Eternal Demon King

"What is the origin of this big river!?"

Yang Xuan was shocked, and for the first time he was afraid of something.

This dark river is vast and vast, desolate and desolate, like a prehistoric beast, running through the entire universe, with no beginning and no end.

The old man Tongtian showed his stature, as if he was reminiscing about something. After a while, he said, "This is the Styx River, or it can be said to be a tributary of the Styx River."

"Styx?"

Yang Xuan raised his eyebrows.

The old man Tongtian said, "The Ming River used to be the number one river in the world, but few people know it since ancient times. Even if they knew it, they wouldn't dare to talk about it casually."

"This river is so scary!?"

"Of course, in the past, there was the Styx Oath, which was the most terrifying oath in the world. Once both parties made the Styx Oath, it would be a real risk of their lives, and no one would dare to violate it."

"What about breaking an oath?"

"Styx has a god, and breaking the oath is blasphemy, and will be punished by the gods. No one can survive, even the saint of the fairy is no exception."

The old man Tongtian paused and said, "My former master, the Great God Pangu, once relied on the oath of the Styx to control several saints of immortals, making them surrender forever."

"Not to mention the God of Styx, where did this Styx come from, and where will it flow to?"

The voice was still there, and a strange scene appeared. I saw a dark boat slowly sailing from the end of the big river in the distance.

The boat is not big, with a thick fore and a pointed tail, and no sails. It is like a black snake. The whole body is dead and cold.

"Oops! This is a ghost ship!"

The face of the old man Tongtian changed greatly, as if he had seen something incredible, and he kept mumbling: "How can this happen, how can this happen, hasn't it been said that the God of Styx has already died? How can there be a ghost ship now, not good, There is someone on the boat, a ferryman on the Styx."

"Nether ship? Ferryman? What is this!?"

"At the beginning of the Chaos Era, the River Styx traversed the three realms and six paths, and all living beings will return to the River Styx after death. Later, the gods were able to seize the creation of the heavens and the earth, and they built the river of destiny with their life's hard work, which was worthy of blocking the River Styx. From then on, the remnants of the souls will not enter the River Styx after death, but instead all enter the River of Destiny, so that this river has been flowing for a long time, and it will last forever."

"What about Styx?"

"The River Styx has been broken, and it is declining day by day. The only mainstream, I am afraid it only exists in the dark underworld."

The old man of Tongtian looked solemn and said: "A tributary of the Styx River, there is absolutely no possibility of the underworld ship, this dark demon world is almost a part of the dark underworld, neither exists in the dark underworld, but also maintains thousands of threads with the dark demon world. The relationship is inextricably linked, and this tributary of the River Styx may not be a tributary at all, but one of the main streams of the blocked River Styx."

"What, this is a main stream of the River Styx that has been blocked!"

"Young master, go quickly, you can't stay here for a long time. If the ferryman finds you, he will definitely let you board the ship. Once you get on the ship, you will be on a road of no return. God knows where you will be taken. , it's not a good thing anyway."

"I can't go away, the other party has found me and is heading here."

Yang Xuan sighed. Just now, he felt a cold gaze shot from the underworld ship, locking him firmly.

"The years are long, the Styx is still the same, the emperor is the queen, and the fate of the sky is born."

It was too late to speak, and accompanied by an equally cold voice, the small underworld ship was fast, but it came to Yang Xuan in a blink of an eye, and the distance between them was only a few meters.

Yang Xuan can even easily set foot on this mysterious boat with just one step.

"The underworld ship ferrying the dead, why did your Excellency come?"

The old man Tongtian frowned and asked the dark figure wearing a bamboo hat on the underworld ship, and his body was enveloped in a thick layer of dead aura.

This person is a ferryman of the Styx River, and he can also be called the servant of the God of the Styx River. He specially salvaged the remnant souls in the Styx River for the God of the Styx River, the remnants of the souls left after the death of the soul.

Generally speaking, people on the Styx ferry would not show up easily, let alone attack a living person.

"This son has already died once, and he should have entered the Styx River long ago. Today, he came here on the order of my lord to take him to the dark underworld to worship God."

The Styx ferryman stood on the tip of the boat, staring coldly at Yang Xuan with a pair of gray-black eyes.

"Sorry, I don't believe in God, and I never worship God."

Yang Xuan shook his head, he didn't want to go to any dark underworld at all. The dark underworld was clearly the graveyard of the deceased. If he really wanted to go there, God knew if he could come back.

Furthermore, he is not sure that he can deal with the God of Styx, no matter whether the other party is dead or alive now, even if there is only one spiritual sense left, it is definitely not an existence he can contend against now.

This trip is bound to be miserable!

"You dare to blaspheme the gods..."

The Styx ferryman said angrily.

"Why, do you still want to do it?"

The old man Tongtian shouted loudly. Although he could not see through the cultivation of the Ming River ferryman in front of him, almost all of the Minghe ferryman were ghosts of the dead.

Not being a true immortal is not considered a threat. Old Tongtian is confident that with Yang Xuan's current strength, he is definitely not something that the Styx Ferryman can defeat.

"Hmph, whoever my lord wants, you have to go if you don't want to go. Come on board quickly."

As the Styx ferryman spoke, he waved a chain made of dead energy, and with a bang, he tied Yang Xuan from top to bottom.

"I'm so dead, and you want to hurt me too? It's really over your own power."

Yang Xuan didn't move, his whole body was full of blazing fire. His whole body was like a golden scorching sun. The chains of death energy collided and rubbed against the fire, making muffled noises. During this process, the chains of death energy were constantly being worn away and disintegrated. , until it turns into fly ash.

"It's actually the sun that is really hot. It seems that I can't come up with any means. I really can't help you."

The Styx Ferryman attacked again, but this time, he no longer released his death energy, but shot a fist-sized, ghostly-like, strange black fire between his fingers.

The black fire is so cold that it can freeze all things, and it is the soul of the strong.

"Destroy!"

Yang Xuan flicked his fingers, and strands of silk-like fluorescence flew out, tearing the black fire to pieces in an instant.

"The power of reincarnation, you actually mastered the power of reincarnation!"

The Styx Ferryman was moved, and there was even a bit of fear in his voice. He was a powerful undead ghost cultivator, and he 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, but unfortunately you are only a dead person after all. All mystical powers and mysteries are restrained by me, so this battle is doomed to fail."

As Yang Xuan said that, he suddenly activated the power of the origin of the nine realms and reincarnation, and slapped the ferryman on the Ming River with his palm.

"Ah, my lord, the God of Styx, will never let you go."

The Minghe ferryman screamed, and his body and spirit were all destroyed on the spot. Even the underworld boat under him was destroyed by Yang Xuan's palm and completely disappeared.