One way?

Mr. Fu's eyebrows moved.

That means that after arriving at the other shore, there will be another person in charge of the ship at the dock there.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Mr. Fu cupped his hands and turned to leave.

The old woman was stunned for a moment, then spat, her mouth was gurgling and she didn't know what she was mumbling, and then she started sobbing again. She picked up a handkerchief to wipe her tears and folded the paper quickly.

Boat.

After walking a hundred steps, Mr. Fu stood still. The old man began to close his eyes and rest. After about two days of this, the pitiful crying of the old woman could be heard throughout the pier. During these two days,

Mr. Fu remained motionless throughout the whole process, stuck there like a piece of wood.

So.

Three more days passed.

From behind the pier, there was the sound of stepping on wooden boards.

Mr. Fu, who had been concentrating with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes.

But see you.

A person without flesh and blood walked over, and a three-color flame burned brightly above the person's head, indicating that this person was as alive as Mr. Fu.

This person didn't care about Mr. Fu's existence at all and walked quickly to the pier.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay. I have a few questions that I would like to ask you. Can you please delay?"

The ferryman paused.

His eyes glanced at Mr. Fu, and he was not very interested. He continued to move forward without looking back, but when he was about to reach the pier, he still said:

"You can't come here. If you want to survive, you'd better go back early."

The visitor threw thirty yuan of ghost coins into the bamboo basket at the old woman's feet, and said in a calm voice:

"Three hundred miles to the west."

It looks like.

This is not the first time this person has crossed the River Styx.

The old woman happily put away the coins and threw the paper boat into the river. The paper boat flashed with black light and turned into a small boat. The ferryman clicked lightly and landed on the small boat.

At the moment when he was in the paper boat, the flesh and blood on his body began to cover the bones bit by bit, and in an instant he appeared like a white-faced scholar. The pressure on him was vague, and it was impossible to tell the geometry of his cultivation.

The boat is heading west.

When less than a hundred feet.

Suddenly.

A huge wave rose into the sky from the bottom of the Netherworld River. In the huge wave, a fourth-level high-grade dark beast was hiding in it. Its eight long tentacles attacked the white-faced scholar like lightning. The white-faced scholar snorted coldly.

Stomping his feet, a wave of Haoyang Zhengqi rippled out. The moment the eight tentacles that had been thrown over came into contact with Haoran Zhengqi, they shattered with a "bang" and turned into a pool of dark green unpleasant-smelling liquid.

On the boat.

The beast can't be beaten at first glance.

He immediately fell into the huge waves again, and fell into the River Styx with the huge waves.

But.

The white-faced scholar didn't intend to let it go. He flipped his right hand, and a magic pen appeared in his hand. He quickly wrote the word "kill". In an instant, the symbol turned into a beheading knife, whistling and slashing towards the giant.

The Xingming beast in the waves, the Xingming beast screamed strangely, and pieces of Linjia suddenly lit up on its body.

The beheading knife passed by the Xingming Beast at an angle, as if it was beheaded off target.

No idea.

The beheading knife turned back and went upstream. Before the beast could react, it passed directly through its soft belly. "Roar", the beast screamed, and its body was split into two.
Chapter completed!