, an elder of the Liuli Sword Sect walked into the mountain climbing pavilion and bowed respectfully.
"Your Highness, ancestor, the fate of King Duan is broken."