The rest of the young heroes all gathered here. They tried to find a way to cross the river, but the results were hopeless.

I can't get by, I've filled in countless lives, and I've tried everything that should be tried, but I just can't get by.

The furthest is Qiu Hai, who seems to have found a way to cross the river, but for some reason still touches the Netherworld. The fury of that day and night, no matter how against the sea of hatred, even if there are 10,000 lives, it will be taken into it. The only clues were lost in the black waters.

Who else can use his ghostly speed to try frantically like Qiu Hai, to find the clues of the crossing of the river. It can't even be done empty.

"'Uncrowned King', it's a joke! Why don't I tell you what I've found out and then step into the Styx, a complete fool! And 'peerless elegance', I'm sorry!" Wang Zhen sneered.

Lin Feng, Huoshenzi, Xiong Da, Xiong Er, and Yuyu were already heartbroken, and when they saw Wang Zhen insulting Feng Ming, they stared at their blood-red eyes and rushed over.

Seeing this, the people of the Four Alliances also lined up and waited for it.

"Stop!"

Soku quickly intervened between the two teams to stop it.

The son of the god of fire said to the empty sky: "The empty sky, are you going to be ungrateful?"

"I can't be ungrateful to say it, you look around, how many people are left, I just want to spare a few more lives to try to cross the Netherlands!" said Sora.

Everyone looked around, and their hearts chuckled, and the total number of people was less than three thousand, and sorrow welled up in their hearts.

"Do you know how many people there were when my Zhongmeng first stepped into the 'Golden Ancient Road'?" said Kongkong with a sad face, "50,000 people, how many people are left now?"

"Hah, ha, ha!" the mournful laughter echoed around, "there were less than seven hundred. ”

After emptying the air, tears fell: "Do you know how many people there were when you first entered the 'Golden Ancient Road'?"

The others shook their heads slowly.

"There are a total of 230,000 people who have stepped on the 'Golden Ancient Road', and now there are less than 3,000! 230,000! Hahaha! 230,000!"

Others were filled with grief in their hearts.

"Now these 3,000 people are going to fill all of them into this Styx, will there be any fighting?"

The empty voice was poignant, revealing endless sadness. Simeng and Lin Feng lowered their heads one after another and put away their weapons.

"Qiu Hai is our way of life, risking his life, so that he will die, and we admire him very much. Now you have insulted him, Wang Zhen, you bow three times and bow nine times to apologize, and then be the first to cross the Netherworld. Otherwise, we will swear that you will be put to death, and your soul will be immortal. Kongkong glared at Wang Zhen with blood-red eyes, "Let's start now!"

The other four sons of the Chinese League, Tiansuan, and merchants also surrounded and coerced Wang Zhen to kowtow and apologize.

Wang Zhen's face turned pale, and he looked at the other three sons of the Four Alliances and the rest of the Four Alliances for help. But at this time, no one dared to come out and speak up, Wang Zhen's words were indeed a public outrage, and countless living beings rushed into the Styx River without hesitation, they died for the living, and they deserved to be admired.

Now that Wang Zhen has insulted the sea, it is actually equivalent to insulting the countless heroic souls who sacrificed their lives to explore the method of crossing the Styx, and it has even chilled the hearts of the young heroes who want to rush to the Styx.

Everyone looked at Wang Zhen angrily, and that gaze wanted to tear Wang Zhen apart.

Wang Zhen knew that he had committed the anger of the people, and his face turned pale, so he had to kneel down and bow to the Netherworld River three times and nine times.

Everyone dodges a passageway. Wang Zhen's face showed a hideous color, and he laughed and walked towards the Netherworld River......

"What's that?"

Suddenly, someone screamed as they pointed to the depths of the Styx. The others hurriedly looked up, only to see a light in the depths of the Styx, flickering and flickering......

That flickering is the flower.

At the moment when Feng Ming fainted, the flower shone brightly, radiating all around. The light purified and dissolved the surging black gas, black water, and corpses, and then turned into pure breath and sucked into the flower. Feng Ming was also sucked into the flower with those pure breaths. The flower sucked the pure qi of the Dao into the stamen, and Feng Ming's body was also sucked into the stamen, lying there quietly.

The surrounding black gas and black water corpses frantically poured towards the flower, pressing down with a thunderous momentum, wanting to crush the flower. The flower continued to release light, dissolving and purifying the surging black gas, black water, and corpses, and sucking them into the stamens of the Dao Pure Qi.

The terrifying Styx and the bright flowers are like the confrontation between the devil and the angels, one crazy, one calm, one crushing, one purifying. The two went toe-to-toe in the depths of the river, stirring up the entire Styx.

As time passed, the flower appeared more vivid, magnificent, delicate, and bewitching. Suddenly, the flower released a stronger light that swept all around, melting and purifying all the black gas, black water, and corpses that swarmed in. Streams of pure qi accompanied by the rays of light rolled back into the stamens, and the surroundings returned to calm in an instant.

The stamen suddenly spewed out a large amount of pure qi to envelop Feng Ming, and Feng Ming's mouth involuntarily let out a moaning sound......

Feng Ming felt like a young baby in the haze, lying in the mother's womb, feeling quiet, safe, comfortable and comfortable......

He sucked on the nutrients his mother had given him, and felt himself grow rapidly......

Feng Ming opened his eyes and was surprised to see that he was lying on top of the stamen, the pure white qi of the Dao Dao was drilling in his body and in his divine consciousness, the wounds on his body were as intact as before, and they were better than before, the divine sea was even more condensed, and the pure white qi of the Dao washed the divine sea, making him extremely happy, and his mouth involuntarily let out a moaning sound.

The pure white qi seemed to have a spirit, and after Feng Ming woke up, he "swished" back into the stamen.

At this time, a message appeared in Fengming's sea of gods: the flower on the other side, pick this flower, ride on it, and cross the other side of the river.

Feng Ming was ecstatic, and the method of crossing the river originally fell on the flower on the other side. Feng Ming raised his eyes and looked around, only to see that the flowers on the other side were very large, like a round giant ship, emitting a shining light, the light passed through, the water waves were not rising, the black gas dodged, and the corpses flashed. It's peaceful and refreshing, in stark contrast to the eerie horrors not far away.

Feng Ming touched the petals and stamens with his hands, and found that it was very hard, better than gold and steel, but his eyes looked delicate and weak, and Feng Ming couldn't help but be amazed.

Feng Ming jumped out of the flower, only to see that the stem of the flower was as thick as a pillar, and when he touched it with his hand, he felt that it was stronger and stronger. Feng Ming felt uneasy in his heart, and he didn't have the slightest confidence in breaking the stem.

Feng Ming tried his best to punch on the stem, Feng Ming was ready for a protracted battle, but as soon as the fist touched the stem, the stem was broken with a "click".

Feng Ming was disappointed: this flower is so fragile, how can it withstand the wind and waves?

Feng Ming punched the flower again, only to hear a "boom", and then Feng Ming was shocked and flew out.

"Strange!

Feng Ming shouted while circling around the flower, the second monk was confused, there were such strange things, but there were many things in this "Golden Ancient Road" that made him incomprehensible. Feng Ming simply stopped thinking about it and returned to the flower.

"This is too big, how many True Yuan do we need to move this flower forward?"

Another problem was in front of Feng Ming, and Feng Ming's joy disappeared without a trace.

"Xiao Jin, give me the real yuan, drive the boat!"

Whether he can urge this flower boat, Feng Ming has no score in his heart.

Feng Ming punched on the water, the flower boat actually moved, Feng Ming was overjoyed, and punched on the water again and again. The boat slowly headed for the shore where the others were.

The flower emitted a Dao light, tore open the black curtain in front of it, and slowly moved forward, where it passed, the water waves were not rising, the black qi dodged, the corpses flashed, and the color of bewitchment disappeared.

But Feng Ming was too happy, and when he threw tens of thousands of punches, the flower only drifted out of a short distance.

In the end, Xiao Jin directly quit work, jumped out, muttered his little golden mouth, stomped on the little golden feet, and a small gold finger pointed at Feng Ming is a meal of "chirp".

Feng Ming stared at Xiao Jin inexplicably. This made Xiao Jin even more angry, climbed on Feng Ming's shoulder, and nodded Feng Ming's head "chirping", which means that Feng Ming is stupid.

The little firebird also took the opportunity to slip out, twisting its buttocks, one of its wings pointing at Feng Ming, and giggling in its beak.

Feng Ming was stunned by them.

Xiao Jin was so angry by Feng Ming's demeanor that he grabbed Feng Ming's hair that had just grown out and swung it down, walked to the stamen, bit his finger with his mouth, and then hung his finger on the stamen.

Feng Ming suddenly realized, it turned out that Xiao Jin meant that the flowers on the other side had spirits, and they needed to drop blood to collect them.

Then Xiao Jin asked Feng Ming to take out the green eagle egg and drip blood, and then handed it to him to hatch.

Feng Ming took out the green eagle egg from the storage ring, bit his finger and dripped blood on the green eagle egg, and then handed it to Xiao Jin. Feng Ming took out the bird's nest again and handed it to Xiao Jin. Xiao Jin took the bird's egg and nest inside, and then turned into a golden light and sank into Feng Ming's body. And the little firebird was still laughing.

"Silly bird, stop laughing, come and help drive the boat!"

Feng Ming's words frightened the little firebird into Feng Ming's body with a swish.

"Sample, laugh at me!

Feng Ming said as he bit his finger and dripped blood on the stamen. After the stamen devoured the blood inside, Feng Ming suddenly felt connected with the flower, and he could control its size at will.

Feng Ming shouted "small", and saw that the flower became smaller. Feng Ming was overjoyed, and even called "small, small, small......" until the flower turned into a boat.

Feng Ming stepped on it and punched the water, and the speed of the flower was much faster than before. But the river was too thick, and after walking a distance, Feng Ming felt very struggling.

Feng Ming asked Xiao Jin to lose the true yuan to him, but Xiao Jin ignored it.

"Sample, I've learned to ignore people!" muttered Feng Ming.

"Small, small, small......"

Feng Ming had no choice but to make the flower smaller. The flower is also amazing, it can shrink infinitely.

Seeing this situation, Feng Ming was full of interest, and in the Styx, he was "big, big, big......" for a while, and "small, small, small......" for a while, and he actually played in the Styx.

The bright and dark scene that the people on the shore saw was caused by Feng Ming playing with that flower.