Within the underworld, the River Styx runs through almost the entire east-west direction of the underworld, and there are many canyons and rapids in it. The Valley of the Styx, as the True Warrior Monk called, was just one of the many canyons. The river valley with a radius of three thousand miles was not a flat river, but a bare stone hill, and Han Cong was in a hill hundreds of miles away from the passage.

More than a dozen Yuanying monks besieged a mature Black Bright Star Underworld Beast, but instead of succeeding, they let the beast hide in the cave and even hide its breath, because the time to enter the underworld is limited, so it is impossible for these monks to give up others because of a dark beast. However, Han Cong shielded his breath, but searched in the spacious cave, in addition to obtaining a lot of Black Bright Star ore, the animal actually stored a lot of spiritual objects. Perhaps only this Black Shining Star Beast would like spiritual objects and transform them into the power of the underworld.

Han Cong didn't stay in the cave of the Black Bright Star Underworld Beast for too long, because like other monks, the time to enter the underworld was very short, and he couldn't give up other opportunities because of one place. In order to be on the safe side, Han Cong also deliberately arranged a teleportation array disk in the cave of the Black Shining Star Beast. Subsequently, Han Cong quickly searched the Three Thousand Miles Styx Valley.

The so-called River Styx is not an ordinary river, and the silver-gray underworld does not seem to have a distinction between day and night. It's like being constantly illuminated by the moonlight. The River Styx, on the other hand, seems to be shrouded in thick white mist.

The next day, Han Cong, who was looking on the edge of the River Styx, suddenly noticed that a light and shadow flashed from the River Styx in front of him, but he didn't expect that the seemingly less than 100 zhang river surface had not crossed a third of the way before it suddenly fell. Soon, the man emerged from half of his body and struggled, but unfortunately, his body, which had become a white bone, sank again without holding on a few times, and then there was no movement. The seemingly gentle River Styx is so weird, this is the River Styx.

It didn't take long for Han Cong to quietly follow the riverbed and enter the area beyond the Three Thousand Miles Styx. With the stealth and spatial memory laws of the Ring Domain, Han Cong can teleport between the flying shuttle of the spatial rift and the Immortal Mountain, and Han Cong believes that it can also be in the underworld.

The underworld in front of him is no longer a bare stone mountain, occasionally you can see trees and flowers of different sizes, black shadows are reflected outside the silver light, Han Cong passed from the black shadow under a willow tree, but suddenly a thing flew out of the tree and attacked him, Han Cong immediately waved the green dragon order in his hand, the blue light flashed, and a branch fell. Immediately after that, several willow branches flew over. Han Cong hurriedly dodged away from the black shadow, and the willow branches finally retracted in the black shadow.

It didn't take long for Han Cong to enter a jungle of bushes, and the silver-gray road was getting narrower and narrower. Suddenly, I saw several trumpet flowers in front of me that were bigger than the grinding plate, and in the middle of one of them was a white bone that I didn't know if it was a monk or a beast. Han Cong suddenly sensed that there was something familiar to him in a distant place, but he couldn't remember where it was familiar or where it was. Han Cong shook his head with a self-deprecating smile and was about to retreat when he suddenly felt a slight noise behind him. Han Cong didn't have time to think about it, and immediately swung his sword backwards to attack.

The two rays of light met the two dragon shadows at the same time, shooting out in all directions as the energy collided, and Han Cong and the two figures quickly retreated.

"Han Cong, it's our sword rain meteor, and we used the Pluto Pill. ”

After a few breaths, Han Cong saw two figures of white mist cautiously approaching him.

"Hehe, Boss Han is really a master of art and bold! Even the old ghosts of the Transformation Stage have to use the Underworld Pill when they enter the area outside the Styx Valley, and you don't even need it. Aren't you afraid of meeting the Shura King?"

Where did Han Cong know what the Underworld Pill was, and he was also scared into a cold sweat when he heard Meteor say this. I had to say truthfully:

"Let the two of you laugh, it's the first time I've entered the underworld, and no one has told me to use the Underworld Pill. Sword Rain Meteor, you have a surplus of Underworld Pill, if it weren't for me, I would have to go back the same way. ”

The slightly shorter fuzzy figure should have been Ruyu who used the Underworld Pill, threw something at Han Cong and said:

"Take it! just take one and crush it in your hand, but one can only last for twelve hours. ”

Han Cong took it and saw that it was a small jade bottle. There were actually several grains in it, it seemed that the two of them were well prepared! Han Cong immediately did so, and as a pill of the Immortal Pill was crushed, a silver-gray smoke immediately emerged from his hand and quickly enveloped Han Cong.

"I don't know if Brother Han has anything important to do when he leaves the Styx Valley. ”

"I don't know if you know if you know any way to find the souls of your relatives in the underworld?" Han Cong asked casually.

"We don't know this kind of thing, I heard that only people with the bloodline of the Jiang family have this ability, I was very familiar with Jiang Xiaoling, and I begged her to hand it over to me, but for some reason, that witch didn't even look down on the second young talent in the world, what did she want to do?"

"Then I don't have anything else to do. ”

As soon as Han Cong finished speaking, Ruyu finally spoke:

"What about the second in the world? It's also that those people in Holy Spirit City don't care about you, otherwise you won't be able to enter the top ten. ”

"Hehe, that is, in front of Brother Han, I only dare to admit myself second now. Han Cong, let's get out of here quickly! You have come here with life and breath all the way, and you may have already sensed it by the meditation cultivation. So, follow us and try your luck!"

Half an hour after Han Cong left with the sword rain meteor, a purple blurry figure suddenly flashed in front of the man-eating flower, looked at the man-eating flower and then said to himself:

"I didn't expect the Jiang family to bring someone here again, it's really a nasty bunch. Ah Hua, how many did you find, which direction did you go?"

I didn't expect the man-eating flower to speak:

"Back to my lord, the three Yuanying monks went to the direction of Purple Moon Lake. ”

The purple figure snorted coldly and said:

"For thousands of years, I knew that those Spirit Realm cultivators would not give up that thing in Purple Moon Lake, and this time they will definitely have no return. ”

The purple blurred figure finished speaking, and quickly disappeared into a silver-gray world.

Han Cong followed the Sword Rain Meteor and flew quickly for most of the day, and several of them also passed by near them. Meteor immediately ordered Han Cong to hold his breath and hide his breath as much as possible. Those meditation cultivators couldn't see any difference between the three of them, so they left. Meditation cultivation is generally not interested in the same kind, because meditation cultivation mainly relies on devouring the soul of the just dead to cultivate, as long as they do not compete with them, they will not attack their own kind lightly. Because the cultivators in the underworld only want to gain more souls and increase their cultivation, and fighting will not only consume the spiritual power, but may even make their realm unstable. Unless it is a Shura, the Shura will generally not appear, but every time it appears, it will devour a large number of meditations that are lower than their own cultivation, and once they are full, they will retreat and practice for a long time.

Tens of thousands of miles away from the underworld, outside a cave on the bank of the River Styx, a five-colored ball of light swirled around a vague figure shrouded in silver-gray smoke. The figure looked into the distance and muttered to himself:

"Why do you feel a familiar smell? Why is it not there now? Lu Jian! Lu Jian, it's been almost a year! The underworld is destined to be lonely and lonely for you, a dead person, whether you continue to cultivate or your soul is scattered, you are destined to face it alone. Now that you have advanced from the Hades to the Hades, you should go out and explore, and there are three professions to choose from in the future. Skeletons, Ghosts, Shura. These three meditation professions also represent the three major forces of the underworld. The Skeleton King, the Nightmare King, or the Shura King of the underworld, who has reached the highest level. The head of the three kings is the king of Shura. Lu Jian, since you have the opportunity to meditate after death, of course you should choose the most powerful Shura. Five little ghosts, you will all become the king of the nightmare in the future, now, come with me! There is still a long road ahead for us?"

This vague figure shrouded in silver-gray smoke was Lu Jian, and the five balls of light of different colors around him were the five little ghosts that Jiang Chen gave him. These five little ghosts are domesticated by the ghosts of the five children of the five extremes of gold, wood, water, fire and earth, and the so-called five extremes of life are like the golden year, the golden month, the golden day, and the golden time. Such people either live long or die young. I don't know how Jiang Chen cultivated the Five Little Ghosts, in short, from the moment Lu Jian's soul entered the underworld through the Nine Shadows Heaven and Earth Law after his death, the Five Little Ghosts have been protecting him and looking for other souls to devour and cultivate for him. Therefore, although the method of meditation cultivation was painful and uncomfortable, Lu Jian's cultivation was progressing rapidly. Now that he has just advanced from the underworld to the underworld, he is qualified to enter the underworld forces to choose the direction of his future cultivation, but he didn't expect to feel a familiar aura as soon as he came out of the cave, but now that the aura is gone, Lu Jian doesn't think much about it anymore, and takes the five little ghosts to embark on his path of meditation.

Tens of thousands of miles away, Han Cong followed the meteor like rain and flew towards the west for about three hours, and the meteor in front of him immediately waved his hand and made a stop gesture.

"Han Cong, hold your breath, find a place to hide, and act when the time comes. Meteor suddenly said to Han Cong with his divine sense.

After the meteor finished speaking, the figure shrouded in the thick fog suddenly disappeared, and Ruyu disappeared with it. Han Cong also immediately used Huajie to become invisible. At this time, he also saw something different in front of him, which was a purple area of dense fog. Then quietly, slowly and stealthily approached, the purple mist area outside the original was a small pond, and the purple mist emanated from that pool. Han Cong's divine sense probed the surroundings, and more than a dozen obscure auras were hidden around. Among them, there are a few familiar and obscure breaths, which are Du Zhongxiang and Long Kui.

What are they going to do? Han Cong didn't know, but the things that the Transformation Stage cultivators were concerned about were generally not ordinary. Regardless of him, as long as there is a treasure born, he will also go up and fight for it, generally from a certain aspect, he is not afraid of any of them.

After some time, suddenly a bright purple light appeared in the purple pond and quickly amplified. In a few moments, it was like a plate-sized purple moon reflected in the water.

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