Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Huang Laoliu was surrounded by many people, Han Muye stood behind and did not pass by.

Luo Ren and Tang Jin were beside Huang Laoliu, and the others were all powerful masters.

Several Styx ferrymen on the Styx Boat were not far from them, and joined hands with them to kill the ghost beasts.

Obviously, Huang Laoliu's strength was recognized by the Styx Ferrymen.

It is difficult for the Styx boat to cross the Styx River only with the strength of the Styx ferryman and the Styx boat, and the riders on it need to contribute.

Huang Laoliu and the others beheaded the underworld beast and the strange beast in the water, and then the ferryman of the underworld river took action, netted his body with the golden light from the sail, and dragged him onto the boat.

This boat of the Styx is clearly the leader of more than a dozen boats of the Styx, driving at the forefront.

Controlling the power of rules, Han Muye, who has the power of the same source as the Styx, can see more things in front of his eyes.

This piece of rocky sea area clearly has many messy forces intertwined.

Those ghost beasts that were supposed to be mobilized by the power of the Styx became more irritable and disorderly here.

Here, the power that does not belong to the Styx is mixed.

Han Muye watched the battle ahead for a while, but didn't intend to make a move, instead he turned around and walked back to the cabin.

In the eyes of Masato Ishihara, who was quietly observing, this was a sign of cowardice.

"Isn't fellow Daoist Han the brother who accompanied Sixth Brother? Why didn't you come to help Sixth Brother?" A white-bearded old man in half-length iron armor whispered softly.

He is now on the periphery of the battle group, and he can only fight as a striker, without much benefit.

Everyone around him was extremely envious of those who followed Huang Laoliu in front of him, who could earn a lot of soul gold beads.

As long as safety can be guaranteed, who wouldn't want to hunt ghost beasts in exchange for gold beads?

Sixth brother sits in front, and those who follow him can take action with confidence.

Who is not envious?

"Perhaps he knows that he is not strong enough. Otherwise, with Sixth Brother's temperament, why would he not give him a chance?" Shi Yuanzheng shook his head and said lightly.

He himself was not strong enough, but by fawning on Huang Lao Liu, he was assigned an errand to maintain order on the deck.

Over the past few days, I have already received two rewards.

"Hehe, my generation of cultivators should put down their face when they should put down their face. For the sake of practice and longevity, don't be ashamed." An old man shook his head, and his eyes fell on the ghost beast that was drawn by the golden light: "Work."

The crowd rushed up to kill the undead ghost beast, skinning and tearing apart the bones, very skillful.

Of course, it is inevitable to take a few more mouthfuls of the dissipated blood.

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, the more elegant the layout of the cabin is. On the seventh and eighth floors, you can still see maids and some green plants.

Some of those tightly closed cabins still have the power of blood surging out.

Stepping on the top, Qu Qian, the guardian elder of the boat, and another elder were there.

There are also several Styx ferrymen in black robes.

Standing aside, there are even five or six practitioners. Even if they don't show their cultivation, they can tell that they are extraordinary, and they must be strong.

It is estimated that either the strength is recognized, or the person who is invited to join the holy city.

Huang Laoliu had a big battle before, and his strength was also recognized, and he was invited to join the holy city.

"Hehe, Fellow Daoist Han is here." Qu Qian smiled and cupped his hands.

This attitude stunned the practitioners around him.

Isn't that a little too polite?

Qu Qian didn't want to be too diligent, but he was a big creditor, and he owed him 120,000 gold beads together with the other elders on the Styx boat.

That was a huge sum of money, and these people would not be able to earn it back for hundreds of years.

Han Muye nodded in return, and walked forward to the edge of the window sill.

The location here is really good, whether it's a good view from the outside, or a bird's-eye view of the battle on the deck, it's all excellent.

Standing high and looking far, on the ninth floor, you can see that the sea in the distance is densely covered with reefs.

The fleet needs to proceed slowly and carefully.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and there was a trace of golden streamer flashing in his pupils.

The world in front of him suddenly changed, divided into misty shadows of various colors.

The light red one is the power of the Styx River, revealing a faint vitality, the black one is another strand, which seems to tear the power of the Styx River into pieces, and the pale one is another strand, in which the vitality is cut off.

All kinds of forces are intertwined, slowly surging among the chaotic reefs.

It can be seen that the current fleet is walking in a place shrouded in the power of the Styx.

Moreover, the Styx Ferryman should be able to sense the power of the Styx, and the position where the fleet is controlled has always been shrouded by the power of the Styx.

It's just that there are dense reefs everywhere on this reef, and those forces are intertwined and surging. I am afraid that the ferryman of the Styx River is not capable of driving the fleet all the time where the power of the Styx River is shrouded.

Han Muye could sense that those places shrouded by other forces were full of killing intent towards the boat of the Styx.

Once the boat of the Styx falls into it, what awaits is siege.

"Boom—"

Ahead, Huang Laoliu shot again.

Four ghost beasts mixed with several huge gray and white beasts rushed to the bow. Huang Laoliu showed the magic icon behind him, threw out his spear, and pierced the head of the leading beast.

"It's a Bone Erosion Beast. Its bones are hard and its body is so powerful that even the boat of the Styx River can be smashed into pieces."

It was another guardian elder beside Qu Qian who spoke.

Suppressing other forces in the Styx, with a hard body and powerful strength, is already absolutely difficult to deal with.

The bone eroding beast was pierced through the head by Huang Lao Liu, but it did not die.

The body rolled and slapped the water waves, and this tyrannical beast was desperately crashing into the boat of the Styx.

"drink--"

Huang Laoliu yelled loudly, and flew out, and the six arms of the magic icon behind him were raised.

He stood in front of the boat of the Styx, and his body was filled with energy and blood, as if a flame was burning.

The six arms grabbed the spear, and the golden spear shone with dazzling golden light.

This is the scene where the spirit and blood urge the fairy treasure, and the power of this battle gun is infinitely stimulated.

One shot at a time, they stood in front of the Styx boat, blocking the huge bone erosion beast, unable to move forward.

"It's amazing..." Someone whispered on the ninth floor.

This scene caused the whole deck to cheer.

"Sixth brother mighty—"

Seeing Huang Laoliu confronting the Bone Erosion Beast, many people were pumping their fists.

This is a strange beast that can kill the Heavenly Venerate purely by physical strength. In front of this kind of strange beast, it is the realm of heavenly immortals.

Styx suppresses the power of cultivation, and the heavenly immortals with insufficient physical strength are not as good as Tianzun here.

Han Muye, who understood the rules, saw something different this time.

Following the shouts of those on board, Huang Lao Liu's strength actually increased again.

No wonder Huang Lao Liu would stand up every time there was no need to stand up. It turned out that he was mobilizing his own strength.

It's not right, it's a kind of pull of power in the dark, which makes him start to gather strength unconsciously.

Is it because of the magic icon?

This kind of power is somewhat similar to the method of Shinto, gathering the power of incense.

It's just that Huang Laoliu's magic icon is blessing itself with the gathered power.

"Fellow Daoist Xiong Zhen is really extraordinary." Qu Qian said with a smile, his eyes turned to Han Muye.

He was somewhat looking forward to seeing what would happen if Han Muye made a move.

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.

What's more, Han Muye was able to take out such a big weapon as the Potiannu without blinking an eye, and the treasures he exchanged for were also very random, but Huang Laoliu was allowed to pick and choose.

Between the two of them, Han Muye was more relaxed and casual.

The fighting on the water ahead has become intense, and several powerful beasts are rushing towards the boat of the Styx.

Han Muye didn't have the slightest intention of taking any action. On the ninth floor, two old men in black robes looked at each other and flew down.

The power of energy and blood surging in their bodies was vigorous, and they were in mid-air, with long-handled weapons flashing in their hands.

"kill--"

With a long howl, the power of the two spirit treasures was stimulated, a gray-black halo emerged, and a phantom of tens of feet was formed.

The two landed on the bow of the boat, and the phantom on the weapon in their hands shot out, hitting the bloody river ahead.

The bodies of the two alien beasts were directly broken.

This attack looked no worse than Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu, who was confronting the bone erosion beast in front of him, turned his head to take a look, and laughed.

He suddenly pulled out the spear, then clenched his fists.

"Boom—"

The icon behind him smashed down with a punch.

The gigantic Bone Erosion Beast trembled all over, its eyes showing pain.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

The six arms smashed down one after another, making the bone erosion beast's entire body tremble, rolling and twisting wildly.

But Huang Laoliu's feet didn't move at all, and his fists came down like rain.

The Bone Erosion Beast let out a painful roar, and dived towards the river below with its whole body.

escaped.

This kind of strange beast that only knows how to kill will also escape?

Qu Qian and the others above the ninth floor were a little dazed.

On the deck, the practitioners began to shout.

But after a while, all the voices slowly fell silent.

The figure of Huang Laoliu fell into the blood-colored river with the bone erosion beast, and he could no longer see the slightest body.

"Brother Six will be all right?"

"This, nothing floats in the Styx, that's too bad."

"Brother Six was careless and didn't flash."

Everyone on the deck realized that something was wrong and panicked.

There was a slight smile on the faces of the two old men who beheaded the strange beast.

Instead of using the power of thunder to kill powerful enemies, it is instead to play some kind of wrestling with it. Now it's off, right?

"Fellow Daoist Han, fellow Daoist Zhenxiong will be all right?" Qu Qian looked at Han Muye with some apprehension.

Han Muye shook his head.

In his eyes, he could see the churning of power under the Styx.

"Brother Six is ​​back." He said lightly.

"Boom—"

The silent water suddenly exploded.

A Bone Corrosion Beast rushed out of the bloody river.

But at this time, the Bone Erosion Beast was not what it used to be, instead it was covered in black magic armor.

The demon armor is ferocious, with spikes all over its body, and a cold light.

Standing on top of the bone erosion beast's head, Huang Laoliu held a long spear in his hand, and in the other hand held a golden rope that penetrated the bone erosion beast's head.

The Bone Erosion Beast moved forward in waves in the Styx River, shaking its head and tail, knocking over other monsters around it.

This Bone Erosion Beast was subdued!

The powerful beast in the Styx River, who only knew how to kill, was defeated!

Huang Laoliu laughed loudly, driving the Bone Corrosion Beast to rampage, and ran freely on the Styx River.

The people watching the battle in the bow and the cabin were all dumbfounded.

"Anyone can subdue the Bone Corrosion Beast?" the guardian 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 there, he suppressed the strange beasts in the Styx River with the soul-suppressing flag, but many people took action to subdue the strange beasts.

Afterwards, the Great Elder and the Soul-Suppressing Banner disappeared, and no one in the holy city could subdue the beast and surrender it.

Now those strong men in the holy city who can control the beasts to fight are all of high status in the city.

"If Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong can live in the Holy City for a long time..." Qu Qian's eyes fell on Han Muye again.

Who are these two people? What is the purpose of coming to the holy city?

Whether it is the wealth displayed by Han Muye or the strength displayed by Huang Zhenxiong, they are really frightening.

"boom--"

On the river below, Huang Laoliu drove the Bone Corrosion Beast to and fro, and scattered a group of strange beasts with a battle gun in his hand.

The two strong men standing at the bow looked at each other and shook their heads helplessly.

Huang Laoliu is too strong, there is no comparison at all.

The boat was full of cheers, and the boat of the Styx sailed through the waves.

With Huang Laoliu clearing the way ahead, the speed of the fleet was much faster.

This kind of thing was still hundreds of thousands of years ago, when the fleet was marching, and the strong guards riding on strange beasts.

Han Muye didn't leave the ninth floor, but just looked at the world ahead from the window sill.

This understanding of the flow of illusory breath gave him a feeling of melting into the Dao.

The sense that seemed to touch another kind of power made him a little fascinated.

"Luck?"

He remembered that Li Yungang said at the beginning that after practicing to the realm of the immortal king, those ethereal powers are the direction of practice.

According to what Li Yungang said, Han Muye is a man of great luck, that's why he followed him to the mortal world.

Now looking at the intertwined forces above the Styx, Han Muye could see it more clearly.

These kinds of forces collided beyond the level of the immortal monarch, and the creatures engulfed in them could not control themselves at all.

On the other hand, if you can see through all of this and seek good luck and avoid bad luck, it will be a smooth journey.

His gaze turned to the sails of the eighteen Styx ships.

These sails reveal a faint golden light, implicating each other.

A trace of mysterious power dissipated, seeming to guide the fleet forward.

The person who controls the boat of the Styx must be an immortal.

Or, this boat of the Styx can exert the power of a fairy.

The entire fleet was moving forward in the massacre reef, and there were constant conflicts. Although they were surrounded by many strange beasts and ghost beasts, they were able to break through.

Because the fleet has never been out of the range covered by the power of the Styx.

Without the power of the Styx covering the range, it will not attract other forces to attack and kill.

This seems to be connected by luck?

"Woo--"

A horn sounded from a large ship behind.

Qu Qian and the other elder's expressions turned solemn.

Eighteen sails rose slowly, and the golden halos on them flickered.

Not only this one, but all the eighteen Styx boats raised their sails.

Dazzling golden lights intertwine, and the fleet is connected to form a golden barrier.

Ahead, Huang Laoliu also had a ray of golden light descending on him, enveloping his body and flashing golden light.

The spiritual light in Han Muye's eyes could be seen, and the world in front of him was a green aura.

The fleet is about to rush out of the place shrouded in 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 are invisible forces attacking the fleet!

All of a sudden, the practitioners on the deck all looked serious.

Huang Laoliu in front also raised the battle gun in his hand.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

coming.

"boom--"

A golden streamer rushed out from the bottom of the water and hit the light curtain.

It was a 100-foot-long spear, pierced on the light curtain, and directly revealed a 100-foot-long spear.

The coldness that emanates from the spearhead seems to freeze all the fleets.

Many of the cultivators standing on the deck were trembling all over.

Many of the practitioners who came to the Styx River to look for opportunities had exhausted their lifespan and lacked energy and blood.

Encountering this kind of cold power, there is no way to resist it.

"kill--"

Huang Laoliu flew up, and the battle spear in his hand collided with the hundred-foot-long spear.

He drove the Bone Corrosion Beast, ran straight out of the position covered by the light curtain, and rushed out.

Such a brave appearance made everyone click their tongues.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

Not only spears but also all kinds of swords pierced out of the water, and gray and black strange beasts rushed towards the fleet.

The light curtain can block knives and guns, but it cannot stop 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 work.

Many people followed Huang Laoliu's example and flew down, landing on the head of the strange beast.

Huang Laoliu's bravery gave everyone courage.

In Han Muye's eyes, he could see a trace of strange power gathering.

Unexpectedly, Huang Laoliu could influence luck with his own strength.

There is a trace of luck gathering in Wang Huanglaoliu.

Even if this trace of power is weak, it is luck, and it is something that the immortal king is struggling to pursue.

Change fate against the sky.

Looking at Huang Laoliu who had suppressed the hundred-foot-long spear with the spear in his hand, Han Muye understood.

Change life with war.

Everything about Huang Laoliu was achieved by fighting with his own hands.

Constantly, he became more and more used to this kind of fighting.

In the world of Xianyuan, Huang Laoliu has been depressed for too long.

Visible to the naked eye, Huang Laoliu's energy and blood are increasing and churning.

"Roar--"

Looking up to the sky and screaming, the phantom image of the magic icon behind Huang Laoliu grew larger again.

Thirty feet above the body, the fourth pair of arms protruded.

Eight-armed golem!

At this moment, even through a light curtain, Huang Laoliu's tyrannical power could be felt.

"Sixth brother mighty—"

Countless people roared.

Huang Laoliu smiled, and slammed the spear hard, sending the hundred-foot-long spear flying.

He raised his hand, and the golem behind stretched out an arm, holding the hundred-foot-long spear.

The spear turned into ten feet, the whole body was blood red, and the tip of the spear shone with a cyan streamer.

An extremely valuable spear was snatched by him.

With Huang Laoliu's bold move, the speed of the fleet accelerated.

But in three days, he broke through the gray aura and returned to the river covered by the power of the Styx.

When the power of the Styx gathered again, Han Muye could see another trace of power surging from Huang Laoliu's body.

The feedback of the power of heaven and earth, the gift of luck.

Practice in the world is really strange.

Han Muye looked up at the top of his head.

A purple-red halo with golden light seemed to blind the eyes.

He smiled wryly and shook his head.

No wonder so many immortal monarchs were extremely kind to him when he was in the Rain-covering Immortal Realm.

Who would wait for this red-to-purple luck?

Do you think there is something special about yourself?

No, isn't it unique that I am so lucky.

Instead of watching Huang Laoliu's heroic fight, Han Muye focused all his attention on the golden sail in front of him.

At this moment, he could sense the changes in the power of the soul on the sail.

Gather souls.

Concentrate the soul.

This kind of power seems to have the same effect as the power of the divine way?

God list?

no.

Thinking of the list of gods, Han Muye suddenly remembered the golden armored generals he saw in the dagger.

Those golden armors with extremely huge bodies have surges of divine power.

Not just Shinto.

Or in other words, at the end of practice, one will be contaminated with the divine way?

What is that protoss?

Han Muye felt as if he wanted to see through the fog, but he couldn't see clearly.

It should be that my own level is not enough.

Just like the power of calamity, it is not something that the current self can study.

Even if he had grasped a little bit, he didn't dare to analyze it in depth.

Unknowingly, the fleet has been shuttling for dozens of days.

According to Qu Qian and the others, the elders who sit on the boat of the Styx, this trip through the Chaos Reef was the smoothest and most relaxing trip in thousands of years.

I don't know whether it was luck or Huang Laoliu's toughness, but there were no real difficult battles along the way.

Afterwards, Han Muye did not go to the ninth floor to observe, but quietly comprehended the power of rules in his own cabin.

Even if the power of this level can be realized by one in a billion, it will be of great benefit to future practice.

"boom--"

As the ship shook, Han Muye woke up from his trance, 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 gray and black mixed with pale aura.

Dead and dull.

This is not a place ruled by the power of the Styx.

The golden mask outside the fleet was smashed down by black fist marks, and it seemed to be broken at any moment.

Not far ahead, Huang Laoliu was driving a Bone Erosion Beast in Black Demon Armor close to the Styx Boat, brandishing two battle spears in his hands, and flying the pale beast that was rushing to penetrate.

These strange beasts have wolf-like heads, black scales all over their bodies, like dry bones, and are extremely powerful.

Black minions, blood-red eyes, each body is ten feet long, and the long tail swings, stirring up waves of blood.

The main reason is that there are so many and densely packed that they block the waterway in front.

Eighteen ships of the Styx have come to a standstill, with their sails half down.

In Han Muye's eyes, he could see intertwined and entangled forces tearing between the heaven and the earth ahead.

The power of the Styx seems to be under siege, retreating steadily.

He quickly stepped onto the ninth floor of the cabin, Qu Qian and others were there.

It's just that everyone's expressions became more and more serious at this time, and they all stared 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 Styx seems to be blocked.

This made them restless.

"Why did you deviate from the channel?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian and said in a deep voice.

What he said stunned Qu Qian and the other guardian elder.

"Deviating from the waterway? There is no waterway to enter and leave the holy city. We are all following the guidance of the boat of the Styx..." Qu Qian whispered, turning his head to look at the sail ahead.

Han Muye raised his eyes and saw the sail, the golden streamer on it had already dimmed a lot.

This is the result of being suppressed by forces outside the Styx.

Has the power of Styx 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 a confrontation of such forces, if you are not careful, you will die.

"boom--"

A hundred-foot-long snake with dry bones jumped out of the water, its long body swayed, and its long tail slammed down towards the bow of the ship.

Huang Laoliu let out a low shout, Luo Yan and the others on the bow flew up, and slammed into the body of the bone snake with the weapons in their hands.

The roar exploded, the broken bones flew down, and the bodies of several people were also knocked back to the deck.

Huang Laoliu, who pulled out his body, let out a long cry, and rushed forward, piercing the giant snake's head with two spears on the left and right sides, and twisting the snake's head off with one twist.

He shouted again, and the two guns threw out the snake's head and landed on the deck.

Immediately, there was cheering on the boat of the Styx.

"Friend Zhenxiong is really tyrannical." Qu Qian whispered, but his expression didn't improve much.

Only the ferrymen above the ninth floor knew what was waiting for them when the fleet was on the wrong channel.

The chaos continued, and the eighteen ships of the Styx were struggling to move forward. The guarding elders on each ship had to communicate with each other, and each ship had to move forward alternately, using a buffer space to break through the obstacles.

This gave Huang Laoliu and the practitioners on board some more breathing time.

Huang Laoliu didn't care, but most of the people on board were practitioners who had lost combat power, and those who could practice more for a while were already 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 themselves.

Feng Yi and Patriarch Tao Ran had previously refined a lot of pills, but when they took them out now, many people looted them immediately.

They all exchange gold beads for pills.

The boat of the Styx only goes once every few years, and the people waiting at the various ferry crossings have already used up all the pills on their bodies.

Now that there are pills to supplement, it is naturally extremely valuable.

When Han Muye walked to the bow, Huang Laoliu stood up.

"What, something's wrong?" He looked at Han Muye with a slightly serious expression.

He knew Han Muye, he had nothing to do, he didn't even bother to come to the bow.

"Be careful, there may be stronger beasts ahead." Han Muye nodded, looking 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 team leader's turn to attack.

Seeing Han Muye and Huang Laoliu standing side by side at the bow of the boat, the expressions of many people in the rear changed.

Especially those later cultivators who have hardly seen Han Muye.

"Who is this person, how can he be qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with Sixth Brother?" A big man in half armor with magic patterns all over his head and face whispered with staring eyes.

"It seems that I came with Sixth Brother back then, but I didn't have the guts." Another old man shook his head and said with some disdain: "I guess I was scared these few days."

Fights have been going on these days, the fleet is moving slowly, and many practitioners who were hiding in the cabins have come out.

"Hehe, this kind of person probably shrinks back again when it's time to fight." Someone shook his head and put a pill into his mouth.

The leading ship in front had retreated, allowing the second Styx boat to rush past.

"boom--"

With momentum, there is a waterway in front of the fleet.

The broken bones scattered, and countless strange beasts surrounded the water.

It can be seen from a distance that the surroundings of the big ship were quickly covered by strange beasts, and the bloody river surface disappeared, only pale.

The practitioners on the ship shot with all their strength to block the alien beasts that were charging towards the ship.

The golden light on the eighteen sails also spread to the surroundings one by one, crushing those strange beasts.

But the boat won't last long.

On the front of the river, on a huge reef, a black beast with three heads slowly raised its head.

The body of three hundred feet has far exceeded the height of the boat of the Styx.

The heads of the three strange beasts turned slowly, and six golden eyes stared at the boat of the Styx.

The golden light curtain on the boat of the Styx was directly shattered, and eighteen sails vibrated, entangled with the golden light in the eyes of the alien beast.

The strange beast stood up slowly, with two feet and four wings, and the wings spread out to a length of five hundred feet.

The dark fleshy wings glowed with a faint light, and there was a dragon scale-like halo on it.

This scale is very similar to the one that Luo Ren gave Huang Laoliu back then, but it is obviously much bigger than that one.

The strength of the alien beast is so strong that it can definitely overturn the boat of the Styx with one blow.

"It's over, why is there a dragon carving beast here?" An old man looked at the front with a pale face.

"Is that the dragon sculpture that can devour souls and shatter the world with one blow?" The other person's eyes widened, and he murmured, "On the Styx River, there are very few beings that can fly across the sky..."

Styx blocked the power, but this dragon carving beast was able to fly into the air with the help of its wings.

Its strength is unimaginable.

"It is said that the dragon carving beast will fall asleep after a full meal, maybe..." Someone stared at the Styx boat in front of him, and there was a glimmer of light in his eyes.

Perhaps, it would be enough to wait for the people on the first few Styx boats to eat up?

"Roar--"

The carved dragon slowly stood up, its iron-like body exuding oppression.

The wings spread slowly, the scales stood up one by one, and a strange howling sound came from the huge mouth of the dragon carving beast.

The sound was harsh as if the body was being torn apart, making people feel that the soul was about to leave the body directly.

Soul attack!

Within a radius of ten miles, the souls of all living beings are not easily shaken.

Following this spirit attack, the scales around the body of the carved dragon were separated from the body.

Each piece of scale armor has a radius of half a foot, and it is clearly a black blade!

Tens of thousands of sharp blades are floating and spinning rapidly.

If this is shot out, I don't know how many people's bodies can be shredded.

The golden light of the soul flashed on the bodies of the Styx ferrymen on the eighteen Styx boats.

Their power is tied to the boat of the Styx, and they specialize in 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 Corrosion Beast rushed out and caught his body.

Han Muye shook his head, looked up at the third Styx boat ahead.

On the top of the cabin of the Styx boat, a large crossbow has been quietly erected.

"Roar--"

The dragon eagle roared loudly, the black scales around its body had already rotated to the extreme, and the sound of piercing the sky shook.

But it didn't let the scales out.

His six eyes turned to the third ship of the Styx.

"Om—"

A strange power of the soul seemed to hit there like a fist.

"Boom—"

Opposite to this fist, a hundred-foot crossbow arrow shot out quickly.

The crossbow arrow collided with the fist, directly tore the fist open, and then rushed forward, piercing the neck of the dragon carving beast.

The dragon carving beast flapped its wings, and all the scales rotated to block in front of it.

"boom--"

The crossbow bolt collided with the scale armor and exploded.

Countless scales shattered and collapsed, and the crossbow arrows also turned into pieces.

In the next moment, the dragon carving beast spread its wings and rose.

In the next moment, the second crossbow arrow flew out.

"Boom—"

The crossbow arrow shot through one of the dragon carving beast's heads and exploded directly.

The dragon eagle roared in pain, spread its wings, and slapped hard.

"boom--"

The water waves are monstrous.

The eighteen Styx boats all began to sway.

With this blow, the carved dragon escaped with a broken head.

Until the carved dragon beast left, there was still silence on the eighteen Styx boats.

This change is so fast that everyone dare not think or believe it.

The strength of the crossbow arrows is simply appalling.

Such a strong crossbow arrow, I am afraid that even a celestial being can be shot to death with one arrow, right?

When did the Ferryman of the Styx control such a powerful treasure?

At this time, on the top of the third Styx boat, several guarding elders were pale, with a smile on their faces, and some regrets.

"Three-headed dragon carving beast, if we can kill them, we can make a lot of money by paying off all the debts." An old man said with a smile on his face.

"The Holy City hasn't hunted such a strong beast for 30,000 years, right?"

"Even if you take these scattered scales back, you can exchange for a lot of gold beads."

Everyone discussed it, and felt a little distressed.

The two crossbow arrows did not leave the carved dragon beast, and it was still not familiar with the manipulation.

Moreover, the consumption of power is too great, and the three elders can only control the power of a single arrow.

"I don't know who that Fellow Daoist Han is, but he actually has such a treasure." An old man looked at the Potiannuo and said in a low voice.

Everyone turned their heads to look at Huang Laoliu who was driving the Bone Corrosion Beast to kill on the river.

Huang Laoliu was a little depressed because he couldn't go forward to fight the dragon carving beast. At this time, he rushed up the river and turned the belly of those scattered strange beasts white.

All the practitioners on the Styx boat began to cheer.

Han Muye shook his head slightly, and turned his gaze to the direction where the carved dragon was flying away.

The breath in that direction is very chaotic.

It's fierce.

Stripes of golden light fell from the boat of the Styx River, gathering up the damaged scales of the dragon carving beast.

Each of these scales that can float on the Styx River is a treasure.

When all the scales are picked up, all the boats of the Styx move forward slowly.

Perhaps it was the deterrence of the crossbow that wounded the carved dragon beast, and there were fewer beasts besieging it on the way forward.

Three days later, Han Muye, who was practicing in seclusion, suddenly got up.

"Old Ancestor, be careful." He shouted, stepped out, and landed directly on the deck.

A cloud of gray and black aura came quickly between the sky and the earth ahead.

"Sixth brother, come back." Standing at the bow of the boat, Han Muye shouted loudly, his blood began to gather slowly.

Huang Laoliu, who was still charging ahead, was shocked, and without hesitation, led the Bone Erosion Beast to turn around and rush back to the Styx boat.

"What's the situation, Brother Six actually listens to him like this?"

"Who is that person, dare to talk to Sixth Brother 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 throughout the eighteen boats of the Styx River. Who doesn't admire the strong man who can control the Bone Corrosion Beast to run rampant on the river?

Why would a guy who has never met before dare to stand side by side with Sixth Brother?

The golden light flickering in Han Muye's eyes seemed to be coming out, and the suppressed Qi and blood in his body also slowly surged.

"Sixth brother, if the boat of the Styx cannot be held, you will take the ancestors and the others away."

Huang Laoliu was taken aback by Han Muye's words.

Even the boat of the Styx might not be able to hold it?

Is the enemy ahead so powerful?

He nodded, took a deep breath, and whispered, "Be careful."

Huang Laoliu knew that his combat strength could not compare with Han Muye's.

The strength of Han Muye who can run freely in the fairy world is completely beyond what he can imagine.

A powerful enemy that even he treats seriously must be extremely terrifying.

Han Muye raised his head and looked at a Styx boat not far away.

The sky-breaking crossbow has been set up on the top of the cabin.

But at this time, the faces of all the ferrymen in the cabin were pale.

They sensed the fear conveyed by the boat of the Styx.

It was the despair of being powerless and powerless.

"What kind of power is it that can send fear even from eighteen ships of the Styx?" An old man with white beard and hair whispered, his eyes fixed on the front.

There is only the bloody river and the silent sky, nothing can be seen.

But at this time all the sails are gently turbulent.

"How about we turn around?" A Styx ferryman said in a deep voice.

"Turn around?" The old man standing at the front shook his head, "It's too late, the surrounding water is densely covered with hidden reefs, the speed of the boat cannot be too fast."

He took a deep breath, raised his hand and said, "The strongest defense, I hope it can withstand it."

All the sails on the eighteen Styx boats were raised, and the golden lights on the eighteen sails were shining, forming a line.

The golden mask rose, turning the eighteen Styx boats into water cities and enveloping them.

This scene stunned all the practitioners.

From sitting on the boat of the Styx to now, I haven't seen the ferrymen of the Styx fully mobilize the power of the boat of the Styx.

How is this going?

"Om—"

At the moment when the mask was raised, the sound of vibration sounded.

Endless golden light hit from the distant sky and earth.

With just one impact, the raised mask shattered.

Between the sky and the earth, a dark body pressed down.

"Yes, it's a dragon sculpture beast..." Someone whispered in horror.

It is a dragon carving beast.

But it is not an ordinary dragon carving beast.

The carved dragon 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 spread wings are so high that they completely cover the sky.

"Six-headed dragon carving beasts, the strange beasts that even the great elders failed to subdue back then, it's over..." On the ninth floor cabin, the eyes of the old man in front showed despair.

The strength of such alien beasts might be difficult for the Holy City to resist, let alone their eighteen Styx boats?

An old man in a green robe let out a low cry, and stepped forward with a single step. With golden light bursting from his body, he pulled the sky-breaking crossbow.

Several Styx ferrymen beside him rushed up, and together with them, they pulled the crossbow away with the power of their souls.

"call out--"

The hundred-foot long crossbow shot through the void.

Although the crossbow bolts are strong, they can't hurt the six-headed dragon carving beasts.

It was a powerful beast that surpassed everyone's cognition.

"Boom—"

The carved dragon just raised its front paw and slapped the crossbow arrow into pieces.

The old man standing in front shook his head and whispered in despair: "It's over..."

The two claws of the dragon carving beast retracted, and then the six heads opened their mouths at the same time.

"Roar--"

Visible golden light waves vibrated out.

All the sails on the boat of the Styx exploded!

All the boats of the Styx buzzed, as if they were about to shatter.

Everyone on board seemed to be hammered on the top of their heads.

Countless people spurted out a mouthful of blood, their bodies limp on the deck.

This soul attack is much more powerful than the three dragon sculptures before. If it weren't for the sails on the eighteen Styx boats to block most of the power, few people on board would survive.

Huang Laoliu also turned pale and let out a muffled snort.

Behind him, the holy image of the magic way rose, waving its eight arms, punching out with one punch, as if hitting an iron wall, and there was a "puffy" sound.

With each punch, his footsteps took a slight step back.

Above the sky, six dragon sculptures and three pairs of wings spread out.

The eyes among the six heads turned from the sky-breaking crossbow and fell on Huang Laoliu.

On the deck, Luo Yan and others exclaimed: "Brother Six, be careful!"

Being stared at by such a tyrannical beast, I am afraid that a soul attack will directly kill him!

But the dragon carving beast's eyes just fell, but it turned away slowly.

All eyes converged on Huang Lao Liu's side.

"Roar--"

In the roar, there was a sense of challenge.

"It's him!"

"He, why did those six-headed dragon beasts look at him..."

"Impossible, is he stronger than Sixth Brother?"

All eyes fell on Huang Laoliu's side.

Wearing a green robe, carrying a black magic sword, and half armor covering his face, Han Muye stepped forward with one step.

His feet stepped on the empty space, step by step, like climbing a ladder to heaven.

"Flying across the sky above the Styx River, this, is this a dream..."

On the ninth floor of the cabin, someone murmured blankly.

How could such a thing that even the Ferrymen of the Styx River could not do happen?

"You want to challenge me?" Han Muye said slowly, his eyes showing a concentrated fighting intent.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance."

"See if you are qualified to let me use the sword."