I became a peerless master

Chapter 267
Chapter 267: Saint King of Styx
I'm not afraid that real demons will fight, but I'm afraid that she is educated.

The old coin dragon finally reached a level that no real demon in the past has ever reached.

Among them are the reasons why Wang Aotian diverted his attention, and also the yearning for the glory of all races in the memory of the bloodline inheritance of the Yaozu.

What's more, the rules of heaven and earth have changed drastically quietly, and the great world has begun to evolve into unpredictable variables.

If there were no new variables in this world, the remnants of the ancient evil gods in the forbidden land Qijue Valley would not have been born, and the Ten Thousand Demon Kingdom with a wise man like Suling would not allow the magic dragon to grow easily.

If there is no change, tens of thousands of years ago, when the old man Tianji laid down the sealing magic dragon formation, he had prepared a remedy for future generations.

His ruins will be deciphered before he is born, and the mysterious chess pieces left behind may overwhelm him again when the dragon breaks free from the seal.

That's the normal way the world is going.

But the rules of the world have changed quietly, causing everything to develop completely differently.

"Maybe this is the unfathomable prediction in the heavenly book!"

Shaking the cane in his hand, the only one he felt he could accept was Emperor Chu Shi, the great patriarch of Dongzhou.

In the Kunlun Immortal Mountains, the place where immortals were buried in ancient times, he is one of the very few beings who can enter the depths of the core and escape unscathed.

He has seen the vast page of the heavenly book deep in the mountain community.

All kinds of inexplicable and strange breaths and colors are intertwined on the heavenly book. Isn't that just how the world has changed dramatically?
The reason why he was calm was because Chu Shi saw it clearly, although there was a mania of demonic energy in the heavenly book, it only took up a small part of the entire book page.

But it's the black color that occupies a little space in the book, so I will try my best, and I don't even have the qualifications to squeeze into the chessboard as a chess piece.

Immortal Dao, it really is the most unpredictable existence.

There is a huge team of strong people, everyone has different ideas, the only constant is the pace of approaching the base camp of the beast tide of the Wan Yao Kingdom.

Along the way, it was so quiet that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Near the edge of the beast tide base camp, a rolled scroll appeared in the hands of Immortal Emperor Wu Dao, and Immortal Emperor Giant Spirit took off the broad ax on his back.

The magic weapons of many powerful men in the immortal world shined brightly, and the remaining eighteen Xuankongshan half-immortals sacrificed various weapons.

All the powerful monster races standing here in the immortal and mortal realms all manifested their bodies.

The soles of his feet had just set foot on the edge of the slowly rising mound in the base camp of the beast tide. On the top of the high platform built of huge stones on the slope, a middle-aged man was standing quietly...

...

"Brother Styx, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still look like a drunken drunk~"

In an unknown corner of the New Underworld, in front of a dilapidated small hut with cracked walls.

The middle-aged Hades, who was in a state of embarrassment and coughing, stood in front of the door, greeting the smelly and slovenly old man who was slumped on the threshold like mud.

The hut was dilapidated and looked like it was about to collapse at any time. The front and back of the house were messy, and the pungent stench was so strong that some unknown bugs from the underworld even buzzed and flew around the house.

The Holy King of Fengdu originally thought that he, who was seriously injured and dying, and the dusty experience along the way, were enough to affect his image.

But the slovenliness on his body, in front of this slovenly old man, is simply the most tidy appearance in the world.

Known for being dirty and sloppy, even the lowest level of the Nether Clan had to show disgust when they saw this rotten thatched house and the buzzing flying insects rising into the sky.

However, the middle-aged Mingzu didn't notice anything else. Instead, he walked slowly to the threshold of the rotten thatched cottage where the old man was lying down, and sat down leisurely.

"Fengdu, you are going to die."

He lay drunkenly on the threshold of the thatched cottage until he felt someone sit down. The old man opened his eyes lazily and half-opened his voice. As soon as he opened his mouth, the smell of alcohol mixed with the stench roared out.

Good guy, this old guy is really disgusting.

He suddenly waved his hand to repel the mosquitoes, and the smell of alcohol struck, the pale face of Fengdu Shengwang suddenly turned bright red from drunkenness, the remaining power of the Dao of Reincarnation in his body suddenly shook, and blood flowed out from the corner of his mouth as if he didn't want money.

"That kind of Tao power, I can't save you, you are really going to die~"

Turning over softly, the sloppy old man muttered a few words and spat out the unlucky words again.

Being cursed to death twice, the Holy King of Fengdu couldn't help but have a bitter smile on his face.

This old man is still the same rotten drunkard as he was in ancient times.

The Holy King of Styx, the bottom-ranked existence among the top ten Yamas in the ancient underworld.

This guy has always been extremely out of gregarious among the top ten powerhouses, even Lord Jiuyouming doesn't want to see him.

Throughout the glorious ancient times of the underworld, among the hells of the six realms of reincarnation in the great world, there have always been only nine palaces of Yama.

The extremely slovenly old drunkard didn't even get a place in the society, and he didn't make any sound throughout the ancient times.

No one knows the whereabouts of the old man. Becoming one of the top ten Yamas is simply a matter of bad luck. With this reputation, basically no one cares about his life or death.

Only the Holy King of Fengdu knew that this guy was actually the strongest existence in the Hades besides Emperor Jiuyouming.

He is clearly a saint who preached the Tao.

This is also the reason why Emperor Jiuyouming didn't want to see him back then.

It's not that the Lord of the Nether Clan is too small-minded, it's that the way this guy has proven is too weird.

He proved the Tao with wine, and his strength is completely at the bottom of the holy level.

With three thousand avenues, one can achieve the holy realm by proving the way, but the strength of the proved way determines the strength of a saint-level expert.

In the three thousand avenues, the wine road is completely on the edge and cannot be ranked. Although it has been sanctified, the fighting power of the Styx King of Styx is not at the same level as that of Emperor Jiuyouming.

Just kidding, the Avenue of Reincarnation is one of the top ten existences in the Three Thousand Avenues, and the power of the small wine lane at the end of the edge is not as powerful as one billionth of it.

Back then, Emperor Jiuyouming was angry that Styx, with his strength and talent, could have cultivated the way of reincarnation, but he, this strange creature, secretly took a wild path and became a holy-level weak scum who used wine to prove his way.

It was a waste of the genes of the Ming people who are naturally close to the avenue of reincarnation and their own talents.

Just like at this moment, I, Feng, have been hurt by the power of the Dao contained on the Reincarnation Disk, and he is also a saint-level proving Dao, so he is helpless.

Even Yan Luo, who was temporarily authorized by the Nether Ghost King to be in charge of the Reincarnation Disk, can pat his chest and promise to heal himself. This holy place is just a vain name.

Of course, following the memories of ancient times, Feng Du found this place in the newly condensed underworld, and he didn't want him to save himself.

Although he is the most rubbish existence in the holy class, he is still in the realm of proving the Tao anyway.

It is a major matter concerning the authenticity of the two Nine Nether Emperors, and the Holy King of Fengdu has seen many differences along the way.

There was even some kind of judgment in my heart.

But he felt that, to be on the safe side, he still had to ask this guy for his opinion...

(End of this chapter)