Han Muye's eyes narrowed, and his gaze fell on the strange beast that sprang out of the river.

The whole body is gray and white, the body is 100 feet long, the horns are black, the eyes are red, like a fish body with four legs, and the long claws flash with cold light.

The long and narrow body writhed, setting off huge waves.

There are no fins on its back, but there is a pile of transparent feathers attached to it.

"Don't use the Divine Soul to probe, this thing will chase after it when it smells the Divine Soul." Ke Yang stared at the underworld beast that turned over on the surface of the blood-colored river, and said in a low voice: "The underworld beast in the Styx is to feed on the divine soul. ”

Devouring the Soul?

If a person does not have a spirit, he is a walking dead.

"Hey, it's a loss, it's a loss."

Ke Yang grunted, raised his hand a little, and on the sail above his head, scattered bits of pure divine souls turned into golden beans.

This is the condensation of pure divine soul power.

This bean can be directly integrated into the soul and enhance the power of the soul.

With such a pure divine soul, one can be worth at least a hundred immortal spirit stones.

The key is that this thing is Dan Dao, and it is difficult to condense.

Ke Yang waved his hand and threw those golden soul crystals onto the river thousands of feet away behind him.

The Divine Soul Crystal fell, and the dark beast was immediately lured, stirring up the waves, slowly spreading its wings behind its back, and then rushing over.

This time, Han Muye saw clearly that the pair of wings were ten zhang wide, which was completely disproportionate to the fat body of the beast.

But with these thin and short wings, it can fly with the beast.

"Everything in the River Styx does not float, the Styx Beast is an alien, this one is just a young beast, the real adult Stygian Beast is thousands of feet long, and its wings are spread out to cover the sky and the sun."

"It is said that there are still eight-winged beasts in the River Styx, that is," Ke Yang shook his head, and fear flashed in his eyes: "Anyway, I haven't seen it, and everyone I've seen it is dead." ”

Han Muye nodded.

When encountering such a powerful beast on the River Styx, there really aren't many people who can escape.

The beast was attracted by those few divine soul crystals, and the river slowly returned to calm.

The divine souls that Ke Yang had attracted before had not been able to condense so many divine soul crystals, no wonder he said that he had lost it.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the sails on the boat.

"This sail is made of the wings of the beast, and the hull is the bones of the beast." Ke Yang seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile.

Really.

"The Soul Grinding Banner is the secret treasure of my Styx Ferryman clan, and only the patriarch knows how to refine it."

"Quite a few people have tried to beat our people's ideas, but they all ended up in the River Styx."

"The River Styx is the shackle of our clan, fate, and our strongest guardian."

Ke Yang spoke out with emotion.

Huang Lao Liu, who was on the side, suddenly spoke: "Is your sister the patriarch of your clan now?" ”

"I remember when she went back to Styx, it was because the tribe was unguarded."

Ke Yang nodded, his face complicated.

The sailboat moved forward, and none of the three spoke.

This dark world of the Styx also has heavenly light, reflecting the blood-red river, showing a bit of brilliance.

Han Muye saw the black shadows on the boat, all of them were like skeletons, wearing black robes, there was no soul fluctuation, and he only knew what it looked like to mechanically manipulate the sailboat.

It reminded him of the war puppets in Burial Immortal City.

The black shadow on this ship is extremely similar to the war golem, but the appearance is different, and the battle armor is missing.

"Here we are." Ke Yang's voice came.

Turning his head to look ahead, a small island appeared.

The island looked like it was only ten miles in circumference, and from a distance it looked verdant.

Closer, it's all flowers and trees.

Blooming.

There is also a verdant island in this river of blood, and there are ten miles of flowers, which is rare.

On the blue-black reef, a female nun wearing a long white dress and fluttering clothes stood there.

"Sister, look who's coming!" Ke Yang called out loudly.

The female cultivator chuckled and looked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu also showed emotion on his face and nodded lightly.

"Ke Xue, it's been a long time."

The nun nodded, her gaze turning to Han Muye.

She actually recognized Han Muye, and said with a chuckle: "It turned out that Senior Brother Han was here, and Senior Brother Han's demeanor is still the same." ”

It turned out to be an acquaintance.

But why didn't Huang Lao Liu introduce her to everyone at the beginning?

When Han Muye turned his head, he just saw Huang Lao Liu twist his head away.

On the island, there are not only Ke Yang and Ke Xue sisters and brothers on the island, but also thousands of people.

According to Ke Xue, the Styx ferryman clan has their own mission, which is to guard the Styx.

The River Styx gushes every 100,000 years, and the River Styx ferrymen need to step in to pacify the River.

There are also powerful beasts in the River Styx, and they also need to hunt them.

"There is a holy city of Styx in the depths of the great river, and to get there, you need a ferryman to send it on a sailboat."

"The man you are looking for has probably gone to the Holy City."

Looking at the jade plate that Han Muye took out, Ke Xue spoke.

The holy city of Styx, which holds the secret of reversing life and death.

It is said that you can recall the person you want to find in the Endless Spirit.

It is also a holy place for countless people who have come to the end of their cultivation and do not want to be reincarnated and re-cultivated.

Because in the Holy City of Styx, it is said that if you pay the price, you can replace the decaying body and spirit and regain life.

Looking at it this way, Li Mubai may be in the Holy City.

Ke Xue said that he was going to the Holy City, and it would take some time for a big ship to go to the Holy City.

There are thousands of ferrymen on the River Styx, who will bring people gathered from all over the world to the Holy City.

Han Muye was wandering around the island, but Huang Lao Liu didn't know where he went, and he couldn't see anyone for several days.

There were also outsiders on the island, who had paid the price and were extradited to the island to wait for their way to the Holy City.

These people can only be repaired in a fenced stone house.

Han Muye has been to see it, and most of them are demon cultivators who are about to end their lives, or they are cultivating to cut off the way forward.

There were also two cultivators among them, both of whom looked to be dying and old.

For Han Muye to be able to walk freely on the island, these people are extremely envious.

"Brother, don't you want to know how that soul grinding banner is refined?"

"Let's go, Ke Xue has promised to show you."

When he reappeared, Huang Lao Liu seemed to be in good spirits, pulled Han Muye's sleeve and left.

When he reached the stone house on the top of the island, Han Muye saw a huge stone platform in the middle.

On the stone platform, a blue-gray transparent wing spreads.

These are the wings of the beast.

This one was bigger than the one I had seen in the river.

Ke Xue, dressed in white, stood beside the stone platform, holding a golden needle in her hand.

There are golden threads behind the golden needles, but the threads are connected to her own body.

"Spirits as threads?"

Han Muye was stunned.

Condensing the soul into a line, this method is not difficult to say, but it is not easy to be involved.

Not everyone is as perverted as him, able to forge a long sword with a divine soul.

Ke Xue nodded, raised her hand, and the golden needle passed through the wings.

At this time, a flash of blue light flashed on the wings, attaching the golden thread to it.

"Cover the entire feather wings with the divine soul, and cover the front and back wings ten times."

"To make a sail, you need at least five of these wings."

"If you see that great ship, you will know why that treasure can carry thousands of people."

The soul is drawn into threads, and then slowly woven on the wings, which is unimaginably hard.

Ke Xue knitted stitch by stitch, her soul was devoured by her wings, and her face showed a hint of paleness.

She stopped, and a golden soul crystal appeared in her palm.

The crystals melted, entered her body, and slowly refined.

It's hard to imagine how much time and soul this sail would take.

Of course, when a sail is refined, it is unimaginably strong for the tempering of the soul.

"With your clan's thorough study of the Divine Soul and the huge power of the Divine Soul, if you leave this place, you will definitely be able to gain a foothold." Han Muye suddenly spoke.

Ke Xue showed more than just a spiritual line.

This kind of delicate means of controlling the divine soul, if it is a battle, in the same rank, unless the power of the divine soul is abnormally strong, otherwise it will not even be able to hold a face in front of the Styx ferryman.

Not everyone in the Styx Ferryman clan has such a strong divine soul power, and Ke Xue is the only one in the clan here who can refine the sails.

"Leave?" Ke Xue looked up at Han Muye, and then turned his gaze to Huang Lao Liu.

"Sixth brother also said."

"But that's our fate."

Ke Xue shook her head, then looked into the distance.

"The big ship is coming, you can go."

"If the sixth brother is free in the future, he can come to see me again."

Listening to this voice, why do you feel a little resentful?

Huang Lao Liu sighed, nodded, and walked out of the stone house.

"Actually, you can take my sister away." Outside the stone house, Ke Yang looked at Huang Lao Liu.

"I can refine sails too."

"Can you suppress the River Styx?" Huang Lao Liu turned his head to look at Ke Yang.

Ke Yang was stunned for a moment, with a look of loss on his face.

His cultivation couldn't suppress the waves of the River Styx riot.

If they can't hold it down, then the island where their people live will be swallowed.

"The Styx ferrymen live on the River Styx, and they are protected by the River Styx, and outsiders dare not harm them, nor can they hurt them."

"If they leave this place, I don't know how many demon cultivators will take action and devour their souls."

Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on the blood-colored river and spoke softly.

Styx suppresses the power except for the divine soul and qi and blood, and those demon cultivators are nothing in front of the Styx.

Conversely, if the Styx ferrymen leave the Styx, those demon cultivators have countless means to hunt them.

As Ke Xue said, this may be fate.

"Actually, it's not impossible." Han Muye whispered softly.

He didn't go on.

He has some memories that belong to the Styx Immortal Venerable, and he knows some secrets.

Perhaps, if you really get the relics of the Styx Immortal Venerable, you will be able to leave here.

"Whew-"

Ahead, a horn sounded over the river.

A huge building ship 300 zhang long and 50 zhang high appeared.

Eighteen hundred-foot-high sails, each with a golden streamer.

This is at least a fairy treasure, and it is also the best among the fairy treasures.

These eighteen sails alone, once they are agitated, they can be captured by the Immortal Monarch's Divine Soul.

I really didn't expect that there would be such a powerful treasure in this Styx.

Also, without such treasures, the Styx Ferrymen would not have survived.

"The Boat of the River Styx, if you board the Boat of the River Styx, you can go to the Holy City, and you can reverse the ...... of yin and yang" An old man in a gray and black robe walked out of the stone house below, his face full of excitement.

There is a decay in him that is difficult to suppress.

Heaven and man are decayed.

This is a strong man who failed to break through the barrier between human immortals and celestial immortals and was blocked from the immortals.

Heaven and man are declining, and life will be exhausted.

The cultivators in the stone houses all stepped out, staring longingly at the approaching Styx Boat.

"Let's go, I'll get you on board." Ke Yang said in a low voice.

The ship stopped ten miles away.

Ke Yang drove the sailboat and sent the twenty-three cultivators stationed on the island, and asked him and Huang Lao Liu to send him and Huang Lao Liu onto the big boat.

To board the ship, these cultivators need to pay for spirit stones, fairy spirit stones, divine soul crystals, or other treasures.

According to what Ke Yang said, the value is about 30 million spirit stones.

This price is something that a Heaven Realm cultivator can come up with.

But it's almost all of your belongings.

The cultivators who boarded the ship one after another honestly handed over their treasures to several black-robed people standing on the deck.

The divine soul power revealed on these black-robed people is heartbreaking, at least it is the realm of the Heavenly Immortal Cave Void.

It's just strange that they don't look like real people, but rather stiff like puppets.

Ke Yang went to the deck to find a gray-haired old man standing at the bow of the ship and whispered a few words, the old man nodded, and his eyes fell on Huang Lao Liu and Han Muye.

"Okay, they're exempt."

The old man's words made the surroundings turn in surprise and envy.

Thirty million spirit stones, this is a lot of wealth.

"Sixth brother, take care." When Ke Yang got off the boat, he bowed his hand to Huang Laoliu.

Huang Lao Liu watched the sailboat piloted by Ke Yang leave, and his eyes fell on the island not far away.

"The days of wandering on the edge of life and death back then are really different when I think back to it." He grunted and turned his head to see Han Muye's strange eyes.

The three-hundred-zhang boat slowly left, and Han Muye and Huang Lao Liu were arranged in a fairly neat quiet room.

There are already two demon cultivators among them.

One of these two people is Feng Yi, the god of the Heavenly Realm who is about to die and has cultivated to be severed, and the other is a true person of the Demon Cultivator Shihara who is in the Semi-Saint Realm and goes to the Holy City of the Styx to find opportunities.

Feng Yi may be talkative because of the end of his life.

Ishihara rarely spoke.

Feng Yi got on the boat half a year ago, and with the big ship, he has been cruising the River Styx for half a year.

The ship had nine floors, and the third floor was where they lived.

The higher you go, the higher you need to cultivate, or add money.

Double the fare for the ship.

The ninth floor is said to have been inhabited by the strongest among the immortals.

"Even if it's an immortal, isn't it to cross the River Styx to reverse life and death?" Feng Yi whispered with some emotion.

If someone really understands life and death, and is free for a lifetime, that is a true immortal.

But how can there be an immortal in the world who can really break through the vain and have no desires?

According to what Feng Yi said, the ship would have to travel on the River Styx for a hundred days before it could set foot on the Holy City.

"When you arrive in the Holy City, you have a chance to reverse life and death." Feng Yi's eyes were full of longing.

Ishihara turned his head slightly, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

Huang Lao Liu only said that he came to the Holy City to seek opportunities.

Han Muye carried a sword on his back and wore a mask and did not speak.

A day later, the sound of a horn sounded on the ship.

Ishihara rolled over and rushed out of the quiet room.

"When we encounter the Styx Beast, the master of this Styx Ship will hunt the Styx Beast, and we can get some benefits by doing it." Feng Yi said as he rushed out.

Han Muye and Huang Lao Liu glanced at each other and walked out of the quiet room.

It was already visible that there were cultivators everywhere outside.

Someone watched, someone rushed to the deck.

In the midst of the blood-colored waves, the whole big ship gently undulated.

Three of the eighteen sails were raised, and one of the hundred-foot-high sails flashed with golden light.

The golden light turned into a rope, and a blue-gray beast thirty feet long was in the river in front of it.

The body of this strange beast was different from the beast they saw last time, it was round and full of long thorns, bound by golden ropes, and kept roaring, and the sound was like a baby crying.

"It's a horror beast, this guy's thorns are not easy to deal with."

Someone whispered, quietly shrinking back.

The golden rope dragged the thirty-foot beast to the bow of the boat, and then smashed down on it with a "Peng".

Dozens of cultivators of different shapes swarmed up, smashing down various weapons in their hands.

"When—"

"When—"

These weapons smashed against the long thorns of the terrifying beast, as if weapons collided, and the sound was crisp.

A large man with a long axe cut off a black spike that was a foot long, and dragged it backwards.

At this moment, the terrifying beast let out a low roar, and the hundreds of spikes on its body shrank sharply, and then exploded with a bang.

The hundreds of spikes flew out, with a roar, piercing the bodies of the cultivators who surrounded them.

The big man dragging the spikes was the worst, and two long thorns dragged him to a thick mast and tied it tightly.

Blood was all over the floor.

No one cared about these cultivators who had been pierced through their bodies, and more people pounced on them, and the weapons in their hands cracked and slashed at the body of the terrifying beast, bringing out a puff of golden blood.

Divinity!

The soul beast has a divine nature flowing through it.

As soon as Han Muye's body moved, a few ups and downs came to the body of the Horror Beast.

He raised his hand and slapped it, and the terrifying beast's rough body cracked open, and golden blood spurted out.

With a gesture of reaching out, a surging divine soul and divinity were intertwined, turning into a golden streamer flashing in his hand.

Sure enough, it is divinity, but it is too thin, and it does not even have the richness contained in the body of the most ordinary demon beast in the god realm.

However, the fusion of this divinity and the power of the divine soul can allow people to improve the divine soul a little when absorbing the divine nature.

This is nothing in the divine realm, but it is already quite precious in the immortal realm.

In the mundane world, this blood is a treasure.

The divine power can revive the power that has been depleted in many people's bodies, and the replenishment of the divine soul power can loosen the realm of people.

Good stuff indeed.

"Drink—"

A big man in black magic armor slammed the long knife in his hand, and the blade flashed with magic light, cutting half of the body of the terrifying beast with a single sword.

The golden blood flowed, and the entire body of the Horror Beast trembled a few times, and it fell silent.

A black-robed man stepped forward, raised his hand to collect the body of the frightened soul beast that had been killed, and then raised his hand to throw out two golden soul crystals to the black-armored man.

The big man smiled and took the Divine Soul Crystal, then raised his hand and led the golden blood scattered around him into a golden thumb-sized ball.

Neither of these things can be found anywhere else.

Killing a terrifying beast, the waves were still rolling in the river in front of him, and a hundred-zhang long beast could be seen, and on the other side, there were three even larger beasts slowly floating their bodies.

This beast is obviously not low-minded, looking at the boat of the river Styx, it does not come closer, but only stirs up the waves, trying to overturn the big ship.

"Hum—"

There was a roar from the ninth floor of the Ship of Styx, and another sail was raised.

On the four sails, there are slowly golden streamers flickering.

The three-headed beast turned around and tried to flee, but it was already shrouded in golden light scattered from the sails.

The beast, shrouded in golden light, began to struggle, pulling the boat along with the waves.

Generations of golden light flashed, stalemate with the beasts.

On the deck, the eyes of those cultivators were shining brightly.

The wings of the Beast are a precious material for refining sails, and its bones can be used to refine bone boats and cross the River Styx.

The blood contained in the flesh and blood, the power of divinity and divine soul is richer than that of the Soul Beast.

"Hunt the Beast." There was a voice from above the big ship.

Hundreds of black figures flew out and walked away on the waves.

These are the black-robed men on the boat, each holding a three-zhang long fork, and the long fork flashes with cyan fairy light.

The fork was pierced into the back of the beast in the snare, and blood splattered everywhere.

The golden blood sparked the eyes of the cultivators on the deck.

The wafting golden divine aura is fascinating.

"Drink—"

It was still the big man who had slashed the horror beast with a knife before, and he flew up.

His body spanned thousands of feet and smashed directly on the back of the beast.

The long knife slashed down, and the golden blood gushed like a fountain.

The beast roared in pain, its body rolling, and the sword-wielding man rolled off with his long knife, crushing him into the blood-colored river.

On the boat of the River Styx, several more figures rushed out, stepping out with the strength of their bodies, and the weapons in their hands fell down.

These are all strong people who have cultivated the strength of the flesh and can break through the defenses of the body of the beast with a single blow.

"Brother, I'm going to have fun." On Han Muye's side, Huang Laoliu chuckled.

On his body, a black armor covered his body, and a golden war spear appeared in his hand.

Xianbao.

However, he deliberately concealed the aura of the immortal treasure, and outsiders could only perceive the strength of this war spear.

Flying up, a black phantom appeared behind Huang Lao Liu.

Ten zhang phantom, six arms and three heads, holding the spear, stabbed out with a blow to the body of the belly-flipped beast.

"Peng—"

The body of the beast churned, and rolled over again.

The knife-wielding man who was drowned in the river breathed a long sigh of relief, covered in blood-colored river water.

He looked up at Huang Lao Liu, who was condensed behind him, and grinned.

Huang Lao Liu held a war spear, and every blow could make the beast roll.

The more it rolled, the tighter the snare became.

In just a moment, the beast covered in golden blood did not move.

The sword-wielding man raised his hand and made a move, and the blood turned into two golden balls of light that watermelons laughed loudly.

"My name is Luo Blade."

Hand one of the balls of light to Huang Lao Liu, and the big man spoke loudly.

Huang Lao Liu unceremoniously raised his hand to take the ball of light, and then waved his hand and said, "My name is Huang Zhenxiong, you can call me Sixth Brother." ”

After speaking, Huang Lao Liu turned his head to look at the underworld beast that was not suppressed by the snare in the direction of the bow of the boat: "How about it, do it?" ”

Luo Blade's eyes lit up, and he laughed: "The sixth brother is mighty." The younger brother admired. ”

With a swing of the long knife in his hand, he stepped on the floating corpse of the beast and rushed out.

"I'll come first!"

Before his voice fell, he was in mid-air when he heard a whistling sound behind him.

The six-armed phantom crossed his body, and the golden spear condensed into ten feet, and slammed down on the head of the beast in the river.

At this moment, on the boat of the River Styx in the rear, everyone's eyes fell on Huang Lao Liu.

Even above the nine floors, some people nodded slightly.

"This man is brave." The person who spoke was blue and black, with fangs and vertical eyes, and was clearly of a different race.

"Six arms and three phantoms, the Demon Dao Holy Icon, if you can cultivate to a high depth, you can't be underestimated." Another black-bearded Taoist dressed in black armor with thick arms whispered.

"Boom-"

Huang Lao Liu in front of him smashed down with a blow, the water waves were surging, and the golden blood light rose to the sky.

The body of the hundred-zhang body of the underworld beast sank abruptly into the water, and then rolled in pain, and the long and narrow body slapped down on Huang Lao Liu's head.

Huang Lao Liu laughed, raised his six arms behind him, and stood up to the sky.