Han Muye narrowed his eyes and focused on the strange beast that jumped out of the river.
The whole body is gray and white, the body is a hundred feet long, the horns are black, the eyes are red, like a fish with four legs, and the long claws flash with cold light.
The long and narrow body twisted and set off huge waves.
There are no fins on its back, but there are a bunch of things that look like transparent wings attached to it.
"Don't use the soul to explore. If this thing smells the soul, it will chase after it." Ke Yang stared closely at the beast turning over on the blood-colored river and whispered: "The beast in the river of Hades feeds on the soul."
Swallowing the soul?
If a person loses his soul, he is a zombie.
"Hey, it's a loss, it's a loss."
Ke Yang murmured, raised his hand, and on the sail above his head, scattered bits of pure soul turned into golden beans.
This is the condensed power of pure soul.
This bean can be directly integrated into the soul to enhance the power of the soul.
Such a pure soul is worth at least a hundred immortal spirit stones.
The key point is that even alchemy is difficult to condense.
Ke Yang waved his hand and threw the golden soul crystals onto the river thousands of feet away behind him.
The soul crystal fell, and the underworld beast was immediately attracted, stirring up waves, slowly spreading its wings behind it, and then rushed over.
This time Han Muye saw clearly that the wings were ten feet wide when spread out, which was completely out of proportion to the fat body of the underworld beast.
But with just these thin and short wings, it can carry the underworld beast to fly.
"Nothing in the River Styx floats. The beasts of the underworld are a different species. This one is just a baby beast. The real adult beast is thousands of feet long, with its wings spread out to cover the sky and the sun."
"It is said that there is an eight-winged beast in the River Styx. That is," Ke Yang shook his head, fear flashed in his eyes: "Anyway, I haven't seen it, and everyone who has seen it is dead."
Han Muye nodded.
Encountering such a powerful beast on the River Styx, not many people can escape.
The underworld beast was attracted by those few soul crystals, and the river slowly returned to calm.
The souls that Ke Yang had attracted before could not condense so many soul crystals. No wonder he said he was at a loss.
Han Muye turned to look at the sails on the boat.
"This sail is made from the wings of the underworld beast, and the hull is made from the bones of the underworld beast." Ke Yang seemed to know what he was thinking and said with a smile.
really.
"The Soul Grinding Banner is the secret treasure of our Styx Ferryman clan. Only the clan leader knows how to refine it."
"Many people have had an interest in our clan, but in the end they all died in the River Styx."
"The River Styx is the shackles and destiny of our clan, and it is also our strongest guardian."
Ke Yang spoke out with emotion.
Huang Laoliu on the side suddenly said: "Is your sister the leader of your clan now?"
"I remember that she wanted to go back to Styx because there was no one to protect her tribe."
Ke Yang nodded, his face complex.
As the sailboat moved forward, the three of them remained silent.
This dark world of Styx does have skylight, which reflects the blood-red river, making it look a bit bright.
Han Muye saw the black figures on the boat. They were all like skeletons and wore black robes. They had no soul fluctuations and only seemed to be mechanically controlling the sailboat.
This reminded him of those war puppets in Immortal Burial City.
The black shadow on the ship is very similar to the war puppet, but the appearance is different and it lacks the battle armor.
"We're here." Ke Yang's voice came.
Turning to look ahead, a small island appeared.
The island seems to be only ten miles in radius, and from a distance it looks lush and green.
Even closer, they are all flowers and trees.
Blooming flowers.
There is also a small green island in the blood river with ten miles of flowers, which is rare.
On the blue-black reef, a female cultivator wearing a pale white dress and fluttering robes stood there.
"Sister, look who's coming!" Ke Yang called loudly.
The female cultivator chuckled and looked at Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu also showed emotion on his face and nodded slightly.
"Ke Xue, long time no see."
The female cultivator nodded and turned to Han Muye.
She actually recognized Han Muye and said with a chuckle: "So it's Senior Brother Han who is here. Senior Brother Han's style is still the same."
It turned out to be an acquaintance.
But why didn't Huang Laoliu introduce her to everyone at the beginning?
When Han Muye turned around, he just saw Huang Laoliu turning his head away.
When we got to the island, there were not only Keyang and Kexue siblings on the island, but also thousands of tribesmen.
According to Ke Xue, the Styx ferryman clan has its own mission, which is to guard the Styx.
The River Styx will overflow every 100,000 years, and the Styx ferryman needs to take action to calm the River Styx.
There are also powerful underworld beasts in the River Styx, and they also need to be hunted.
"There is a Holy City of Styx deep in the river. To get there, you need a ferryman to drive a sailboat to transport you."
"The person you are looking for probably went to the Holy City."
Looking at the jade token that Han Muye took out, Ke Xue said.
The Holy City of Styx contains the secret of reversing life and death.
It is said that you can recall the person you want to find in the endless soul.
It is also a holy place sought by countless people who have reached the end of their spiritual practice and do not want to be reincarnated and practice again.
Because in the Holy City of Styx, it is said that as long as you pay a price, your decayed body and soul can be replaced and rejuvenated.
Looking at it this way, Li Mubai may be in the Holy City.
Ke Xue said that if he wanted to go to the Holy City, he would have to wait for some time before there would be a big ship going to the Holy City.
There are tens of thousands of ferrymen on the River Styx, and they will bring people gathered from all over to the Holy City.
Han Muye wandered around the island, but Huang Laoliu didn't know where he had gone. He couldn't see anyone for several days.
There are also outsiders on the island. After paying a price, they were extradited to the island and are waiting to go to the Holy City.
These people can only repair in an enclosed stone house.
Han Muye had gone to see them, and most of them were near the end of their lifespan, or were demon cultivators whose cultivation had cut off their way forward.
There were also two practitioners among them, both of whom looked very old.
These people were extremely envious of Han Muye's ability to walk freely on the island.
"Brother, don't you want to know how the soul-grinding flag is made?"
"Let's go, Ke Xue has promised to show it to you."
When he reappeared, Huang Laoliu seemed to be in high spirits, and he pulled Han Muye's sleeve and left.
Arriving at the stone house on the top of the island, Han Muye saw a huge stone platform in the middle.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! On the stone platform, a blue-gray transparent wing spreads out.
These are the wings of the underworld beast.
This pair of wings is larger than the wings of the underworld beast seen in the river.
Ke Xue, dressed in white, stood beside the stone platform, holding a gold needle in her hand.
There is a golden thread behind the golden needle, but what the thread involves is her own body.
"The soul is the thread?"
Han Muye was stunned.
The method of condensing the soul into a thread is not difficult at all, but if it is constantly involved, it is not an easy task.
Not everyone is as perverted as him and can forge a long sword with his soul.
Ke Xue nodded, raised her hand, and the long golden needle passed through the wings.
At this time, a glimmer of green light flashed on the wings, and golden threads were attached to them.
"Cover the entire wings with the soul, ten wings at the front and back, ten times."
"To make a sail, at least five such wings are needed."
"If you see that big ship, you will know why that treasure can carry thousands of people."
The soul is drawn into threads and then slowly woven onto the wings. The hard work involved is unimaginable.
Ke Xue knitted stitch by stitch, her soul being swallowed by the wings, and a trace of paleness appeared on her face.
She stopped her hand, and a golden soul crystal appeared in her palm.
The crystal melted, entered her body, and was slowly refined.
It is unimaginable how much time and soul this sail requires.
Of course, the refinement of a sail is unimaginably powerful for the soul.
"With your clan's thorough research on the soul and the huge power of controlling the soul, you will definitely be able to gain a foothold if you leave this place." Han Muye suddenly said.
Ke Xue's body shows more than just the soul transformation line.
With this kind of sophisticated method of controlling the soul, if it comes to fighting, unless the soul of the same level is extremely powerful, it will not be able to survive even a face-to-face encounter with the Styx Ferryman.
Not everyone in the Styx ferryman clan has such strong soul power, and only Ke Xue in this clan can refine sails.
"Leave?" Ke Xue looked up at Han Muye, then turned to Huang Laoliu.
"Brother Six also said that."
"But this is our fate."
Ke Xue shook her head and then looked into the distance.
"The big ship is coming soon, you can go."
"Sixth brother, if you are free in the future, you can come see me again."
Why do you feel a bit resentful when you listen to this voice?
Huang Laoliu sighed, nodded, and walked out of the stone house.
"Actually, you can take my sister away." Outside the stone house, Ke Yang looked at Huang Laoliu.
"I can also refine sails."
"Can you suppress Styx?" Huang Laoliu turned to look at Keyang.
Ke Yang was stunned for a moment, with a look of disappointment on his face.
His cultivation level could not suppress the waves of the River Styx during the riot.
If it cannot be suppressed, the island where their people live will be swallowed up.
"The Styx Ferrymen live on the Styx River and are protected by the Styx River. Outsiders dare not harm them and cannot harm them."
"If they leave this place, I don't know how many demonic cultivators will take action to devour their souls."
Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on the bloody river and he spoke softly.
Styx suppresses the power except the soul and blood, and those demon cultivators are nothing in front of Styx.
On the other hand, if the Styx ferrymen leave the Styx, those demon cultivators have countless means to hunt them down.
As Ke Xue said, this may be fate.
"Actually, it's not impossible." Han Muye whispered softly.
He did not continue.
He possesses some memory images belonging to Immortal Lord Styx and knows some secrets.
Perhaps, if you really get the remains of Immortal Lord Styx, you can leave here.
"Woo——"
Ahead, the sound of horns came from the river.
A huge building ship three hundred feet long and fifty feet high appeared.
Eighteen hundred-foot-high sails, each with a golden stream of light shining through it.
This is at least an immortal treasure, and it is also the best among immortal treasures.
Just these eighteen sails, once they are stirred up, even the spirit of the Immortal Lord can capture them.
I never expected that there would be such powerful treasures in the River Styx.
Also, without such treasures, the Styx Ferryman clan would not be able to survive.
"On the Styx Boat, you can go to the Holy City by boarding the Styx Boat, and you can reverse the yin and yang..." An old man in gray and black robes walked out of the stone house below, his face full of excitement.
There is an irrepressible decay in his body.
The Five Declines of Heaven and Man.
This is a strong man who failed to break through the barrier between human immortals and celestial beings and was blocked from the celestial beings.
The gods and humans are declining, and their lifespan is about to end.
The practitioners in the stone houses all came out and stared longingly at the approaching boat on the River Styx.
"Let's go, I'll take you to the boat." Ke Yang said in a low voice.
The big ship stopped ten miles away.
Ke Yang drove the sailboat and sent the twenty-three practitioners stationed on the island, including him and Huang Laoliu, onto the big boat.
To board the ship, these practitioners need to pay spirit stones, fairy spirit stones, soul crystals, or other treasures.
According to Ke Yang, the value is about 30 million spirit stones.
This price is what a heavenly practitioner can afford.
But it’s almost all the belongings.
The practitioners who boarded the ship one after another honestly handed over their treasures to a few men in black robes standing on the deck.
The soul power revealed by these men in black robes is heart-stopping, at least they are in the realm of the Immortal Cave.
What's strange is that they don't look like real people, but rather stiff like puppets.
Ke Yang went up to the deck and looked for a gray-haired old man standing at the bow of the ship to whisper a few words. The old man nodded and his eyes fell on Huang Laoliu and Han Muye.
"Okay, their shipping fee is waived."
The old man's words made the surrounding people look at him with surprise and envy.
Thirty million spiritual stones, this is a huge amount of wealth.
"Brother Six, take care." When Ke Yang got off the boat, he held his hands towards Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu watched the sailboat driven by Keyang leave, and his eyes fell on the island not far away.
"Thinking back on those days when I was wandering on the edge of life and death, it's really a different feeling." He muttered, turning around to see Han Muye's strange eyes.
The three-hundred-foot-long ship slowly left, and Han Muye and Huang Laoliu were arranged in a fairly tidy quiet room.
There are already two demon cultivators among them.
One of these two people is Feng Yi, a god in the heavenly realm who is about to expire and has lost his cultivation. The other is in the semi-saint realm and goes to the Holy City of Styx to seek opportunities.
Feng Yi may be more talkative because his life is about to end.
Masato Ishihara rarely speaks.
Feng Yi boarded the ship half a year ago and has been wandering on the Styx with the ship for half a year.
This ship has nine floors, and the place they live in is the third floor.
The higher you go, the higher your level of cultivation is, or you need more money.
Double the shipping fee.
The ninth floor is said to be home to the strongest among the immortals.
"So what if you are an immortal, why don't you have to cross the River Styx to reverse life and death?" Feng Yi whispered with some emotion.
If someone really understands life and death and lives a happy life, then he is a true immortal.
But how can there be any immortal in the world who can truly break through illusion and have no desires or pursuits?
According to Feng Yi, the boat will have to travel on the Styx for a hundred days before it can set foot in the Holy City.
"Only when you get to the Holy City can you have a chance to reverse life and death." Feng Yi's eyes were filled with longing.
Master Ishihara turned his head slightly, with a hint of depth in his eyes.
Huang Laoliu only said that he came to the Holy City to seek opportunities.
Han Muye carried a sword on his back and wore a visor but said nothing.
One day later, a horn sound was heard on the ship.
Master Ishihara stood up and rushed out of the quiet room.
"If we encounter a beast of the underworld, the masters on the boat on the Styx will hunt down the beast of the underworld. If we do it, we can get some benefits." Feng Yi said as he rushed out.
Han Muye and Huang Laoliu looked at each other and walked out of the quiet room.
Practitioners can be seen everywhere outside.
Some people watched, and some rushed to the deck.
In the blood-colored waves, the entire ship rose and fell gently.
Three of the eighteen sails were raised, and golden light flashed on one of the sails that was a hundred feet high.
The golden light turned into a rope, tying a 30-foot-long bluish-gray strange beast in the river ahead.
The body of this strange beast was different from the underworld beast that Han Muye and the others saw last time. It was round and full of long thorns. It was tied up with golden ropes and kept roaring. The sound was like a baby crying.
"It's the Horror Beast. This guy's thorns are hard to deal with."
Someone whispered and quietly shrank his body back.
The golden rope over there dragged the 30-foot-long alien beast to the bow of the ship, and then crashed onto it with a "bang" sound.
Dozens of practitioners of various shapes and sizes swarmed forward, and all kinds of weapons fell from their hands.
"when--"
"when--"
These weapons hit the long thorns of the frightened beast, like weapons colliding, and the sound was clear and crisp.
A big man holding a long ax chopped off a foot-long black spike and dragged it back.
At this moment, the Fright Beast let out a low roar, and hundreds of spikes on its body suddenly shrank, and then exploded.
The hundreds of sharp thorns flew out, roaring, and pierced the bodies of the surrounding practitioners.
The big man with the spikes was in the worst situation. Two spikes pierced his body, dragged him to a foot-thick mast, and tied him tightly to it.
Blood all over the ground.
No one paid attention to these practitioners whose bodies were pierced, and more people rushed forward, slashing the body of the frightening beast with their weapons, drawing out a shower of golden blood.
Divinity!
What flows in this frightened beast is actually divinity.
Han Muye's figure moved, and after a few ups and downs, he came to the body of the Fright Beast.
He raised his hand and slapped it down, causing a big hole to open in the rough body of the Horror Beast, and golden blood spurted out.
He reached out and made a move, and a faint spiritual soul and divinity intertwined, turning into a golden stream of light and flashing in his hand.
It is indeed divinity, but it is too thin, not even as rich as the body of the most common monster beast in the God Realm.
However, this blend of divinity and divine soul power can allow people to enhance their divine soul a little bit when absorbing divinity.
In the world of gods, this is nothing, but in the world of immortals, it is already quite precious.
In the mortal world, this blood is a treasure.
Divine power can revive the dormant and depleted power of many people, replenish the power of the soul, and loosen people's realm.
It's really good stuff.
"drink--"
A big man wearing black magic armor slashed hard with a long knife in his hand, the blade flashed with magic light, and cut off half of the body of the frightening beast with one blow.
Golden blood flowed, and the entire body of the Fright Beast trembled several times, then fell silent.
A man in black robe stepped forward, raised his hand to collect the body of the frightened beast that had been killed, and then raised his hand to throw two golden soul crystals to the black-armored man.
The big man took the soul crystal with a long smile, then raised his hand and turned the golden blood scattered around into a golden thumb-sized ball.
Both of these things are unavailable elsewhere.
After killing a frightening beast, the water in the river ahead was still rolling, and a hundred-foot-long underworld beast could be seen. On the other side, there were three even larger underworld beasts floating slowly.
This underworld beast was obviously very intelligent. It looked at the boat on the River Styx and did not get closer. It just stirred up the waves and wanted to capsize the boat.
"Buzz——"
There was a roar from the ninth floor of the Styx Boat, and another sail was raised.
Above the four sails, golden light slowly flashed.
The three watching beasts turned around and wanted to escape, but they were already enveloped by the golden light scattered on the sail.
The underworld beast, shrouded in golden light, began to struggle, pulling the ship to sway with the waves.
Generations of golden light flashed, stalemate with the beasts of the underworld.
On the deck, the practitioners' eyes were filled with light.
The wings of the underworld beast are precious materials for refining sails, and its bones can be used to refine bone boats to cross the River Styx.
The blood, divinity and soul power contained in the flesh and blood are richer than those of the Shock Beast.
"Hunt the underworld beast." A voice sounded from the ship.
Hundreds of black figures flew out and walked away on the waves.
These are the men in black robes on the boat, each holding a three-foot-long fork, with a green fairy light flashing on the long fork.
The long fork pierced the back of the underworld beast in the snare, and blood splattered everywhere.
The golden blood stimulates the eyes of the practitioners on the deck.
The floating golden divine aura is fascinating.
"drink--"
It was still the same big man who had killed the Horror Beast with one sword before, shouting loudly and flying up.
His body spanned a thousand feet and landed directly on the underworld beast's back.
The long knife slashed down, and the golden blood surged like a fountain.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The underworld beast roared in pain, rolled its body, and rolled the big man holding the knife down with the long knife, and pressed it into the bloody river water.
On the boat on the River Styx, several more figures rushed out, stepping out with the power of their bodies and knocking down the weapons in their hands.
These are strong men who have cultivated physical strength and can break through the body defense of the underworld beast with one blow.
"Brother, I'm going to play." Beside Han Muye, Huang Laoliu chuckled.
On his body, a black battle armor covered his body, and a golden war gun appeared in his hand.
Immortal treasure.
However, he deliberately concealed the aura of the Immortal Treasure, and outsiders could only perceive the forcefulness of this war spear.
Flying up, a black shadow appeared behind Huang Laoliu.
The ten-foot-long shadow, with six arms and three heads, held a spear and stabbed the body of the underworld beast with its belly turned upside down.
"Bang——"
The underworld beast's body tumbled and rolled over again.
The big man with the knife who was drowned in the river breathed a long sigh of relief, and his body was covered with blood.
He looked up at Huang Laoliu, whose silhouette was solid behind him, and grinned.
Huang Laoliu is holding a war spear, and every blow can make the beast roll.
The more it rolled, the tighter the snare wrapped around its body became.
After a moment, the underworld beast with golden blood flowing all over its body stopped moving.
The big man with the knife raised his hand and the blood turned into two golden light balls with a watermelon laugh.
"My name is Luo Ren."
Handing one of the light balls to Huang Laoliu, the big man spoke loudly.
Huang Laoliu raised his hand to take the ball of light unceremoniously, then waved his hand and said: "My name is Huang Zhenxiong, you can call me Brother Six."
After saying that, Huang Laoliu turned to look at the underworld beast that was not suppressed by the snare in the direction of the bow: "What do you think, do it?"
Luo Ren's eyes lit up and he laughed loudly: "Sixth brother is mighty. I admire you."
He waved the long knife in his hand, stepped on the floating corpse of the underworld beast, and flew out.
"I'll go first!"
As soon as his voice fell, he heard a roaring sound behind him while he was in mid-air.
The six-armed shadow crossed over his body, and the golden spear condensed ten feet, and it plunged headlong into the underworld beast in the river.
At this moment, everyone on the boat on the Styx behind them focused their attention on Huang Laoliu.
Even on the ninth floor, there were people who nodded slightly.
"This man is quite brave." The man who spoke had a black complexion and had fangs and erect eyes. He was obviously from a foreign race.
"The six-armed three-headed phantom, the holy icon of the devil. If you can cultivate to a high and deep level, don't underestimate it." Another black-bearded Taoist wearing black armor and thick arms said in a low voice.
"boom--"
Huang Laoliu hit him in front, causing waves of water to surge into the sky, and golden blood rising into the sky.
The body of the hundred-foot-long underworld beast suddenly sank into the water, then rolled in pain, and its long and narrow body struck Huang Laoliu head-on.
Huang Laoliu laughed, raised his six arms behind him, and stood upright.