Huang Laoliu punched the big man's face crookedly, and then reached out to take the cyan jade back.

"Ancestor, I said that you haven't seen anyone in the past few hundred years, so you came to the River Styx."

Handing the Qing Xuanyu to Tao Ran Old Ancestor, Huang Lao Liu frowned and said, "Why are you about to cut off Shouyuan?"

Tao Ran's current cultivation is only as young as a god, and he is still far from the half-saint realm.

Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Tao Ran Ancestor showed a dejected look on his face and shook his head.

The original Tao Ran Ancestor was an elder on Jiuxuan Mountain, and he had been surpassed by his juniors unconsciously.

His own cultivation talent was not particularly outstanding, and he stumbled again when he was in the half-step Heaven Realm.

Now two thousand years have passed, and it is difficult to cultivate, and there is little longevity.

"Nest, time, morning four-" The big man who was knocked down by Huang Laoliu's punch roared wildly and flew up to pounce.

Huang Lao Liu's eyes didn't blink.

"Peng—"

Luo Blade kicked the guy away with a slash of the stab.

Then, Feng Yi and Ishihara Zhenren had already rushed forward.

Come to Styx or huddle?

The people around them hurriedly dispersed, afraid of splashing blood.

In the River Styx, you can only fight with the power of the body and the soul, and the role of the fist is better than that of the cultivation realm.

After a bang, the big man had fled with his eyes crooked.

If you don't leave, your neck will be crooked.

Here, Tao Ran Ancestor tidied up his clothes and looked at Han Muye.

Even if he is wearing a visor now, and his clothes are full of demonic intent, in the eyes of Tao Ran Ancestor, he is still that high-spirited boy.

"The River Styx is where cultivators like me who have no hope of a future come here, you have a solid cultivation, what are you doing here?"

With Han Muye's cultivation, how can he not be short of Shouyuan, right?

Two thousand years ago, Han Muye had already achieved the ancestor of swordsmanship.

Han Muye smiled, waved his hand and said, "Let's go, go back and talk."

Tao Ran Ancestor came to the Styx World more than two hundred years ago.

He had been wandering in other realms before, and when he heard that there was a method of rebirth in the River Styx, he moved his mind.

"In my life, there are regrets and glories, and the memories of this life are reluctant to be scattered like this, so I want to be able to rebuild them."

Tao Ran Ancestor looked at Han Muye and Huang Lao Liu, with a trace of reluctance in his eyes.

Whether it was self-sacrifice and leaving the sect at the most critical time in Jiuxuan Mountain, or fighting to the death when he returned later, Tao Ran Ancestor never regretted it.

After that, the entire Western Xinjiang took off, and the Jiuxuan Sword Gate series soared into the sky, and Han Muye was in charge of Tianxuan, and finally became the strongest sword cultivator in the Xianyuan World.

Huang Lao Liu also became a great sage who stepped on the sky and cultivated to the sky.

Tao Ran Ancestor and the elders of the Sword Sect followed the natural light, the tide rose, and they were respected everywhere, they did not dare to offend in the slightest, and there was no shortage of cultivation resources.

But sometimes you really don't have to have the resources to practice.

Tao Ran Ancestor and Tuoba Cheng are all stumbling in the heavenly realm.

Tuoba Cheng is good at waiting until the immortal source world is promoted to the immortal realm, with the help of immortal energy, and the cultivation is improved.

Tao Ran left the Xianyuan World early, but missed the opportunity.

Hearing Han Muye say that the Immortal Source World had been promoted to the Immortal Realm, Tao Ran Ancestor showed a trace of confusion on his face, and then shook his head with a wry smile, and his life was also lost when he whispered.

Han Muye took out some immortal spirit stones, and handed over a few divine crystals to Tao Ran Ancestor.

In his opinion, what Tao Ran Ancestor was missing was not a treasure, but the sharp energy in his heart.

"Ancestor, don't worry, we will definitely find an opportunity when we go to the Holy City this time."

Hearing his words, Tao Ran Old Ancestor smiled and nodded.

Huang Lao Liu directly arranged for Tao Ran Ancestor to be on this Styx Boat, with his current name, this matter can be done with just a hello.

Han Muye didn't care about these things, he directly laid out the formation, and then took out the short sword.

The short sword looked mottled and rusted, and he held the hilt of the sword, and with a slight force, he pulled out the scabbard of the sword

It's long gone.

This kind of ancient sword is basically a spiritual severance in it.

But Han Muye saw something different from this sword.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched the hilt of his sword, and the sword of the divine soul in the divine treasure flickered, differentiating a trace of sword intent and landing on the short sword.

"Hum—"

The dagger slammed, and debris fell from the rust on it, and the entire blade seemed to be about to break.

With the infusion of sword intent, one after another images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

Chaos.

Misty.

"Boom—"

A golden flame rises.

That's Skyfire.

The flames that burned heaven and earth struck another column of water with no visible head and tail.

Fire and water collided, swords collided, and countless magnificent forces collided, stirring up the tumbling of the Void World.

The power contained in each blow made Han Muye's body tremble after countless thousands of years.

It's a shudder from the bottom of my heart, from the fear of being unable to resist the force.

"Sting-"

With a sword light, a huge golden armor body that was countless thousands of feet tall was cut off.

The body shattered and turned into a piece of land.

More and more strong people fell, and the shattered power condensed and turned into pieces of the earth.

"Hugh—"

A spear flew out of the void in the distance.

The spear flashed, pinning a large blood-colored crocodile into the void.

The blood crocodile's body shattered, and the dagger rolled with it.

At the moment when the memory dissipated in the short sword, Han Muye saw a divine light descend, enveloping the heavens and the earth.

A towering giant tree collapsed.

There were cheers.

The voice was hazy, as if to say, "It is finished."

It's as if to say, "Alive."

Countless streamers crashed into the divine light, and there were many powerful figures trying to shatter the divine light.

"Smack."

The short sword in Han Muye's hand was completely shattered.

But he didn't care, just a deep halo flashed in his eyes, as if he was engulfed by magical power.

A corrupt force appeared around him.

As soon as that power appeared, the array of light around his body shattered.

In Han Muye's body, the surging qi and blood were constantly surging, but he couldn't resist the erosion of this corrupt power.

But in an instant, his soul seemed to dry up.

"Huh?" A voice rang out.

"It's so bold that he dares to peep at even the power of the calamity."

There was a hint of curiosity in his voice, and then, the trace of the power of the water of the Styx that Han Muye had refined before flowed through his body.

In the void, a strange force was pulled by this force, surging in his body.

"Boy, the strongest power in the world is not too tribulation, it is rare that you can not collapse your body, don't be contaminated with this power in the future."

The sound rang out again, then dissipated.

Han Muye slowly got up and arched his hand, "Thank you Styx Immortal Venerable senior."

Styx Immortal Venerable.

Only this powerful man can save Han Muye, whose body and soul are decaying.

The power of decay is the power of calamity.

The time is uncertain, but it will only happen once in about 10 million years.

It was the power that swept the world, causing all the cultivation forces to collapse and rebuild a new order.

Han Muye had been contaminated with the power of the previous tribulation before, so he would attract the power of the tribulation, and then after being caught up, he almost lost his soul.

Taking a deep breath, Han Muye, who straightened up his waist, felt a shock in his heart.

What kind of powerful power is that, that is, the Immortal Venerable powerhouses are like ants before this tribulation.

Only those giant golden armor bodies can withstand the calamity.

But these strong people also need to devour the power of others to complete the accumulation and excesses of a calamity.

Raising his hand, Han Muye's fingertips were entwined with two breaths.

One is blue-gray, like the power of the world of plants and trees.

The other has the power of decay.

The power of decay is the power of calamity!

Han Muye had actually intercepted a calamity power in his body and controlled it.

If outsiders knew about this, I am afraid it would be terrifying.

The calamity is a catastrophe that occurs only once in at least 10,000,000 years, and it is an unsolvable force in the world.

Countless strong people have fallen, and Immortal Venerable has to do everything possible to save his life.

How could such a powerful force be controlled by living beings?

But that corrupt power is clearly a calamity!

And the other is the power in the last calamity.

"Tsutenki ......"

The strongest person in the last tribulation eventually fell, and the power evolved the heavens and the earth, creating a new world.

This trace of power is the power of the origin of the Tsutengi.

The power of the origin is not as good as the power of the tribulation, but there have been new changes in the entanglement of each other.

"Rules?"

A new world has new rules.

The power of rules is the foundation of world power.

The power of the origin of the Heavenly Wood merged with the power of the Tribulation, and it turned into a new rule.

If he had given Tongtianmu a little more time and allowed his own origin to successfully merge with the Tribulation, he would have become the master of the new era.

Unfortunately, he failed.

"How many people survived the last tribulation?"

How strong will those who have survived one or several calamities be?

Tongtian Immortal Venerable said that he had survived several tribulations, so did he control the rules himself?

At this moment, Han Muye knew in his heart that rules were the power pursued by Immortal Venerable.

Only those who control the rules can survive the calamity.

Otherwise, if you want to survive the tribulation, you can only rely on luck.

"Tongtian Immortal Venerable, what are you planning......

Han Muye's eyes flashed.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable's means were so strong, it was impossible for him to be imprisoned by the Protoss so easily.

Now that he is willing to be imprisoned in the divine realm, what is he arranging?

Han Muye knew that he would eventually go to see Tongtian Immortal Venerable, but he would never go without certainty.

Looking at the two breaths that slowly dissipated from his fingertips, Han Muye showed a smile on his face.

This may be a blessing in disguise.

The power of this rule was actually obtained and controlled by him.

Separation is the origin and the amount of tribulation, and together it is the rule.

Walking out of the cabin slowly, Han Muye could feel a slight difference.

Looking at heaven and earth again, he can see the power in this world more clearly.

For example, the power of qi and blood floating on the River Styx at this time.

In the bloodline, a surging force vibrates, and it seems to be sensing this power.

The Styx Immortal Venerable made a move, attracting the power of the Styx to bless his body, and now he has a little more connection with this Styx.

It's like the beast hidden in the River Styx.

The relationship between the Beast and the River Styx is parasitism and nurturing.

The River Styx nurtured the Beasts, but the Beasts stole their power and turned them into their own power.

The more beasts there are in the Styx, the more the power of the Styx is dispersed.

The Styx ferryman is to help the Styx clean up the Styx beasts, ensure the smooth flow of the Styx, and the pure inheritance of power.

There was no one around, Han Muye raised his hand and made a move, and a blood-colored Styx fell in the palm of his hand.

If this scene is seen by outsiders, I am afraid that my jaw will drop in shock.

The power on the River Styx is imprisoned, except for the power of the soul and the body, all other laws do not exist, and all things do not float.

What power can bring the waters of the River Styx to life?

More than that, at this time

Styx's imprisonment of Han Muye's cultivation has disappeared.

In other words, he can use the sword path cultivation in his body, and he can also use his own immortal path cultivation to cast spells.

Who would dare to believe that a spell is cast on the River Styx?

The blood-colored river water in the palm of his hand turned into a red cloud and dissipated directly.

These rivers have been refined by Han Muye.

Before, it took a long time to refine a drop of river water, but now this cloud of river water has merged into the body in an instant.

Without further testing the change in power, he slowly walked to the deck.

There were very few people on the ship, and most of them were still on the island and had not returned.

Huang Laoliu and they are not there.

"Brother Han, the sixth brother is fighting with people, why don't you go and cheer?" Not far away, an old man wearing a blue-gray Dao robe with a trace of black magic light on his body saw Han Muye and whispered.

Fighting?

A trace of astonishment flashed on Han Muye's face.

Sixth brother still has this leisure?

"It is said that the sixth brother injured a certain person on the boat of the Styx yesterday, and the people over there were not popular, so they challenged the sixth brother, but they were beaten back, and then the matter got bigger and bigger, so they got out of the ring."

The old man told Han Muye the reason for the incident, and then took a small boat to the Xuan Styx Island.

It was only when he took a small bone boat to travel a hundred feet, and suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him.

Turning around, his eyes widened.

Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe, was carrying a long sword and treading the waves, but in just a few steps, he had already flown down on Xuan Immortal Island.

In the River Styx, riding the waves?

Is this possible?

The old man's eyes widened, knowing that Han Muye's figure had disappeared, but he didn't come back to his senses.

Han Muye rushed to Xuanming Island and walked forward quickly, but after a while, he came to a square in the small stone city.

At this time, the square was already surrounded by people, and on a stone platform with a height of three zhang and a square circle of several zhang in the middle, two figures were moving.

The sound of fists hitting flesh was like beating a drum.

Huang Lao Liu was dressed in black magic armor, and his punches and kicks were full of gangfeng, and the big man on the opposite side did not show weakness, and he punched and kicked back and forth, clearly not falling behind.

Huang Laoliu's fist and foot skills are not bad, and when he fights in the demon world, he sharpens his killing methods and purifies them.

Han Muye looked at it for a moment and understood that Huang Lao Liu did not make a dead move.

Huang Lao Liu's demonic cultivation is strong, and his combat power is to suppress the demonic qi, which is also extremely extraordinary.

If he hadn't kept his hand, he would have been able to solve the other party in ten faces.

However, the strength of the other party is indeed not bad, and the cultivation must be the peak of Tianzun, and even practice against the sky, condensing the qi and blood of the whole body, so that he can block Huang Lao Liu's strength.

The condensation and exertion of such pure power is rare.

It is invincible in the same rank.

"Peng—"

Huang Laoliu smashed his fist on the opponent's shoulder, knocking him back three steps.

Not only was the big man not angry, but he laughed and hugged his fists and said, "The sixth brother is mighty, Tang Jin admires it."

As he spoke, he took a step back and said loudly, "From now on, Donkin will follow Sixth Brother in the Styx World."

As he said this, there was a roar of applause from below.

Many people around the ring were clasping their fists and shouting, wanting to follow the sixth brother.

Han Muye probably heard it, Huang Laoliu won many games in a row, and those who came up to try their fists and feet were defeated by him.

These people admired his cultivation more and more, and after this ring, they subdued some like-minded people.

Han Muye felt that this Huang Lao Liu still had to be managed like the sixth sister-in-law, don't let it out.

After that, there were a few more demon cultivators who rushed to the ring, and they were defeated and retreated after only a few rounds in front of Huang Lao Liu.

By the time all the Styx boats had gathered and were ready to cross the Killing Reef, Huang Lao Liu had already gathered hundreds of good demon cultivators around him.

They all moved from their own boats, and they ate and drank on this boat with Huang Lao Liu.

Han Muye was too lazy to take care of it, so he simply kicked Huang Lao Liu out of the cabin.

This makes the original same

Feng Yi and Ishihara Masato in the cabin were a little stunned.

"Hey, Brother Han, although you and Sixth Brother are here together, you shouldn't look at love like this."

"It is beneficial for the sixth brother to gather the strength of one party in the Holy City."

Feng Yi whispered in a somewhat frustrated voice.

Ishihara Zhenren was even more simply, directly packed up his things, and went to follow Huang Lao Liu.

Instead, Tao Ran Ancestor moved to Han Muye's quiet room and chatted with him about the method of fire cultivation and the art of alchemy.

Feng Yi actually knew how to make pills, and when he talked about various Dan Dao with Tao Ran Ancestor, he was quite sympathetic.

"Hey, Dan Dao is extensive, it will be difficult for me to enter the realm of the Grandmaster." Tao Ran Ancestor shook his head and looked at Han Muye, "Mu Wan, that girl has at least entered the saint realm with the Dan Dao, right?"

Mu Wan's Dan Dao cultivation on Jiuxuan Mountain is the most profound.

No, the one who is really strong in Dan Dao cultivation should be the kid in front of him.

Seeing Han Muye chuckling and nodding, Tao Ran Ancestor muttered, "You kid probably has already abandoned Dan Dao......

When Han Muye first studied Dan Dao, he had the same idea as him, all in order to supplement Kendo with Dan Dao.

The spirit stones and treasures exchanged for Dan Dao are used to support cultivation.

Now that Han Muye's cultivation is overwhelming, and the forces behind him are also huge, he doesn't need to refine all kinds of pills by himself at all.

What's more, there is also Mu Wan, a Taoist couple, who is dedicated to alchemy for him.

"Han Xiaoyou," Feng Yi looked at Han Muye, took out a piece of jade slip in his hand and said, "This is the Dan Dao that I have cultivated all my life, you can take a look."

Putting the jade slip on the table, he sighed and said, "Go to the Holy City, I don't know if I can find an opportunity, this Dan Dao inheritance can't be broken."

Although he didn't say it, he understood that he was handing over his Dan Dao inheritance to Han Muye.

Whether Han Muye cultivates it himself or gives it to others, he can at least ensure that this inheritance has not disappeared.

Holding the jade slip in his hand, Han Muye was a little surprised.

This Feng Yi's Dan Dao inheritance still has a lot of merit.

Whether it is the choice of elixir compatibility, or the sublimation of power after the mixture of a variety of low-level elixirs, it has its own unique means.

Sure enough, there is always a way to practice in the world.

He read through his mind very quickly, but he read all the information in this jade slip in a few moments.

Seeing that he was silent, as if he was thinking deeply, Feng Yi shook his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity that you can't use the power of cultivation here, otherwise the old man can use the alchemy method with his own hands, let you take a closer look."

He thought that Han Muye was stumped by the very advanced alchemy methods in the jade slips.

Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed and suddenly raised his hand.

A golden shroud of light shrouded the chamber.

The moment the light shrouded him, both Feng Yi and Tao Ran Ancestor felt trembling all over.

There was a trace of aura surging in them.

"This, this—" The corners of Feng Yi's mouth trembled, but he couldn't speak.

Above the River Styx, there is an aura, how is this possible?

But at this time, he had already sensed the surge of aura power in his body.

Tao Ran Ancestor shook his head with a complicated expression.

"I knew it."

"It's not strange that anything strange has happened to you."

He had been shocked countless times since Han Muye was a sword watcher in the Sword Pavilion.

There were too many shocking things that Han Muye brought him, and it was no wonder.

"Now it's time for alchemy." Han Muye said with a smile.

Feng Yi and Tao Ran laughed, and each waved his hand to take out a Danding.

Han Muye didn't make an alchemy, just watched from the sidelines.

There was a gleam in his eyes.

Having mastered the rules, he saw something different.

In Tao Ran Ancestor and Feng Yi, there is a silent power budding.

This power is full of life.

If this power is allowed to grow, they will have

Get a chance at a new life.

But this power is too weak.

As long as there is a slight external force to suppress it, this power will be blown out like a candle of fire.

"Heaven and Earth Dao, the rules of life and death." Han Mu's ambition moved.

This is the rule of life and death.

It is the rules of life and death that the Styx Immortal Venerable has comprehended, so that people can transform life and death.

Then, it is impossible for the Styx Immortal Venerable, who can make people change life and death, to fall.

During the Great War that year, he was most seriously injured.

Therefore, he couldn't control his dead power, and his power leaked out and turned into the River Styx.

Unconsciously, Han Muye's perception became clearer and clearer.

Tao Ran Ancestor and Feng Yi continued to refine various pills, and the two of them had almost the same cultivation and knowledge, and their communication became smoother and smoother.

A few days later, when the two of them put away the Dan furnace, small jade bottles were placed on the table.

Han Muye raised his hand and dispersed the shrouded light curtain.

The moment the light curtain dissipated, the dying old Feng Yi and Tao Ran Ancestor had surging qi and blood on their bodies.

Their countenances have also slowly recovered from their previous age.

The two watched in amazement as they watched each other turn from gray hair to gray hair, and looked like a fifty-year-old.

Tao Ran looked at Han Muye in surprise.

"Life and death are in the heart, if the heart does not die, heaven and earth will not be destroyed." Han Muye said softly.

If the heart does not die, life will never end.

At this moment, Tao Ran Ancestor understood what Han Muye meant.

"Styx, hehe, this is the true power of Styx." With a sigh of emotion, Tao Ran Ancestor stood up.

"When I leave this place, I will walk in the heavens and in all the worlds."

"It's a big world, it's wonderful."

"Haha, go together, go together." Feng Yi also straightened his clothes and stood up.

The light curtain dissipated, and a roar was heard outside the cabin.

Putting away the various jade bottles, the three of them walked out of the cabin.

The deck was already full of cultivators.

Holding a spear, Huang Lao Liu, who was condensed by the Demon Dao Icon behind him, stood on the bow of the boat, and the wind and waves in front of him were repeated, and many underworld beasts and strange beasts in the water appeared in the waves.

"Kill!"

As soon as he shouted, several cultivators flew out and landed on the strange beasts that surfaced, slashing down with swords in their hands.

In the rear, more than a dozen Styx boats cracked the waves, winding forward in the blood-colored river.

"Haha, I'm still a brother, you can't go into retreat." Seeing Han Muye walk out, Huang Lao Liu laughed, and the spear in his hand was thrown out.

"Peng—"

On the waves thousands of feet away, a thirty-zhang long horror beast was pierced by a shot.