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.
What a powerful force that is, even the powerful Immortal Lord was like an ant before this calamity.
Only those giant golden armored bodies can withstand the calamity.
But these strong men also need to devour the power of others to complete the accumulation and transition of a calamity.
Raising his hand, Han Muye felt two auras twining around his fingertips.
One line is blue-grey, like the power of the world of vegetation.
The other path has the power of decay.
The power of decay is the power of calamity!
Han Muye actually intercepted a calamity power in his body before and controlled it.
If this was known to outsiders, they would probably be frightened.
Calamity is a great catastrophe of heaven and earth that only occurs once in at least tens of millions of years. It is an unexplainable force in the world.
Countless powerful men have fallen, and the Immortal Lord must do everything possible to save his life.
How could such an extremely powerful force be controlled by living beings?
But that decaying power is clearly the calamity!
The other one is the power from the previous calamity.
"Tongtianmu..."
The strongest person in the previous calamity finally fell, and his power evolved into the world, creating a new world.
This trace of power is the original power of Tongtianmu.
The power of the origin is still not as good as the power of Calamity, but there have been new changes between them.
"rule?"
A new world has new rules.
The power of rules is the foundation of world power.
The original power of Tongtianmu and the power of Calamity merged into a new rule.
If Tongtianmu had been given a little more time to successfully integrate his origins with Liangjie, he would have become the master of the new era.
Unfortunately, he failed.
"How many people survived the last calamity?"
How strong will those who have survived one or several tribulations be?
Tongtian Immortal Lord originally said that he had survived several tribulations, but did he control the rules himself?
At this moment, Han Mu understood in his ambition that rules were the power that the Immortal Lord pursued.
Only those who control the rules can survive the disaster safely.
Otherwise, you can only rely on luck to survive the disaster.
"Tongtian Immortal Lord, what exactly are you planning..."
A light flashed in Han Muye's eyes.
Tongtian Immortal Lord's methods are so powerful that he cannot be imprisoned by the gods so easily.
Now he is willing to be imprisoned in the God Realm for what purpose?
Han Muye knew that he would eventually go to see Tongtian Immortal Lord, but he would never go without being sure.
Seeing the two breaths slowly dissipating from his fingertips, Han Muye smiled on his face.
This may be a blessing in disguise.
This power of rules was actually obtained and controlled by him.
Separately they are the source and calamity, together they are the rules.
Slowly walking out of the cabin, Han Muye could feel a slight difference.
Looking at the world again, he can see the power in this world more clearly.
For example, the power of Qi and blood floating on the River Styx at this time.
In the blood, a faint force vibrates, and it seems to be sensing this force.
Immortal Lord Styx took action, activating the power of the Styx to bless his body. Now he has an extra connection with the Styx.
Just like the underworld beast hidden in the River Styx.
The relationship between the beast of the underworld and the River Styx is both parasitic and nurturing.
The River Styx raised the Hades Beast, but the Hades Beast stole its power and turned it into its own power.
The more Hades beasts there are in the River Styx, the more the power of the River Styx is dispersed.
The Styx Ferryman is a person who helps the Styx clean up the beasts of the underworld, ensuring the smooth flow of the Styx and the pure inheritance of power.
When there was no one around, Han Muye raised his hand and a ball of bloody Styx water fell on his palm.
If this scene were seen by outsiders, their jaws would probably drop.
The power above the Styx is imprisoned. Except for the power of the divine soul and the physical body, no other method exists, and nothing can float.
What force can attract the water of the Styx?
Not only that, at this time the Styx's restriction on Han Muye's cultivation had disappeared.
In other words, he can use the sword cultivation in his body, and he can also use his immortal cultivation to cast spells.
Who dares to believe that magic is being cast on the River Styx?
The bloody river water in the palm of my hand turned into red clouds and dissipated directly.
These river waters have been refined by Han Muye.
It used to take a long time to refine a drop of river water, but now this lump of river water has been integrated into the body in just an instant.
Instead of testing this change in power, he slowly walked to the deck.
There were very few people on board, and most of them were still on Xuanming Island and had not returned.
Huang Laoliu and the others are not here either.
"Brother Han, Sixth Brother is fighting with others, why don't you go and cheer him up?" Not far away, an old man wearing a gray Taoist robe with a trace of black magic light around his body said in a low voice when he saw Han Muye.
Fight?
A trace of astonishment flashed across Han Muye's face.
Sixth Brother still has this leisure time?
"It is said that Sixth Brother injured someone on a certain boat on the Styx yesterday. He was not very popular there. He challenged Sixth Brother, but he was beaten back. Then things got bigger and bigger, so he left the ring."
The old man told Han Muye the reason for the incident and took a small boat to Xuanming Island.
He had just traveled a hundred feet in a small bone boat when he suddenly felt the sound of wind behind him.
Turning around, his eyes suddenly widened.
Han Muye, who was dressed in a green robe and carrying a long sword on his back, was walking on the waves. In just a few steps, he had already landed on Xuanming Island.
Running on the waves in the River Styx?
is it possible?
The old man's eyes widened, knowing that Han Muye's figure had disappeared, but he did not come back to his senses.
Han Muye rushed to Xuanming Island and walked quickly, but after a while he arrived at a square in the small stone city.
At this time, the square was already surrounded by people. On a stone platform three feet high and several feet wide in the middle, two figures were taking action.
The sound of the fist hitting the flesh is like beating a drum.
Huang Laoliu was dressed in black magic armor, and his punches and kicks were filled with strong winds. The big man opposite showed no sign of weakness, and he fought back and forth with his fists and kicks, clearly not losing.
Huang Laoliu's fist and kick skills are not bad. When fighting in the demon world, he honed his killing methods to perfection.
Han Muye understood for a moment that Huang Laoliu had not killed him.
Huang Laoliu's demonic cultivation is tyrannical, and his combat power is extremely extraordinary even for suppressing the demonic energy.
If he hadn't held back, he could have eliminated the opponent in ten face-to-face encounters.
However, the opponent's strength is indeed not bad, and his cultivation must be at the peak of Tianzun. He has even practiced against the heavens and condensed his energy and blood to have the power to stop Huang Laoliu.
This kind of concentration and display of pure power is rare.
It can be said to be invincible among its peers.
"Bang——"
Huang Laoliu punched the opponent on the shoulder, knocking him back three steps.
Not only was the big man not angry, but he gave a long laugh, cupped his fists and said, "Sixth brother is so powerful, Tang Jin admires him."
As he spoke, he took a step back and said loudly: "From now on, Tang Jin will follow Brother Six in the Styx world."
When he said this, a roar of applause suddenly came from below.
Many people around the ring clasped their fists and shouted, "We must follow Brother Six."
Han Muye probably heard it. Huang Laoliu had won many games in a row, and everyone who came up to compete was defeated by him.
These people admired his skills and abilities more and more. After winning this arena, they conquered some like-minded people.
Han Muye felt that Huang Laoliu still had to be controlled like the sixth sister-in-law and not let out.
Afterwards, several more demonic cultivators rushed to the ring, but Huang Laoliu could only retreat after a few rounds.
By the time all the Styx boats gathered together and prepared to cross the Slaughter Reef, Huang Laoliu had already gathered hundreds of demon cultivators with good cultivation levels around him.
They all moved from their own boats and ate and drank with Huang Laoliu on the boat.
Han Muye was too lazy to respond and simply kicked Huang Laoliu out of the cabin.
This made Feng Yi and Ishihara, who were in the same cabin, a little stunned.
"Hey, Brother Han, even though you and Brother Six are from the same place, you shouldn't be so indifferent to the relationship."
"Sixth Brother gathering strength will be beneficial in the Holy City."
Feng Yi spoke in a low voice with some disappointment.
Master Ishihara simply packed up his things and went to follow Huang Laoliu.
Instead, Patriarch Tao Ran moved to Han Muye's quiet room and chatted with him about fire cultivation methods and alchemy techniques.
Feng Yi actually knew how to make alchemy, and he and Ancestor Tao Ran talked about various alchemy methods, and they felt very sympathetic to each other.
"Hey, the alchemy path is vast. Once I enter the master realm, it will be difficult for me to advance further." Ancestor Tao Ran shook his head and looked at Han Muye: "That girl Mu Wan has at least entered the saint realm with the alchemy path, right?"
Mu Wan's alchemy cultivation on Jiuxuan Mountain is the most profound.
No, the guy in front of me should be the one with the most powerful alchemy cultivation.
Seeing Han Muye chuckle and nod, Ancestor Tao Ran murmured: "I guess you have given up on alchemy..."
Han Muye originally studied alchemy with the same idea as him, in order to supplement his swordsmanship with alchemy.
The spiritual stones and treasures exchanged for alchemy are used to support cultivation.
Nowadays, Han Muye's cultivation level is extremely high, and the power behind him is also huge. There is no need to refine various elixirs by himself.
What's more, there is Mu Wan, a Taoist companion who is dedicated to making elixirs for him.
"Little friend Han," Feng Yi looked at Han Muye, took out a jade slip in his hand and said, "This is the alchemy path I have practiced all my life. You can take a look."
Putting the jade slip on the table, he sighed and said: "I don't know if I can find an opportunity when I go to the Holy City. This inheritance of alchemy cannot be cut off."
Although he didn't say it, his meaning was clear: he was handing over his alchemy inheritance to Han Muye.
Whether Han Muye cultivates it himself or gives it to others, he can at least ensure that this inheritance has not disappeared.
Holding the jade slip in his hand, Han Muye was a little surprised when his spiritual thoughts penetrated it.
Feng Yi's alchemy inheritance still has some merits.
Whether it is the choice of the compatibility of elixirs or the sublimation of power after mixing multiple low-level elixirs, they all have their own unique methods.
Sure enough, there is always a way to practice in this world.
His spiritual mind read through it very quickly, and he read all the information in this jade slip in just a moment.
Seeing that he was silent and seemed to be deep in thought, Feng Yi shook his head and said regretfully: "It's a pity that the power of cultivation cannot be used here. Otherwise, I can personally use the alchemy method for you to take a closer look."
He thought that Han Muye was stumped by the extremely advanced alchemy methods in the jade slips.
Hearing his words, Han Muye laughed and suddenly raised his hand.
A golden light shield enveloped the quiet room.
When the light shield enveloped them, both Feng Yi and Ancestor Tao Ran felt their whole bodies tremble.
There was a trace of spiritual energy surging in them.
"This, this -" Feng Yi's mouth trembled, but he was speechless.
There is spiritual energy appearing above the River Styx. How is this possible?
But at this time, he had already sensed the emergence of spiritual energy in his body.
Ancestor Tao Ran shook his head with a complicated expression.
"I knew it."
"Nothing strange happens to you."
He had been shocked countless times since when Han Muye was working as a sword watcher in Jiangge.
Han Muye had shocked him so much that he was no longer surprised.
"Now you can make elixirs." Han Muye said with a smile.
Feng Yi and Tao Ran laughed and each waved their hands to take out an alchemy cauldron.
Han Muye did not refine the elixir, but just watched from the sidelines.
A gleam of divine light flashed in his eyes.
After mastering the rules, he saw something slightly different.
Ancestor Tao Ran and Feng Yi have a quiet power budding in them.
This power is full of vitality.
If this power is allowed to grow, they will have a chance to be reborn.
But this power is too weak.
As long as there is a trace of external force suppressing it, this power will be blown out like a candle.
"The great road of heaven and earth, the rules of life and death." Han Muye made a move.
This is the rule of life and death.
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Then, it is impossible for the Immortal Lord Styx, who can change people's life and death, to fall.
In the war that year, he was most seriously injured.
Therefore, he could not control his power of death, and his power leaked out and turned into the River Styx.
Unknowingly, Han Muye's understanding became clearer.
Ancestor Tao Ran and Feng Yi continued to refine various elixirs. They had similar cultivation levels and similar knowledge, and their communication became smoother.
A few days later, when the two people put away the alchemy furnace, small jade bottles were placed on the table.
Han Muye raised his hand and dispersed the shrouded light curtain.
The moment the light curtain dissipated, a faint energy and blood appeared on the bodies of the elderly Feng Yi and Tao Ran.
Their faces also slowly recovered from their previous old age.
The two of them watched in surprise as each other changed from white hair to a head full of gray hair, looking like they were in their fifties.
Tao Ran looked at Han Muye in surprise.
"Life and death are in the heart. If the heart does not die, the world will never be destroyed." Han Muye said softly.
If your heart does not die, your life will never die.
At this moment, Patriarch Tao Ran understood what Han Muye meant.
"Styx, haha, this is the true power of Styx." With a sigh, Patriarch Tao Ran stood up.
"When I leave this place, I will travel across the heavens and the world."
"The world is so big and wonderful."
"Haha, let's go together, let's go together." Feng Yi also arranged his clothes and stood up.
The light curtain dispersed, and a roaring sound came from outside the cabin.
Putting away the various jade bottles, the three of them walked out of the cabin.
The deck is already full of practitioners.
Huang Laoliu stood on the bow of the boat with a spear in his hand and a demonic icon behind him. Wind and waves were rising in front of him, and many underworld beasts and strange beasts in the water appeared in the waves.
"kill!"
As soon as he shouted, several practitioners jumped out and landed on the strange beasts that surfaced, slashing down with their swords.
In the rear position, more than a dozen Styx boats cut through the waves and meandered forward in the bloody river.
"Haha, I'm still a brother and you can't come out of seclusion." Seeing Han Muye walking out, Huang Laoliu laughed and threw out the spear in his hand.
"Bang——"
Thousands of feet away, on the wave, a thirty-foot-long frightening beast was pierced by a shot.
