Huang Laoliu punched the big man's face and then stretched out his hand to take back the piece of blue jade.

"Ancestor, I said you haven't seen anyone in these hundreds of years, so it turns out you came to the River Styx."

Handing the green xuan jade to Patriarch Tao Ran, Huang Laoliu frowned and said, "Why are you about to lose your longevity?"

Ancestor Tao Ran's current cultivation level is just at the level of becoming a god, and he is still far away from the semi-saint realm.

Hearing Huang Laoliu's words, Ancestor Tao Ran had a look of despair on his face and shook his head.

At the beginning, Patriarch Tao Ran was a big boss on Jiuxuan Mountain, but he was unknowingly surpassed by his younger generation.

His own cultivation talent is not particularly outstanding, and he wasted his time in reaching the Half-Step Heaven Realm.

Now two thousand years have passed, it is difficult to improve one's cultivation, and one's lifespan is running out.

"Wo, times, morning four——" The big man who was knocked down by Huang Laoliu's punch roared and flew towards him.

Huang Laoliu didn't even blink.

"Bang——"

Luo Ren stabbed the guy with a diagonal kick and kicked him away.

Following, Feng Yi, Master Ishihara and others have already rushed forward.

Come to Styx and join a group?

People around him hurriedly dispersed for fear of being splashed with blood.

In the Styx, one can only fight with the physical body and the power of the soul, and the fists are more effective than those in the realm of cultivation.

After a loud bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang, bang bang bang.

If you don't walk, your neck will become crooked.

Here, Patriarch Tao Ran adjusted his clothes and looked at Han Muye.

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

"The River Styx is where practitioners like me who have no hope for the future come. Your cultivation is stable, why are you here?"

With Han Muye's cultivation level, he wouldn't be short of longevity, right?

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

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

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

He was wandering around in other realms before, and when he heard that there was a method of rebirth in the River Styx, he became interested.

"In my life, I have regrets and brilliance. I can't bear to lose my memories in this life. I just want to rebuild them again."

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

No matter whether he sacrificed himself and left the sect when Jiuxuan Mountain was at its most critical moment, or whether he fought to the death when he returned later, Patriarch Tao Ran never regretted it.

After that, the entire Western Xinjiang took off, and the Jiuxuan Sword Sect soared into the sky. Han Muye took charge of Tianxuan, and eventually became the most powerful swordsman in the Xianyuan world.

Huang Laoliu also became a great sage who reached the heavens.

Patriarch Tao Ran and the elders of the Sword Sect naturally benefited from the honor, and the rising tide lifted all boats. They were respected everywhere, they did not dare to offend in the slightest, and they had no shortage of cultivation resources.

But sometimes practicing cultivation really doesn’t require resources.

Ancestors Tao Ran and Tuoba Cheng were both wasting their time in the realm of heaven.

Fortunately, Tuoba Cheng waited until the Immortal Source World was promoted to the Immortal World, and with the help of Immortal Qi, his cultivation level improved.

Tao Ran left the fairy world early and missed the opportunity.

Hearing Han Muye say that the Immortal Source World has been promoted to the Immortal Realm, Ancestor Tao Ran showed a trace of confusion on his face, then smiled bitterly and shook his head, whispering that it was his fate.

Han Muye took out some fairy stones and a few divine crystals and handed them to Ancestor Tao Ran.

In his opinion, what Patriarch Tao Ran lacked was not the treasure, but the spirit in his heart.

"Don't worry, ancestor, we will definitely find opportunities during our trip to the Holy City."

Hearing his words, Patriarch Tao Ran smiled and nodded.

Huang Laoliu directly arranged for Patriarch Tao Ran to board the boat on the Styx. With his current name, all he had to do was say hello.

Han Muye ignored these matters and directly set up the formation, then took out the dagger.

The dagger looked mottled and rusty. Holding the hilt and exerting slight force, the sword had no aura on it when it was pulled out of the scabbard.

This kind of ancient sword is basically spiritually cut off.

But Han Muye saw something different from this sword.

Taking a deep breath, he clenched the hilt of the sword. The sword of the soul in the divine treasure flashed, and a trace of sword intent fell on the dagger.

"Buzz——"

The dagger vibrated, and debris fell from the rusted areas on it, and the entire blade seemed about to break.

As the sword intent was poured into him, images appeared in Han Muye's mind.

chaos.

misty.

"boom--"

A golden flame rose.

That's heavenly fire.

The flames that burned the world hit another water column whose head and tail could not be seen.

Water and fire collided, swords collided, countless magnificent forces collided, causing the void world to surge.

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

This is a kind of trembling from the bottom of my heart, coming from the fear of irresistible force.

"Stab-"

With a flash of sword light, a huge golden armored body countless tens of thousands of feet high was cut off.

The body suddenly collapsed and turned into pieces of land.

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

"call out--"

A spear flew out from the void in the distance.

The spear flashed out and pinned a huge bloody crocodile to the void.

The Blood Crocodile's body shattered, and the dagger also tumbled.

The moment the memory in the dagger disappeared, Han Muye saw a divine light descending and covering the heaven and earth.

A towering tree suddenly collapsed.

There were cheers.

The voice was hazy, as if it said "It's done."

It seems to be saying "alive."

Countless streams of light collided into the divine light, and there were many powerful figures trying to crush the divine light.

"Snapped."

The dagger in Han Muye's hand was completely shattered.

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

A decaying power appeared around him.

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

The surging Qi and blood in Han Muye's body continued to surge, but it could not withstand the erosion of this decaying power.

But for a moment, his soul seemed to be drying up.

"Huh?" a voice said.

"You are so brave, you dare to peek even at the calamity level."

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

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"Boy, the most powerful force in the world cannot survive a calamity. It's rare that your body can survive without collapse. Please don't be contaminated by this power in the future."

The sound sounded again and then disappeared.

Han Muye stood up slowly, cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, Senior Immortal Lord Minghe."

Immortal Lord of the River Styx.

Only this powerful man could save Han Muye, whose body and soul were decaying.

The power of decay is the power of calamity.

The time of calamity is uncertain, but it only happens once every tens of millions of years.

That is the power that sweeps the world, causing all spiritual power to collapse and rebuild a new order.

Han Muye was contaminated with the power of the previous calamity before, and was able to activate the power of calamity. Then, after he was caught up, he almost lost his soul.

Taking a deep breath, Han Mu straightened up and was shaken by his ambition.
To be continued...