Chatper 1197 (1/2)
"The clown jumping on the beam, even if he doesn't even look at how much he weighs, he dares to point fingers at me and make irresponsible remarks. He is digging his own grave."
Yang Xuan was disdainful, he originally thought it would take a lot of effort, but who would have known that this Styx ferryman was so vulnerable.
"It's not that this person is too weak, but the young master is too strong."
Tongtian old man said.
Yang Xuan couldn't deny it, and said lightly: "You said, is the God of Styx alive or dead?"
"Absolutely not dead. The God of the Styx rules the dark underworld. If he dies, all the ferrymen on the Styx will be buried with him."
The old man Tongtian paused, his expression became particularly solemn, and said: "As soon as this person dies, the God of Styx will give birth to a sense, and it may come as a clone at any time. The situation is very bad, young master."
Said that Cao Cao and Cao Cao would arrive, and as the voice of the old man Tongtian fell, a huge and icy thought came from the distant sky and directly pressed Yang Xuan's body.
Yang Xuan was shocked, but his eyes were as sharp as a sword.
He raised his head, looked into the distance, and saw a huge figure with immeasurable magical light lingering around his body, lying there like a mountain, his body exuding the aura of destroying the sky and destroying the earth.
rumbling... clack clack...
The dark clouds surging between the sky and the earth, and the thunder flashes and thunders, this is not a natural phenomenon, but the change in the sky caused by the appearance of the huge figure, and the scene is terrifying.
"God of Styx!"
Yang Xuan stood up straight and looked up and down at the huge figure. The figure was not in human form, but some kind of demon spirit who had cultivated into a god. It looked like a big octopus with a human face, with hundreds of thousands on it. Only tentacles.
"Hmph, it's not unusual to be so calm when you see this god."
The huge figure spoke from the air, and the voice was earth-shattering, it was the God of Styx.
"Are you a self-proclaimed god? Or was it given by someone else?" With the trump card of Pangu Axe Spirit, Yang Xuan always seemed very calm.
"Nature is self-proclaimed."
The old man Tongtian said: "This monster was born in the Styx River, and it must be attributed to the Styx River when it dies. It has mastered the power of the Styx River since its birth, so it calls itself the God of the Styx River."
"You little old man really knows a lot!"
The God of Styx glanced coldly at the old man Tongtian, and immediately smiled, "It turned out to be a stone spirit. Although you have been practicing for a long time, it is clear that your talent and luck are not very good, and you have not been able to do so until now. Condense out your own divine imprint."
Divine Seal, also known as Godhead, and the formation of Godhead often requires the right time and place, as well as a powerful enough soul.
"I live a long life. There is time to condense the godhead, but it is you. You dare to come here with a clone. Are you really afraid that the clone will fall and hurt the deity? If I read it correctly, your deity should be seriously injured. Nowhere near its heyday.”
Tongtian old man said.
"How is it? With this half of the Styx, the true immortal can't kill me."
The God of Styx snorted coldly, then turned to Yang Xuan and said, "Human, do you know the crime?"
"What's the crime?"
"Kill my servant, do you still want to deny it?"
"You mean that Styx ferryman just now, sorry, I didn't even know he was yours."
"Stop pretending, you only have two choices now. One is to go with me, or to be killed by me, you choose."
"I choose the third one."
"The third?"
"Well, just let you die."
"boom!"
Yang Xuan moved as soon as he said it, and the speed was extremely fast, and he came to the God of Styx in an instant.
I didn't feel anything from being far away before, but now that he came to the God of Styx, Yang Xuan found himself in front of this behemoth, and he was as small as a bug.