Chapter 2053

"Whoosh!"

The golden boat was immediately launched, like an arrow from the bow, heading forward.

The water of the Styx river is pure black, and there is no wave on the river. I don't know what the river is made of. It's so thick that you can't hear the sound of water spray.

The golden canoe was sailing on the river Styx, but it didn't make a sound. It was as silent as death.

Gradually, the bank behind was no longer visible.

The Styx river is endless but narrow. If the deep waves control the golden boat to move to the left and right, the boat will be subjected to a mysterious pressure of space, so that the ship will keep moving forward.

Therefore, the Styx river has only one way before and after, and will not lose its way.

The surrounding environment is very strange and quiet.

In the endless black river, the golden boat clings to the river, and the world seems to be still.

If Shen Lang had not been able to move his limbs, he would have doubted whether he was trapped in a painting.

The river of the Styx river is steaming with black smoke, which brings together all kinds of dark atmosphere, such as turbid air, evil spirit and filth between heaven and earth. In a moment, you can make a monk's body decay into thick water!

Even if he is a friar in the period of refining deficiency, he can't resist for too long.

Shen Lang lies in the golden canoe made of Jinyang Cimu, isolated from the dark atmosphere outside, without any discomfort.

However, Shen Lang's injury has not recovered and his condition is extremely poor.

Crossing the river Styx is not a matter of a day and night. Shen Lang controls the golden boat and starts to meditate and practice to recover from his injury.

……

An hour later.

On the bank at the junction of the dead mountain and the sea of blood and the river Styx, the real man flying tiger like a mad dog finally came, but Shen Lang had already entered the river.

Looking at the green robes and bamboo hats discarded by the shore, the real man Feihu thought it was Shen Lang who had left him. He was so angry that he trembled all over.

After the death of sun Zihao and a group of Huashen friars of the city Lord's mansion, sun Zihao survived. The latter monk went back to report the news to the flying tiger immortal, conveying the bad news.

When he learned that his son had been killed by Shen Lang, Feihu was so sad and indignant that he rushed to kill Shen Lang as soon as possible.

The unfortunate Flying Tiger immortal, though he tracked down Shen Lang's whereabouts, was still a step late. Shen Lang, the son of a bitch, had entered the river Styx.

"Ah

Flying Tiger really popular seven tips smoke, the anger in the heart has no place to vent, eyes full of blood, the heart is almost burst.

"Shen Lang, you have the kind to hide in the river Styx for a lifetime! As long as you dare to go out of the river Styx, I will break you into pieces and sacrifice my son's spirit in heaven

……

Time goes by day by day.

There is no day or night in the river Styx. Shen Lang does not have the concept of time. He feels that time is passing slowly, and he does not know whether it is an illusion.

It seems that crossing the Styx river is not as difficult as Shen Lang imagined. There are a lot of ghosts in the Styx River, but they seem to be in the river of the Styx.

Ghosts seem to be affected by a force, sealed in the river, and will not jump out or swim up to engage in sneak attacks.

As long as you don't fall into the Styx, you won't be threatened by ghosts.

Shen Lang crossed the river at ease.

In a flash, a month passed.

He recovered more than half of his injury, and Shengyang's fighting spirit also recovered. However, due to the consumption of excessive blood essence, his whole body is still suffering from great loss of vitality, which requires a long time of conditioning to fully recover.

During this period of time, Shen Lang did not encounter any external threat, and everything seemed to be going smoothly.

But something very strange happened.

Compared with the beginning of entering the Styx River, Shen Lang always felt dizzy and nauseous, and there was always a glimmer of illusions in front of him.

For example, some demons and ghosts were grinning in front of their own eyes, as well as the remains of various human friars who died miserably. It was like falling into the hell of the netherworld, and countless unjust spirits wailed and cried bitterly.

Even the ancient battlefield, the rolling sand, countless friars fighting fierce gas!

But every time Shen Lang closed his eyes and opened his eyes, the illusion disappeared.

These illusions, which happened to flash in front of his eyes, had no great influence on Shen Lang's spirit, but after a long time of appearance, Shen Lang gradually felt a trace of irritability.

In a few days, those illusions appeared more and more frequently. Shen Lang felt that he was more and more irritable. He always unconsciously aroused a series of dark sides in his heart, such as hatred, delusion and resentment.

Sometimes Shen can't restrain himself, and sometimes he can't restrain himself, even if he wants to sit on the dark river!

Shen Lang woke up once in a while, and his hair stood up. Finally, he realized that there was a force in the river Styx that could erode people's minds!

This erosion is not a strong stimulus, but like a frog boiled in warm water. At the beginning, no one can feel it. Every time the illusion appears, there will always be a trace of pressure in my heart.With more and more frequent illusions, the pressure accumulated in the heart is increasing, which will eventually make the monk overburdened and insane!

In such an environment, if it's a month or two, those strong willed monks may feel nothing.

But if it's one or two years or even ten or twenty years, the monk who has the firm will can't support it. It's absolutely fatal! Affected by this illusion, I don't know what kind of walking corpse will become in the end.

In order to prevent the illusions from invading him again, Shen Lang used the Yi Sheng Zhen Jun mantra once a day to get rid of the negative psychological state.

The mantra of Yi Sheng Zhen Jun is one of the top ten magic charms in the ancient spiritual world. It can really eliminate the negative state of mind. The illusions that always flash in front of us gradually disappear, and Shen Lang's spirit is much better.

The body is also recovering day by day, and Shen Lang's confidence is greatly increased. He feels that crossing the river Styx is just a matter of time.

As he thought about it, what happened next caught people off guard.

It was almost a month and a half after entering the Styx river. Shen Lang controlled the golden boat and drove at full speed in the dark river as usual. Suddenly he saw a white light spot in front of him, which surprised him.

"What is that?"

Shen Lang's mind was alert. His power was infused into his eyes. He used his eye skill to look forward.

I saw the white spot in front of me. It turned out that it was a white boat. There was a figure on the whole body.

As soon as Shen Lang's face changed, he immediately remembered the clothes and hats discarded on the embankment. Did he happen to meet a monk who had gone to the land of Nanyuan?

"Taoist friends in front of me, I have no malice. Do you dare to ask if you are the same person who goes to the land of Nanyuan

In order to eliminate the hostility of the other party, Shen Lang yelled.

The friar on the white canoe in front of him seemed to notice the Shen wave and made a sound of astonishment. Then he slowed down his speed and waited for Shen Lang to come.

The other side's white canoe seems to be faster than his own golden canoe, and the Shen wave speeds up to catch up.

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