Traveling Through the Grave Robbers' Chronicles: Starting from Meeting You

Chaoyan looked at Hanyan who was lying on the bed, hesitated for a moment, thought about it, and finally stepped forward and walked to Hanyan's side.

She patted Han Yan's shoulder comfortingly, sighed lightly, and handed Han Yan a yellowed ancient book.

"In this book, there are formations that can be used to travel through various small worlds. If you don't want to stay here, you can go back to the previous world and take a look."

After she finished speaking, she turned around and left without saying anything else. She had experienced this kind of thing herself and she knew that she could only get out of it on her own.

In these six realms, no one can help her except Han Yan herself.

The people in the Star Temple left one after another, and Lord Haoyue stood there with no intention of leaving.

Han Yan noticed his gaze, turned around and looked up at him, her eyes full of confusion and puzzlement.

"Lord Haoyue, do you have anything else to do?"

Lord Haoyue hesitated for a moment, and slowly clenched his hand hidden in his sleeve into a fist. After thinking for a while, he placed the magic sword in front of Hanyan.

"What does it mean that Lord Haoyue gave me the sword of the Demon Abyss? Do you think that I will become a demon because of Lord Jimo's departure?"

“No, this magic sword was passed down from ancient times. It has the power to cut through the heavens and destroy the earth, slay gods and demons. However, time has changed, and now there are almost no people in the demon world who can bring out the true power of this sword.

I saw you using the Qiankun Sword to kill Haoyang Tianzun on the battlefield before. The sword power was so strong that I thought you should give it a try."

Han Yan stared blankly at the dark black magic sword. After repeatedly confirming it in her mind, she finally understood the real intention of Lord Haoyue in giving the magic sword to her.

"I understand what you mean. Don't worry, he won't live for too long. I will definitely avenge Jimo Divine Lord."

Lord Haoyue did not say anything more. It was enough for everyone to know about this matter. There was no point in saying more.

Mo Qilin was guarding outside the Star Temple. He and the temple lost their master at the same time. Under the starry sky, he felt for the first time that the Star Temple was empty and lonely.

Since Han Yan got the magic sword, he has locked himself in the Galaxy Temple every day, trying every possible way to improve his cultivation, just to unleash the magic sword's maximum power as soon as possible.

Chao Yan was still going back and forth, shuttling between various small worlds, searching for the fragments of the soul of Lord Xuanxiao. Every time she found nothing, she would run to the Xinghe Temple to find Hanyan and cry to her heart.

Han Yan knew that Chao Yan had been searching for Lord Xuanxiao for tens of millions of years and had been lonely for tens of millions of years. She was not really crying, she just wanted to find someone, someone who shared the same suffering as her, to talk to.

After the great war between gods and demons, Xingchen restrained his previous noisy temper and practiced hard every day, hoping to transform into a human form as soon as possible.

Lord Haoyue, Lord Biwu, Goddess Xuanji and Goddess Qingyin are busy running around every day, trying to revitalize the six realms as soon as possible.

Sometimes, Han Yan walked alone in the silent world of gods, and she would suddenly feel in a trance that nothing seemed to have changed at all, and she was still the person in the fairy world who only knew how to be alone.

But after waking up, the cruel reality told her that everything had already undergone earth-shaking changes invisibly.

Han Yan stood under the starry sky, gazing into the distance. She had been with the magic sword day and night, and her body had gradually become contaminated with a strong demonic aura.

A deity from the divine world, but with demonic aura lingering around her body, she now seems to be no different from the former Haoyang Tianzun.

They are all for the obsession in their hearts, for the desire in their hearts...

Before she knew it, a thousand years had passed. As time went by, Han Yan's longing for her old friend increased instead of decreasing.

Once upon a time, she spent three thousand years alone in the fairyland and did not feel lonely or desolate at all.

Now, she has ascended to become a god, and in such a short period of time, she has experienced so many things. Now, only a thousand years have passed, but she already feels...

Time is long and life is hopeless.

Han Yan held the magic sword in her hand and looked up at the bright moon hanging high in the sky. Now she was not willing to wait any longer.

But in the blink of an eye, she appeared outside the cell where Haoyang Tianzun was imprisoned.

The cell was surrounded by numerous barriers, and Haoyang Tianzun, who now had no divine power left, had no chance of escape.

Haoyang Tianzun felt the fluctuation of spiritual power around him. He opened his slightly turbid eyes and looked at Han Yan who was standing outside the cell.

"It's you? What are you doing here? Killing me? Revenge for Jimo? I advise you not to waste your energy.

I am immortal and have an eternal life span. Even the laws of nature cannot kill me. You? Forget it."

Han Yan frowned and stared at him, her eyes like knives, as if they wanted to pierce through his chest, crush his heart, and make him bleed all over.

Haoyang Tianzun ignored Han Yan's hateful gaze, raised the corners of his lips, and revealed a disdainful smile.

"Humph, now I am not afraid to tell you that I have been plotting against Jimo since he was born.

Whether it is Jimo God in the divine world or his reincarnation who has experienced tribulations, they are all firmly under my control.

Even if he is a god in the divine world, what can he do? After all, he is still a chess piece in my hand that can be discarded at will! "

After Haoyang Tianzun finished speaking, he looked at Han Yan with eyes full of pride. He was very sure that Han Yan would not be able to do anything to him.

"Get out of here! Don't stand here and get in my way!"

"Don't worry, soon, everything in this world will no longer be an eyesore to you."

As soon as Han Yan finished speaking, the magic sword suddenly came out of its sheath and floated beside her. A thousand years have passed, and the magic sword is no longer the ordinary one it once was.

The magic sword was pitch black in color, emitting a fiery red light, and a flame-like light flowed on the blade.

"Sword Technique, the sky is full of stars!"

Han Yan let out a light shout, and the magic sword in her hand burst out with infinite brilliance, as if the stars in the sky had fallen to the earth, dazzling to the extreme.

She swung her sword, and the light instantly turned into thousands of sword beams. Endless flames condensed from the void and merged into a huge flaming phoenix in mid-air.

The fire phoenix let out a loud and clear cry, spread its wings and flew into the sky, bringing with it raging flames and earth-shattering power, and pounced towards Lord Haoyang.

Tianzun Haoyang looked at the flaming phoenix approaching him, and suddenly an unprecedented fear arose in his heart. He retreated step by step until he had nowhere to retreat.

His back was pressed against the cold wall, his eyes widened in horror, and in his infinitely dilated pupils he could only see the raging, blazing red flames.

A phoenix with flames all over its body passed through his chest. Haoyang Tianzun only felt a burning sensation in his chest, followed by endless severe pain.

The bright red blood dyed the silver-white robe red, and Haoyang Tianzun opened his eyes wide, full of disbelief.

Until he took his last breath, he still seemed unable to believe that he would die at Han Yan's hands.

Han Yan looked calmly at Haoyang Tianzun, who died with his eyes open, with a hint of sneer on his lips, and his heart was filled with the pleasure of revenge.