Huang Laoliu was surrounded by many people, and Han Muye stood behind them and did not pass by.
Luo Ren and Tang Jin were beside Huang Laoliu, and the others were all powerful masters.
There were also several Styx ferrymen on the Styx boat not far from them, joining forces with them to kill the Hades beast.
Obviously, the strength of Huang Laoliu and the others was recognized by the Styx Ferryman.
It is difficult for the Styx Boat to cross the Styx River just by relying on the strength of the Styx ferryman and the Styx Boat. It requires the efforts of the people on board.
Huang Laoliu and the others killed the underworld beast and the strange beasts in the water, and then the Styx ferryman took action, netting his body with the golden light falling from the sail, and then dragged him to the boat.
This Styx boat is clearly the leader among the more than ten Styx boats, traveling at the front.
Controlling the power of rules and possessing the power of the source of the Styx, Han Muye could see more things in front of his eyes.
This sea area covered with rocks is clearly filled with many messy forces intertwined.
Those underworld beasts that were supposed to be mobilized by the power of the Styx became increasingly violent and disorderly here.
Here, there is a force that does not belong to the Styx.
Han Muye watched the battle ahead for a while and showed no intention of taking action. Instead, he turned around and walked back to the cabin.
To Ishihara, who was observing quietly, this was a sign of cowardice.
"Isn't that Fellow Daoist Han the brother of Sixth Brother? Why don't you come to help Sixth Brother?" An old man with white beard wearing half armor whispered softly.
Now that he is on the periphery of the battle group, he can only act as an underdog, without much benefit.
Everyone around him was extremely envious of those who followed Huang Laoliu ahead and could earn a lot of golden soul beads.
As long as safety can be guaranteed, who wouldn't want to hunt down beasts in exchange for gold beads?
Sixth Brother is sitting at the front, so those who follow him can take action with confidence.
Who wouldn’t envy it?
"Perhaps he knows that he is not strong enough. Otherwise, with Sixth Brother's temperament, why would he not give him a chance?" Ishihara shook his head and spoke calmly.
He himself was not strong enough, but by currying favor with Huang Laoliu, he was assigned the job of maintaining order on the deck.
In the past few days, I have received two rewards.
"Haha, we practitioners should put down our face when it's time for us to put down our face, for the sake of practice, for the sake of immortality, and not to be embarrassed." An old man shook his head, his eyes fell on the underworld beast that was attracted by the golden light: "It's done."
Everyone rushed forward, killed the underworld beast that was not yet dead, skinned and removed the bones, and they were very skillful.
Of course, the dissipated Qi and blood will inevitably have to be sucked in a few more times.
When Han Muye returned to the cabin, he walked directly to the stairs.
He climbed up the stairs step by step.
The higher you go up, the more elegant the cabins are. On the seventh and eighth floors, you can still see maids and some green plants.
Some of those tightly closed cabins still had surging energy and blood flowing out.
Stepping onto the top, the boat's guardian elder Qu Qian and another elder were there.
There are also several Styx ferrymen wearing black robes.
Standing aside, there are five or six practitioners. Even if they don't show their cultivation, it can be seen that they have extraordinary demeanor and must be strong people.
It is estimated that either his strength has been recognized, or he has been invited to join the Holy City.
In the previous battle, Huang Laoliu was recognized for his strength and was invited to join the Holy City.
"Haha, fellow Taoist Han is here." Qu Qian smiled and held his hands.
This attitude made the practitioners around him stunned.
Are you being too attentive?
Qu Qian didn't want to be too attentive, but he was a big creditor. He and the other elders on the boat on the Styx owed him 120,000 gold beads.
That's a huge sum of money, and people like them won't be able to make it back in hundreds of years.
Han Muye nodded in return and walked forward to the window sill.
The location here is really good, the scenery outside and the bird's eye view of the battle on the deck are both excellent.
Standing high and seeing far, on the ninth floor, you can see that the sea in the distance is densely covered with rocks.
The fleet needs to move forward carefully and slowly.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and a golden stream of light flashed in his pupils.
The world in front of him suddenly changed and divided into various misty shadows.
The light red one is the power of the Styx, showing a faint vitality, the blue and black one is another one, which seems to tear the power of the Styx into pieces, and the pale one is another one, in which the life is cut off.
Various forces intertwined and slowly surged in the chaotic reef.
It can be seen that the current fleet is walking in a place shrouded by the power of the Styx.
Moreover, the Styx ferryman should be able to sense the power of the Styx, and the position where he controls the fleet is always under the shadow of the power of the Styx.
It's just that there are rocks everywhere on the Slaughter Reef, and the forces are surging around each other. I'm afraid that the Styx ferrymen wouldn't be able to keep their fleet sailing where the power of the Styx is shrouding them.
Han Muye could sense that the places shrouded by other forces were filled with murderous intentions towards the boat on the Styx.
Once the Styx boat falls into it, what awaits is a siege and killing.
"Bang——"
Ahead, Huang Laoliu took action again.
Four underworld beasts mixed with several huge gray-white alien beasts rushed towards the bow of the ship. Huang Laoliu showed the demonic icon behind him, threw out his spear, and pierced the head of the leading alien beast.
"That's a bone-eating beast. Its bones are so hard and its body is so powerful that it can crush even a boat on the Styx."
The person who spoke was another guarding elder beside Qu Qian.
Suppressing other forces in the Styx, with a hard body and powerful strength, it is already extremely difficult to deal with.
The skull of the bone-eating beast was pierced by Huang Laoliu, but it did not die.
The body rolled and hit the water waves. This powerful beast actually crashed into the boat on the Styx with all its strength.
"drink--"
Huang Laoliu shouted loudly and flew out, the demon statue behind him raised its six arms.
He stood in front of the boat on the River Styx, and his blood surged as if there was a flame burning.
Six arms grabbed the spear, and the golden spear flashed with dazzling golden light.
This is the scene where the soul and blood activate the immortal treasure, causing the power of this war gun to be infinitely stimulated.
One man and one gun stood in front of the boat on the Styx, blocking the huge bone-eating beast from moving forward at all.
"It's amazing..." Someone whispered on the ninth floor.
This scene caused cheers from the entire deck.
"Sixth brother is mighty——"
Seeing Huang Laoliu stalemate with the bone-eating beast, many people were pumping their fists in encouragement.
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The Styx suppresses the power of cultivation, and the immortals who do not have enough physical strength are not as good as the deities here.
Han Muye, who understood the rules, saw something different this time.
As those on the boat shouted, Huang Laoliu's strength actually increased again.
No wonder Huang Laoliu would step forward every time there was no need to do so. It turned out that he was stimulating his own strength.
That's not right, this was a kind of mysterious force pulling him, which made him gather strength unconsciously.
Is it because of the demonic icon?
This power is somewhat similar to Shinto methods, gathering the power of incense.
It’s just that Huang Laoliu’s demonic icon will bless itself with the gathered power.
"Fellow Taoist Bear Suppression is indeed extraordinary." Qu Qian said with a smile and turned to Han Muye.
He was somewhat looking forward to seeing what would happen if Han Muye took action.
Outsiders only saw that Han Muye seemed to be Huang Laoliu's follower, but they had already discovered during the transaction in Shibao that Huang Laoliu clearly listened to Han Muye in everything.
Moreover, Han Muye was able to take out powerful weapons such as the Sky-breaking Crossbow without blinking an eye, and the treasures he received in exchange were very random, and Huang Laoliu was left to pick and choose.
Between the two of them, Han Muye acted more relaxed and casual.
The fighting on the water ahead has heated up, and there are several powerful alien beasts rushing towards the Styx boat.
Han Muye had no intention of taking any action. On the ninth floor, two old men in black robes looked at each other and flew down.
The energy and blood surging in their bodies was strong, and long-handled weapons appeared in their hands while they were in mid-air.
"kill--"
With a long roar, the power of the two spiritual treasures was activated, a gray-black halo appeared, and they turned into phantoms dozens of feet tall.
The two of them landed on the bow of the boat, and the shadows on the weapons in their hands shot out and hit the bloody river ahead.
The bodies of the two alien beasts were directly torn open.
This attack looks no worse than Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu, who was facing the bone-eroding beast in front of him, turned his head to take a look and chuckled.
He suddenly pulled out his spear and clenched his fists.
"Bang——"
The holy statue behind him was punched down.
The huge bone-eating beast trembled, its eyes showing pain.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
The six arms were knocked down in turn, causing the Bone Erosion Beast's entire body to tremble, rolling and twisting crazily.
But Huang Laoliu's feet didn't move at all, and his fists rained down.
The bone-eating beast roared in pain, and its entire body dived toward the river below.
Escaped.
Such strange beasts that only know how to kill can actually escape?
Qu Qian and others above the ninth floor were a little stunned.
On the deck, the practitioners began to chant.
But after a while, all the calls slowly fell silent.
Huang Laoliu's figure fell into the bloody river with the bone-eroding beast, and no trace of his body could be seen.
"Will Brother Six be okay?"
"This, nothing is floating in the Styx, it's too bad."
"Brother Six was careless and didn't dodge."
Everyone on the deck realized something was wrong and started to panic.
There was a slight smile on the faces of the two old men who killed the strange beasts with just one move.
Instead of using the power of thunder to kill a strong enemy, you are just wrestling with it. Now you are out of luck, right?
"Fellow Daoist Han, will Brother Zhenxiong be okay?" Qu Qian looked at Han Muye with some anxiety.
Han Muye shook his head.
In his eyes, he could see the power churning under the River Styx.
"Brother Six is back." He said calmly.
"Bang——"
The silent water suddenly exploded.
A bone-eating beast rushed out of the bloody river.
But at this time, the bone-eroding beast was completely different from its previous appearance. Instead, it was covered in black magic armor.
The magic armor is ferocious, with sharp thorns all over its body and a cold light.
Huang Laoliu, who stood above the bone-eating beast, held a spear in his hand, and the other hand held the golden rope that penetrated the bone-eating beast's head.
The bone-eroding beast moved forward in the Styx River, shaking its head and tail, knocking over other monsters around it.
This bone-eating beast was actually subdued!
The powerful beast in the River Styx, which only knows how to kill, was defeated!
Huang Laoliu laughed loudly, driving the bone-eating beast to rampage, freely riding on the Styx River.
The people watching the battle on the bow and in the cabin were all stunned.
"How can anyone subdue a bone-eroding beast?" the guarding elder beside Qu Qian murmured.
This kind of thing has never happened in the Holy City for hundreds of thousands of years.
When the Great Elder was here, he used the soul-suppressing banner to suppress the alien beasts in the River Styx, which actually led to many people taking action to subdue the alien beasts.
After that, the great elder and the soul-suppressing banner disappeared, and no one in the holy city could subdue the strange beast and subdue it.
Nowadays, those strong men in the Holy City who can control strange beasts to fight have high status in the city.
"If Taoist Brother Zhenxiong can stay in the Holy City for a long time..." Qu Qian's eyes fell on Han Muye again.
Who are these two people, and what is their purpose in coming to the Holy City?
Whether it is the wealth displayed by Han Muye or the power displayed by Huang Zhenxiong, they are really frightening.
"boom--"
On the river below, Huang Laoliu drove the bone-eating beast back and forth, driving away a group of strange beasts with the war gun in his hand.
The two strong men standing on the bow looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.
Huang Laoliu is too strong and there is no comparison at all.
The whole boat cheered, and the boat on the Styx sailed forward through the waves.
With Huang Laoliu clearing the way ahead, the speed of the fleet was much faster.
This kind of thing happened hundreds of thousands of years ago, when a fleet of ships was traveling, escorted by strong men riding strange beasts.
Han Muye did not leave the ninth floor, but stood in front of the window sill and looked at the world in front of him.
This realization of the flow of illusory breath gave him a feeling of being integrated into the great road.
The sense that seemed to touch another kind of power made him a little intoxicated.
"Luck?"
He remembered that Li Yungang said at the beginning that after cultivating to the realm of the Immortal Lord, those ethereal powers are the direction of cultivation.
According to what Li Yungang said, Han Muye was a person with great luck, so he followed him to the mortal world.
Now looking at the intertwining forces on the Styx River, Han Muye can see it more clearly.
These kinds of collisions of forces that transcend the level of the Immortal Lord, the creatures trapped in them are completely unable to control themselves.
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His eyes turned to the sails of the eighteen Styx ships.
These sails have a faint golden light and are connected with each other.
A trace of mysterious power escaped, seeming to guide the fleet forward.
The person who controls the boat on the Styx must be an immortal king.
Or, this boat on the Styx can exert the power of the Immortal Lord.
The entire fleet moved forward in the Chaos Reef, constantly clashing. Although they encountered many alien and underworld beasts, they were able to get through.
Because the fleet has never left the range covered by the power of the Styx.
If you don't leave the range covered by the power of the Styx, it will not trigger attacks from other forces.
This seems to be a connection of luck?
"Woo——"
The sound of a horn came from a large ship behind.
Qu Qian and another elder's expressions turned solemn.
Eighteen sails slowly rose, and the golden halo on them flashed.
Not just this one, but all eighteen Styx boats raised their sails.
The dazzling golden light intertwined, and the strength of the fleet was connected, turning into a golden barrier.
Ahead, a golden light also descended on Huang Laoliu, wrapping his body and flashing golden light.
The aura in Han Muye's eyes could see that the world in front of him was a green-gray aura.
The fleet is about to break out of the place enveloped by the power of the Styx!
"call--"
There seemed to be a strange wind sweeping through the void.
The wind hit the golden light curtain of the fleet, causing the light curtain to tremble.
There is an invisible force attacking the fleet!
For a moment, all the practitioners on the deck looked solemn.
Huang Laoliu in front also raised the battle gun in his hand.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
coming.
"boom--"
A golden stream of light rushed out from the bottom of the water and hit the light curtain.
It was a hundred-foot long spear, which was pierced into the light curtain and directly revealed ten feet.
The coldness coming from the gun tip seemed to freeze the entire fleet.
Many of the practitioners standing on the deck were trembling all over.
Many practitioners who come to the River Styx to find opportunities have exhausted their lifespan and lack of Qi and blood.
When encountering such a cold force, there is no way to resist it.
"kill--"
Huang Laoliu flew up and hit the 100-foot-long spear with the battle spear in his hand.
He drove the bone-eroding beast, crashed out of the light curtain, and rushed out.
This bravery made everyone speechless.
"Bang——"
"Bang——"
There were not only spears in the water, but also various swords thrust out, and gray-black strange beasts rushed towards the fleet.
The light curtain can block swords and guns, but it cannot block strange beasts.
Obviously, this is because of power screening, and the power of alien beasts is not blocked.
On the deck, a group of practitioners began to take action.
Many people imitated Huang Laoliu's example, flew down and landed on the top of the alien beast.
Huang Laoliu's bravery gave everyone courage.
In Han Muye's eyes, a strange power could be seen gathering.
Unexpectedly, Huang Laoliu could influence luck with his own power.
There was a trace of luck gathering in Wang Huang Laoliu.
Even if this trace of power is weak, it is still luck, and it is something that the Immortal Lord is diligently pursuing.
Change your fate against the will of heaven.
Seeing Huang Laoliu suppressing the 100-foot-long spear with the spear in his hand, Han Mu's ambition became clear.
Fight to change fate.
Everything that Huang Laoliu has is achieved by fighting with his own hands.
Over time, he became more and more accustomed to this kind of fighting.
In the world of Xianyuan, Huang Laoliu has been depressed for too long.
Visible to the naked eye, the energy and blood in Huang Laoliu's body are increasing and churning.
"Roar--"
Looking up to the sky and roaring, the phantom of the demon saint statue behind Huang Laoliu grew larger again.
Above the thirty-foot body, a fourth pair of arms stretched out.
Eight-armed golem!
At this moment, even through a curtain of light, Huang Laoliu's tyrannical power could be felt.
"Sixth brother is mighty——"
Countless people roared.
Huang Laoliu smiled and fired out a spear, knocking the 100-foot-long spear away.
He raised his hand, and the demon behind him stretched out an arm to hold the hundred-foot long spear.
The spear turned into a ten-foot-long spear, its body was blood red, and the tip of the spear was glowing with cyan light.
An extremely valuable spear was actually snatched into his hands.
With Huang Laoliu's bold move, the fleet's progress accelerated.
In just three days, he broke through this gray aura and returned to the river enveloped by the power of the Styx.
When the power of the Styx gathered again, Han Muye could see another trace of power quietly surging in Huang Laoliu.
The feedback from the power of heaven and earth, the gift from luck.
Cultivation in this world is really strange.
Han Muye looked up at the top of his head.
A purple-red halo with golden light seemed to be blinding.
He smiled bitterly and shook his head.
No wonder so many powerful immortal kings were extremely kind to me in the Rain-Bending Immortal Realm.
Who would wait for such lucky luck?
Do you still think there is something special about you?
No, isn't that what makes me so lucky?
Instead of watching Huang Laoliu's heroic fight, Han Muye focused his attention on the sails scattered with golden light in front of him.
At this moment, he could sense the changes in the power of the soul on the sail.
Gathering souls.
Soul condensation.
This kind of power seems to be similar to the power of Shinto?
List of gods?
no.
Thinking of the Conferred Gods List, Han Muye suddenly remembered the golden-armored warriors he had seen in that dagger before.
Those extremely huge golden armors have the power of Shinto surging within them.
Not just Shinto.
In other words, the end of practice will be contaminated by Shinto?
What are the gods?
Han Muye felt like he was trying to see through the fog, but he couldn't see clearly.
It should be that my level is not enough.
Just like the power of measuring calamities, I cannot study it now.
Even if I have a little grasp of it, I dare not analyze it in depth.
Unknowingly, the fleet has been traveling for dozens of days.
According to Qu Qian and the other elders who were in charge of the boat on the Styx, this trip through the Slaughter Reef was the smoothest and most relaxing in thousands of years.
I don’t know whether it was due to good luck or Huang Laoliu’s toughness, but there were no real difficult battles along the way.
Han Muye did not go to the ninth floor to observe in the following days, but quietly comprehended the power of the rules in his cabin.
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"boom--"
The hull of the ship shook, and Han Muye woke up from his trance. He raised his hand to disperse the light around him, and with a movement of his body, he appeared outside the cabin.
As soon as he got out of the cabin, he frowned.
What was imprinted in his eyes was clearly a gray-black color mixed with a pale aura.
Deadly and dull.
This is not a place ruled by the power of Styx.
The golden light shield outside the fleet was hit by black fist marks one after another, and it seemed that it was about to break at any time.
Not far ahead, Huang Laoliu drove a bone-eating beast in black devil armor close to the Styx boat, waving two war guns in his hands to fly away the pale beast that rushed through.
These strange beasts have wolf-like heads, are covered in black scales that look like dry bones, and are extremely powerful.
The minions were black, with blood-red eyes. Each body was ten feet long, and its long tail swung, causing waves of blood to surge.
The main reason is that they are extremely numerous and densely packed, blocking the waterway in front.
Eighteen Styx boats have stopped, their sails half lowered.
In Han Muye's eyes, he could see the entangled forces tearing apart the heaven and earth in front of him.
The power of Styx seems to be under siege and is retreating steadily.
He quickly stepped onto the ninth-floor cabin, where Qu Qian and others were present.
It's just that at this time, everyone's expressions became more and more serious, and they were all staring at the void ahead.
They can't see those breaths, but they can also feel the oppression between heaven and earth.
As Styx ferrymen, their connection with the Styx seems to be cut off.
This makes them feel uneasy.
"Why did it deviate from the waterway?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian and spoke in a deep voice.
His words stunned Qu Qian and the other guarding elder.
"Departed from the waterway? There is no waterway in and out of the Holy City. We are all the guides to pursue the boat on the Styx..." Qu Qian whispered and turned to look at the sail ahead.
Han Muye raised his eyes and saw the sail, the golden light on it had dimmed a lot.
This is the result of being suppressed by forces outside the Styx.
The power of Styx has been weakened?
Who can do this?
Han Muye looked at the various auras intertwined in the void in front of him, his face slightly solemn.
In such a confrontation of forces, one careless move could lead to death or destruction of the situation.
"boom--"
A hundred-foot-long skeletal snake sprang out of the water, its long snake body swung, and its long tail slammed down toward the bow of the ship.
Huang Laoliu shouted low, and Luo Ren and others on the bow flew up, hitting the bone snake's body with the weapons in their hands.
There was a roar and explosion, broken bones flew down, and several bodies were knocked back to the deck.
Huang Laoliu, who had pulled out, gave a long shout, flew forward, pierced the giant snake's head with both guns on the left and right sides, rolled it over, and directly twisted the snake's head off.
He shouted again, threw out the snake's head with both guns, and landed on the deck.
Suddenly, there was cheers on the boat on the Styx.
"Fellow Taoist Suppression Bear is indeed tyrannical." Qu Qian whispered, but his expression did not improve much.
Only the ferrymen on the ninth floor knew that the fleet was in the wrong channel and what was waiting for them.
The fighting continued, and the eighteen Styx boats had difficulty moving forward. The guarding elders on each boat communicated, and each boat had to move forward alternately to use a buffer space to break through the obstruction.
This gave Huang Laoliu and the practitioners on the boat some more breathing time.
Huang Laoliu didn't care, but most of the practitioners on board were practitioners whose combat power had been reduced. Those who could practice for a while were greatly relieved.
When Han Muye came down from the ninth-floor cabin to the deck, Huang Laoliu and the others were looking for a place to repair.
Ancestor Feng Yi and Tao Ran had refined a lot of elixirs before, but when they took them out, many people immediately grabbed them.
They all exchange gold beads for elixirs.
The boat on the Styx only makes one trip for many years, and the people waiting at the various crossings have long since exhausted all the elixirs in their bodies.
Now there are elixir supplements, which are naturally extremely valuable.
When Han Muye walked to the bow of the ship, Huang Laoliu stood up.
"What, something is wrong?" He looked at Han Muye, his expression slightly serious.
He knew that Han Muye had nothing to do and was too lazy to come to the bow of the ship.
"Be careful, there may be stronger beasts ahead." Han Muye nodded and looked at the fleet ahead.
At this time, the ship retreated to the middle of the fleet, and it would take about half a day before it was the leader's turn to attack the position.
Seeing Han Muye and Huang Laoliu standing side by side on the bow of the boat, the expressions of many people behind them changed a bit.
Especially those later practitioners who had almost never met Han Muye.
"Who is this person, and how can he be qualified to stand side by side with Sixth Brother?" A big man wearing half armor, with magic marks on his head and face, stared and whispered.
"It seems that I came here with Brother Six, but I just didn't have the courage." Another old man shook his head and said with some disdain: "I guess he was scared these days."
In the past few days, there have been constant battles, the fleet moved slowly, and many practitioners who were nesting in the cabins came out.
"Haha, this kind of person will probably shrink back when it comes to fighting." Someone shook his head and put a pill into his mouth.
The leading ship in front has moved away, allowing the second Styx boat to rush past.
"boom--"
With the help of momentum, there is a waterway in front of the fleet.
Broken white bones were scattered, and countless strange beasts on the water surrounded him.
It can be seen from a distance that the surroundings of the big ship are quickly covered by strange beasts, and the blood-colored river surface has disappeared, leaving only a pale white surface.
The practitioners on the boat used all their strength to block the strange beasts that were charging towards the boat.
The golden light on the eighteen sails also spread to the surroundings one by one, crushing the strange beasts.
But the ship couldn't last long.
On the river at the front, on a huge reef, a black three-headed beast slowly raised its head.
The body of 300 feet has far exceeded the height of the Styx Boat.
The heads of the three strange beasts slowly turned, and their six golden eyes stared at the boat on the Styx.
The golden light curtain on the boat on the Styx was directly shattered, and the eighteen sails vibrated, entangled with the golden light in the eyes of the alien beast.
The strange beast stood up slowly, with two legs and four wings, and its wings were spread out to a length of five hundred feet.
The dark fleshy wings glowed with a faint light, and there was a halo like dragon scales on them.
This scale is very similar to the one Luo Ren gave to Huang Laoliu, but it is obviously much larger than that one.
The alien beast is so powerful that it can definitely capsize the boat on the River Styx with one blow.
"It's over, why is there a dragon carving beast here?" An old man looked forward with a pale face.
"Is that the dragon eagle that can swallow souls for food, and can shatter the world with one strike?" Another person's eyes widened, and he murmured: "There are few beings on the Styx River who can fly across the sky..."
The Styx blocked the power, but this dragon-carved beast could soar into the air with the help of its wings.
Its power is unimaginable.
"It is said that the dragon carving beast will fall into a deep sleep after it is full. Maybe..." Someone stared at the Styx boat in front of them, with a glint of light flashing in their eyes.
Perhaps it would be enough to wait until all the people on the first few Styx boats are eaten?
"Roar--"
The dragon carving beast slowly stood up, its body as if made of iron showing oppression.
The wings slowly opened, the scales stood up, and a strange roar came from the dragon carving beast's huge mouth.
The sound was as harsh as tearing the body apart, making people feel like their soul was about to leave the body.
Soul attack!
Within a radius of ten miles, the souls of all living beings are shaken.
Following this divine soul attack, the scales around the dragon carving beast were separated from the body.
Each scale is half a foot in diameter and is clearly a black blade!
Tens of thousands of sharp blades were suspended and spinning rapidly.
If this was shot out, I don't know how many people's bodies could be cut into pieces.
The Styx ferrymen on the eighteen Styx boats had golden divine souls flashing on their bodies.
Their power is related to the boat on the Styx, and they specialize in cultivating the soul, so it's better.
Most of the other practitioners were already standing there, unable to move at all.
As long as the black scales fly out, it will be directly chopped into pieces.
Huang Laoliu shouted angrily and flew up.
On the water below, the bone-eating beast rushed out and caught his body.
Han Muye shook his head and looked up at the third Styx boat ahead.
On the top of the cabin of the Styx boat, a large crossbow has been quietly set up.
"Roar--"
The dragon carving beast roared loudly, the black scales around it had rotated to the extreme, and the sound of breaking through the air resounded.
But it didn't release the scales.
His six-eyed gaze turned to the third Styx boat.
"Buzz——"
A strange spiritual power struck there like a fist.
"Bang——"
Opposite this fist, a hundred-foot crossbow arrow shot out quickly.
The crossbow arrow collided with the fist, directly tearing the fist apart, then rushed forward and pierced the dragon carving beast's neck.
The dragon carving beast flapped its wings, and all its scales rotated in front of it.
"boom--"
The crossbow arrow collided with the scale armor and exploded.
Countless scales shattered and collapsed, and the crossbow arrows also turned into fragments.
The next moment, the dragon carving beast spread its wings and rose up.
The next moment, the second crossbow arrow flew out.
"Bang——"
The crossbow arrow penetrated one of the dragon carving beast's heads, exploding it directly.
The dragon carving beast roared in pain, spread its wings, and beat it hard.
"boom--"
The water surges to the sky.
All eighteen Styx boats began to rock.
With this blow, the dragon carving beast, whose head was shot in half, escaped and ran away.
Until the dragon carving beast left, there was still silence on the eighteen Styx boats.
This change is so rapid that no one dares to think about it or believe it.
The power of the crossbow arrows is simply astonishing.
With such a powerful crossbow arrow, I am afraid it can kill even a powerful person with one arrow, right?
When did the Stygian Ferryman take control of such a powerful treasure?
At this time, on the top of the third Styx boat, several guarding elders looked pale, with smiles on their faces, but also some regrets.
"If we can kill the three dragon-carved beasts, we can pay off all the debts and make a lot of money." An old man said with a smile, a look of pity on his face.
"The Holy City hasn't hunted such a powerful beast in 30,000 years, right?"
"Even if you take these scattered scales back, you can exchange them for a lot of gold beads."
Everyone was talking and feeling a little sad.
The two crossbow arrows did not leave the dragon carving beast behind, and they were still not familiar with the control.
Moreover, the power consumed was so huge that the three elders could only control the power of one arrow.
"I don't know who Daoist fellow Han is, but he actually has such a treasure." An old man looked at the sky-breaking crossbow and spoke in a low voice.
Everyone turned to look at Huang Laoliu, who was riding a bone-eroding beast on the river.
Huang Laoliu was a little depressed because he could not step forward to fight the dragon carving beast. At this time, he rushed up on the river and smashed the belly of the scattered beasts until they turned white.
All the practitioners on the boat on the Styx began to cheer.
Han Muye shook his head slightly and looked in the direction where the dragon carving beast flew away.
The atmosphere in that direction is very chaotic.
It's full of evil.
Rays of golden light fell from the boat on the Styx, gathering up the damaged scales of the dragon carving beast.
Each of these scales that can float on the River Styx is a treasure.
When all the scales are picked up, all the Styx boats move forward slowly.
Perhaps due to the deterrence of the large crossbow that wounded the dragon eagle beast, there were fewer besieging beasts on the way forward.
Three days later, Han Muye, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly stood up.
"Ancestor, be careful." He shouted lowly, took a step forward, and landed directly on the deck.
A group of gray and black breath came quickly from the sky and the earth ahead.
"Brother Six, come back." Standing on the bow of the boat, Han Muye shouted, and the energy and blood in his body began to slowly gather.
Huang Laoliu, who was still charging forward, was shocked. Without hesitation, he turned around with the bone-eroding beast and rushed back to the boat on the Styx.
"What's going on, Brother Six actually listens to him like this?"
"Who is that person who dares to talk to Brother Six like this?"
The practitioners on the two nearby Styx boats all looked at Han Muye.
In the past few days, Huang Laoliu's reputation has spread to the eighteen boats on the Styx. Who doesn't admire the strong man who can control the bone-eroding beast across the river?
Why would a guy I had never seen before dare to stand side by side with Sixth Brother?
The golden light flashing in Han Muye's eyes seemed to be revealed, and the suppressed energy and blood in his body slowly surged.
"Sixth Brother, if the boat on the River Styx cannot be defended, you can take the ancestors and leave."
Huang Laoliu was stunned by Han Muye's words.
Even the boat on the Styx might not be able to be defended?
Is the enemy ahead so powerful?
He nodded, took a deep breath, and whispered: "Be careful."
Huang Laoliu knew that his combat power could not compare with Han Muye.
The strength of Han Muye who could roam the fairy world was completely beyond his imagination.
A powerful enemy that even he treats seriously must be extremely terrifying.
Han Muye raised his head and looked at a boat on the Styx not far away.
The sky-breaking crossbow has been set up on the top of the cabin.
But at this time, all the Styx ferrymen in the cabin looked pale.
They sensed the fear conveyed by the Stygian Ship.
It was the despair of being powerless as the power of the Styx was cut off.
"What kind of power could spread fear even to the eighteen boats on the Styx?" an old man with white hair and beard whispered, staring straight ahead.
There was only the blood-colored river water and the silent sky, and nothing could be seen.
But at this time, all the sails were shaking slightly.
"How about we turn around?" A Styx ferryman said solemnly.
"Turn around?" The old man standing at the front shook his head, "It's too late. The surrounding water is densely covered with reefs, and the boat cannot go too fast."
He took a deep breath, raised his hand and said: "The strongest defense, I hope I can withstand it."
All the sails on the eighteen Styx boats were raised, and the golden light on the eighteen sails flashed and formed a line.
The golden light shield rose, turning the eighteen Styx boats into water cities and wrapping them in them.
This scene made all the practitioners stunned.
From the time I got on the boat on the Styx until now, I haven't seen the ferryman on the Styx fully stimulating the power of the boat on the Styx.
How is this going?
"Buzz——"
At the moment when the light mask was raised, a vibrating sound sounded.
Endless golden light hit the sky and the earth from a distance.
With just one impact, the rising mask shattered.
Between heaven and earth, a dark body pressed down.
"Yes, it's the dragon carving beast..." Someone whispered in horror.
It's a dragon beast.
But it's no ordinary dragon-carved beast.
The dragon eagle beast has six heads and three pairs of wings.
The long claws on both feet reveal a cold light that tears the world apart.
The wings spread out for thousands of feet, completely covering the sky.
"The six-headed dragon carving beast, the strange beast that even the great elders could not subjugate at the beginning, is finished..." On the ninth floor of the cabin, the old man in front showed despair in his eyes.
The Holy City might not be able to withstand the strength of such strange beasts, let alone their eighteen Styx boats?
An old man in a green robe gave a low shout, stepped forward, golden light burst out from his body, and pulled the sky-breaking crossbow.
Several Styx ferrymen rushed up beside him, and together with them, they used the power of their souls to pull the crossbow open.
"call out--"
A hundred-foot-long crossbow arrow shot through the void.
Although the crossbow arrows are powerful, they cannot hurt the six dragon-carved beasts.
It was a powerful beast beyond everyone's knowledge.
"Bang——"
The dragon carving beast just raised its front paw and slapped it, smashing the crossbow arrow into pieces.
The old man standing in front shook his head and whispered desperately: "It's over..."
The dragon carving beast retracted its claws, and then the six heads opened their mouths at the same time.
"Roar--"
Golden light waves visible to the naked eye oscillated out.
All the sails on the Styx boat exploded!
All the Styx boats buzzed and vibrated, as if they were about to break into pieces.
Everyone on the ship felt as if a heavy hammer had hit their heads.
Countless people suddenly spurted out blood and their bodies collapsed on the deck.
This divine attack was much more powerful than the three dragon-carved beasts before. If the sails on the eighteen Styx boats hadn't blocked most of the force, not many people on board would have survived.
Huang Laoliu also turned pale and groaned.
The demonic icon rose up behind him, waving its eight arms, punching out one after another, as if hitting an iron wall, making a "puffing" sound.
With each punch, he took a slight step back.
Above the sky, six dragon-carved beasts spread out their wings with three pairs.
The gazes among the six heads turned from the sky-breaking crossbow and landed on Huang Laoliu.
On the deck, Luo Ren and others exclaimed: "Brother Six, be careful!"
Being stared at by such a tyrannical beast, I am afraid that one soul attack will kill him directly!
But the dragon carving beast's eyes just fell and slowly turned away.
All eyes were focused on Huang Laoliu.
"Roar--"
There was a challenge in the roar.
"It's him!"
"He, why do those six dragon-carved beasts look at him..."
"Impossible, is he stronger than Sixth Brother?"
Everyone's eyes fell on Huang Laoliu.
Han Muye, who was wearing a green robe, carrying a black magic sword on his back, and his face covered with half-section armor, stepped out in one step.
His feet stepped on the empty space, step by step, like climbing a ladder to heaven.
"Across the Styx River, crossing the void, this, is this a dream..."
On the ninth floor of the cabin, someone murmured in confusion.
How could this happen, which even the Styx ferryman couldn't do?
"Are you going to challenge me?" Han Muye spoke slowly, his eyes filled with concentrated fighting spirit.
"Okay, I'll give you a chance."
"See if you are qualified to let me draw the sword."