"What kind of river is this?"

Ning Qinghua saw Wang Wei's dejected face, and knew that the Heishui River in front of him was afraid that it had a great origin, so he asked a little urgently.

"Styx, the true river of death!"

"Doesn't the River Styx mean the Yellow Springs?"

In the minds of ordinary people, this Yellow Spring is the River Styx, the two are one and two, two and one, but they are just different pronouns, but seeing Wang Wei so out of shape now, Ning Qinghua knew that his original idea was outrageously wrong.

It took a long time for Wang Wei to come back to his senses before he found that Ning Qinghua looked confused, and immediately explained the real reason for the River Styx.

The ancient cultivators said that there are nine heavens in the sky and nine earths in the earth! Among them, the Nine Places refer to the Nine-Eyed Yellow Spring of the Netherworld, so in ancient times, the Yellow Spring was also known as the Nine Springs. These nine-eyed yellow springs gush out of the yellow spring water all year round, and eventually converge into the Lethe River in the underworld, which is commonly known as the River Styx.

In the ancient poem, the so-called "right and wrong do not cross the Lechuan River, there is no right or wrong before the Sansheng Stone", in fact, after the soul enters the Netherworld, after crossing the Lechuan River, it is necessary to abandon the right and wrong of the previous life, leaving only one soul to go to the Sansheng Stone to be reincarnated.

Of course, this Lethe River is a river of Styx to ordinary people, and even the vast majority of cultivators think so. However, Wang Wei, a ghost cultivator, has more or less obtained some secrets because of his service next to Di Xin, including the legend of the real Styx.

I heard that it is under the Yellow Spring of Nine Eyes. There is also a surging black river, this is the real River Styx, the water flowing in this river is the most yin and cold thing in the world, once any matter falls into this river, it will be broken into powder in an instant, turned into a wisp of smoke and lost, even the soul and divine consciousness.

Ning Qinghua listened to Wang Wei's introduction. This look suddenly became as white as winter snow, if I hadn't been more careful, just a little bit of Styx water, I wouldn't have been able to end up with a soul now.

With such a yin water in the world, Ning Qinghua really wanted to make some spare, but when he heard Wang Wei say so frightened, he was a little timid.

"The hosts. This Styx water is more effective than the Yellow Spring Water, and it is thought to be used in the soul hooking pen. More powerful! ”

Wang Wei's whole mind was on the black river in front of him at this moment. I didn't notice the change in the expression on Ning Qinghua's face.

"How does it work? Didn't you just say that this human world is a qiē substance, and when you encounter this Styx, it will turn into light smoke! ”

Ning Qinghua glared fiercely at Wang Wei, the guy who temporarily dropped the chain, a ghost who was usually sluggish, but now how did this brain become so dull.

"No, no, no!"

Hearing Ning Qinghua's words, Wang Wei noticed the unhappiness in the other party's tone this time and turned around. Seeing Ning Qinghua with an indignant face, he was really taken aback. Anyway. Ning Qinghua is his current master, if he is the target person. I really didn't even have the time to shout injustice, and immediately explained without hesitation,

"Everything in the world is mutually reinforcing, even if this Styx water is the water of the yin, but there are also things that restrain each other."

"This soul hook pen can suppress the water of the River Styx?"

Ning Qinghua took out the ink jade soul hooking pen that he had just collected for his own use, and he was a little incredulous.

The material of this soul hooking pen does not seem to be a stable thing, holding it in his hand, Ning Qinghua even has an illusion, this rod is like some mollusk ordinary, unusually slippery, but it will not really fall from his hand.

"Everything in this world, except for earthworms, no other living animals and plants can approach the nine-eyed yellow spring, and the soul hooking pen in front of you is made of the remains of the black jade earthworm, which is relatively not corroded by the water of the Styx." …,

Ning Qinghua couldn't have imagined that the soul hooking pen in his hand was actually made by using the corpse of an earthworm, which was really a bit unbelievable.

Of course, Ning Qinghua didn't know that in the "Mencius" of the Warring States Period, there was an introduction to this aspect: Fu worm, eat the soil on the top, and drink the yellow spring on the bottom.

It's just that ordinary earthworms are naturally not so magical, as long as the so-called Moyu earthworm is an ancient alien species, it can have such an effect.

It's really hard to find a place to break through the iron shoes, and it takes no effort to get it!

Ning Qinghua had been struggling to find the yellow spring water there, even if he tried his luck by running in person, he was afraid that it would be too late. At the moment, since there is something more effective than yellow spring water, Ning Qinghua is a little overjoyed.

Ning Qinghua infiltrated his own divine consciousness into the soul hooking pen, wanting to leave his own divine sense imprint underneath, so that when he used it at the moment, it was naturally like a finger. It's just that it took almost ten minutes, and Ning Qinghua didn't engrave his divine sense imprint into this soul hooking pen, which made him confused.

You must know that any cultivator will engrave his own divine consciousness imprint on all the offensive and defensive magic weapons that he carries with him, so that he can easily control them as he wants. Of course, if you are fighting for the magic weapon of the past from someone else, and you want to take it for your own use, you need to erase the mark left by the other party in the magic weapon and engrave your own divine sense mark instead.

Of course, this is limited to ordinary magic weapons, such as the Supreme Ding, which are completely different concepts. This kind of Dao vessel that collects the most spiritual and holy things of heaven and earth, from the moment he is born, is engraved into the will of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Ordinary cultivators, even those with great supernatural powers, could not fully control a single Dao weapon. Of course, every cultivator who has urged the use of this Dao artifact will leave a unique trace on the outside of this Dao artifact, and as the time passes, these divine marks will merge with the will of the Great Dao, and they will have their own opinions.

On that day, Ning Qinghua was in the boundless universe, and what the Jizi Phantom said was that the Supreme Ding himself inherited Ning Qinghua and assisted him in surviving this Jindan catastrophe, he just happened to meet him, and this is what he said.

Obviously, this soul hooking pen will not be an ordinary spiritual weapon, and there is no way to engrave my divine sense imprint on it.

"Master, what are you doing?"

Wang Wei saw Ning Qinghua meditating with his eyes closed on the side, and the soul hooking pen was quietly hanging in the air.

"What the hell is this, how can it not be engraved with the Divine Sense Mark?"

Hearing Ning Qinghua say this, Wang Xiaodeng was a little embarrassed, and when he saw that the joy on Ning Qinghua's face was getting stronger and stronger, he finally told a lie.

"The remains of this black jade earthworm can even suppress the water of the Styx, and the day after tomorrow is to block the qi consciousness of a qiē, even if the owner really attaches his divine consciousness to it, and wait for the next sticky Styx water, it will not still be melted by it."

This truth only needs to think about it a little, and naturally it will be understood, Ning Qinghua also made the mistake of emperialism, always thinking that all magic weapons must need to be engraved with divine sense marks, so he had such a funny move just now.

Since there is no way to use divine consciousness to control the soul hooking pen, Ning Qinghua took it in his hand and carefully inspected it, and finally found that the brush hairs at this end are actually different materials, but they are white, although I don't understand, the difference is the regret of the Moyu earthworm, how can there be two colors, but Ning Qinghua thought of how to write calligraphy in elementary school.

It's a complicated step, ink.

Ning Qinghua carefully controlled his own outward release and let himself hover above the River Styx. Although the water of the River Styx is turbulent and imposing, and the sound of hitting the riverbed is like an ordinary evening drum and morning bell, dull and long, but on the surface of this river, it is quiet and waveless, and it feels very strange. …,

Holding the pen of the soul hooking pen, the pen hair was quietly on the water of the Styx, and in an instant, Ning Qinghua felt that the pen in his hand weighed more and more kilograms, if it weren't for Ning Qinghua's extreme fear of being physically frightened now, and other cultivators from the Jindan realm came here, this sudden increase in weight might have pulled people into the Styx.

Lifting the means violently, Ning Qinghua could clearly perceive that he had just touched the soul hooking pen that only had a greasy feeling, and at this moment, it was not only amazing, but also revealing the coldness of the bones.

It is not the water of the yin, even if it is collected in the regret of the Moyu earthworm, it can show such a chill, and it is truly worthy of its name.

Just quietly, Ning Qinghua estimated that the Styx River water received from the soul hooking pen at this moment was only two or three drops, but this weight had reached thousands of catties, which was really terrifying.

However, for Ning Qinghua, such a weight is still within the range of bearability, and with this rare object, Ning Qinghua also wrote a word on the cliff behind him on a whim, but he didn't want to, this word can really be written, but it distributes the qi of cold to yin.

Just ordinary words can have such a miraculous effect, if you use this to draw a spell, its power may not reach the Cheng dù of the magic weapon, but if it is an ordinary spiritual weapon, I am afraid it is difficult to compete with it.

Thinking about the purpose of this soul hooking pen, Ning Qinghua was really happy to scratch his ears and cheeks at this time, and a number of ideas came to his heart, and he couldn't wait to realize these ideas one by one now, and see how amazing its power was.

Originally, Ning Qinghua thought that these two or three drops of Styx water, I was afraid that I would have to finish playing if I couldn't write two words, but after this real yàn, I understood that the soul hook pen could extract the yin and cold qi from the Styx water and use it for writing and drawing.

On this trip to the secret place, Ning Qinghua can be regarded as having achieved a satisfactory sowing, but as for the fragment, Ning Qinghua stayed in place as usual and did not move. Since even Wang Wei didn't know what that thing was, for the sake of safety, it was better to touch it less. Just the soul hooking pen and the water of the Styx that he has sown now, Ning Qinghua has a full plan to deal with those cultivators who come to him to trouble. (Your support is my biggest motivation.) )

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