Han Chan naturally saw it too.
When those Nanchu witches who maintained the art of witchcraft and ghosts were in a trance because of the four streams of divine light in the sky.
But he just held the sword, glanced at the somewhat diffuse Styx sky, and then lowered his head again.
Go away with sword light.
When Han Chan's figure appeared in front of Nanchu Wu who had let go of the witchcraft and knelt down with piety and courtesy, the man still seemed not to notice and lowered his head.
Han Chan didn't have any hesitation or pity, but calmly slashed his sword across the exposed back of his neck under the witch robe, then raised the sword and left quickly again.
People seemed to have forgotten where they were, just facing the celestial phenomena of those gods and ghosts devoutly, and kneeling facing the east of the human world.
This made Han Chan feel a little self-conscious and despicable.
But just as the love between gods and ghosts has a clear boundary, despicable is also such a word.
Han Chan suppressed the discomfort in his heart and shuttled through the Styx.
The world of Styx began to lack some holes.
After all, these are not spiritual witches in the human world. Those in the Styx world also come from the aggregation of many witchcrafts.
When some Nanchu witches died while kneeling, it was naturally difficult to maintain such a world of Styx.
Han Chan held the sword and left, about to cross the gap and return to the human world.
But at that moment, he suddenly realized something, turned around, looked at the Nanchu witches hiding in the world of Styx, and began to have a look of surprise on his face.
When the divine light from the River Styx and the gods and ghosts fell on the bodies of those Nanchu witches.
This ritual that had been piously waited for for thousands of years seemed to have finally received a response.
Those Nanchu witches were bathed in the power of gods and ghosts, and their aura suddenly increased. The complex patterns on their witch robes began to exude a pleated silver light.
The world of Styx, which had begun to disperse, suddenly closed at this moment.
Yes, the magic of witches and ghosts comes from the power of the Styx and the God of Ceremony.
Those gods and ghosts are the media through which they communicate with the power of the Styx.
When the power of gods and ghosts resurrected in the human world, the path of witches and ghosts naturally began to glow with vitality that had been dormant for thousands of years.
So even though they knew Han Chan was holding a sword and cutting off their heads, they still didn't raise their heads.
Just kneeling down with infinite piety.
Human beings may not be loyal and pious to gods and ghosts.
But people who are witches and ghosts are.
Just like Shu He who died downstairs in Yingfeng.
That was the last Southern Chu spirit wizard who still stayed in the false capital.
When he knelt at the feet of the goddess, he allowed Zhang Xiaoyu's sword to slice through his neck.
Those Nanchu witches who had created such a world of Styx stood up after paying homage to the God, and looked up at the sky of Styx.
"The gods and ghosts have returned."
These were the extremely calm and solemn words spoken by a certain Nanchu wizard who took the lead.
At the same time, an extremely majestic sound echoed throughout the world.
"Return!"
Like the shouts of countless people in the Styx, neat and vast.
Han Chan's complexion became a little pale at that moment.
That is the sound of the Styx. He is a cultivator of the Great Dao, so he will naturally be affected by many influences.
Look up.
On the vast River Styx hanging above the sky, countless figures gradually appeared, like thousands of returning people, kneeling and crowding on both sides of the river.
And in that.
It is an extremely solemn and majestic figure.
That is, Donghuang Taiyi.
So can the prayers of the world really summon the phantom of such a ghost?
Han Chan doesn't know.
But he didn't look again. The moment he saw that figure, his soul was slightly trembling.
The entire world of Styx began to be filled with the power of Styx, and the energy of heaven and earth and sword intent around Han Chan began to disintegrate.
He knew that he could not continue to sit there and wait for death. He lowered his head and tore off a piece of clothes from a certain witch ghost person who was flowing away in the witch river at his feet - he did not tear off his own cloak. People should always be decent.
Han Chan used that piece of clothing to tie his sword and hand together.
Next.
It means that when the sword is there, people are there, but when the sword dies, people die.
Even the people of the Human Sword Sect will never leave their swords when facing a life or death crisis.
Not to mention a sword cultivator like Liuyun Sword Sect who uses the sword in his hand.
Han Chan calmly raised his head, facing the Nanchu witches standing under the divine light, while resisting the erosion of the power of the Styx, especially in the divine sea, where the protection was particularly close.
After all, the story of the prime minister is a lesson for the past.
"For people like us who live in the human world." Han Chan looked at the Nanchu wizards under the divine light indifferently. "This is not a return."
"But crossing the line."
In the divine light of the Styx, a sword light suddenly rose up, like a shooting star in the dusk, piercing the sky and approaching the Nanchu witches extremely quickly.
Of course, the human world will always be the human world.
Han Chan thought as he watched Wan Ban retreat quickly, with lines of divine light and dusk.
This is what Qiu Shui and Yao Ji said back then.
Although he hasn't heard of it.
But as a human being, many of our ideas are naturally the same.
When he, as a killer who came to Huangliang, accepted such a fate inexplicably, it meant that he would think about something like this.
People often use the term "comet striking the moon" to describe some sword styles.
This is indeed the case at the moment.
That stream of light passed through the sky extremely quickly, crossed the Wu River, crossed the Styx River, and fell towards the Nanchu witches hiding on the far edge.
Thousands of sword intentions fell down like fireworks.
But the sword failed.
Media is back in the world.
The witchcraft skills of those Nanchu witches are much faster.
Maybe it's quicksand, maybe it's traveling over time, maybe it's traveling at night.
When that sword falls there.
Those Nanchu witches suddenly disappeared like frightened birds in the plain forest, and were once again scattered everywhere in the world of Styx.
The shadow of Taiyi above the Styx River in the sky is just standing on the Styx River with incomparable indifference, blessing those Nanchu witches with the power of the Styx River and the power of gods and ghosts.
The Nanchu witch standing under the River Styx seemed to be smiling.
Smiling at such a worldly person's overestimation of his abilities.
At that time, the world of cultivation where Hangu Guan was still there was still suppressed by the Wuguishen Sect, let alone such a sword cultivator.
He raised his hand to perform the magic formula. When the gods and ghosts appeared in the world, those obscure witchcraft formulas became extremely smooth and natural.
It's like as long as the mind moves, there will be mighty power.
It's an incredibly wonderful experience.
He had never felt like this in his entire life as a witch and ghost.
His expression also became ferocious, and the anger and unwillingness that had been suppressed by the north for thousands of years burst out at this moment, turning into a roar that fell to the world along with the nest-overturning technique.
"You disrespectful Beirong, come on!"
What responded to him was a sword light that was almost unimaginably fast.
The ferocious look on the face of the Nanchu wizard solidified in a line of blood sliding down from the center of his eyebrows.
Han Chan raised his hand to wipe out the green fire burning on his sleeves. He raised his right hand flat in front of him, and the sword of Han Chan in his hand was quietly inserted between his eyebrows. The Beirong in the mouth of the Nan Chu wizard looked at it indifferently. Looking at him.
"I'm here, what next?"
On Han Chan's face, there was a torn wound, which was caused by passing through the nest overturning technique with the power of fragmentation and annihilation.
The Nanchu witch didn't say anything, but fell into the Wu River below with the sword intent that shattered everything after entering his body.
Sword light is naturally the fastest thing in the world.
Even the people of the Northern Avenue were forced to shorten the length of the Taoist formula.
No Nanchu wizard should underestimate a sword cultivator like this.
What's more, this is still a Taoist practice.
Han Chan withdrew the sword in his hand, raised his hand to wipe the witch blood on it, and turned to look at the Nanchu witches scattered between heaven and earth.
"I'm really angry, guys."
Han Chan's voice was very soft.
His expression was neither solemn nor frightened, just calm.
What does a swordsman look like when he is angry?
It's a fire.
What the world cannot see is the fire burning in the divine sea.
The chilling cicada ignited the divine sea.
It is undoubtedly an extremely shameful thing for a Taoist cultivator to face some great witches and need to ignite the vitality of heaven and earth in the divine sea.
But now Han Chan can only do this.
because.
There are really too many of them.
Han Chan didn't know how many of the three thousand Southern Chu witches were in this world of Styx.
What's more, the witches of Nanchu, who are bathed in the power of gods and ghosts and have the intermediary with the Styx River, can indeed force him to ignite the divine sea.
Or perhaps, it was because of the name Beirong.
Nanman and Beirong.
People in the world always have various insulting names for each other.
Han Chan originally thought that a thousand years had passed since the Great Wind Calendar, so there shouldn't be such a thing.
But he heard these two words exactly and truly.
So the word 'you' hasn't really fallen into place yet.
Han Chan's figure has disappeared from the place.
There is a crisp sound of swords between heaven and earth in the Styx.
Then there was a muffled sound.
Before Wu Nanchu could complete the Heaven-Bearing Secret in his hand, a sword was pierced into his throat, and then he was suddenly swallowed up by the sword's fire.
The figure of Han Chan, who was wearing a white robe with green fire ignited by high-speed friction, only appeared for a moment, and then disappeared again.
Wu Nanchu, who was not far away from the comrade who had just died, became much smarter. With one hand, he maintained the technique of descending the underworld, and with the other hand, he quickly choked the technique of transcending travel.
Only then did Han Chan manage to avoid the sword in the flash of green fire.
At this point, they really heard the words "you" fall.
When these Nanchu witches were in Daze, they had all seen the disciple of the Human Sword Sect igniting the Divine Sea. Even Chen Nu could not catch his figure, so they quickly reacted.
The art of traveling over time and the art of traveling at night are unfolded together.
Just like the stars scattered in all directions, they echo each other from afar.
It greatly extended the distance traveled by Han Chan's sword light.
Naturally, there is a price to pay for igniting the Divine Sea.
Just like the ginger leaf at the beginning, when everything is burned away, it will be like a human being, no longer able to fight.
Han Chan naturally understands this truth.
Therefore, those sword lights shuttled through the River Styx extremely quickly, ignoring the magic of the witches and ghosts, and directly traded their injuries for lives.
The technique of transcendence has a limit on the number of times it can be used.
No matter how far away they are, when the sword light that leaps between heaven and earth falls, there are still Nanchu witches falling into the River Styx.
Just over time.
Some Nanchu witches who had been hiding in the dark from beginning to end finally completed the most troublesome soul-calling technique.
The Nanchu witches who had died and were floating in the Wu River stood up again, with indifferent expressions and no fear of death.
In the Styx River in the sky, souls are constantly returning.
At the same time, Hanchan, who was traveling at high speed, suddenly heard some singing.
yes.
The auspicious day and good weather will bring joy to the emperor.
The sacrifice of Taiyi.
Han Chan felt a faint sense of panic in his heart, and raised his head to look at the souls on the River Styx. They were surrounding the shadow of the Taiyi, pious and respectful, bowing their heads to the river bank. The voices of all kinds of chants are slowly gathering.
Around the originally indifferent Tai Yi shadow, countless lights of gods and ghosts began to emerge.
Han Chan looked solemn.
Even though he had never seen such a scene, he knew it clearly.
The words of ritual to the gods are the most powerful shamanic and ghost techniques among ancient Chu.
Once those chants are finished, he will no longer face those Nanchu witches.
Rather.
The phantom of Taiyi summoned by the gods of worship from the world.
Therefore, he made a prompt decision and ignored the Nanchu witches scattered everywhere.
The vitality of heaven and earth in the sea of gods burned majesticly, and the whole person held the sword and headed towards the sky of Styx.
Even though Han Chan tried his best to be a decent person, the snow-colored cloak was already covered with traces of blood and green fire.
It burns especially fiercely at this moment.
This sword is extremely majestic.
Thousands of sword intentions fell into one place, but they were intended to cut off the River of Styx.
Countless souls kneeling on the banks of the River Styx suddenly raised their heads, and their disembodied faces showed extremely threatening anger.
"You dare!"
Han Chan naturally dares.
This sword cultivator from the north looked at the burning vitality of heaven and earth in his divine sea with great calmness, thinking, What can I not dare to do?
I, Han Chan, will be the first sword cultivator in the world to strike at Donghuang Taiyi today.
The sword fell into the Styx above the sky.
In an instant, a huge thunderous wave arose.
Countless souls were shaken away.
The singing voices were also forcibly interrupted.
Countless sword intentions, carrying the majestic power brought by the burning vitality of heaven and earth, instantly scattered up and down the Styx River.
Countless souls dispersed.
The Taiyi Festival was forced to terminate.
But the price of this sword was obviously extremely heavy.
Han Chan's state fell extremely quickly with this sword, but it directly changed from the wave of four layers to three layers.
Under the third stack, there is no second stack.
But the trail.
However, although his realm has dropped, Han Chan's momentum has obviously increased, and his sword intent has improved quite rapidly.
At that moment, he crossed the Qinglian realm of Sword Cliff and headed towards the cliff owner.
A sword fell towards the River Styx to destroy the soul, but it still did not stop.
Just as Han Chan thought.
This sword will fall towards Donghuang Taiyi.
Even if it's just a ghostly soul that's been dead for who knows how long.
Just obviously.
This sword, no matter how powerful it was, would still not fall to the side of that figure.
The moment the sword comes.
Haoran's divine power spreads out from the shadow of Taiyi.
Han Chan's sword intent and vitality were completely destroyed at that moment.
The whole person was also shot down to the human world by the brilliance of those divine powers.
"The robes are raised, the drums are played, the rhythm is relaxed, and the songs are played, and the harp is played loudly."
The moment Han Chan fell, he saw the Nanchu witches who originally stood around the world, singing songs with great piety.
Then he understood.
The words of praise come not only from the mouths of those Styx souls.
It also came from the mouths of those Nanchu witches.
But in the chorus of thousands of souls chanting, those voices were covered.
The witches of Nanchu fell to the ground and bowed.
The chants continued in a state of tranquility, resounding throughout heaven and earth.
"When it comes to etiquette, you can play the drums, when you pass on the ballet, you can dance on your behalf, and when you are a young girl, you can show your grace and grace."
The divine power surrounding the Taiyi phantom above the Styx River is becoming more and more powerful, and it seems that it has locked onto the cold cicada that is falling into the Styx River.
Han Chan's sword was still in his hand. He clenched the sword again. The Dao Sea in the Divine Sea burned again, and the waves of the Three Layers were ignited by the vastness.
Thousands of sword intentions reunited.
The body transformed into sword light, and a sword fell towards Nanchu Wu among the ritual gods.
But there seemed to be a tremor between heaven and earth.
The sword failed.
The world tilted, and Momenta Styx, after a long delay, finally truly completed it and began to return to normal.
Han Chan reluctantly held the sword and went back, but the souls that were brought back to the world by the soul-calling technique were blocked by his body. The dusk snow on the Cangshan Mountain covered the nest and reached the sky. At this moment, they all fell towards Han Chan.
At this moment, Hanchan, with the magic of witches and ghosts blessed by divine light, was farther away from those Nanchu witches than ever before.
Having faced the divine power, Han Chan, who was already feeling doomed, was shot down again and fell towards the River Styx.
Even the sword that was tied tightly in his hand was released.
During Han Chan's second fall, he raised his eyes to look at the divine powers that had begun to gather, and he probably felt a little regretful.
There was also some relief.
No matter what, at least he has wielded the sword gracefully.
I also drank wine happily.
The sword may not have fallen towards that figure, and the wine in the world may not have been completely drunk.
Just tried it after all.
Everything seems to be coming to an end.
But at that moment, all the singing stopped.
Stopped at the end of the word "Spring orchids and autumn chrysanthemums, they will last forever".
It was as if everything had been interrupted abruptly.
Some hope rekindled in Han Chan's heart.
The figure that originally looked like falling leaves turned into a swimming fish again, and he did not look to see what happened.
When everything starts to go wrong, every moment is extremely precious.
Han Chan re-grabbed the sword that had not had time to fall, and ignited the last stream of vitality in the divine sea.
The sword intention fell towards the world, and the long sword broke through the air.
At the same time, a sword fell towards this world.
A very familiar young man appeared in the river of Styx, his expression was full of fatigue, and he was covered in witch blood.
The sword in his hand slashed at those witches and ghosts. The sword did not leave his hand, but cut through the underworld with one strike.
It's the death sword technique.
It's Qi Jingyuan.
The sword intention and sword force fell together.
It's not just the cicadas who have run out of oil, but also those Nanchu witches who bathe in the divine light and forcefully urge the witchcraft beyond their own abilities time and time again.
The word "rite to the soul" stopped at the word "end".
After all, the power of Taiyi Shadow has not fallen.
Qi Jingyuan, who had been unsheathed countless times, looked tired and bleak. He stood there with his sword in hand, looking at Han Chan who was also in a state of embarrassment, and said softly: "I got you involved in this story."
"Of course I won't let you die here."
Han Chan smiled tiredly.
"As it should be."
