Emperor of Nine Suns

A distance of several hundred feet may sound very far, but to a monk it is nothing.

After all, if a monk in the Lingxi realm uses all his body skills, he can pass through the void in a few breaths.

But there are so many people here waiting on the shore but no one can fly across. This problem is more serious. Obviously there is some kind of prohibition on the Styx River that prohibits monks from flying. Otherwise, these people would not be able to be stupid here. Waiting.

Chu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly. He clearly remembered that the first wave of monks who boarded the ancient ship was about thirty people, but now when he counted the monks waiting on the shore, there were actually five fewer monks.

Obviously, these five people all died because of their failure to cross the River Styx.

When he thought of this, Chu Chen's heart became slightly solemn. Those who can get the Ghost Head Crystal Talisman are elites of the evil lineage. They are the best choices in terms of character and cultivation.

Such an elite and strong man would be a hero anywhere in the outside world, but such a person can't even cross the Styx River, the first level of the Yinshan secret world. Obviously, the danger of this secret world is far greater than the original. estimate.

How can I cross the river?

Chu Chen frowned slightly, and when his eyes swept slightly in one direction, he was suddenly startled: he saw the outrageously handsome silver-haired man he had seen before, sitting silently on the corner of the pier.

He closed his eyes slightly, the expression on his face was neither sad nor happy, and there was no emotion at all.

The dark wind howled, causing his long silver hair to float in the wind. Just looking at his back, anyone would think that she was a peerless beauty with an outstanding figure.

The expression on his face was very quiet, as if he was in another world, indifferent to everything in front of him, and not at all anxious because he could not cross the River Styx.

Others do not have such good xinxing cultivation.

Most of the evil monks were standing by the Styx River, all of them frowning. There was no movement after the ancient boat of the Styx sailed them here, so they could not expect to cross it on the ancient boat.

So how exactly do you cross the River Styx? Are so many people going to be stopped by such a mere Styx River, and their journey to explore the secret world of Yinshan Mountain stopped? ?

Among the crowd, Lord Chang Sheng had a fair and plump face with a smile on his face, looking harmless to humans and animals.

He is very good at hiding himself, remaining calm and discreet among the crowd.

If Chu Chen hadn't met him before, no one would have imagined that this fat man would be one of the three major controllers of the Medicine Palace, a true leader-level figure.

As everyone waited longer on the bank of the River Styx, the anxious and irritable atmosphere in the air became stronger and stronger. The continuous River Styx completely blocked everyone's way forward, and there was no way to resolve it.

"That's enough, I've really had enough of waiting!"

Just when almost everyone was frowning, an impatient voice suddenly sounded from the void.

When everyone looked up, they saw a skinny old man in black among the crowd standing up abruptly, with a cold and disdainful look on his face, "When will the end come to this if we continue to wait like this? I just entered the secret world of Yinshan Mountain and met someone. The first difficulty is so blocked, doesn’t this mean that the ancient Yin Emperor underestimated the world’s powerful ones!”

This skinny old man in black is obviously a person with a rather impatient personality. He has long hair, and although his face is skinny and old, his eyes are like two pools of blood exuding soaring demonic energy: "You dare not cross, I'm here to cross over! I want to see how powerful this fake underworld is, get out of my way!"

With a heavy wave of his palm, the skinny old devil took long strides and walked towards the bank of the River Styx.

As he walked forward, strong dark blue magic lights began to emerge from around him, exuding bursts of strong evil energy.

"Old Demon with Red Eyes, I advise you not to be so impulsive."

Behind the skinny old demon, a man in gray clothes who looked familiar to him shook his head slightly, "There is an ancient restriction in the secret world of Yinshan Mountain, and no one can fly. And you have also seen the power of the water of the Styx. Even the blue-eyed demon that has been cultivated into a 'bronze demon body' can't resist the erosion of this river and turns into a white skeleton. If you don't want to die, you'd better be careful."

"Oh, Poisonous Heart Demon Lord, you don't have to persuade me. How can that mere 'Bronze Demonic Body' be compared with my 'Nine Nether True Qi'? It took me decades to cultivate this body-protecting Qi. If Qi can’t even cross a river, wouldn’t it be a joke!”

The skinny old devil laughed when he heard the words. After arriving at the Styx River, he waved his palm fiercely, and a white light exploded in the air and turned into a huge white bone skull floating on the Styx River.

"I want to see what this Styx can do to me, so I'll go!!"

With a loud shout, the figure of the red-eyed old devil jumped onto the skull. Then he waved his sleeves, and the huge skull made a loud noise and carried him across the front.

The dark wind howls and the turbid waves surge into the sky.

In the roaring black river, the red-eyed old devil's sleeves were flying. He stepped on the huge skull as if he was a demon envoy coming out of the underworld, and he seemed to have the bearing of a demonic hero.

The white-bone skull was stable for a full fifty feet, but when the skull reached fifty-one feet, something changed.

I saw a vague white shadow flashing across the cold black river, and the huge skull began to shrink rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye in an instant!

How...how could this happen! !

The expression of the red-eyed old demon changed drastically. This white bone skull was an evil magic weapon that he had painstakingly refined for decades. It had already become one with his mind and could be manipulated like an arm and a finger.

But at this moment, the magical weapon that had the same mind suddenly lost control completely. The skull that was originally more than ten feet in diameter shrank to half a foot in size in just a few breaths!

"Old Demon is in danger, come back quickly!"

"There are evil spirits in the River Styx, and it is forbidden to cross the magical weapon. Your magical weapon is out of control!!"

Everyone on the shore saw something was wrong and immediately warned him.

The red-eyed old devil's face changed wildly for a few times, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and roared: "Give it to me!"

boom……

Amidst the violent explosion, a strong dark blue light burst out from around him, and a mighty madness poured into the skull magic weapon at his feet.

Blessed by this true energy, the ever-shrinking skull finally stabilized and seemed to be under his control again.