Tiepocheng glanced at Han Yang with a request for instructions.

In just half a day, she was completely impressed by Han Yang's unpredictable methods.

Originally, she had only understood thirty-five tactics, and was one step away from the realm of thirty-six Marquis.

But Han Yang taught hundreds of battle letters with the sound of the way of heaven, which actually allowed her to enter the realm of enlightenment.

In just one day, it is only one step away from the Thirty-Six Warcraft.

Since then, even without the help of Han Yang's Heavenly Dao, she only needs three or two years to condense the thirty-six battle wheels and enter the realm of a marquis.

Even the three major titles of marquis of the Hundred Battle Alliance did not have such methods as Han Yang.

How can you disrespect?

"Let's go, take me to the mausoleum..."

Han Yang has no time to waste on the so-called undead beads.

His only goal is tomb.

"Master, can Xiao Jiuer and I use these undead to condense the body of the false god?"

Jixiangtian asked eagerly.

Han Yang has been suppressing the two of them.

Li Xuanyu and others have already become true gods, but they have not even condensed the bodies of the false gods. Jixiangtian has long been impatient.

"Don't worry..."

Han Yang said lightly: "When you arrive at the tomb, if the emperor's talisman or the immortal evil spirit still has fragments of rules left, you can condense the body of a false god..."

The future of Jixiangtian and Xiaojiu'er is broader than that of Hai Ziyi and others.

Ordinary pseudo-god bodies will only waste their talents.
Chapter completed!