602, one person dominates the Holy City, goodbye Li Mubai
Above the head of the giant dragon beast, Han Muye stood majestically.
One man and one beast were facing each other against the city, and their momentum felt like they were being crushed.
"Who is this?" Someone in the city looked at Han Muye in fear and whispered.
Many people quietly moved outside the city.
Is there really anyone in the world who is so powerful that he can overwhelm the Holy City by himself?
The surging energy and blood power of the dragon carving beast can freeze a person's body even through layers of light curtains.
If this beast charged into the city, it would kill who knows how many people in one strike.
On top of the city, the expressions on the faces of the ferrymen and elders of the Styx Holy City changed, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.
Are you waiting for this fight just to collect debts?
The array of divine souls guarding the city rose up, all the strong men climbed onto the city's head, warnings sounded everywhere in the city, and countless practitioners prepared to risk their lives.
Now that things are like this, is this something that Jinzhu can resolve?
Did you say that it was necessary to rush forward like this for the sake of Jinzhu?
"Ahem, um, fellow Daoist Han, the gold beads will naturally be returned, no more than one, no less." Qu Qian took a step forward and spoke loudly.
Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and the body of the seven-headed dragon carving beast beneath him turned into golden light, and then revealed the appearance of a stern young man wearing a black robe.
Alien beast transformed!
How powerful a beast is this?
Han Muye and Han Qi flew down and hit the layers of light curtains.
Han Muye raised his hand and pressed his palm down.
"Snapped--"
A golden thunder ripped open the light curtain directly, and then shattered the void within a radius of ten thousand feet.
"hiss--"
"What a strong means!"
There was a low cry above the city.
The power displayed by this blow was so vast that it made people's hearts tremble.
The power of thunder and lightning is profound and mysterious, and the Styx ferryman who grows up in the Styx is afraid from the bottom of his heart.
The light curtain was torn open, and Han Muye and Han Qi landed directly on the top of the city.
"Where's Sixth Brother?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian.
Qu Qian was slightly startled, and hurriedly whispered: "Fellow Daoist Han, come into the city to speak."
His eyes glanced at Han Qi who was following Han Muye.
Others unconsciously turned their attention to Han Qi.
This is a powerful seven-headed dragon beast.
The man in front of him actually surrendered the seven-headed dragon carving beast.
Such strong men do not know whether it is a disaster or a blessing in the Holy City.
Han Muye glanced over, nodded and moved forward.
Everyone anxiously welcomed Han Muye and Han Qi to the main hall in the city.
The light array all over the city slowly dispersed.
All the practitioners looked confused.
Where have the seven dragon-carved beasts gone?
Who is the man standing on top of the seven-headed dragon-carved beast? Where has he gone?
Why did this person come to the Holy City?
Countless questions were in their minds. Some people ran cautiously outside the city, while others curiously looked at the main hall in the city.
In the main hall, Han Muye stood in the middle, and several Styx ferrymen wearing white robes and smiling faces came forward.
Small bags were delivered to Han Muye one by one.
Golden beads.
The remaining six thousand gold beads from the sale of the Heaven-breaking Crossbow were given away one by one.
"Fellow Daoist Han rescued the Styx boat and sold the valuable treasures to us. You are a friend of my Styx ferryman clan."
The mysterious soul power emanated from the old man who spoke, and as it surged, it seemed as if it was about to break open the void.
Another old man raised his hand and handed out a green and black jade plaque.
"This is a token of my holy city, representing the Styx ferryman's status as a distinguished guest."
Han Muye politely took away the jade plaque and gold beads, and then asked: "Where is Brother Six?"
In the main hall, everyone turned to look at Qu Qian.
Here, only Qu Qian is familiar with Han Muye.
Qu Qian stepped forward and whispered: "Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong, and the others went to the Holy Altar in order to obtain the power of the Holy City."
Altar shrine?
Han Muye frowned.
As he frowned, violent energy and blood surged from Han Qi behind him.
The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became tense.
The elders of the Styx ferrymen looked at each other, and the white-robed old man standing in front said: "Fellow Daoist Han, that is their own choice, and it is also the opportunity pursued by all those who come to the Holy City to practice."
The Altar of the Holy City, through which is the Holy Land.
There is the source of the power of the Styx world.
As long as you practice there, you can be recognized by the Styx, survive life and death, and regain your vitality is not a dream.
Holy place?
Han Muye's eyes revealed a profound divine light.
The so-called holy land is probably the place associated with the Immortal Lord Styx.
I don’t know whether it was the place where Immortal Lord Styx was suppressed, or the place where his body fell.
But no matter where it was, Han Muye knew that after the Great Elder refined the Immortal Lord of the Styx, the holy land might have become a dangerous and desperate place.
Where Huang Laoliu and the others go, I don't know if they will get an opportunity. There will definitely be dangers.
"Holy Land," Han Muye looked at the ferryman elder in front of him, "If Brother Six is in any danger, I will demolish your city."
As his voice fell, the surrounding air turned to ice.
Golden light shot out from Han Qi's eyes, and the golden light flashed, causing countless souls in the hall to collide.
Without Han Muye taking action, Han Qi alone could kill everyone present.
The power of the seven-headed dragon carving beast is beyond the ability of these Styx ferrymen to resist.
"Fellow Daoist Han, good or bad luck is all decided by fellow Daoist Zhenxiong and the others." Qu Qian looked pale, trying to resist the crushing souls of the seven dragon-carved beasts, and spoke in a deep voice.
"Before they went, we told them the dangers involved."
Han Muye turned his head, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Qu Qian: "Then have you told them that the so-called opportunity of the Styx was promoted by Ke Shou'en for the Immortal Master to enter the soul-suppressing banner?"
This sentence made all the Styx ferrymen in the entire hall change their expressions!
"Great Elder?"
"What's the meaning?"
"Nonsense, there is no way that the Great Elder would use the Soul Suppressing Flag to refine the Immortal Lord's body."
"How do you know that the Great Elder used the soul-suppressing banner to refine the Immortal Lord?"
The hall instantly became a mess.
Han Muye snorted, and Han Qi took one step forward and punched him.
"boom--"
The power of the golden soul combined with the strong wind brought by the fist, setting off a whirlwind above the hall.
The whirlwind started, and everyone in the hall was unable to stop it, and they retreated continuously.
They tried their best to attack, and the golden light of their souls intertwined with each other, and they could only try to stay alive in the whirlwind.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't care about the civil strife in your holy city, and I don't care who gets the inheritance of the Immortal Lord. I only know that if Sixth Brother and the others are damaged under this holy city,
I will tear down the holy city."
Han Muye shouted lowly and raised his hand.
"Canglang——"
The long sword behind his back was unsheathed, and the green-black sword light turned and struck down hard.
"Bang——"
The top of the heavy holy city hall was overturned, revealing a sky with a hint of blue.
The Great Elder of the Holy City, Ke Shou'en, extracted the souls of countless practitioners to sacrifice to the soul-suppressing banner. It is impossible for people in the hall not to know about this.
As a Styx ferryman, seeing so many practitioners having their souls extracted in the Holy City, and also bringing in practitioners from all over, this is clearly an accomplice.
Han Muye struck the top of the Holy City's main hall with a sword as a warning.
This was the choice Han Muye had in mind when he left Luansha Reef.
The Immortal Lord of the Styx who is hiding in the rear, the Great Elder who is in charge of the soul-suppressing banner, and the powerful beasts in the Slaughter Reef are all plotting against each other.
But it is better to make calculations and calculations than to do it simply with a sword.
Just by relying on your own strength, you can shatter all their plans.
In the world of spiritual practice, fists speak.
"The fight is about to start!" Seeing a sword light overturning the dome of the Holy City Hall, countless people in the city ran away in fear.
"What kind of peerless powerful man is it that can shatter the dome of the Holy City?" Someone whispered softly as they looked at the slowly dissipating sword light.
Is the holy city that has stood in the River Styx for countless thousands of years really going to be broken?
If the Holy City is destroyed, will the inheritance of the Immortal Lord and the legacy of the Immortal Lord be revealed?
Thoughts flash in the minds of many people.
"Fellow Taoist, I have something to say." In the main hall, the ferryman elder wearing a white robe took a step forward, and the golden soul power on his body turned into a light shield.
Although this power couldn't stop Han Muye's sword and couldn't match the momentum of the seven-headed dragon carving beast, it was still powerful.
With this step, he gathered the power of the souls of everyone in the hall, and surged into one body, worthy of facing Han Muye head-on.
If they hadn't gathered together, they wouldn't even be qualified to speak in front of Han Muye.
This is strength.
Looking at the Styx ferryman in front of him, Han Muye's sword intent slowly converged.
Han Qi also suppressed his own power.
The elders of the Styx ferrymen also breathed a sigh of relief.
If a fight breaks out, the consequences will be disastrous.
"Fellow Taoist, my family of Styx ferrymen also have our own difficulties..." The old man in white robe sighed and spoke softly.
Guard the River Styx and use the power of the soul to enhance your own strength.
Originally, this was the fate of the Styx ferryman.
But since more than two million years ago, when practitioners from all over the world came to the Styx River to find opportunities, and the outside world appeared before the Styx ferry people, everyone's thoughts changed.
Especially after a thorough investigation by the Great Elder, he understood that the outside practitioners were attracted by the Immortal Lord Styx in order to prepare for the Immortal Lord's awakening.
Originally, the Styx ferryman clan was also happy.
Immortal Lord Styx is the foundation of their clan, and they all regard him as their ancestor.
If Immortal Lord Styx awakens, their clan will become stronger and stronger.
But later the great elder discovered the secret from the soul-suppressing flag.
If the Immortal Lord Styx awakens, all the Styx ferrymen will die.
Because his soul was too strong, the Immortal Lord Styx poured his soul into the original blood-refined treasure soul-suppressing banner before falling asleep.
The power of the soul that escaped from the soul-suppressing flag gave birth to the ferryman clan.
The mission of the ferryman clan is to suppress the Styx to prevent the Immortal Lord Styx's injuries from worsening, to suppress the underworld beasts and alien beasts among them, and to eliminate the alien power that harms the Immortal Lord.
This mission comes from the soul of Immortal Lord Styx.
Once the Immortal Lord Styx wakes up, all the power of the soul will be withdrawn, and the soul-suppressing flag will be bound again.
This is what Zhenhun Banner told the great elder who did not want to be enslaved again.
The great elder told the secret to all the elders.
The elders in the Holy City have two attitudes.
One kind of person still feels that his mission is to revive the Immortal Lord, and even the sacrifice is worth it.
The other group is headed by the Great Elder, who thinks they can prevent the Immortal from reviving.
At first, even the Great Elder's faction was only prepared to prevent the Immortal Lord from resurrecting, and the method they used was to passively resist the underworld beasts and alien beasts.
But gradually, as the power of the soul-suppressing banner continued to increase, both the great elder and the great elder's faction began to expand.
Immortal Lord is already a thing of the past, why bother to wake him up?
Isn't it bad to control the power of the Immortal Lord?
Finally, a million years ago, the great elder who was in charge of the soul-suppressing banner and whose strength had far surpassed the other faction decided to step into the place where the Immortal Lord fell.
Their faction also followed the Great Elder into the forbidden areas of the Holy City.
They want to refine the Immortal Lord's body and make all the Immortal Lord's relics their own.
After that, various messages spread from the forbidden area, such as attracting practitioners from outside the Styx River to the Holy City, the Styx River holds the secret of immortality, and the Styx River contains the immortal treasures...
The faction that clings to the Holy City cannot stop this.
They were also suppressed by the faction in the forbidden area and had to help them and send the practitioners to the altar.
These practitioners rarely come out after entering the altar.
Very few people can reverse life and death and leave the Holy City.
But this cannot stop those practitioners. Even if one person in ten thousand or one hundred thousand can reverse life and death, countless people will flock to him.
The Holy City has become a true Holy City.
"Fellow Daoist Han, it is not false that there is an inheritance from the Immortal Lord in the forbidden area." The old man in white robe looked at Han Muye and whispered: "This is the message sent by the Immortal Lord."
In the main hall, other elders also nodded.
Hundreds of thousands of years ago, alien beasts besieged the Holy City. The Immortal Master once manifested methods to defeat the alien beasts, and also sent out a message that those with outstanding talents could accept their inheritance.
The elders in the city have also identified this message. It was indeed left by the Immortal Lord and was not forged by the Great Elder and others.
Accept the inheritance?
Han Muye frowned.
He also has the inheritance of the Immortal Lord.
Of Tongtian Immortal Lord.
But in his opinion, it is best to stay away from the powerful inheritance.
You have to pay for this kind of thing with your life, but I don't know if I can get it.
Countless people fell on the road to exchange for inheritance.
"Sixth brother is here to look for inheritance?" Han Muye's eyes flashed with a cold aura.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Fellow Taoist Zhenxiong blamed himself for your loss, Taoist Han. After arriving in the Holy City, he led the practitioners who supported him to the altar of the Holy Land." Qu.
Qian said softly.
After Huang Laoliu arrived in the Holy City, he took Luo Ren and others to find the altar.
He wants to obtain the inheritance of the Immortal Lord and then avenge Han Muye.
"Take me to the altar." Han Muye said coldly.
All the elders looked at each other and nodded.
These powerful people should be dealt with by the Great Elder and others.
Once you go to the forbidden area, they don't need to take care of the rest of the matter.
"Han Qi, send a message to Zhu Lao and the others. If we don't return within a year, we will besiege the Holy City and destroy it." When he walked out of the hall, Han Muye shouted.
Han Qi nodded and flew up, transforming into a dragon carving beast with eight wings and seven heads. It flapped its wings and flew out of the holy city, then looked up to the sky and roared.
A green bamboo flute was suspended, and a strange sound vibrated on it.
As the dragon carving beast roared and the bamboo flute vibrated, countless strange beasts writhed on the bloody river in the distance.
Alien beasts siege the city!
The last time alien beasts besieged the city was 300,000 years ago.
At that time, most of the practitioners and ferrymen in the city died, and countless souls were scattered.
At this time, the strange beasts were surging, clearly showing signs of gathering again.
For a moment, the practitioners in the Holy City of Styx became panicked again.
I knew it wouldn't end so easily...
The elders of the Styx ferrymen looked at each other and shook their heads with grimaces.
Han Qi, who had delivered the message, rushed up to the sky, transformed into a stern young man again and landed behind Han Muye.
The Styx Holy Land Altar is located under the Holy City. You can enter the square from the main hall and then follow the spiral staircase to reach it.
In the square, tens of thousands of practitioners gathered.
They all came to the Holy City to find opportunities.
Some people want to reverse life and death, some want to obtain the inheritance of the Immortal Lord, and some want to get opportunities from these two kinds of people.
Han Muye came, surrounded by the elders of the Holy City, and immediately asked the practitioners gathered in the square to get out of the way.
"It's him!"
Seeing Han Muye, countless practitioners retreated in panic.
Who dares to face the powerful existence that has subdued the seven-headed dragon beast?
Even the dome of the Holy City Hall was overturned by it, and now you are here accompanied by a group of elders. What do you want to do?
"He's going to the Holy Land!"
"Will such a powerful person directly get the opportunity to become an immortal?"
There was fear and jealousy in many people's eyes.
In the face of opportunity, everyone is his own enemy.
Han Muye no longer cared what these people thought.
They are just pathetic people like ants.
He stepped onto the spiraling stairs and walked quickly.
Han Qi followed him, looking around curiously.
After a thousand steps, at the end of the stone steps, you can see an altar with a radius of a hundred feet.
Seeing the altar, Han Muye narrowed his eyes again.
Altar of Divine Enlightenment.
Although the form is different and the power transmitted is different, this is the Altar of Divine Enlightenment.
It's just that the method has changed a bit.
The Divine Enlightenment Altar in the Zhoutian Divine Realm is infused with divinity. What does this altar contain?
Han Muye stepped forward and stood in the altar.
Streams of bloody light converged towards his body.
The power of Styx.
The dragon carving beast that grows in the Styx is even more familiar with this power.
His body had already been associated with the power of the Styx, but in just an instant, the stream of light enveloped his body and disappeared.
This made the practitioners sitting cross-legged on the altar all wide-eyed.
"How could this happen? How could they enter the forbidden area so quickly..." An old man with gray hair and a rotten air whispered desperately.
He has been coming to this altar for a long time, but he cannot enter the holy place at all.
"Who is this person? It seems that he entered the altar faster than those who came a hundred days ago. Does this mean he has control of the Immortal Lord's token?" Someone's eyes flashed, looking at the place where Han Muye disappeared and thinking.
Passing through the altar, Han Muye landed directly on a stone platform.
Han Qi arrived just a little slower than him.
The stone platform is blue-grey, surrounded by various traces and patterns.
A faint blood color filled the void.
This is the power that belongs to the Immortal Lord Styx.
At this point, Han Muye's perception of Immortal Lord Styx became clearer.
The power of life and death is transformed. There are indeed rules of life and death here.
It's just that the power of the rules here is weak, and it's impossible to really reverse life and death.
"Don't be dazed. Since you have come to the Holy Land, come with us." Under the stone platform, a black-armored cultivator holding a long-handled war gun shouted in a low voice.
A group of soldiers guarding more than a dozen practitioners were already standing in front.
"Haha, fellow Taoists, stop being dazed and leave quickly."
"The opportunity is in front of me, why am I stupid?"
Those practitioners all smiled and spoke.
This was probably the case when they themselves came to this holy land.
Without saying a word, Han Muye led Han Qi down the stone platform and walked forward with the black-armored soldiers together with the practitioners.
After traveling for more than ten miles, everyone was sent to a rocky cliff.
The cliff is green and black, with a hint of blood.
There are small caves everywhere on the cliff.
"There are traces of understanding the Immortal Lord's practice in these caves. It's up to you how many opportunities you have." The leading soldier turned around and shouted.
"In ten days, you will not be able to fully comprehend it. If you want to comprehend it again, you need to pay a hundred gold beads."
"You can do it without the golden beads. You need to use the power of your own soul to provide power for the operation of the Holy City Formation."
The soldier waved the spear in his hand, with a trace of contempt on his face: "Is there anyone who wants an opportunity but doesn't want to pay for it?"
"If such a person existed, you wouldn't agree to it, would you?"
These words made many practitioners shake their heads.
That's how human nature is.
If you take out the gold beads yourself, it will hurt your body.
But if others can get another chance without taking it or consuming their souls, that won't work.
At worst, we can spend our time together.
Seeing everyone nodding, the soldier raised his hand and pointed at the stone cliff.
"Every cave can hold ten people. Go and find them."
After saying that, he led the other soldiers to leave in formation.
When the soldiers walked away, the practitioners looked at each other. Those who were familiar with each other walked together, while those who were not familiar with each other turned around and went to the cliff alone.
"Fellow Taoist, why don't we go with you?" A Taoist with gray hair wearing a green robe looked at Han Muye and spoke softly.
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"Tao Wu, a poor Taoist, comes from the Fengyang realm. He has been practicing for ninety thousand years, but he is stuck at the stage of becoming a saint." The Taoist whispered as he walked.
"Come to this world of Styx. If you can have a chance to reverse life and death, then go back and revitalize the sect."
"If you can't go back, then the path of life and death will disappear, and ninety thousand years of practice will be enough."
These words seemed to be said to himself, but also to Han Muye.
He turned his head and looked at Han Muye: "What do you call fellow Taoist? Are you here to reverse life and death?"
There was no sign of decay in Han Muye.
This is also the reason why Tao Wu is willing to go with him.
There is no intention of decay, and the combat power is not lost. Even if there is any danger, it is possible to suppress it and resist it.
"Han Muye."
"I came here to find someone."
Han Muye paused, and under Tao Wu's blank gaze, he said calmly: "As for the inheritance of the Immortal Lord, I am also interested."
truth.
Of course he is interested in the inheritance of the Immortal Lord and the rules of life and death.
It's just that his interest is not big enough for him to take the risk.
Tao Wu opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.
What does it mean to be interested in inheritance?
Are you here just to find someone?
If it's just an ordinary cultivator, you are a strong man with sword energy and extraordinary cultivation. Are you here to find someone?
Who believes this?
If it weren't for Han Muye's demeanor and the extremely tyrannical-looking Han Qi following him, Tao Wu would have turned around and left.
But Han Muye in front of him really took out a green and black jade plaque.
A stream of light flashed on the jade plaque, leading Han Muye to walk into a cave.
Within a moment, he had arrived in front of a cave filled with ten practitioners.
Ten practitioners sat cross-legged in the cave. Some were in a daze facing the marks on the stone wall, some were writing and drawing on the ground, and some had blood on their hands and joy on their faces.
Before Han Muye stood in the cave, everyone looked up.
"It's full." Someone said.
The cave is not big, and according to what the soldiers said, it would be full with only ten people.
Han Muye didn't pay attention and walked straight into the cave.
Several practitioners frowned and stood up.
"You didn't listen -" Before the speaker could finish his words, Han Qi raised his hand and threw his body away.
This scene made almost everyone in the cave change their expressions.
"Fellow Taoist, the opportunities in this Shiya Cave are the same. There is no need to snatch them, right?" An old man with a black beard frowned.
Han Qi glared at him, causing the old man to tremble and take a step back.
He took a step back, revealing an old man in gray robes with disheveled beard and hair sitting cross-legged behind him, whose figure could no longer be discerned.
The old man lowered his head and just murmured.
Han Muye stepped forward, and the old man noticed it and slowly raised his head.
Han Muye raised his hand and took off the visor on his face.
The old man looked at him, his cloudy eyes slowly turning from deathly silence to a hint of turmoil.
"You, you..." His voice was hoarse, as if he couldn't speak complete sentences because he hadn't talked to anyone for too long.
"Senior Li Mubai, long time no see." Han Muye knelt down, looked at the old man in front of him, and spoke softly.
In Tianxuan World, the number one person in the Demonic Path of Western Border, Li Mubai.
Bai Suzhen's father.
After more than two thousand years, this demonic master who once fought against Han Muye in Western Xinjiang has grown old.
"Han, Mu, Ye." Li Mubai's eyes burst with excitement.