Godly Dragon Guard

"Whoosh!"

The golden boat was immediately activated and headed forward like an arrow from a string.

The water of the Styx is pure black, with no ripples on the surface. I don’t know what the river water is made of. It is so thick that you can’t even hear the sound of splashing water.

The golden boat was clearly sailing on the River Styx, but it didn't make a sound. It was as quiet as death.

Gradually the embankment behind was no longer visible.

The River Styx stretches as far as the eye can see, but is very narrow. If Shen Lang controls the golden boat to move to the left and right, the boat will be subject to a mysterious space pressure that keeps the boat moving forward.

Therefore, Styx has only one path forward and backward, and will not lose its direction.

The surrounding environment was very strange and quiet.

In an endless black river, a golden boat clung to the surface of the river, and the world seemed to have stopped.

If Shen Lang hadn't been able to move his hands, feet, and limbs, he almost suspected that he was frozen in a painting.

The water of the Styx is billowing with black smoke, gathering all kinds of dark atmospheres such as turbidity, evil spirits, and filth between heaven and earth. In just a moment, the body of a monk in the transformation stage can rot into thick water!

Even monks in the Void Refining Stage cannot resist for too long. Shen Lang lay in the golden boat made of Jinyang magnetic wood, isolated from the dark atmosphere outside, and felt no physical discomfort.

But Shen Lang himself has not recovered from his injuries and is in extremely poor condition.

Crossing the River Styx is not something that happens overnight. While Shen Lang controlled the golden boat to move quickly, he began to meditate and practice to recover from his injuries.

…

An hour later.

On the embankment at the junction of the Sea of ​​Corpse Mountain and the River Styx, the mad-dog-like Master Feihu finally rushed over. Unfortunately, Shen Lang had already entered the River Styx.

Looking at the green robes and bamboo hats discarded on the shore, Master Feihu thought they were left behind by Shen Lang, and was trembling with anger.

After Sun Zihao and a group of monks in the city lord's palace died, the surviving monk in the late stage of god transformation went back to report the bad news to Master Feihu.

When he learned that his son had been killed by Shen Lang, Master Feihu felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He was so sad and angry that he rushed over to chase Shen Lang.

Although the unlucky Master Feihu traced Shen Lang's whereabouts, it was still a step too late. Shen Lang, the bastard, had already entered the River Styx.

"ah!!!"

Feihu was so angry that he had no way to vent the anger in his heart. His eyes were bloodshot and his heart was about to explode.

"My son Shen Lang, you have the guts to hide in the River Styx for the rest of your life! As long as you dare to leave the River Styx, I will cut your body into thousands of pieces to pay homage to my son's spirit in heaven!"

…

Time passed day by day.

There was no day or night in the Styx, and Shen Lang had no concept of time. He felt that time passed extremely slowly, and he didn't know if it was an illusion. Crossing the River Styx didn't seem to be as difficult as Shen Lang imagined. There were a lot of ghosts in the River Styx, but they all seemed to be in the River Styx.

The ghosts seemed to be affected by a kind of power and were sealed in the river. They would not jump out or swim up to carry out sneak attacks.

As long as you don't fall into the River Styx, you won't be threatened by ghosts.

Shen Lang crossed the river with peace of mind.

In the blink of an eye, a month has passed.

Most of his injuries have recovered, and Shengyang's fighting spirit has also been restored. However, due to the excessive consumption of blood and essence, his whole body was still severely weakened, and it would take a long time for him to fully recover.

During this period of time, Shen Lang did not encounter any external threats, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

But something very strange happened.

Compared with when he entered the River Styx, Shen Lang always felt dizzy and nauseous now, and there was always a vague illusion flashing before his eyes.

For example, some demons and ghosts were grinning in front of him, as well as the corpses and bones of various human monks who died tragically, as if they had fallen into the underworld, and countless wronged souls were wailing and crying.

There is even an ancient battlefield with rolling yellow sand and the violent atmosphere of countless monks fighting!

But every time Shen Lang closed and opened his eyes, the illusion disappeared.

These illusions that occasionally flashed before his eyes did not have much impact on Shen Lang's spirit. However, their long-term appearance made Shen Lang gradually feel a little irritable.

After a few days, those hallucinations appeared more and more frequently, and Shen Lang felt that his emotions were getting more and more violent, always unknowingly arousing a series of dark sides such as hatred, delusion, and resentment in his heart.

Gradually, Shen Lang's mind became a little abnormal. Sometimes he would yell for no reason while sitting in the boat; sometimes he couldn't restrain his inner impulse and wanted to rush out of the boat; sometimes he even stared at the River Styx. The river is as dark as ink, and I want to jump in! After Shen Lang woke up by chance, the hair on his body stood up, and he finally realized that there was a power in the River Styx that could corrode people's minds!

This kind of erosion is not a strong stimulation, but like boiling a frog in warm water. No one could feel it at first. Every time the illusion appeared, there would always be a trace of pressure in their hearts.

As the hallucinations become more and more frequent, the pressure accumulated in the heart becomes greater and greater, which will eventually make the monk overwhelmed and insane!

If they are exposed to such an environment for a month or two, those cultivators in the transformation stage who are more determined may feel nothing.

But if it is one or two years or even ten or twenty years, no matter how determined the spirit-transformation stage monk is, he will not be able to hold on, and it will definitely be fatal! Affected by this illusion, I don’t know what kind of zombie he will become in the end.

In order to prevent illusions from invading him again, Shen Lang casts the Yisheng True Monarch Mantra once a day to get rid of negative psychological states.

The Yisheng True Monarch Curse is indeed one of the top ten divine curses in the ancient spiritual world. It can indeed clear away the negative psychological state. The illusions that always flashed before his eyes gradually disappeared, and Shen Lang's spirit was obviously much better.

His body was also recovering day by day, and Shen Lang's confidence increased greatly. He felt that it was only a matter of time to cross the River Styx.

While he was thinking this, what happened next caught people off guard.

It was almost a month and a half after entering the River Styx. Shen Lang controlled the golden boat and drove at full speed in the dark River Styx as usual. He suddenly saw a white light spot in front of him, which shocked him.

"What it is!"

Shen Lang felt vigilant, poured spiritual power into his eyes, and used the spiritual eye technique to look forward.

I saw that the white light spot in front turned out to be a white boat, and there was a vague figure around it.

Shen Lang's expression changed, and he instantly remembered the robes and bamboo hats discarded on the embankment. Could it be that he happened to meet the monks who went to the land of Nanyuan with him?

"Fellow Taoist in front of me, I don't mean any harm. Do you dare to say that you are also a fellow Taoist going to the land of Nanyuan?"

In order to eliminate the other party's hostility, Shen Lang shouted loudly.

The monk on the white boat in front seemed to have noticed Shen Lang, and made a sound of surprise, then deliberately slowed down, waiting for Shen Lang to come over.

The opponent's white boat seemed to be faster than his own golden boat, and Shen Lang accelerated to catch up.