Hong Huang: Me, Styx, Never Rush To The Street!

Chapter 51 Longevity Mountain, Wuzhuang View! Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun came to ask me!

Pass by Wanshou Mountain.

Styx is riding a phoenix dance, sitting cross-legged.

Pangu banners and sky-splitting swords were placed horizontally in front of them.

At this time, he was insight into the mystery of the Sky-Splitting Blade, in order to consolidate the law of power and the law of cracking.

Suddenly I saw two rays of red and green, coming from afar.

“Disciple Zhen Yuanzi, I have met Patriarch Styx!”

“Disciple Hongyun, I have seen Patriarch Styx!”

I saw these two people, a fairy tale, with a clear temperament, and quite a master of Taoism.

The other is in a red robe, with dense red beards and a warm smile on his face.

These two people are Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun.

“Zhen Yuanzi, look at what I said, Patriarch Styx and I will meet each other again!”

Hong Yun was a little proud, as if asking his friends for credit.

Seeing this, Styx smiled friendly: “There is destiny, there is destiny.”

At the same time, Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun both noticed the Pangu flags and the Sky Splitting Sword in Styx’s hands.

I realized that these were actually two top treasures, and they contained the most supreme law.

Especially the Sky Splitting Sword, filled with the strong breath of the ancient holy Spiritual Qi, and the astonishing law of splitting.

The two of them just stared, feeling a bit tingling in the eyes and the soul, as if they were about to split after looking at it a few more times!

“This treasure of Patriarch is extraordinary!”

Zhen Yuanzi and Hongyun didn’t dare to look at them, but they were sincerely admiring them.

Stygmy smiled faintly. This was transformed by Pangu’s Heaven-Opening Axe. It was a wild and top treasure, and it was naturally extraordinary.

He quietly put away the Pangu flag and the Sky Splitting Sword.

Zhen Yuanzi saw the opportunity and said, “Master, there is a rare opportunity. It is better to take a rest at the disciple’s Wuzhuang Temple. The disciple should prepare some ginseng fruits for the patriarch to enjoy.”

“Very good! Very good!” Hong Yun laughed loudly, knowing that he had good fruit again.

When Styx heard it, his heart moved, and he immediately accepted the invitation.

This ginseng fruit, also known as Cao Huan Dan, is very famous among the top ten Xiantian Spiritual Roots.

It will bloom once in three thousand years, and will bear fruit in three thousand years, and it will take another three thousand years to mature, and it will bear 30 fruits, which is extremely precious.

It is rumored that if a person is predestined to smell the fruit, he will live three hundred and sixty years old.

Eating one can live for 47,000 years, showing the mystery of ginseng fruit.

Styx followed Zhen Yuanzi and the two people to Wuzhuang Guan in Wanshou Mountain.

Longevity Mountain, the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the richness of Spiritual Qi is rare.

Spiritual Roots of various colors can be seen everywhere.

The core area of ​​Wanshou Mountain is more looming and mysterious, and it is really a wonderful land of fairy mountains.

Zhen Yuanzi couldn’t help but look at Styx, hoping to see a hint of compliment in Styx’s eyes.

However, the result was disappointing. The old god of Styx was there, and it seemed that this Longevity Mountain was very common in his eyes.

Even the phoenix dance and snow pool who served him had a calm expression.

Immediately, Zhen Yuanzi came to his senses.

Patriarch Styx is unpredictable, and that Penglai Fairy Island is the first among the most desolate Fairy Island, so it is naturally not inferior to his Longevity Mountain.

Now it seems that his Wanshou Mountain is even far behind Penglai Xiandao.

Wuzhuang Guanzhong.

Zhen Yuanzi brewed the spirit tea and ordered the boy to pick some ginseng fruits.

“Remember, it must be the first batch of mature ones with the best quality.”

Zhen Yuanzi repeatedly told him to entertain the Patriarch of Styx, how could he be negligent.

Hongyun laughed heartily: “Today is really the blessing of the patriarch. I have never eaten this first batch of fruits!”

After hearing the words, Styx nodded with satisfaction, Zhen Yuanzi was very sincere.

While waiting, the three of them talked happily, and they talked about cultivation for Taoism, which was quite a discussion of Taoism.

However, this discussion is based on Styx, and the other two consider themselves as disciples.

Zhen Yuanzi mentioned that he had recently gotten a chance, and vaguely realized a trace of the law of space, but it was obscure.

Hearing this, Styx’s heart moved.

In addition to the ginseng fruit tree, Zhen Yuanzi is probably the most famous thing in his sleeve.

The universe in this sleeve is obviously a spatial technique. It turned out that there were signs before Hongjun’s second sermon began.

Styx has also been in contact with the space ancestor Wudi Jiang, and is in charge of Magic Treasures such as Hunyuan Jindou, and the maid Xuechi under the seat also dabbles in it.

Therefore, Styx also has a certain understanding of the laws of space.

At this moment, he came here in a whisper, making Zhen Yuanzi feel rewarded, and couldn’t help but repeat his voice.

Seeing Zhen Yuanzi benefited a lot, Hong Yun scratched his head embarrassedly:

“Master, actually the disciple also asks for advice.”

“But it doesn’t matter.”

Styx smiled slightly.

I saw the red cloud offering the purple-red Calabash that I got in Buzhou Mountain that day, and sighed:

“This Xiantian Supreme Treasure Mysticism is very, it is really good, but it is a pity that the disciple Insight has not achieved anything for hundreds of years. If it is really not possible, the disciples are planning to give it to someone who is destined!”

Hearing that, Styx’s heart Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

The good guys are worthy of being good guys. There is the urge to give Xiantian Calabash away?

“Let me take a look.”

Styghe was also not welcome, and saw him stretch out his hand, call purple Calabash into his hand, and examine it carefully.

The purple-red Calabash in Hongyun’s hands should be Calabash, the nine or nine souls of later generations.

I saw this thing three feet three inches, the whole body was fiery red and sparkling, exuding an amazing Xiantian atmosphere.

Styg felt a little bit of the mystery of this treasure.

“This is Calabash, with infinite red gauze inside, which can disperse people Hun and Po!”

After that, Styx injected Magic power into Calabash, which was able to directly stimulate it.

Infinite red yarn, overwhelming the world, enveloped the entire view of five villages.

All the cultivators within the red yarn can feel that their primordial spirit has become dull, so that the magic power is slowed down.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun both showed shock and horror in their eyes.

Patriarch Styx is worthy to be Patriarch Styx, he can see through this treasure at a glance, and inspire it.

You know that Hongyun Insight has achieved nothing for hundreds of years!

Stygrin smiled faintly, put away Calabash’s supernatural powers, and handed them back to Hongyun: “Listen well…”

Speaking of which, the Xiantian rules contained in Calabash are exactly the laws of the primordial spirit.

Styx previously helped Nuwa Insight recruit the demon Calabash, and has already understood the Law of the Primordial God.

At this time, it was natural to break through the Calabash.

I saw Hongyun holding Calabash, seemingly hesitant to speak, and finally said:

“Master, otherwise, you will accept this Calabash?”

Hearing that, Zhen Yuanzi hated iron and steel.

On the other hand, Styx smiled and shook his head: “Calabash, you must keep your defense.”

For Hongyun’s kindness, Styx can only be the heart leader.

In my impression, if Hongyun hadn’t had this Calabash, I’m afraid he wouldn’t even have a chance to reincarnate the soul!

How could he take away his vitality?

Seeing this, Hong Yun smiled honestly and thanked Styx repeatedly.

After a while, a plate of ginseng fruit was brought up. There were three ginseng fruits in total. The Spiritual Qi was full and the vision was scattered, almost filling the whole room.

The boy holding the plate, forcibly resisted the urge to swallow, quickly turned and left.

In front of Patriarch Styx, he didn’t dare to be rude.

“The output of ginseng fruit is scarce, so the ancestor must not dislike it.” Zhen Yuanzi was a little cautious.

Styx smiled faintly: “The ginseng fruit has only grown in a batch for nearly ten thousand years. How can I dislike it if I can take out the first batch of fruit to entertain?”