Above the head of the giant dragon beast, Han Muye stood majestically.

One man and one beast were facing each other against the city, and their momentum felt like they were being crushed.

"Who is this?" Someone in the city looked at Han Muye in fear and whispered.

Many people quietly moved outside the city.

Is there really anyone in the world who is so powerful that he can overwhelm the Holy City by himself?

The surging energy and blood power of the dragon carving beast can freeze a person's body even through layers of light curtains.

If this beast charged into the city, it would kill who knows how many people in one strike.

On top of the city, the expressions on the faces of the ferrymen and elders of the Styx Holy City changed, and they didn't know how to answer for a while.

Are you waiting for this fight just to collect debts?

The array of divine souls guarding the city rose up, all the strong men climbed onto the city's head, warnings sounded everywhere in the city, and countless practitioners prepared to risk their lives.

Now that things are like this, is this something that Jinzhu can resolve?

Did you say that it was necessary to rush forward like this for the sake of Jinzhu?

"Ahem, um, fellow Daoist Han, the gold beads will naturally be returned, no more than one, no less." Qu Qian took a step forward and spoke loudly.

Han Muye nodded, raised his hand, and the body of the seven-headed dragon carving beast beneath him turned into golden light, and then revealed the appearance of a stern young man wearing a black robe.

Alien beast transformed!

How powerful a beast is this?

Han Muye and Han Qi flew down and hit the layers of light curtains.

Han Muye raised his hand and pressed his palm down.

"Snapped--"

A golden thunder ripped open the light curtain directly, and then shattered the void within a radius of ten thousand feet.

"hiss--"

"What a strong means!"

There was a low cry above the city.

The power displayed by this blow was so vast that it made people's hearts tremble.

The power of thunder and lightning is profound and mysterious, and the Styx ferryman who grows up in the Styx is afraid from the bottom of his heart.

The light curtain was torn open, and Han Muye and Han Qi landed directly on the top of the city.

"Where's Sixth Brother?" Han Muye looked at Qu Qian.

Qu Qian was slightly startled, and hurriedly whispered: "Fellow Daoist Han, come into the city to speak."

His eyes glanced at Han Qi who was following Han Muye.

Others unconsciously turned their attention to Han Qi.

This is a powerful seven-headed dragon beast.

The man in front of him actually surrendered the seven-headed dragon carving beast.

Such strong men do not know whether it is a disaster or a blessing in the Holy City.

Han Muye glanced over, nodded and moved forward.

Everyone anxiously welcomed Han Muye and Han Qi to the main hall in the city.

The light array all over the city slowly dispersed.

All the practitioners looked confused.

Where have the seven dragon-carved beasts gone?

Who is the man standing on top of the seven-headed dragon-carved beast? Where has he gone?

Why did this person come to the Holy City?

Countless questions were in their minds. Some people ran cautiously outside the city, while others curiously looked at the main hall in the city.

In the main hall, Han Muye stood in the middle, and several Styx ferrymen wearing white robes and smiling faces came forward.

Small bags were delivered to Han Muye one by one.

Golden beads.

The remaining six thousand gold beads from the sale of the Heaven-breaking Crossbow were given away one by one.

"Fellow Daoist Han rescued the Styx boat and sold the valuable treasures to us. You are a friend of my Styx ferryman clan."

The mysterious soul power emanated from the old man who spoke, and as it surged, it seemed as if it was about to break open the void.

Another old man raised his hand and handed out a green and black jade plaque.

"This is a token of my holy city, representing the Styx ferryman's status as a distinguished guest."

Han Muye politely took away the jade plaque and gold beads, and then asked: "Where is Brother Six?"

In the main hall, everyone turned to look at Qu Qian.

Here, only Qu Qian is familiar with Han Muye.

Qu Qian stepped forward and whispered: "Fellow Daoist Han, Fellow Daoist Zhenxiong, and the others went to the Holy Altar in order to obtain the power of the Holy City."

Altar shrine?

Han Muye frowned.

As he frowned, violent energy and blood surged from Han Qi behind him.

The atmosphere in the main hall suddenly became tense.

The elders of the Styx ferrymen looked at each other, and the white-robed old man standing in front said: "Fellow Daoist Han, that is their own choice, and it is also the opportunity pursued by all those who come to the Holy City to practice."

The Altar of the Holy City, through which is the Holy Land.

There is the source of the power of the Styx world.

As long as you practice there, you can be recognized by the Styx, survive life and death, and regain your vitality is not a dream.

Holy place?

Han Muye's eyes revealed a profound divine light.

The so-called holy land is probably the place associated with the Immortal Lord Styx.

I don’t know whether it was the place where Immortal Lord Styx was suppressed, or the place where his body fell.

But no matter where it was, Han Muye knew that after the Great Elder refined the Immortal Lord of the Styx, the holy land might have become a dangerous and desperate place.

Where Huang Laoliu and the others go, I don't know if they will get an opportunity. There will definitely be dangers.

"Holy Land," Han Muye looked at the ferryman elder in front of him, "If Brother Six is ​​in any danger, I will demolish your city."

As his voice fell, the surrounding air turned to ice.

Golden light shot out from Han Qi's eyes, and the golden light flashed, causing countless souls in the hall to collide.

Without Han Muye taking action, Han Qi alone could kill everyone present.

The power of the seven-headed dragon carving beast is beyond the ability of these Styx ferrymen to resist.

"Fellow Daoist Han, good or bad luck is all decided by fellow Daoist Zhenxiong and the others." Qu Qian looked pale, trying to resist the crushing souls of the seven dragon-carved beasts, and spoke in a deep voice.

"Before they went, we told them the dangers involved."

Han Muye turned his head, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he stared at Qu Qian: "Then have you told them that the so-called opportunity of the Styx was promoted by Ke Shou'en for the Immortal Master to enter the soul-suppressing banner?"

This sentence made all the Styx ferrymen in the entire hall change their expressions!

"Great Elder?"

"What's the meaning?"

"Nonsense, there is no way that the Great Elder would use the Soul Suppressing Flag to refine the Immortal Lord's body."

"How do you know that the Great Elder used the soul-suppressing banner to refine the Immortal Lord?"

The hall instantly became a mess.

Han Muye snorted, and Han Qi took one step forward and punched him.

"boom--"

The power of the golden soul combined with the strong wind brought by the fist, setting off a whirlwind above the hall.

The whirlwind started, and everyone in the hall was unable to stop it, and they retreated continuously.

They tried their best to attack, and the golden light of their souls intertwined with each other, and they could only try to stay alive in the whirlwind.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't care about the civil strife in your holy city, and I don't care who gets the inheritance of the Immortal Lord. I only know that if Sixth Brother and the others are damaged under this holy city,

I will tear down the holy city."
To be continued...