The vicissitudes of life are just that.
The high-spirited and number one person in the demonic path was huddled in the depths of a narrow cave, his beard and hair in disarray.
"What are you doing here at Styx?"
Li Mubai looked at Han Muye.
The surrounding practitioners quietly backed away.
The strength displayed by Han Qi was tyrannical, and Han Muye looked completely extraordinary.
If someone says something secret and then silences them, wouldn't it be an unreasonable disaster?
Tao Wu looked at Li Mubai and didn't know what to say for a moment.
Han Muye really came to look for him, and he found him.
Setting foot in the Holy Land of Styx is to find someone.
No one would believe it.
Han Muye raised his hand, revealing the jade plaque in his palm.
"Business Owner Bai asked me to come and see you." Han Muye's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "I happen to be interested in the inheritance of Immortal Lord Styx."
"That girl..." Looking at the jade plaque, Li Mubai's eyes showed confusion.
"The world of Immortal Source is powerful and you are suppressing one world. Why come to this place?"
Shaking his head, Li Mubai whispered, and then took out a palm-sized tortoise shell.
There are many interlaced lines on the scales.
If you look closely, the flowing light on the lines seems to be very mysterious.
"This is the message I got from studying the marks on the walls for so many years."
"This mark involves the movement of the soul, as well as the understanding of life and death."
Looking at the scales on his palm, Li Mubai spoke softly.
His energy and blood were declining, and his cultivation had dropped to the early stage of the Heavenly Realm of Yuanying. It seemed that his Yuanying would collapse at any moment.
But his soul wave is clear and extremely powerful.
You can only stay in this cave for ten days. After ten days, you need to use your own soul to infuse the city defense formation in exchange for the next opportunity to stay in the cave for enlightenment.
After long-term training, Li Mubai's soul power improved.
But unknowingly, the physical power was exhausted because it had been suppressed by the power of the Styx and could not be cultivated.
The cultivation base is about to dissipate because it has been suppressed for too long.
No wonder he was in a strange state sensed from the jade token.
"I'm afraid I won't have a chance to leave here." Li Mubai looked up, with a hint of relief in his eyes.
"If you go back to Tianxuan, tell me that girl, I didn't let her mother down."
"I found the mark of her mother's soul."
Handing the scales in his hand to Han Muye, Li Mubai's eyes flashed brightly.
"Han Muye, if you have obtained the Immortal Master's inheritance and control the soul-suppressing flag, please release Suzhen's mother's soul."
The soul is suppressed in the soul-suppressing flag.
Han Muye looked at Li Mubai's calm face and reached out to take the scales.
His spiritual thoughts fell on the scales.
A series of mysterious marks flashed.
Countless inspirations appeared in his mind.
If it were before, it would have been completely impossible for him to see through the message contained in this aura.
Now, he can understand.
born.
die.
Every flash of aura represents a cycle of life and death.
This is the rule.
No, it is still far from the real rules, but this power is already very close to the rules that only the Immortal Master can master.
This is the power that surpasses the Immortal Lord, but is not the Immortal Lord.
In the Holy Land, the only one with such power is the Great Elder who controls the Soul-Suppressing Flag, right?
Looking at it this way, everyone in this cliff realized that it was the method laid out by the great elder.
After looking at the scale armor in his hand, Han Muye turned to look at the surrounding caves.
There are various marks on the stone wall.
There is a strange power surging in this mark.
It is necessary for the soul to fall into it and then follow the traces to understand the secret of life and death.
Most people's spiritual soul cultivation can only be comprehended for a period of time, and then it will dissipate, and then the power of the soul will be gathered again.
This dissipated soul power was led away by the great elder.
Countless practitioners donated their souls for free to provide the great elder with the soul power to refine the Immortal Lord's body.
But in Han Muye's eyes, this is the soul-suppressing flag's method of sacrifice.
The great elder did not understand the true method of sacrificial refining of the soul-suppressing banner, and actually revealed this soul-suppressing method directly.
Han Muye raised his head, and a golden divine light burst out between his eyebrows.
The power of Qi and blood surged out of his body.
"boom--"
In the cave, every inch of green fairy light shines.
Li Mubai, Han Qi and others standing aside were directly knocked out of the cave by this force.
"This, how can he escape from the suppression of the power of the Styx?" Tao Wu stood outside the cave, looking at the cyan fairy light, his face full of horror and confusion.
The power of Han Muye's soul was poured into the marks on the cave, and in just an instant, he had traveled through countless spaces.
At this moment, endless pictures appeared in his mind.
The spiritual insights of countless practitioners were displayed in his mind.
Divine soul.
This is the intertwining of countless divine soul powers.
Some spirits are still there, but their bodies have long since decayed.
Some are enlightened in the cave, but they don't know that their power has already been drawn into the soul-suppressing flag.
Han Muye saw a long golden flag lying across the sky, and in front of it were hundreds of old men in white robes sitting cross-legged.
On the long flag, golden marks shine, each one seems to be changing the rules of the world, and each mark's power seems to be able to break open an area of heaven and earth.
Endless soul power surges.
Among the golden soul power, there is a Taoist wearing a black robe, with a face of about forty years old, and his eyes slightly closed, sitting cross-legged.
The Taoist wore a sapphire lotus crown on his head, and the aura surging on his body was powerful, and the divine light exploded.
The souls of the figures sitting around the long banner were extracted and turned into light threads and poured into the long banner.
Not only these people, but there are also square formations of practitioners sitting cross-legged in the back, all pouring the power of the soul for the Taoist with the green lotus and jade crown to absorb.
In the surrounding void, countless soul powers and qi and blood were intertwined and pulled from the caves to the long flag.
For countless years, the souls of countless people have gathered together, providing unknown amounts of power to the Soul-Suppressing Banner and the Great Elder.
I don’t know how strong this great elder’s soul is.
Han Muye's eyes fell on a square of cultivators. With a thought, the power of his soul had already penetrated.
"Ancestor, where is Sixth Brother?" His voice sounded directly in the divine treasure of the cultivator sitting cross-legged with the help of traces.
Ancestor Tao Ran.
The old man sitting cross-legged is Patriarch Tao Ran.
A familiar voice sounded in the Divine Palace, and Ancestor Tao Ran suddenly opened his eyes wide.
His body trembled slightly, and when he wanted to open his mouth, Han Muye's voice came again: "Ancestor, you use the power of your soul to write in the divine treasure."
Ancestor Tao Ran nodded, channeled the power of his soul, and wrote down lines of words in his mind.
After he, Huang Laoliu and the others left the Reef, under the guidance of Huang Laoliu, the Styx boat fleet reached the Holy City safely.
Most of the practitioners dispersed in the holy city, looking for opportunities.
There are still many people who are willing to follow Huang Laoliu.
Huang Laoliu was also invited by the elders of the Holy City. After a conversation, he came back and decided to go to the Holy Land to find the inheritance of the Immortal Lord.
Just like that, Ancestor Tao Ran and the others came to the Holy Land together.
Ancestor Tao Ran himself meditated in the cave for three months, and then he had a glimmer of unspeakable enlightenment and was transported here.
As for Huang Laoliu and the others, they are not here.
"Huang Laoliu and the others were invited by the great elder to go to the place where the Styx Emperor fell to search for the legacy."
"We are refining the soul-suppressing banner here."
"The Great Elder said that the Soul-Calming Flag has no owner, and anyone has a chance to become its owner."
"But now all of us are controlled by the soul-suppressing flag, and we can no longer withdraw the power of our souls."
Lines of text appeared in Ancestor Tao Ran’s mind.
It seems that most practitioners eventually have their souls drained out and die like this.
"Boy Han, leave quickly. The soul of the Great Elder of the Holy City is extremely powerful. You won't be able to leave if he finds out."
"The Soul-Calming Flag is controlled by him, and his soul power is stronger than I have ever seen."
The words in Tao Ran's Ancestor's Divine Treasure are filled with a hint of trembling.
This is a visceral fear.
Han Muye did not answer.
Because at this time, the great elder sitting on top of the soul-suppressing flag had opened his eyes.
"It's rare to have such a vivid soul, it can just replenish the consumption of this deity." He whispered softly, and a golden stream of light broke through the sky and earth, directly hitting Ancestor Tao Ran.
Han Muye's spirit moved, and with the help of the cave marks, it directly turned into a curtain of light.
"Bang——"
The golden stream of light hit the light curtain. The light curtain trembled and seemed to be broken, but finally stabilized. Ancestor Tao Ran, who was sitting in it, was shocked, his eyes widened, and blood dripped from the tip of his nose.
But those practitioners around Ancestor Tao Ran were not so lucky.
The hundreds of cultivators in that square array all went limp, blood spurted out from their seven orifices, and then their entire breath died.
The divine soul directly killed hundreds of cultivators with one strike.
This kind of divine soul power has far surpassed the seven-headed dragon carving beast Han Qi.
If the current great elder met the dragon carving beast, he would be able to suppress it with one blow.
The terrifying thing about the power of the soul is that it is simple, direct, and almost incomprehensible.
The great elder suddenly took action, and everyone was stunned.
"Ke Shou'en, didn't you say you wouldn't kill us if we helped you refine the Soul Suppressing Flag?" A ferryman elder spoke in a deep voice in front.
As soon as he finished speaking, the great elder raised his hand impatiently.
A golden light suppressed the elder. When the golden light dissipated, the elder's body had turned into withered bones, leaving only a golden soul, which was melted into a ball.
There was a shock in the surrounding void, and countless souls were trembling.
The great elder here is so powerful that no one can stop him.
His eyes fell on the golden light shield around Ancestor Tao Ran, and his eyes flashed with surprise.
"The soul-suppressing banner is the method. There are really people in the world who can understand the soul-suppressing method with just three or two soul-suppressing patterns."
"Show me who you are."
He raised his hand and waved, and more than a dozen of the hundreds of Styx Ferryman elders sitting in front of him stood up.
There was a dull look in the eyes of these people, but the golden light on their bodies was shining. They held the weapons in their hands, their energy and blood surged, and they flew up.
"Bang——"
A spear hit the light curtain first, causing the golden light curtain to vibrate.
Then, all kinds of weapons fell like rain.
The golden light curtain lasted only a breath before it shattered.
Although the light shield activated by the soul is strong, it cannot stop these swords and guns.
Ancestor Tao Ran, who was sitting cross-legged, had despair on his face.
"Buzz——"
Just when all the weapons fell on the head of Ancestor Tao Ran, a sound of soul shaking came out.
The Styx ferryman elders trembled and all stopped.
In the originally dull eyes, there was a trace of divine light emerging.
Slowly, they became more agile.
Not only them, but the other practitioners in the square formation, as well as the ferryman elders who were sitting upright, all felt the loosening of the binding force on their bodies.
The long flag under the great elder also made a loud sound and moved automatically even if there was no wind.
Countless marks sparkled on it, extracting all the golden divine light that had originally enveloped the Great Elder.
The power of the soul-suppressing flag seems to be being pulled away!
"You, you dare to snatch the soul-suppressing flag from me!"
The Great Elder stood up suddenly, shouted angrily, then raised his hand and struck out a golden palm print, hitting Ancestor Tao Ran.
Just when the golden palm print fell, golden light surged on the soul-suppressing flag, dissolving it.
This scene made the great elder's eyes widen with horror.
"This, how can the soul-suppressing flag be controlled..."
He turned around and stared closely at the Zhenhun flag, and shouted: "Zhenhun, are you crazy?"
"If you don't suppress the soul of Immortal Lord Styx, are you trying to get him to wake up?"
"You don't want to be free?"
He roared furiously, and the soul-suppressing flag also surged, and the golden stream of light seemed to split the great elder into pieces.
Two powerful divine soul forces were clashing, tearing apart the surrounding void.
The sound of "呲呲" passing through the soul resounded.
The two soul powers clashed, and all the practitioners' souls were involved, as if they were about to be torn apart.
As long as they take ten breaths, their souls will turn into nothingness in the battle between souls.
No one can escape.
The two souls collided like a torrent, and the thread-like soul wrapped in them was more fragile than a spider's thread.
It's over.
Despair arose in the hearts of countless people.
"Want to live?"
At this time, the voice of Han Muye's soul quietly sounded in the sacred treasures of all practitioners.
Anyone who was in the cave or in the phalanx using the soul power to refining the soul-suppressing flag at this moment heard Han Muye's words.
Want to live?
Of course I want to live!
"The Soul-Suppressing Banner extracts the power of your souls and is contaminated with your soul marks. I will tell you the means to control the Soul-Suppressing Banner. Who can become the master of the Soul-Suppressing Banner depends on your luck."
The method of controlling the soul-suppressing banner!
Everyone's eyes widened.
A piece of golden text appeared in their minds.
It's really the control technique of the Soul-Suppressing Banner.
Li Mubai, who was standing outside the cave, also felt the message sent by Han Muye.
He pondered for a moment, walked slowly to the front, and sat down cross-legged.
There was a deathly aura flashing around him.
"boom--"
As countless souls surged, the soul-suppressing flags originally confronting the Great Elder surged crazily.
Countless soul powers are fighting for control of the soul-suppressing flag.
The great elder looked at the surging soul-suppressing flags, hesitated, and looked around.
The surging power around him frightened him.
Everyone looked at him as if they wanted to eat him up.
"call--"
There was a roar from the soul-suppressing flag.
Although there are countless people vying for control, there is no one dominant idea in Zhenhun Banner.
But at this moment, the idea of triggering the Soul-Suppressing Banner to suppress the Great Elder was surprisingly unanimous.
On the soul-suppressing flag, a golden snare scattered, covering the head of the great elder.
Ecstasy corrodes the bones!
If you are caught in this trap, you will definitely die!
The great elder gritted his teeth and roared, and a ball of golden soul light hit the snare.
"Bang——"
The soul was shattered and the snare was torn apart.
The soul attack is so direct.
But in the next moment, the originally broken snare reappeared, covering the great elder's head.
There was a hint of fierceness on his face, and his body suddenly exploded.
When he reappeared, he had transformed into an old man with eagle eyes wearing black robes and a cold face.
"Just wait." He shouted lowly, then moved and disappeared.
The great elder fled, and the soul-suppressing flag began to swell and struggle again.
Countless practitioners frantically compete for control of the soul-suppressing flag, causing the soul-suppressing flag to float continuously.
Han Muye did not participate in the competition.
With the help of this emptiness, his soul has passed through a group of purple souls sleeping in the soul-suppressing flag, and landed in a purple illusory space.
In the space, there is a land suspended thousands of miles away.
"Is this the true form of the Immortal?"
The Immortal Lord has merged with his own cave and heaven, and he is a world by himself.
The death of an Immortal Lord will cause an endless world to collapse, and then turn into a cosmic world.
Han Muye once saw the calamity, which was to kill the Immortal Lord, destroy his world, and allow a new universe to be born.
That was the backlash that began after the power of heaven and earth was stolen by practitioners.
This is unsolvable.
wrong.
Han Muye narrowed his eyes.
It’s not unsolvable either.
As long as we control the number of powerful immortals and high-level practitioners to prevent the backlash, it will not cause calamity.
At this moment, he thought of the God Realm.
Isn’t what those gods are doing is control?
Are these gods controlling the divine world, the fairy world, and indirectly the mortal world just to control the number of practitioners?
But behind this, will there be resisters?
Measuring calamity is a calamity for those who have lived forever, and it is an existence that must be prevented with all efforts.
Are those immortals who have not yet become immortals, or those who do not control the world, pushing for the next calamity behind the scenes, and then changing the world?
Who is here?
Han Muye's eyes fell on that piece of heaven and earth.
"boom--"
A golden spear flew up.
It was a long spear with divine light shining on it.
The spear changed rapidly, and finally became ten feet long, with three points and two blades, and the tip of the spear shone brightly.
The spear was held in the palm of Huang Laoliu, who was wearing black armor.
"Hey, I wanted to hand over the inheritance to him, but in the end he chose the inheritance of Tianlu Immortal Lord."
"I don't know whether he is controlled by Tianlu and becomes the incarnation of Tianlu Immortal Lord, or whether he can become himself."
A voice sounded in Han Muye's ears.
Looking back, he saw an old man wearing a moon-white robe with a white beard reaching to his chest.
Immortal Lord Styx.
The Immortal Lord of the Styx who helped Han Muye escape from a dangerous situation on the boat on the Styx.
"Immortal Lord, is it Sixth Brother who wants to choose the inheritance in the war spear, or are you forcing him to choose?"
The surging sword intent on Han Muye began to change.
The sword light shone brightly, revealing a fierce killing intent.
"Brother, be careful, this old guy is not a good guy!"
Huang Laoliu, who was holding a war gun, shouted low, and flew towards him, enveloped by the blood-colored war gun.
There was a dazzling divine light about him.
Looking at the two people standing side by side, Immortal Lord Styx shook his head with a smile on his face.
"Actually, I originally had my eye on you." Immortal Lord Styx looked at Han Muye.
"It can induce the power to measure calamities, and it has unparalleled luck."
"If I could be reborn as you, I would have the opportunity to enter the wild world again."
His voice slowly faded into nothingness, and his figure seemed to fade into nothingness.
Han Muye looked solemn.
When Immortal Lord Minghe came to help him, he knew it wouldn't be that simple.
Suddenly he turned around.
Beside him, Huang Laoliu showed a look of pain on his face.
"Old man, do you dare to take away my body?" He shouted through gritted teeth, and the eight-armed demonic icon appeared behind him.
The thousand-foot-tall demon statue shook, and the spear in its hand danced.
"Haha, you have refined the Heavenly Killing War Spear, and you barely have the qualifications to be taken away from you."
"Otherwise, I would still look down upon your body."
The voice of Immortal Lord Styx came from the holy statue.
The closed eyes of the three heads of the icon were all opened.
The black and white light coming from those eyes was hooded towards Han Muye.
The black and white halo hit Han Muye, and his soul turned gray-white.
Far away in the cave, his body was also as gray as a stone pillar.
"Old guy, you're looking for death!"
Huang Laoliu's eyes were bloodshot and his body was bulging with energy and blood, but he could not do anything to the holy statue behind him.
The golden war gun vibrated in his hand, seeming to be sending some message.
Huang Laoliu clenched his spear, gritted his teeth, and let the golden divine light pass through his body.
"Little guy, don't struggle. The Heavenly Killing Spear has suppressed my body for tens of millions of years. I have already refined it. As long as I offer you a blood sacrifice with your body, this spear will belong to me."
"Coupled with the soul-suppressing flag that has been well-nurtured over the years, my strength can be restored quickly."
There was pride in the voice of Immortal Lord Styx.
Huang Laoliu's body was imprisoned in place, and the eight-armed demon behind him smiled, raised his hand, grabbed the spear in his hand, and stepped out.
"Tianlu, I will take you to drink some blood."
After the Immortal Lord Styx finished speaking, he caused the phantom of the demonic path to fly away.
Huang Laoliu, who was standing there, raised his head and looked at Han Muye's soul, which had been turned into gray and black.
"Brother, I hurt you..."
The aura on his body was constantly intertwining and changing, and his energy and blood surged, seemingly out of control.
"Brother Six, sometimes opportunities and crises appear at the same time." Han Muye's voice sounded, making Huang Laoliu tremble all over.
In front of him, Han Muye's gray soul transformed directly into its original state. The trace of gray energy fell on his palm and condensed into a bead of yin and yang.
"The power of life and death is pretty good."
Han Muye chuckled, raised his hand and handed the beads to Huang Laoliu.
"Sixth Brother, this bead can suppress the power of the Immortal Lord of the Styx."
His eyes turned to the side, looking at the vast world.
"He takes away your body, and you take away his body."
Huang Laoliu was stunned and said blankly: "How is it possible? That is the true form of the Immortal Lord."
"Furthermore, Immortal Lord Styx wants to take over his body and be reborn because he cannot control his own power. Even if his true body can take over his body, I'm afraid he can't control it either-"
Speaking of this, he suddenly laughed: "I understand, if we take away his true body, we at least have a chance."
Immortal Lord Styx has already seized the Demonic Icon. When he completely refines the battle-killing spear of that day and then summons the soul-suppressing banner to return, they will only have a dead end.
In this case, it is better to directly seize the true form of Immortal Lord Styx and then fight with him.
Huang Laoliu gave a long laugh, flew up, and rushed towards the world below.
At this moment, a figure quietly appeared and crashed towards the sky and the earth.
"I have been planning the true form of the Immortal Lord for a million years, no one can snatch it away!"
The great elder of Styx Holy City, with a ferocious look on his face, roared and rushed downwards.
Han Muye's soul stood where he was, looking at Huang Laoliu and the Great Elder fighting for the true form of the Immortal Lord of the Styx, then turned his head and looked at the illusory sky above his head.
At this time, the scene of the Holy City of Styx was revealed above the sky.
A huge demon statue stood in the void, activating the power of the Holy City of Styx to fight with the strange beasts in the Styx outside the city.
Elder Zhu, Elder Feng, and many powerful beasts in the Styx were retreating steadily in front of the eight-armed demon.
"That's the battle spear of the Heavenly Killing Immortal Lord!"
Zhu Lao had a look of horror on his face.
"The Immortal Lord's battle spear has been refined!"
He shouted wildly, and then emerald green light gushed out from his body.
Many underworld beasts behind him also had haloes flashing at the same time.
At this moment, golden light rose from all the Slaughter Reef outside the Holy City, and then turned into pillars of light.
A beam of light broke through the world of Styx.
"Styx?"
"haven't seen you for a long time."
"How does it feel to be nailed by my war spear for thousands of years?"
A voice sounded, and a 40-year-old god wearing golden armor stepped forward.
The rolling Styx was at its feet, blood colliding with golden light.
The unsinkable River Styx was directly suppressed, and the water waves supported the body of the god general and turned into a bloody cloud platform.
"Styx, you have been hiding here for tens of millions of years and haven't come out. You can't imagine what the Zhoutian Divine Realm is like now."
"We are almost successful..."
