"What is the origin of this big river?"
Yang Xuan was shocked and feared something for the first time.
This dark river, vast and vast, desolate and desolate, like a prehistoric beast, runs through the whole universe without a starting point or an end point.
The old man all over the sky showed his figure and seemed to recall something. After a moment, he said, "this is the Styx River, or a tributary of the Styx river."
"Styx?"
Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows.
The old man said, "the Styx river was once the first river in the world, but few people have known it since ancient times. Even if they know it, they don''t dare to talk to people at will."
"How terrible is the river?"
"Of course, the oath of the Styx River in the past was the most terrible oath in the world. Once the two sides made the oath of the Styx River, it was a real bet on their lives, and no one dared to break it."
"What happens if you break the oath?"
"There is a God in the Styx river. Breaking the oath is blasphemy against the God and will be punished by the God. No one can survive, even the saint of immortals."
The old man paused and said, "my former master, Pangu God, used to rely on the oath of the Styx River to control the saints of several immortals and make them surrender for generations to come."
"Not to mention the God of the Styx, where does the Styx come from and where will it flow?"
The voice was still there, and a strange scene appeared. I saw a dark boat coming slowly from the end of the river in the distance.
The boat is not big, with a sharp head and thick tail. Without sails, it is like a black strange snake. It is dead and cold.
"No! This is a ghost ship!"
The old man''s face changed greatly, as if he had seen something incredible. He kept whispering, "how can it be so? How can it be so? It is said that the God of the Styx river has already died? Now how can there be a ghost boat? No, there are people on the boat. It''s the ghost river ferry. "
"Ghost boat? Ferryman? What''s all this?"
"At the beginning of the chaotic era, the Styx River traversed three realms and six roads, and all creatures will return to the Styx River after death. Later, a Protoss can seize the creation of heaven and earth and build a river of destiny with all his life. Only then can he block the Styx river. From then on, after the death of the creatures, the remnant souls will not enter the Styx River, but all enter the river of destiny, so that the river has been wandering for a long time and will last forever."
"What about Styx?"
"The Styx river is broken and declining. I''m afraid the only mainstream exists in the dark underworld."
The old man looked dignified and said, "a tributary of the Styx River can never have a Styx ship. Nine times out of ten, the dark demon world is a fragment of the dark underworld. It does not exist in the dark underworld, but also maintains countless relationships with the dark demon world. In front of him, the tributary of the Styx river may not be a tributary at all, but one of the mainstream of the blocked Styx river."
"What, this is a blocked Styx mainstream!"
"Young master, go quickly. You can''t stay here for a long time. If you are found by the ferryman of the Styx River, you are bound to get on the ship. Once you get on the Styx ship, you are on a road of no return. God knows where it will be carried. In short, it''s not a good thing."
"I can''t go away. The other party has found me and is driving here."
Yang Xuan sighed. Just now, he felt a cold look coming from the dark ship and locked himself firmly.
"Years are long, the Styx river is still, the emperor and the empress of heaven and earth, bearing the fate of heaven."
Sooner or later, along with the same cold voice, a small dark ship was fast, but it came to Yang Xuan in the twinkling of an eye, and the distance between them was only a few meters.
Yang Xuan even took one step and could easily set foot on the mysterious boat.
"Why did you come here when the ghost boat crossed the dead?"
The old man all over the sky frowned and looked at the dark boat, wearing a hat and covered with a thick black lacquer shadow in the dead spirit.
This person is a ferryman of the Styx river. He can also be called the God servant of the God of the Styx river. He specially salvaged the residual souls in the Styx river for the God of the Styx River and the residual souls left after the death of the living creatures.
Generally speaking, Styx ferry people don''t show up easily, let alone attack a living person.
"This son has died once. He should have entered the Styx river long ago. He came here today under the command of our Lord and took him to the dark underworld to worship God."
The Styx ferryman stood at the tip of the boat, with a pair of gray black eyes staring at Yang Xuan coldly.
"Sorry, I don''t believe in God and never worship God."
Yang Xuan shook his head. He didn''t want to go to the dark underworld at all. The dark underworld was clearly the tomb of the dead. If he really wanted to go there, God knows if he can come back.
Moreover, he is not sure that he can deal with the God of Styx. No matter whether the other party is dead or alive, even if there is only one divine idea left, it is by no means the existence he can contend with now.
This trip is bound to be more dangerous and less auspicious!
"You dare to blaspheme the gods..."
The Styx ferryman said angrily.
"Why, do you still want to do it?"
The old man drank loudly. Although he could not see through the cultivation of the Styx ferry man in front of him, almost all the Styx ferry men were ghost cultivation of the dead. No matter how high their cultivation was, they could never be comparable to the real immortal.
If you don''t become a real immortal, even if there is no threat, old man Tongtian is confident that with Yang Xuan''s current strength, you can''t be defeated by the Styx ferry.
"Hum, the person my Lord wants must go if he doesn''t go. Get on the boat quickly."
When the ferryman of the Styx River spoke, he waved out a chain formed by the condensation of death, and tied Yang Xuan up from top to bottom with a crash.
"You''re so angry that you want to hurt me? It''s too much."
Yang Xuan didn''t move. He was full of fire. The whole person was like a golden sun. The dead gas chain collided with the fire and made a dull noise. In this process, the dead gas chain was constantly consumed and disintegrated until it turned into fly ash.
"It''s really the sun. It seems that I can''t find some means. I really can''t help you."
The Styx ferrymen attacked again, but this time they no longer released their dead spirit, but hit a strange black fire the size of a fist between their fingers, which looked like a ghost.
Black fire is extremely cold and can freeze all things. It is the soul of the strong. Under this fire, it has to be frozen and imprisoned, and can''t break free forever.
"Out!"
Yang Xuan''s ten fingers bounced, and strands of fluorescence flew out, tearing the black fire into pieces in an instant.
"The power of reincarnation, you have mastered the power of reincarnation!"
The ferryman of the Styx river was moved, and his voice even showed some fear. He was strong. The dead ghost repair like him had to be bound by reincarnation after death. Especially since this place is not the dark underworld, the situation is even worse.
"You are very strong. Unfortunately, you are only a dead man after all. All magical powers and secrets are restrained by me. Therefore, this war is doomed to failure."
Yang Xuan said, suddenly urging the power of the origin and reincarnation of the nine realms, and slapped the ferryman on the Styx river.
"Oh, my Lord God of Styx will never let you go."
The ferryman of the Styx River screamed, and his form and spirit disappeared on the spot. The Styx boat under him was also destroyed by Yang Xuan''s palm and completely disappeared.