Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

Han Muye narrowed his eyes, and his eyes fell on the strange beast that jumped out of the river.

The whole body is gray and white, with a body length of hundreds of feet, black horns, and red eyes, like a fish with four legs, and its long claws flash coldly.

The long and narrow body twisted and set off a huge wave.

There are no fins on its back, but a bunch of things that look like transparent feathers are attached to it.

"Don't use the soul to probe, this thing will chase after it smells the soul." Ke Yang stared at the ghost beast turning over on the bloody river, and said in a low voice: "The ghost beast in the river of darkness feeds on the soul."

Devour the soul?

If a person does not have a soul, he is a walking dead.

"Hey, it's a loss, it's a loss."

Ke Yang muttered, raised his hand a little, and on the sail above his head, scattered pure souls turned into golden beans.

This is the condensed power of pure soul.

This bean can be directly used to integrate into the soul and enhance the power of the soul.

With such a pure soul, one can be worth at least a hundred immortal spirit stones.

The key thing is that alchemy is also difficult to condense.

With a wave of his hand, Ke Yang threw those golden soul crystals onto the river thousands of feet away behind him.

The soul crystal fell, and the ghost beast was immediately attracted, stirring the waves, slowly spreading its wings on its back, and then rushed over.

This time Han Muye could see clearly that the pair of wings spread ten feet wide, completely out of proportion to the fat beast's body.

But with just such thin and short wings, it can fly with the ghost beast.

"Everything in the Styx River does not float. The ghost beast is a different kind. This one is just a cub. The real adult ghost beast is thousands of feet long, with its wings spread out to cover the sky."

"It is said that there are eight-winged ghost beasts in the Styx River, that is," Ke Yang shook his head, and fear flashed in his eyes: "Anyway, I have never seen it, and everyone who has seen it is dead."

Han Muye nodded.

Encountering such a powerful beast on the Styx River, not many people can escape.

The ghost beast was attracted by those soul crystals, and the river surface gradually returned to calm.

The souls that Ke Yang had attracted before could not condense so many soul crystals, no wonder he said it was a loss.

Han Muye turned his head to look at the sails on the boat.

"The sail is made from the wings of the ghost beast, and the hull is the bone of the ghost beast." Ke Yang seemed to know what he was thinking, and said with a smile.

really.

"The Grinding Soul Banner is the secret treasure of my Styx Ferryman clan, and only the patriarch knows how to refine it."

"Many people have made plans for our family, but in the end they all fell in the Styx."

"The River Styx is the shackles of our family, our destiny, and our strongest guardian."

Ke Yang spoke out quite emotionally.

Huang Laoliu on the side suddenly said, "Is your sister the patriarch of your clan now?"

"I remember that when she wanted to return to Styx, it was because the ethnic group was unguarded."

Ke Yang nodded, with a complex expression on his face.

As the sailboat sailed forward, none of the three spoke.

This dark world of Styx does have skylight, reflecting the blood-red river, showing a bit of brilliance.

Han Muye saw those black shadows on the boat, they were all skeleton-like, wearing black robes, without soul fluctuations, they only knew how to operate a sailboat mechanically.

This reminded him of those war puppets in Buried Immortal City.

The black shadow on this boat is very similar to the war puppet, but the shape is different, without the battle armor.

"It's here." Ke Yang's voice came.

Turning his head and looking ahead, a small island appeared.

The island seems to be only ten miles in radius, and it looks like a lush greenery from a distance.

Closer, all are flowers and trees.

The flowers are blooming like a piece of brocade.

In this river of blood, there is also a green island with ten miles of flowers, which is rare.

On the blue-black reef, a female cultivator wearing a long pale white dress with fluttering sleeves stood there.

"Sister, look who is here!" Ke Yang called out loudly.

The female cultivator chuckled and looked at Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu also showed emotion on his face, and nodded slightly.

"Ke Xue, long time no see."

The female cultivator nodded, and turned her gaze to Han Muye.

She actually recognized Han Muye, and said with a light smile, "It turns out that Senior Brother Han is here, Senior Brother Han is still handsome."

It turned out to be an acquaintance.

But why didn't Huang Laoliu introduce her to everyone?

When Han Muye turned his head, he just saw Huang Laoliu turn his head away.

On the island, there are not only Keyang Kexue siblings, but also thousands of people on the island.

According to Ke Xue's introduction, the ferrymen of the Styx River have their own mission, which is to guard the Styx River.

The Styx River will surge every 100,000 years, and the ferryman of the Styx River needs to take action to appease the Styx River.

There are also powerful ghost beasts in the Styx River, and they also need to be hunted down.

"There is a holy city of the Styx in the depths of the river. To go there, you need a ferryman to drive a sailboat to see you off."

"The person you are looking for probably went to the holy city."

Looking at the jade token Han Muye took out, Ke Xue spoke.

The holy city of the Styx contains the secret of reversing life and death.

It is said that he can recall the person he wants to find in the endless soul.

There is also a holy place sought by countless people who have reached the end of their practice and do not want to reincarnate to rebuild their cultivation.

Because in the Holy City of Styx, it is said that as long as the price is paid, the decayed body and spirit can be replaced and revitalized.

From this point of view, Li Mubai might be in the holy city.

Ke Xue said that to go to the holy city, it will take some time before there will be a big ship going to the holy city.

There are tens of thousands of ferrymen on the Styx River, and they will send people gathered from all over to the Holy City together.

Han Muye wandered around the island, but Huang Laoliu didn't know where he went, and he couldn't see anyone for several days.

There are also outsiders on the island, who were extradited to the island after paying the price, waiting to go to the holy city.

These people can only recuperate in a stone house enclosed in a circle.

Han Muye went to see them, and most of them were near the end of their lifespan, or they were magic cultivators whose cultivation level cut off their way forward.

There are also two practitioners among them, both of whom look very old.

These people were extremely envious of Han Muye being able to walk freely on the island.

"Brother, don't you want to know how that grinding soul banner is made?"

"Come on, Ke Xue has agreed to show it to you."

When Huang Laoliu reappeared, he looked refreshed, and left while pulling Han Muye's sleeve.

In the stone house on the top of the island, Han Muye saw a huge stone platform in the middle.

On the stone platform, a blue-gray transparent wing spread out.

These are the wings of the underworld beast.

This piece of wings is bigger than the wings of the underworld beast seen in the river.

Ke Xue, dressed in white, stood beside the stone platform, holding a golden needle in her hand.

There is a golden thread behind the golden needle, but the thread is tied to her own body.

"The soul is the thread?"

Han Muye was taken aback.

It is not difficult to condense the soul into a line, but it is not easy if it is constantly involved.

Not everyone is as abnormal as him, who can forge a long sword with his soul.

Ke Xue nodded, raised her hand, and the long golden needle pierced her wings.

At this time, a gleam of blue light flashed on the wings, attaching golden threads to them.

"Cover the entire wings with the soul, ten wings before and after, cover ten times."

"To make a sail, you need at least five of these wings."

"If you see the big ship, you will know why that treasure can carry thousands of people."

It is unimaginably hard for the spirit to spin threads and then slowly weave them on the wings.

Ke Xue knitted stitch by stitch, her soul was swallowed by the wings, and her face showed a trace of paleness.

She stopped, and a golden soul crystal appeared in the palm of her hand.

The crystals melted, entered her body, and slowly refined.

It is hard to imagine the time and soul that this sail needs to consume.

Of course, the refinement of a sail is unimaginably thick for the soul.

"With your clan's thorough research on the soul and the power to control it, if you leave this place, you will definitely be able to gain a foothold," Han Muye said suddenly.

What Ke Xue showed was more than just the spirit line.

This kind of fine control of the soul, if it is a battle, among the same level, unless the power of the soul is extremely strong, otherwise it will not be able to withstand a face-to-face in front of the ferryman of the Styx River.

Not everyone in the family of Styx ferrymen has such profound spiritual power, and only Ke Xue in this group can make sails.

"Leave?" Ke Xue raised her head to look at Han Muye, and then turned her gaze to Huang Laoliu.

"Sixth brother also said."

"But this is our fate."

Ke Xue shook her head, then looked into the distance.

"The big ship is coming soon, you can go too."

"Sixth Brother, if you are free in the future, you can come and see me again."

Listening to this voice, why do you feel a little resentful?

Huang Laoliu sighed, nodded, and walked out of the stone house.

"Actually, you can take my sister away." Outside the stone house, Ke Yang looked at Huang Laoliu.

"I can also refine sails."

"Can you suppress Styx?" Huang Laoliu turned to look at Ke Yang.

Ke Yang was taken aback for a moment, with disappointment on his face.

His cultivation could not hold back the waves of the Styx riot.

If it can't be suppressed, the island where their people live will be swallowed up.

"The Styx Ferryman family lives on the Styx River and is protected by the Styx River. Outsiders dare not harm them, nor can they."

"If they leave this place, I don't know how many demon cultivators will attack and devour their souls."

Huang Laoliu's eyes fell on the bloody river, and he spoke softly.

Styx suppressed the power except the spirit and blood, and those demon cultivators were nothing in front of Styx.

Conversely, if the Ferrymen of the Styx River leave the Styx River, those demon cultivators have countless means to hunt and kill them.

As Ke Xue said, this may be fate.

"Actually, it's not impossible." Han Muye whispered softly.

He did not continue.

He has some memory images belonging to the Styx Immortal, and knows some secrets.

Perhaps, if you really get the legacy of the Styx Immortal, you will be able to leave here.

"Woo--"

Ahead, horns sounded from the river.

A huge building ship with a length of 300 feet and a height of 50 feet appeared.

Eighteen hundred-foot-tall sails, each with a golden streamer.

This is at least one fairy treasure, and it is also the best among fairy treasures.

Once the eighteen sails are agitated, even the gods and souls of immortals can catch them.

I really didn't expect that there were such tyrannical treasures in the Styx.

Also, without such treasures, it is impossible for the Styx ferrymen to survive.

"The boat of the Styx, if you board the boat of the Styx, you can go to the holy city, and you can reverse the yin and yang..." An old man in a gray and black robe walked out of the stone house below, his face was full of excitement.

There is an irrepressible decay in his body.

The five declines of heaven and man.

This is a strong man who failed to break through the barrier between human immortals and heavenly immortals and was blocked from heavenly immortals.

The five declines of heaven and man, life will be exhausted.

The practitioners in those stone houses all came out, staring longingly at the approaching Styx boat.

"Let's go, I'll take you aboard." Ke Yang said in a low voice.

The big ship stopped ten miles away.

Ke Yang drove the sailboat and sent the twenty-three practitioners on the island, including him and Huang Laoliu, to the big boat.

To board the big ship, these practitioners need to pay spirit stones, fairy stones, soul crystals, or other treasures.

According to Ke Yang, the value is about 30 million spirit stones.

This price is what a celestial practitioner can afford.

But it's almost all of them.

The practitioners who boarded the ship one after another honestly handed over their treasures to the men in black robes standing on the deck.

The soul power revealed by these black-robed people makes people palpitate, at least they are in the realm of the fairy cave.

The only strange thing is that they don't look like real people, but are a little stiff like puppets.

Ke Yang went to the deck to find a gray-haired old man standing at the bow and whispered a few words. The old man nodded and his eyes fell on Huang Lao Liu and Han Muye.

"Okay, their boat fare is free."

The old man's words caused surprise and envious eyes to turn around.

Thirty million Lingshi, this is a lot of wealth.

"Brother Six, take care." When Ke Yang got off the boat, he cupped his hands towards Huang Lao Liu.

Huang Laoliu watched the sailboat driven by Ke Yang leave, and his eyes fell on the island not far away.

"Looking back on those days when you were wandering on the edge of life and death, it's really interesting." He muttered, turning his head to see Han Muye's strange eyes.

The three-hundred-foot boat slowly departed, and Han Muye and Huang Laoliu were arranged in a quiet room that was fairly tidy.

Among them, there are already two demon cultivators.

One of these two people is Feng Yi, the God of Transformation of the Heaven Realm, whose lifespan is nearing the end of his life, and his cultivation base is cut off.

Feng Yi may be more talkative because his lifespan is about to expire.

Ishihara Zhenren rarely spoke.

Feng Yi boarded the boat half a year ago, and has been wandering on the Styx River with the big boat for half a year.

The ship had nine floors, and the place where they lived was the third.

The higher you go, the higher your cultivation, or more money.

Double the shipping fee.

It is said that the ninth floor is already the residence of the strongest of the celestial beings.

"So what if you are a fairy god, don't you want to cross the Styx River to reverse life and death?" Feng Yi whispered with some emotion.

If someone really wants to understand life and death thoroughly, and live a happy life, then he is a real fairy.

But how can there be a fairy in the world who can really break through the emptiness and have no desires?

According to what Feng Yi said, the boat will have to travel a hundred days on the Styx River before it can set foot on the holy city.

"Only in the Holy City will you have a chance to reverse life and death." Feng Yi's eyes were full of longing.

Master Shi Yuan turned his head slightly, and there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

Huang Laoliu only said that he came to the Holy City to seek opportunities.

Han Muye carried the sword on his back, and wore a visor and didn't speak.

A day later, horns sounded from the ship.

Master Ishihara stood up and rushed out of the quiet room.

"I met a ghost beast, and the masters on the boat of the river will hunt it down. We can get some benefits if we fight." Feng Yi rushed out as he spoke.

Han Muye and Huang Laoliu looked at each other and walked out of the quiet room.

Practitioners can already be seen everywhere outside.

Some people wait and see, some people rush to the deck.

Amidst the blood-colored waves, the entire ship heaved gently.

Three of the eighteen sails rose up, and one of the hundred-foot-tall sails shone with golden light.

The golden light turned into a rope, which was wrapped around a thirty-foot-long bluish-gray strange beast in the river ahead.

The body of this strange beast was different from the ghost beast that Han Muye and the others saw last time. It was round and full of long thorns. It was bound by golden ropes and kept roaring like a baby crying.

"It's a frightening beast, this guy's thorns are hard to deal with."

Someone whispered, and quietly shrank their body back.

The golden rope over there dragged the thirty-foot-long beast to the bow, and then fell on it with a "bang".

Dozens of practitioners of different shapes swarmed up, and all kinds of weapons fell down in their hands.

"when--"

"when--"

These weapons hit the long thorns of the frightened beast, as if the weapons collided, the sound was clear and crisp.

A big man with a long ax cut off a Zhang long black spike, dragged it back and walked away.

At this moment, the frightening beast let out a low growl, and the hundreds of spikes on its body shrank suddenly, and then exploded with a bang.

Hundreds of sharp thorns flew out, piercing the bodies of the surrounding practitioners with a roar.

The big man with the thorns was the worst. Two long thorns covered his body, dragged him to a thick mast, and tied it tightly.

There was blood everywhere.

No one cared about the practitioners whose bodies had been pierced, and more people rushed forward, slashing at the body of the frightened beast with weapons in their hands, bringing out puffs of golden blood.

Divinity!

What flows from this frightened beast is divinity.

With a movement of Han Muye's figure, he came before the body of the frightening beast after a few ups and downs.

He raised his hand and slapped it, and the rough body of the frightened beast split a big hole, and golden blood spurted out.

Stretching out his hand, a faint soul and divinity intertwined, turned into a golden streamer and flashed in his hand.

It really is divinity, but it is too thin, not even the richness contained in the body of the most common monster in the God Realm.

However, the fusion of divinity and the power of the soul can make people increase a little bit of the soul when absorbing the divinity.

This is nothing in the God Realm, but it is already quite precious in the Immortal Realm.

In the mortal world, this blood is a treasure.

The power of divinity can revive the power that has been exhausted in many people, replenish the power of the soul, and loosen the realm of people.

It is indeed a good thing.

"drink--"

A big man in black magic armor slashed down with a long knife in his hand, the blade flashed with magic light, and cut half of the frightened beast's body with one knife.

The golden blood flowed, and the entire body of the frightened beast trembled a few times, but remained silent.

A man in black stepped forward, raised his hand to collect the body of the slain Soul Beast, and then raised his hand and threw two golden soul crystals to the black-armored man.

The big man took the soul crystal with a long smile, then raised his hand, leading the golden blood scattered around it to turn into a golden ball the size of a thumb.

Both of these things are not available anywhere else.

After beheading a frightening beast, the water waves in the big river ahead are still tumbling, and a hundred-foot-long ghost beast can be seen. On the other side, there are three larger ghost beasts floating slowly.

This ghost beast obviously has a high level of intelligence. Looking at the boat of the river of darkness, it doesn't get close, but just stirs up the waves, trying to overturn the big boat.

"Om—"

There was a tremor from above the ninth floor of the boat of the Styx, and another sail was raised.

Above the four sails, golden streamers slowly flickered.

The three watching ghost beasts turned around and wanted to escape, but they were already enveloped by the golden light scattered on the sail.

The underworld beast covered by the golden light began to struggle, pulling the big boat to sway with the waves.

The golden light flickered from generation to generation, stalemate with the ghost beast.

On the deck, the eyes of those practitioners were shining with light.

The wings of the ghost beast are precious materials for refining sails, and its bones can be used to refine bone boats to cross the river Styx.

The blood, divinity and soul power contained in the flesh and blood are stronger than those of the frightening beast.

"Hunting ghost beasts." A voice sounded from above the big ship.

Hundreds of black figures flew out and walked away on the waves.

These are the men in black robes on the boat, each of them is holding a three-foot long fork, and a blue fairy light is flashing on the long fork.

The long fork pierced the back of the ghost beast in the snare, blood splattered everywhere.

The golden blood stimulated the eyeballs of the practitioners on the deck.

The wafting golden divine aura is fascinating.

"drink--"

It was still the big man who slashed and killed the frightening beast before, and flew up.

His body spanned thousands of feet and landed directly on the back of the ghost beast.

Slashing with the long knife, the golden blood surged like a fountain.

The underworld beast howled in pain, rolled over, and rolled the big knife-wielding man with the long knife down, crushing it into the blood-colored river.

On the boat of the Styx, several figures rushed out again, stepped out with the strength of their bodies, and smashed down the weapons in their hands.

These are all strong men who have cultivated physical strength and can break through the defenses of ghost beasts with a single blow.

"Brother, I'm going to play." Huang Laoliu chuckled beside Han Muye.

On his body, a black battle armor covered his body, and a golden battle gun emerged in his hand.

fairy treasure.

However, he deliberately concealed the aura of the immortal treasure, and outsiders can only perceive the tyranny of this battle gun.

Flying up, a black phantom appeared behind Huang Laoliu.

A phantom of ten feet long, with six arms and three heads, held on to the long spear and stabbed at the belly-turned body of the underworld beast.

"Boom—"

The ghost beast's body twitched and rolled over again.

The big knife-wielding man who was drowned in the river let out a long sigh of relief, and the river was covered in blood.

He looked up at Huang Laoliu, who was a solid phantom behind him, and grinned.

Huang Laoliu holds a battle gun, and every blow can make the ghost beast roll.

The more he rolled, the tighter the net wrapped around his body became.

But for a moment, the underworld beast, covered in golden blood, stopped moving.

The big man with the knife raised his hand, and his blood turned into two golden balls of watermelon laughing.

"My name is Luo Ren."

Passing one of the light balls to Huang Lao Liu, the big man spoke loudly.

Huang Laoliu raised his hand unceremoniously to take the light ball, then waved his hand and said, "My name is Huang Zhenxiong, you can call me Sixth Brother."

After finishing speaking, Huang Laoliu turned his head to look at the ghost beast that was not trapped by the snare in the direction of the bow: "How about it, do it?"

Luo Ren's eyes lit up, and he laughed loudly: "Sixth Brother is mighty. I admire you."

With a swing of the long knife in his hand, he stepped on the floating ghost beast corpse and rushed out.

"I'll come first!"

As soon as his voice fell, he was in mid-air when he heard the whistling sound behind him.

The six-armed phantom passed over his body, and the golden spear condensed into ten feet, and headed towards the ghost beast in the river.

At this moment, on the boat of the Styx behind, everyone's eyes fell on Huang Laoliu.

Even above the ninth floor, some people nodded slightly.

"This man is brave." The person who spoke had a black complexion, fangs and eyes, and was obviously of a foreign race.

"Six-armed and three-headed phantom, the holy statue of the devil, if you can cultivate to a high level, you should not underestimate it." Another black-bearded Taoist in black armor with thick and long arms said in a low voice.

"boom--"

Huang Laoliu in front smashed down with one blow, and the water waves surged into the sky, and the golden blood light shot up into the sky.

The body of the underworld beast with a body of hundreds of feet sank suddenly into the water, then rolled painfully, and its long and narrow body slapped Huang Laoliu on the head.

Huang Laoliu laughed, raised his six arms behind him, and stood propped up against the sky.