On the top of the head of the dragon carving beast with a body of ten thousand feet, Han Muye stood majestically.

One person, one beast and one city are opposite, and between the momentum, there is a feeling of crushing.

"Who is this?" Someone in the city looked at Han Muye in horror and whispered in a low voice.

Many people quietly moved their feet outside the city.

Is there really anyone in the world who can be so powerful that he can overwhelm the Holy City alone?

The surging power of qi and blood on the dragon carving beast's body is separated by layers of light curtains, which will freeze people's bodies.

If this beast rushes into the city, it doesn't know how many people will die in one blow.

Above the city, the faces of those ferryman elders of the Styx Holy City changed, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

This kind of battle, just to collect debts?

The array of divine souls supported by the city rose, all the strong people ascended to the top of the city, and the vigilance in the city was everywhere, and countless cultivators were ready to fight for their lives.

It's all like this, is it something that Jinzhu can end?

Earlier said that for the sake of Jinzhu, it is necessary to rush up like this?

"Ahem, that, Han Daoyou, the golden beads are naturally returned, a lot, a lot." Qu Qian stepped forward and spoke loudly.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand and made a move, and the bodies of the seven dragon carving beasts under him turned into golden light, and then revealed the appearance of a cold young man in a black robe.

Alien Beast Transformation!

How strong is this beast?

Han Muye and Han Qi flew down and crashed into the layers of light curtains.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed down with his palm.

"Smack-"

A golden thunderbolt directly tore open the light curtain, and then shattered the void in a radial circle.

"Shhhh

"What a strong means!"

There was a murmur above the city.

The power of this blow is so vast that it makes people shudder.

The power of thunder and lightning embodies the profound and miraculous, and the fear of the Styx ferryman who grows in the River Styx.

Tearing open the light curtain, Han Muye and Han Qi fell directly on the head of the city.

"Where's the sixth brother?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian.

Qu Qian was slightly stunned, and hurriedly whispered: "Han Daoyou, go into the city to speak." ”

His gaze swept over Han Qi, who was following behind Han Muye.

The others also unconsciously turned their eyes to Han Qi.

This is a powerful seven-headed dragon carving beast.

The person in front of him actually subdued the seven dragon carving beasts.

Such strong men are in the holy city, and they do not know whether it is a curse or a blessing.

Han Muye's gaze swept over and he nodded forward.

Everyone apprehensively welcomed Han Muye and Han Qi to the main hall in the city.

The city's array of light slowly dissipated.

All the practitioners had a blank look on their faces.

Where are the seven dragon carving beasts?

Who was the man standing on top of the head of the seven dragon eagle beasts, and where had he gone?

What did this man come to the Holy City for?

Countless questions were in their hearts, some people ran cautiously out of the city, and some people looked curiously at the main hall in the city.

In the main hall, Han Muye stood in the middle, and several Styx ferrymen wearing white robes and smiling faces stepped forward.

One by one, small bags were sent to Han Muye.

Gold beads.

The remaining 6,000 gold beads from the sale of the sky-breaking crossbow were given away.

"Han Daoyou came to the rescue of the Styx Boat and sold us such heavy treasures, you are a friend of my Styx ferryman."

The old man who spoke was full of mystical soul power, and between the surges, it seemed that he was about to break open the void.

Another old man raised his hand and gave out a blue-black jade plaque.

"This is my holy city token, representing the identity of the Styx ferryman."

Han Muye unceremoniously accepted the jade plate and gold beads, and then said, "Where is the sixth brother?" ”

In the main hall, everyone turned their heads to look at Qu Qian.

Here, only Qu Qian is familiar with Han Muye.

Qu Qian stepped forward and said in a low voice: "Han Daoyou, Zhenxiong Daoyou, in order to gain the power of the Holy City, they have gone to break into the altar holy land. ”

Altar Sanctuary?

Han Muye frowned.

As he frowned, Han Qi behind him had a tyrannical power of qi and blood surging over his body.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly increased.

The elders of the Styx ferryman glanced at each other, and the white-robed old man standing in front of him spoke, "Han Daoyou, that is their own choice, and it is also the opportunity that all the cultivators who come to the Holy City are seeking. ”

The altar of the Holy City, through which is the Holy Land.

It is the source of the power of the world of Styx.

As long as you practice there, you can be recognized by the River Styx, and it is not a dream to break through life and death and regain vitality.

Shrine?

Han Muye's eyes revealed a deep divine light.

The so-called holy land is probably the place associated with the Styx Immortal Venerable.

I don't know if it's the place where the Styx Immortal Venerable was suppressed, or the place where his body fell.

But no matter where it was, Han Muye knew that after the Great Elder refined the Styx Immortal Venerable, that holy land might have become a dangerous place, a Jedi.

Huang Lao Liu, where they go, I don't know if they can get the opportunity, there will definitely be danger.

"Holy Land," Han Muye looked at the ferryman elder in front of him, "If the sixth brother is in any danger, I will demolish your city." ”

As his voice fell, the air around him turned cold.

A golden light shot out from Han Qi's eyes, and the golden light flashed, causing countless divine soul powers to collide in the main hall.

Without Han Muye's move, Han Qiyi alone could kill everyone present.

The strength of the Seven Dragon Eagle Beasts is simply not something that these Styx ferrymen can resist.

"Han Daoyou, no matter how good and bad it is, they are all Zhenxiong Daoyou, they take it for themselves." Qu Qian's face was pale, and he struggled to resist the crushing of the divine souls of the seven dragon carving beasts, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Before they went, we told them the danger."

Han Muye turned his head, the killing intent in his eyes was condensed, and he stared at Qu Qian: "Then did you tell them that the so-called Styx fate was all propagated by Ke Shouen for refining the Immortal Venerable Soul Flag?" ”

This sentence made the faces of all the Styx ferrymen in the entire hall change greatly!

"Great Elder?"

"What do you mean?"

"Nonsense, it is impossible for the Great Elder to use the Soul Suppression Banner to refine the Immortal Venerable body."

"How do you know about the Great Elder's use of the Soul Suppression Banner to refine the Immortal Venerable?"

The hall was in chaos in an instant.

Han Muye snorted coldly, and Han Qi stepped out and smashed it down with a punch.

"Boom-"

The power of the golden divine soul combined with the wind brought by the fist, setting off a whirlwind above the main hall.

The whirlwind rose, and everyone in the hall couldn't stop it at all, and their bodies retreated.

They shot with all their might, and the golden light on their bodies was intertwined, and they could only barely hold on in the whirlwind.

"I don't care how civil strife your holy city is, and I don't care who gets the Immortal Venerable inheritance, I only know that if the sixth brother and they are damaged under this holy city, I will demolish the holy city."

Han Muye let out a low snort and raised his hand to make a move.

"Cangchang—"

The long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the blue-black sword light turned and slashed down heavily.

"Bang-"

The roof of the heavy Holy City Hall was overturned, revealing a heavenly dome with a hint of greenery.

The Great Elder of the Holy City, Ke Shouen, extracted the souls of countless cultivators to sacrifice the Soul Suppression Banner, and it was impossible for the people in the Great Hall not to know about this.

As a ferryman of the River Styx, seeing so many cultivators having their souls extracted in the Holy City, they also brought cultivators from all over the world, which was clearly an accomplice.

Han Muye slashed the top of the main hall of the Holy City with a sword, which was a warning.

This was the choice that Han Muye thought of when he left the Random Killing Reef.

The Styx Immortal Venerable hidden in the rear, the Great Elder in charge of the Soul Suppression Banner, and those alien beast powerhouses in the indiscriminate killing reef, all parties are calculating.

It can be calculated and calculated, but it is not as simple as a sword.

By their own strength, they can shatter all their calculations.

Cultivate the world, and speak with your fists.

"It's a fight!" Watching a sword light overturn the dome of the Holy City Hall, countless people in the city fled in fear.

"What kind of peerless powerhouse can actually smash the dome of the Holy City?" Someone looked at the slowly dissipating sword light and whispered softly.

Is the holy city that has stood in the Styx for countless thousands of years really going to be broken?

If the holy city is broken, will the inheritance of the Immortal Venerable and the relics of the Immortal Venerable be revealed?

Thoughts flashed through the hearts of many people.

"Fellow Daoist, I have something to say." In the main hall, the white-robed ferryman elder took a step forward, and the golden divine soul power on his body turned into a light shield.

Although this power can't stop Han Muye's sword, it can't match the momentum of the Seven Dragon Eagle Beasts, but it is also powerful.

He took this step, gathered the power of the souls of all the people in the hall, and between the surges, they condensed into one, which was worthy of facing Han Muye.

If they hadn't gathered together, they wouldn't even have the qualifications to speak in front of Han Muye.

That's strength.

Looking at the Styx ferryman in front of him, the sword intent on Han Muye's body slowly converged.

Han Qi also suppressed his own strength.

Those Styx ferryman elders also breathed a sigh of relief.

If there is a fight, the consequences will be unimaginable.

"Fellow Daoist, my Styx ferryman clan also has its own difficulties......" The white-robed old man sighed and spoke softly.

Defend the River Styx and use the power of the Divine Soul to increase to your own strength.

Originally, this was the fate of the Styx ferryman.

But since more than two million years ago, practitioners from all over the world came to the River Styx to look for opportunities, and the outside world was revealed before the River Styx ferryman clan, everyone's minds have changed.

Especially after the Great Elder thoroughly investigated, he understood that the foreign cultivators were all recruited by the Styx Immortal Venerable to prepare for the Immortal Venerable's awakening.

Originally, the Styx ferryman clan was also happy.

The Styx Immortal Venerable is the foundation of their clan, and they all worship him as their ancestor.

If the Styx Immortal Venerable awakens, their clan will be strong.

But then the Great Elder discovered the secret from the Soul Suppression Banner.

If the Styx Immortal Venerable awakens, all the Styx ferrymen will die.

Because his own divine soul was too strong, Styx Immortal Venerable infused his divine soul with the original blood refining to the Treasure Town Soul Banner before falling asleep.

The power of the soul escaping from the soul suppression banner gave birth to the ferryman clan.

The mission of the ferryman clan is to suppress the River Styx, so that the injuries of the Styx Immortal Venerable do not deteriorate too much, suppress the underworld beasts and alien beasts in it, and eliminate the alien power that harms the Immortal Venerable.

This mission is the divine soul from the Styx Immortal Venerable.

Once the Styx Immortal Venerable awakens, all the Divine Soul power will be withdrawn, and the Soul Suppression Banner will be restrained again.

This is what the Soul Suppression Banner, who does not want to be enslaved again, told the Great Elder.

The Great Elder told the elders about this secret.

The elders in the Holy City have two attitudes.

One still feels that his mission is to revive Immortal Venerable, and even the sacrifice is worth it.

The other is led by the Great Elder, who feels that he can prevent the revival of the Immortal Venerable.

At first, even the Great Elder's faction was only ready to prevent the recovery of the Immortal Venerable, and the means they used were only to passively resist the underworld beasts and foreign beasts.

But gradually, as the power of the Soul Suppression Banner continued to increase, both the Great Elder and the Great Elder's faction began to expand.

Immortal Venerable is already in the past tense, why bother to wake him up?

Isn't it good to control the power of the Immortal Venerable?

Finally, millions of years ago, the Great Elder who was in charge of the Soul Suppression Banner and whose strength had far crushed the other faction decided to step into the place where the Immortal Venerable fell.

Their faction also followed the Great Elder into the Holy City Forbidden Land.

They want to refine the body of the Immortal Venerable and turn all the relics of the Immortal Venerable into their own.

After that, various messages came out from the forbidden land, such as attracting cultivators from outside the River Styx to the Holy City, the River Styx has the secret of immortality, and there are immortal relics in the River Styx......

The clinging to the Holy City could not stop this.

They were also suppressed by the faction in the forbidden land, and had to help them, sending the practitioners to the altar.

These practitioners enter the altar and rarely come out again.

Few can reverse life and death and leave the Holy City.

But this can't stop the pace of those cultivators, even if one out of 100,000 people can reverse life and death, countless people will flock to it.

The holy city has become a real holy city.

"Han Daoyou, it's not fake that there is an immortal inheritance in the forbidden land." The white-robed old man looked at Han Muye and said in a low voice, "This is the message that Immortal Venerable sent out at the beginning. ”

In the main hall, the other elders also nodded.

Hundreds of thousands of years ago, there were strange beasts besieging the holy city, and the Immortal Venerable had manifested means to defeat the strange beasts, and sent a message that those with outstanding root bone talent could accept their inheritance.

The elders in the city had also discerned that this message was indeed left by the Immortal Venerable, not that the Great Elder had forged it.

Accept the legacy?

Han Muye's brows furrowed.

Immortal Venerable inherits him, and he also has it.

Tongtian Immortal Venerable.

But in his opinion, it is best to stay away from the inheritance of great power.

This kind of thing is to be exchanged for life, and I don't know if I can get it.

Countless people have fallen on the way to exchange for inheritance.

"The sixth brother is looking for inheritance?" Han Muye's eyes flashed with a cold aura.

"Zhenxiong Daoyou blamed himself for your loss, Han Daoyou, and after coming to the Holy City, he led those cultivators who supported him to the altar of the Holy Land." Qu Qian said softly.

After Huang Lao Liu arrived in the Holy City, he took Luo Jian and them to find the altar.

He wants to get the Immortal Venerable inheritance, and then avenge Han Muye.

"Take me to the altar." Han Muye spoke coldly.

The elders looked at each other and nodded.

For such a strong person, let the Great Elder solve it.

If you go to the forbidden land, you don't need them to take care of the rest of the matter.

"Han Qi, send a message to Zhu Lao and them, if we don't return within a year, we will besiege the Holy City and destroy this place." When he walked out of the main hall, Han Muye let out a low shout.

Han Qi nodded, his body flew up, turned into an eight-winged and seven-headed dragon carving beast, flapped his wings and flew out of the holy city, and then looked up to the sky and roared.

A verdant bamboo flute levitated, and there was a strange sound vibrating on it.

As the dragon carving beast roared, the bamboo flute vibrate, and countless strange beasts churned on the blood-colored river surface in the distance.

Alien beasts besiege the city!

The last time a strange beast besieged the city was 300,000 years ago.

On that occasion, most of the cultivators and ferrymen in the city were lost, and countless souls were scattered.

At this time, the strange beasts were surging, and there were clear signs of gathering again.

For a moment, the cultivators in the Holy City of Styx became flustered again.

I knew it wouldn't end so easily......

The Styx ferryman elders looked at each other and shook their heads with bitter faces.

Han Qi, who had delivered the message, rushed to the sky, and his body turned into a cold young man and fell behind Han Muye.

The Styx Sanctuary Altar is just below the Holy City, and you can step into the square from the basilica and then follow the spiraling staircase.

On the square, tens of thousands of cultivators gathered.

They all came to the Holy City in search of opportunities.

Some people want to reverse life and death, some people want to get the inheritance of Immortal Venerable, and some people want to get opportunities in these two kinds of people.

Han Muye came surrounded by a group of Holy City elders, and immediately made the cultivators gathered in the square dodge a way.

"It's him!"

Seeing Han Muye, countless cultivators retreated in panic.

Who would dare to face the powerful existence of the Seven Dragon Eagle Beasts by subduing them?

Even the dome of the Holy City Hall was overturned by it, and now he is accompanied by a group of elders to come here, what do you want to do?

"He's going to the Holy Land!"

"Will such a strong person directly get the opportunity of Immortal Venerable?"

Many people have jealousy and jealousy in their eyes.

In the face of chance, everyone is their enemy.

Han Muye didn't care what these people thought.

It's just a poor ant-like person.

He stepped into the spiral staircase and sped fast.

Han Qi followed behind him, his eyes curiously looking around.

After a thousand steps, at the end of the stone steps, you can see an altar with a radius of 100 zhang.

Seeing the altar, Han Muye's eyes narrowed again.

Altar of Divine Revelation.

Although the form is different, the power transmitted is different, but this is the altar of divine revelation.

It's just that the way has changed.

The altar of divine revelation in the Zhou Tian Divine Realm is infused with divinity, what will this altar have?

Han Muye stepped out and stood in the altar.

Blood-colored streamers converged towards his body.

The power of the River Styx.

The dragon carving beasts that grew up in the River Styx were more familiar with this power.

His body already had the affinity of the power of the River Styx, and in just an instant, this streamer wrapped around his body and disappeared in place.

This caused the eyes of the practitioners who were sitting cross-legged on the altar to widen.

"How could this be, how could they enter the forbidden land so quickly......" an old man with gray hair and a rotten aura whispered in despair.

He had been at the altar for a long time, but he had not been able to enter the Holy Land at all.

"Who is this person, I feel that the speed of entering the altar is faster than those who came a hundred days ago, is this the control of the Immortal Venerable token?" Someone's eyes flashed with a gleam as he looked at Han Muye's disappeared position and pondered.

Walking through the altar, Han Muye landed directly on a stone platform.

Han Qi was only a little slower than him.

The stone platform is blue-gray, surrounded by various staggered marks.

A faint color of blood permeated the void.

This is the power that belongs to the Styx Immortal Venerable.

At this point, Han Muye's sense of the Styx Immortal Venerable was clearer.

The power of life and death is transformed, and there are indeed rules of life and death here.

It's just that the power of the rules here is weak, and it is impossible to really reverse people's lives and deaths.

"Don't be in a daze, since you've come to the Holy Land, come with us." Under the stone platform, a black-armored cultivator with a long-handled war spear in his hand let out a low shout.

A group of soldiers, guarding more than a dozen cultivators, was already standing in front.

"Haha, two fellow Daoists, don't be stunned, let's go."

"The opportunity is ahead, why is it stupid."

The cultivators all smiled and spoke.

It was probably the same when they themselves came to this holy place.

Han Muye didn't say a word, led Han Qi to stride down the stone platform, and walked forward with the black-armored soldiers with those cultivators.

After more than ten miles, everyone was sent to a rocky cliff.

The cliff was blue and black, with a hint of blood.

The cliffs are full of small caves.

"There are traces of the cultivation of the Immortal Venerable in these caves, and it is up to you how many opportunities you have." The leading soldier turned and shouted.

"Ten days, you can't understand it, and if you want to understand it again, you need to pay a hundred gold beads."

"It's okay without the golden bead, you need to use the power of your own divine soul to provide power for the operation of the Holy City Great Array."

The soldier waved his spear in his hand, with a hint of contempt on his face: "There won't be anyone who wants to get the opportunity and doesn't want to pay, right?" ”

"If such a person exists, you won't agree to it yourself, will you?"

These words made many cultivators shake their heads.

That's what human nature is.

I took out the gold beads myself, it was a pain in the flesh.

But if others don't take it, and they don't consume the divine soul, they can get the opportunity again, then it won't work.

It's a big deal, let's spend our souls together.

Seeing everyone nodding, the soldier raised his hand and pointed to the stone cliff.

"Each cave can hold ten people, you go and look for it."

With that, he led the rest of the soldiers to leave in a procession.

When the soldiers walked away, the cultivators looked at each other, and those who were familiar with each other walked together, and those who were not familiar turned around and went to the cliff alone.

"Fellow Daoist, why don't you go along?" A Taoist in a green robe with gray hair looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.

Han Muye did not refuse.

"Poor Dao Tao Wu, from the Fengyang Realm, has practiced for 90,000 years, but he was stuck in the threshold of entering the saint." The Taoist whispered as he walked.

"Come to this Styx world, if you can have a chance to reverse life and death, then go back and revitalize the sect."

"If you can't go back, then the path of life and death will disappear, and 90,000 years of cultivation will be enough."

This seems to be said to himself, and it seems to be said to Han Muye.

He turned his head and looked at Han Muye: "What do you call Daoyou?" Come here, but also to reverse life and death? ”

Han Muye did not have the intention of decay.

This is also the reason why Tao Wu is willing to walk with him.

There is no intention of decay, and the combat power is not damaged, even if there is any danger, it may also be suppressed and resisted.

"Han Muye."

"I'm here to find someone."

Han Muye paused, and under Tao Wu's blank gaze, he said lightly: "As for the Immortal Venerable inheritance, I am also interested. ”

Truth.

Immortal Inheritance, rules of life and death, of course he is interested.

It's just that the interest isn't big enough for him to take the risk.

Tao Wu opened his mouth and had nothing to say.

What does it mean to be interested in inheritance?

Coming here just to find someone?

If you are an ordinary cultivator, you are a strong person with a sword qi and an extraordinary cultivation when you look at it, and you are only here to find someone?

Who believes that?

If it weren't for Han Muye's bearing, and Han Qi, who looked unusually strong, to follow, Tao Wu couldn't wait to turn around and leave.

But Han Muye in front of him really took out a blue-black jade plate.

A slight streamer flashed on the jade plate, leading Han Muye to a cave.

In just a few moments, he had come to a cave full of ten cultivators.

Ten cultivators sat cross-legged in the cave, some were in a daze at the marks on the stone wall, some were writing and painting on the ground, and some were with a trace of blood on their hands, with joy on their faces.

Before Han Muye stood in front of the cave, everyone looked up.

"It's full." Someone spoke.

The cave was not large, and according to the soldiers, ten men were full.

Han Muye didn't care, and walked straight into the cave.

Several cultivators frowned and stood up.

"You didn't listen—" Before the speaker finished speaking, his body had been thrown out by Han Qi directly raising his hand.

This scene made almost all the people in the cave change their faces.

"Fellow Daoist, this stone cliff cave has the same chance, there's no need to snatch it, right?" An old man with black beard frowned.

Han Qi glared, causing the old man to tremble and take a step back.

He stepped back, revealing an old man in gray robes sitting cross-legged behind him, with unkempt hair and no longer visible.

The old man bowed his head, and only muttered something from his mouth.

Han Muye stepped forward, and the old man realized it and slowly raised his head.

Han Muye raised his hand and uncovered the mask on his face.

The old man looked at him, his cloudy eyes slowly turning from dead silence to a trace of turmoil.

"You, you......" His voice was hoarse, as if he hadn't spoken to anyone for so long that he couldn't speak the whole story.

"Senior Li Mubai, I haven't seen you for a long time." Han Muye squatted down, looked at the old man in front of him, and spoke softly.

Tianxuan World, the first person in the Western Devil's Dao, Li Mubai.

Bai Suzhen's father.

After more than 2,000 years, this demonic powerhouse who had fought against Han Muye in the Western Xinjiang was already dying.

"Han, Mu, Ye." Li Mubai's eyes burst into light.