Maximum Comprehension: Taking Care of Swords In A Sword Pavilion

"Roar--"

The phantom roared, propping up the body of the ghost beast.

Huang Laoliu's whole body was flying in the air, and the phantom behind him dragged the body of the ghost beast out of the water.

"what--"

With a violent shout, six arms grabbed the body of the hundred-foot-long ghost beast and threw it onto the boat of the river of darkness.

The sails on the Styx River Boat sprinkled streaks of golden light, caught the Styx Beast, and then threw it on the deck.

Huang Laoliu in the river had nowhere to rely on his body and fell into the Styx River.

Nothing floats in the Styx River, if it falls into it, it will fall to the bottom of the river in an instant.

It is said that no one has ever returned from the bottom of the river Styx.

"Sixth brother, go on." Luo Ren who came after him threw out a black scale and landed at Huang Lao Liu's feet, and fell into the water instead.

Huang Laoliu stepped on the black scales, his body rippling with the water waves, he raised his hand to grab Luo Ren who fell in the water, and threw him directly towards the boat of the Styx.

After a while, the boat of the Styx was moving forward, and a long ladder came down to catch Huanglaoliu up.

An old man in a black robe stepped forward and handed Huang Lao Liu a small black bag.

"You are good, are you interested in joining our holy city?"

Join the Holy City?

Huang Laoliu turned to look at Han Muye.

Han Muye shook his head and whispered.

Huang Laoliu grinned and said, "Forget it, I'll go and have a look first."

The old man in black robe was not angry either, he nodded and turned to leave.

Huang Laoliu untied the small black bag in his hand, and there were dozens of golden light balls in it.

This ball of light is formed by the condensation of soul and divinity.

He took out one and handed it to Han Muye, and he passed a few more to Luo Ren who was beside him.

Luo Ren took it with a smile and said, "This Soul Gold Bead is the common currency in the Holy City, and one piece is worth millions of spirit stones."

"The key is that this item is very beneficial to the improvement of the soul and the refinement of the body. If it is exchanged, it can be sold at a premium."

While speaking, Luo Ren turned his head to look at those practitioners with envious eyes.

It's fair to exchange the ghost beast thrown by Huang Laoliu on the boat of the river of darkness for a bag of soul gold beads.

There was a big battle, and there were a lot of casualties on board.

More than a dozen practitioners died.

But the harvest on board is not small.

The four ghost beasts took turns to dissect, and the flesh and bones were carefully put away.

Several men in black robes carefully cut off the wings and folded them up.

These things are not completely measured by spirit stones or other goods.

For the Styx ferrymen, these things are treasures that can enhance the strength of the group.

There is a place for dining on the fourth floor of the cabin.

Because the power of cultivation is suppressed, relying purely on the blood and soul of the body, many practitioners have to supplement meat to increase the power of blood.

Those meats were processed from the meat of the ghost beasts and soul beasts that had been killed before.

Han Muye tasted a piece, and there was no special taste in the meat, but the surging blood contained in it was very suitable for absorption.

The meat of the soul beast is more delicate than that of the ghost beast, and the price is also much higher.

A small piece costs a hundred spirit stones.

Practitioners who set foot on the boat of the Styx are not bad for this.

"Sixth brother, the magic power of the sacred image is strong, and he can have a place in the holy city." The words of the real Shi Yuan, who came to Han Muye and the others' table, were a little more eager.

On the contrary, Feng Yi, who came with him, was a little more restrained. Even the meat that Huang Lao Liu invited them to eat was placed in front of him, making it difficult to do anything.

He is only in the realm of transforming gods, and his lifespan will be exhausted.

Huang Laoliu's combat strength is at least the strongest of Tianzun.

Sitting with such a powerful and powerful person, Feng Yi is naturally cautious.

"Brother Huang, I don't know how many soul golden beads may be traded?" At another table, a tall old man in a black robe looked at Huang Lao Liu and said loudly.

When he asked this, everyone in the restaurant looked up at Huang Laoliu.

trade?

Huang Laoliu took out the black bag and put it on the table.

"Whoever you want to change, just change it."

really change?

Hearing his words, many practitioners stood up.

Some people took out spirit stones, while others held several treasures.

Feng Yi was stunned for a moment, hesitated a little, got up and took out a small bag.

But after a while, Huang Laoliu's bag of gold beads was replaced.

"Thank you Sixth Brother." Someone cupped his hands.

The others also hurriedly followed suit to thank them.

Gold beads are good things for them, many people go to the holy city just to get gold beads and absorb their spirit and divinity.

Some people have decayed physically and urgently need divine suppression.

This golden bead might last a lifetime.

The Styx ferrymen on the Styx Boat were not easy to communicate with, and they never expected Huang Lao Liu to be so generous.

For a while, everyone looked at Huang Laoliu with a lot of gratitude.

In fact, to Huang Lao Liu, this golden bead is completely tasteless.

The divine crystal that Han Muye gave him was a hundred times thicker than the divinity contained in the golden bead, so it was easier to absorb.

With Shen Jing, there is absolutely no need for him to keep the golden beads on his body.

When he returned to the quiet room of the cabin, Feng Yi, who had exchanged the golden beads, set up a small light array on the side to protect himself and practice there.

This light array is inspired by the power of the soul, and the protection power is not strong, it can only prevent the soul from probing.

Although Master Shi Yuan still wanted to chat with Huang Lao Liu eagerly, but looking at Luo Ren's eyes at the side, he could only shrink his head and exit the quiet room.

Luo Ren was very interested in Huang Laoliu's magic icon, so Huang Laoliu explained to him the practice method of this exercise.

In exchange, Luo Ren gave Huang Lao Liu the scale armor he had obtained, and quietly told him where the scale armor came from.

A scale armor that can float in the Styx must not be simple.

Han Muye didn't listen to the two of them studying the magic arts, but activated a light array with his soul, then raised his hand, and took out a drop of light red water.

It's water drops.

The water of the Styx.

This is the water droplets splashed by the water waves splashed on the boat of the Styx during the previous war.

Han Muye grabbed a drop, sensed the power contained in it, and put it away.

At this moment, this drop of Styx water was flowing in his palm like a living thing.

Faint energy and blood emerged from the blood-red water droplets.

"Styx, is it alive?"

The power emanating from this water drop clearly has its own spirituality.

This is only available to living creatures.

Styx.

Styx Immortal.

Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

He still has too little memory from the broken gun, and he knows too little about this Styx Immortal.

Just relying on the existing information, he is completely unable to deduce everything he wants.

Looking at the blood-red water droplets in front of him, Han Muye raised his hand, and a pale golden sword light slashed down.

The sword light shone, cutting it into countless groups.

The Soul Sword emerged, and then enveloped these invisible water masses.

One day later, the red drop was finally refined by Han Muye.

"The power of pure physical energy and blood is interesting."

"The real treasure of this Styx world should be the endlessly flowing Styx water."

Feeling the power of a drop of Styx water, Han Muye whispered softly.

In this drop of water, there is the power of pure energy and blood.

It's just that his refining method is too slow, and he needs to get the inheritance of the Styx Immortal to truly refine the Styx water.

Raising his hand, a black jade tablet appeared in his palm.

This is the jade tablet related to Li Mubai, and now in the Styx River, the pulling power is more obvious.

Li Mubai is in the holy city, and it's probably not very good now.

Fortunately, the qi and blood revealed on this jade tablet has not been cut off, it is probably just injured.

After that, Makino in Japan and Korea basically retreated, or wandered on the deck.

On the other hand, Huang Laoliu lived happily ever after, and when he encountered a ghost beast, he would kill it, and if there was no ghost beast, he would exchange his practice experience with Luo Ren and others, so happy.

Huang Laoliu is generous and is willing to exchange gold beads with others.

After that, he took several shots to hunt down the ghost beast, and he followed a group of people to fight.

The most considerate ones were Shi Yuan Zhenren and Feng Yi, and they also shared a lot of benefits by living in the same quiet room.

Feng Yi, whose lifespan was worrying at first, got the gold beads and several treasures in exchange, but his cultivation has loosened a bit, and the danger of his lifespan has eased.

This made him even more eager, as long as Huang Lao Liu went, he would follow.

As for Master Shi Yuan, he quietly formed an alliance with more than a dozen demon cultivators of the same cultivation level.

He played under the banner of Huang Laoliu and summoned these people to follow Ta Tian Mozun.

The name of Huang Laoliu Ta Tian Mozun is already very famous on this boat of the Styx.

Luo Ren's research on Huang Laoliu's practice method has achieved some results. Although he can't have three heads and six arms, he can also show four arms, and his strength is quite strong.

He regarded himself as Huang Laoliu's younger brother, and before Huang Laoliu made a move, he must first strike.

In this way, Han Muye became an idler.

Fortunately, everyone knew that Han Muye was Huang Laoliu's brother, so they didn't offend him.

It's just that I don't know how powerful he is.

After a month and a half, the boat of the Styx slowed down.

"Ahead is Xuanming Island, which is the only way to the holy city."

"The boat of the Styx will stop at Xuanming Island for three days, waiting for the other boats of the Styx to join up and go to the holy city together."

"The journey ahead is more dangerous and requires the cooperation of the fleet."

Practitioners who came more than once explained.

Sure enough, a large island appeared ahead.

A hint of green is visible on the rocky island.

Outside the big island, several large ships similar to this one have been heard.

All are eighteen sails, three hundred feet long.

Looking at the big ships, Han Muye narrowed his eyes.

This family of Ferrymen of the Styx River is stronger than I thought.

But when he thought of Ke Xue's appearance when he started refining the sail, he was relieved again.

The strength of the Styx Ferrymen clan comes from the sacrifice of countless clansmen.

It is the accumulation of countless generations.

On the Styx River, I don't know how many people like Ke Xue are constantly refining sails.

"Fellow Taoist, we have a small trade fair on the island, are you interested in participating?" The old man in black robe spoke.

His name is Yu Wen, and he is one of the deacons on this ship.

It was Ke Yang who recognized the one who exempted Huang Laoliu and Han Muye from the boat.

These days, Huang Laoliu showed his skills, and almost everyone on the boat recognized him.

Yu Wen also chatted with Huang Laoliu several times, and personally received the ghost beast that Huang Laoliu hunted and killed.

Hearing Yu Wen's invitation, other people showed envy on their faces.

Above the Styx River, the Styx Ferryman has absolute control.

Being invited by the Ferrymen of the Styx River shows that Huang Laoliu's combat power has been recognized.

Huang Laoliu laughed, glanced at Han Muye, and nodded in agreement.

Xuanming Island is not small, with a radius of a hundred miles.

Just at the ferry crossing is a small town based on bluestone, simple and rough.

The practitioners who got off the boat went straight to the small town.

The power in the Styx is restricted, and many people live in poverty when they are on the boat.

There are also many people who are rushing to the stalls that can be seen everywhere in the city.

Practitioners from all over put out the treasures they don't need in exchange for what they need.

There is nothing fair about this type of transaction, everyone gets what they want.

Han Muye and the others disembarked together with a few Styx ferrymen.

In addition to Yu Wen, there are two other elders with different appearances.

Among them was the old man with fangs who admired Huang Lao Liu a lot.

The old man's name is Qu Qian, he is the deacon elder in the Holy City, and he sits on the boat of the Styx River.

There are deacons and elders sitting on every Styx boat.

According to Han Muye's perception, this Quqian's cultivation base is not low, but the combat power of the Styx Ferryman cannot be measured by the strength of his cultivation base.

A group of people entered the small town and went to the stone castle in the city.

More than a dozen strong members of the Styx Ferrymen clan gathered, and after exchanging pleasantries, they began to trade.

"I didn't gain much this trip, only a few blood marrow beads." A white-bearded old man smiled, with his palms open, there were three jade-colored beads with red light.

"Hey, Elder Zhu Yi, a blood marrow bead is worth a thousand gold beads, so you don't gain much?"

"That's right, with just these few beads, you've earned back everything you invested."

As soon as the blood marrow bead came out, the surrounding crowd exclaimed.

Yu Wen introduced to Huang Laoliu and Han Muye in a low voice that this blood marrow bead was condensed from the bodies of very few ghost beasts, and it was the crystallization of the water of the river of darkness.

The power of qi and blood contained in this treasure is so surging that it is unimaginable.

As long as you carry two of these treasures with you, your body will not rot, and your blood will surge endlessly.

The three blood marrow beads were taken out, and the others also put on the treasures in their hands one after another.

Most of them are materials from ghost beasts, and some are special spiritual materials from the river of ghosts.

Some went out to hunt monsters or monsters and got some good treasures.

There are swords and weapons, and some inheritances in other realms.

On Han Muye's boat, the cultivators who fell when the ghost beast attacked, all their belongings were restrained by the ferrymen of the river.

"I encountered ghost beasts chasing and besieging several times this trip, and used a lot of protective methods. I was a little unsafe when I crossed the chaos reef later. I wonder who can share a few defensive treasures?"

A skinny Styx ferryman looked around and spoke in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and all kinds of golden beads, spiritual materials, and some folded wings collected from ghost beasts were scattered in front of him.

His words made many people frown.

"Hey, for nearly a thousand years, every trip to kill the reefs is a fear."

"Don't say it, my ship is not well defended."

Everyone shook their heads.

The Luansha Reef was originally a sea area that guarded the Holy City.

There are dense rocks, and there are many powerful beasts lurking in the Styx.

Originally, the Ferrymen of the Styx River could suppress these strange beasts.

But millions of years ago, the Great Elder disappeared and took away the most precious soul-suppressing banner of the Styx Ferryman clan.

Without the suppression of this extremely powerful treasure, the Styx Ferryman could only barely hold the holy city, and then communicate with the outside world with the refined Styx boat.

The powerful beasts inhabiting the Luansha Reef will often besiege the holy city and intercept and kill those boats of the Styx.

These elders sitting on the boat of the Styx gathered together to gather strength and cross the killing reef together.

At this time, everyone traded several useful treasures with each other, but none of them took out defensive objects.

Everyone lacks such treasures.

Huang Laoliu exchanged some treasures for his own use.

He didn't care about Han Muye.

He knows this brother of his own, and never worries about treasures.

Indeed, Han Muye has no shortage of treasures.

However, his eyes fell on the elder of the Styx Ferryman who was looking to buy the guardian treasure.

Among the pile of treasures was a dagger.

The aura conveyed by the short sword is a bit strange.

Standing up slowly, he walked to the pile of treasures.

All parties involved in the transaction turned their heads and looked at Han Muye.

"Senior, let me take a look at this sword, can you agree, senior?" Han Muye pointed to the dagger.

The old man frowned.

Yu Wen hurriedly coughed lightly, and briefly introduced Huang Laoliu and Han Muye.

An acquaintance from a tribe, Huang Laoliu showed tyrannical strength.

The Styx ferryman obviously valued friendship, and the old man nodded when he heard that it was Ke Yang who personally sent the boat onto the boat.

Han Muye stretched out his hand to grab the dagger in his hand, he didn't pull out the sheath, but just held the hilt in his hand.

The sword intent on his body was suppressed, but he had the sword of the soul.

A faint trace of spiritual power poured into the sword, and a picture flashed in his mind.

Chaos, uncertainty.

What is conveyed in this sword weapon is a kind of chaos that cannot be resolved.

The next moment, Han Muye was shocked and let go of the hilt of his sword.

There was a flicker of horror in his eyes.

"Senior wants to guard the treasure, right?"

Han Muye raised his hand, and a wooden box emerged.

"I don't know if Senior may come up with enough treasures to exchange."

Hearing Han Muye's words, a trace of anger flashed across the old man's face.

As the owner of this place, and sitting on a boat on the Styx River, he has a lot of treasures.

With a low hum, the old man raised his hand to take the wooden box from Han Muye's hand.

The long wooden box was in his hand, his spiritual sense penetrated, and the old man suddenly stood up.

"This this--"

With horror on his face, he looked up at Han Muye.

A group of other elders stood up and probed with their spiritual sense, all of them changed their expressions drastically.

Baizhang large crossbow, ten crossbow arrows.

I don't know what kind of material this big crossbow is forged, the power surging in it is magnificent, as if sealing a world.

Each of those crossbow arrows has the lethality to break through the void.

This kind of bow and crossbow is a treasure that is hard to find in the fairy world, let alone in the Styx.

"This is a great treasure. With this treasure, you can directly walk through the reef." An old man wearing a golden hair crown showed joy on his face, and said in a deep voice.

"This treasure is precious." Another old man nodded, looked at Han Muye, and said in a low voice.

Huang Laoliu probed curiously with his spiritual sense, and also cursed in a low voice.

Inside that wooden box is clearly a Sky Breaker!

Han Muye directly took out such a powerful weapon in the battle between the fairy world and the god world.

Inside this wooden box is not only a complete crossbow, but also ten crossbows forged in the city of burying immortals.

The lethality of this crossbow arrow is what Da Luo Jinxian would retreat.

Thousands of sky-breaking crossbows were placed on the city of burying immortals, but the army of the gods did not dare to approach.

"I don't know if senior can replace this thing?" Han Muye said calmly, his expression unchanged.

The sky-breaking crossbow must be exchanged for god crystals in the fairy world.

Just taking spirit stones, even if piled up into a hundred mountains, is not enough to exchange for this crossbow.

Originally, Han Muye questioned that he couldn't afford it, and the old man felt insulted.

Now that Han Muye asked again, he didn't dare to say anything.

I really can't afford it.

Not to mention that they can't afford to change it, even if everyone has a piece of their belongings, they still can't afford to change it.

The Styx ferrymen looked at each other.

"Ahem, that, little friend Han, I don't know, maybe we should pay some deposit first?" After discussing for a while, Qu Qian looked at Han Muye, and said a little embarrassedly.

At any rate, he was familiar with Han Muye and Huang Laoliu.

Is this on credit?

Huang Laoliu frowned.

Han Muye had already nodded.

In the end, except for the few spiritual materials that Han Muye really didn't need, all other treasures at the trade fair were packaged and given to him.

Just like this, everyone is missing 60% of Han Muye's treasures.

Calculated according to the soul of gold beads, 120,000.

In the words of Qu Qian and the others, the Styx Ferryman took advantage of this deal.

Who told everyone to be friends?

This time it's dating.

Han Muye and Huang Laoliu, who had collected the treasures, left first, out of the stone castle, surrounded by Luo Ren, Feng Yi and others.

They are all curious about what good things will be available at the Styx Ferryman's fair.

Han Muye didn't say anything, Huang Laoliu cheerfully took out some treasures that Luo Ren and the others could use.

send directly.

Immediately, everyone was grateful.

Huang Laoliu is probably used to being a great sage who steps on the sky, and prefers the feeling of being sought after by others.

Han Muye has become numb to this.

After collecting the treasures, Master Shi Yuan said, "Sixth brother, there are still some treasures in the city, why don't you take a look?"

In their view, Huang Laoliu, who hunted many ghost beasts along the way, had the richest net worth.

Of course they didn't know that compared with Han Muye, Huang Laoliu's little things were not enough.

The Divine Crystal and Immortal Spirit Stone that Huanglaoliu used in his practice were given by Han Muye.

Nothing happened at all, and everyone went to see the transactions in the city.

Practitioners of different shapes set up stalls in empty places, some simply to sell the useless treasures in their hands, and some want to exchange for some treasures they need.

Huang Laoliu spends a lot of money, as long as he sees that he can use it, he will change it.

Han Muye was interested in some scattered swords.

"Boom—"

Not far ahead, with a bang, a Taoist in a green robe was thrown flying.

"Grandma, who dares to exchange fake gems for my real gems, who do you think you are?" A burly black man in a bust shouted loudly and strode forward.

The Taoist who was thrown away was not short, but when he was grabbed by the collar by the big man, he looked like a child.

"The poor jade is the real precious jade, Qingxuan Wuji jade, your jade is fake, fake!" The Taoist roared, making the surroundings quiet.

Qingxuan Wuji Jade, the soul-suppressing treasure, has miraculous effects on nourishing the soul.

This kind of treasure, especially for practitioners whose lifespan is severed and who have nowhere to go, is a good thing to nourish the soul and protect their reincarnation and re-cultivation.

It can be said that less than half of the people who come here have this treasure in their hands.

The Taoist was pulled by his collar, panting heavily, gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Give me back my jade, the poor Taoist really needs it."

Hearing the Taoist's words, the big man laughed, and let go of his hand, revealing a big blue chalcedony fist in his palm.

"Originally, I was going to let you go, but your soul has already been half-integrated into Qingxuanyu. Now that Qingxuanyu is in my hands, don't all your treasures belong to me?"

The big man said, slowly clenching his palms.

There was a look of despair on the Taoist's face.

Once the sapphire jade fused with the soul is broken, it will be a situation where the soul is shattered.

"Wait a moment."

At this moment, a voice sounded.

The people around moved out of the way, revealing Han Muye standing by the side of the road.

Taoist Qingpao widened his eyes when he saw Han Muye.

"Ancestor Tao Ran, long time no see." Han Muye looked at the Taoist with a smile on his face, and said softly.

Tao Ran, the Patriarch of the Fire Veins of Jiuxuan Mountain and the former owner of the Ziyan Sword.

We haven't seen each other for two thousand years. When we meet again, Tao Ran is already very old and his life is dying.

"Recognized?"

"Haha, okay, do you want to buy this real precious jade?" The eyes of the burly man who held the green jade tightly lit up, looked at Han Muye, and laughed.

"Boom—"

A huge fist hit his face.

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