"Whiz!"

The golden boat was immediately launched, like an arrow out of the way to the front.

The river of the Ming 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 I can't even hear the sound of water flowers.

The golden boat is clearly driving on the Styx River, but it doesn't make a sound like death.

Gradually the embankment behind was out of sight.

The river Styx is endless, but narrow. If the golden boat is driven to the left and right by the sinking waves, the boat will be oppressed by a mysterious space, keeping the boat moving forward.

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

The surroundings are 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 had been framed in a painting.

The river water of the Styx River emits the rolling black smoke, which gathers all kinds of dark breath, such as the turbid Qi, evil Qi and foul gas between the heaven and the earth. In a moment, the body of a deified monk can rot into thick water!

Even the friars in the period of practicing emptiness cannot resist for too long.

Shen Lang lies in the golden boat made of Jinyang magneto wood, isolated from the dark atmosphere outside, and has no discomfort.

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

Crossing the Styx river is not a matter of one day and one night either. Shen Lang controls the golden boat to run fast and begins to meditate and practice at the same time to recover his injuries.

……

An hour later.

On the bank at the junction of the dead mountain Blood Sea and the Styx River, the flying tiger immortal like a mad dog finally came, but Shen Lang had already entered the Styx river.

Looking at the discarded green robes and bamboo hats on the bank, immortal Feihu thought that it was Shen Lang who left behind. He was trembling with anger.

After the death of sun Zihao and a group of Chengzhu's alchemists, the later alchemist who survived went back to report to immortal Feihu and conveyed the bad news.

Knowing that his son was killed by Shen Lang, immortal Feihu was hit by lightning. He was extremely sad and angry. He rushed to kill Shen Lang as soon as possible.

The unlucky Flying Tiger immortal, although tracking Shen Lang's whereabouts, is a step too late. Shen Lang, the son of a bitch, has entered the Styx river.

"Ah!!!"

Flying tiger is really popular. There is no place to vent his anger. His eyes are full of blood and his heart is about to burst.

"Shen Lang, there is a kind of hiding in the Styx river for a lifetime! As long as you dare to go out of the Styx River, I will tear you to pieces and offer sacrifices to my son in heaven! "

……

Time passed day by day.

The Styx river has no concept of day and night, nor of time in the waves. He feels that time is passing very slowly, and he doesn't know if it's an illusion.

Crossing the Styx river seems not as difficult as Shen Lang thought. There are a lot of ghosts in the Styx River, but they seem to be all in the Styx river.

Ghosts seem to be under the influence of a force, sealed in the river, and will not jump out or swim up to make a surprise attack.

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

Shen waves cross the river at ease.

In a flash, a month passed.

Most of his injuries have been recovered, and the holy Yang fighting spirit has also been restored. However, due to the excessive blood essence consumed before, his whole body is still suffering from great loss of vitality, which requires a long time of conditioning to fully recover.

In this period of time, the waves have not been threatened by any external forces, and everything seems to be going smoothly.

But something very strange happened.

Compared with the beginning of entering the Styx River, Shen Lang always feels dizzy and nauseous. There is always a glimmer of illusion in front of him.

For example, some demons and ghosts hissed and grinned in front of their own eyes, as well as the skeletons of all kinds of mortal friars, just like falling into the hell of the yellow spring, and countless enemies cried.

There is even the ancient battlefield, the yellow sand rolling, the ferocity of countless monks fighting!

But every time the waves close their eyes and open their eyes, the illusion disappears.

These visions that happened to flash in front of Shen Lang's eyes have no great influence on Shen Lang's spirit, but the appearance of them for a long time also makes Shen Lang feel a little fidgety.

In a few days, those illusions appear more and more frequently. Shen Lang feels that his mood is becoming more and more grumpy. He always unconsciously arouses a series of dark sides such as hatred, delusion and resentment in his heart.

Gradually, Shen Lang's mind was a little abnormal. Sometimes when he sat on the boat, he would cry out for no reason. Sometimes he couldn't restrain his inner impulse and wanted to rush out of the boat. Sometimes he even stared at the dark river of the Styx River and wanted to jump down!

Shen Lang wakes up once by chance, his hair bristles, and finally realizes that there is a force in the Styx river that can erode people's mind!

This kind of erosion is not a strong stimulus, but a frog cooked in warm water. At the beginning, no one can feel it. Every time the illusion appears, there will always be a little pressure in my heart.

As the illusion becomes more and more frequent, the pressure accumulated in the heart becomes greater and greater, which will finally make the friar overburdened and insane!

In such an environment, if it is a month or two, those who are more determined in deification may feel nothing.

But if it is one or two years or even ten or twenty years, the strong willed monks can not support it, which is absolutely fatal! Affected by this illusion, I don't know what kind of corpse it will become at last.

In order to prevent the illusion from disturbing himself again, Shen Lang runs the Yisheng Zhenjun mantra once a day to dispel the negative psychological state.

The Yisheng Zhenjun mantra is one of the top ten mantras in the ancient spiritual world. It can clear away the negative psychological state. The illusions that always flash in front of us are disappearing gradually. Shen Lang's spirit is obviously much better.

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

In his mind, what happened next was unexpected.

It's almost a month and a half after entering the Styx river. Shen Lang controls the golden boat and drives at full speed in the dark Styx River as usual. Suddenly he sees a white light spot in front of him, which surprises him.

"What is that!"

Shen Lang's mind is alert. His power is infused into his eyes. He uses his skill to look forward.

I saw the white light spot in front of me. It turned out to be a white boat. There was a vague figure around me.

As soon as Shen Lang's face changed, he immediately remembered the clothes and hats discarded on the bank. Did he just meet the friar who went to the South abyss with him?

"The Taoist friends in front, I have no malice. Dare to ask friends is also the same way to the south of the abyss

In order to eliminate the hostility of the other side, Shen Lang shouted loudly.

The friar on the white boat in front of him seemed to notice the waves and made a sound of wonder. Then he deliberately slowed down and waited for the waves to come.

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