Xuanxia

Chapter 1059 Preparing for War
In the Styx Valley.

Aiguli was sitting cross-legged by the River Styx, surrounded by ghostly aura.

She closed her eyes tightly, beads of sweat the size of beans dripping down her forehead. There was a faint aura from all over the Styx Valley, which gathered into a trickle and surrounded her.

After a moment, Aiguli suddenly opened her eyes and spat out a mouthful of blood!

The blood was spat into the River Styx and instantly evaporated into white mist.

"Cough cough cough..."

Aiguli covered her chest and coughed continuously. It took her a long time to catch her breath.

But just as she was about to adjust her breathing and enter meditation again, a familiar voice floated over from not far away: "Don't force yourself. It's meaningless to cram now. How have you achieved during this period?"

Ayiguli's eyes lit up and she got up from the spot: "Master Zuling!"

Fu Qingzhou came leisurely with his hands behind his back.

Behind him, there was a beautiful but cold middle-aged Taoist nun following closely, constantly looking around, with a strange light flashing in her eyes from time to time. It was Master Baihe.

"Master Zuling, I..."

Seeing Fu Qingzhou, Ayiguli was overjoyed, then ashamed: "I have only mastered less than 20% of the formations here... No, I can't even say I have mastered them. I have only established connections with them. They sensed my orthodox Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Art and regarded me as one of their own. They are willing to obey my orders to a certain extent, that's all. I can't really understand them at all."

Upon hearing this, before Fu Qingzhou could say anything, Master Baihe's pupils shrank!
"The Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Art?!"

She looked at Fu Qingzhou suddenly: "You actually have such a person hidden under your command? No wonder you said you wanted to come to the Styx Valley!"

Fu Qingzhou nodded: "This is also our most important trump card against King Xishuo."

Aiguli looked at them in confusion.

A while ago, Fu Qingzhou brought the fake soul ink bead here. After Ayiguli determined that it was condensed from different souls, Fu Qingzhou made a plan for today.

He went to the Yuan family to lurk and do other things, and in the process ruined the plans of King Xishuo and Ning Wuwang, and finally led them to the Styx Valley - and this period of time was the time he reserved for Aiguli.

Fu Qingzhou had witnessed Ayiguli's talent in ghost cultivation.

When she saw the stone tablet, she forgot herself and directly comprehended the most orthodox Styx Nine Revolutions Divine Art.

On the battlefield, thousands of people lay dead and death was everywhere, but she actually used this to break through. Even though it took her a very short time to break through, her foundation was still solid...

I'm afraid she will become a master in the future.

"So, you plan to familiarize yourself with the formations in this place in advance, and use these formations to deal with Ning Wuwang and the others when they arrive?"

Baihe Zhenren frowned slightly: "I'm afraid they won't be so stupid."

"I wouldn't be that stupid."

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "Whether or not there will be a fight is another matter... But Senior Baihe, you can still get familiar with the Styx Valley first. It won't hurt."

"The mysterious inheritance from thousands of years ago..."

Baihe Zhenren's eyes were slightly stern. "A place that has never left the Wuwo Divine Realm, but is besieged by several major sects with Wuwo Divine Realm, I am indeed quite curious."

……

At the same time, outside the Styx Valley.

Ning Wuwang carried a large coffin on his back, stood in the desolate and dead land outside the Styx Valley, and let out a long breath.

King Xishuo is not here.

Ning Wuwang only knew that King Xishuo had quietly gone to the south of the Yangtze River, saying that he wanted to find Jinchan Temple to ask about Buddhism, but he never returned since then. Ning Wuwang didn't know where he was, and couldn't even contact him. He could only leave a message in the palace and come here alone.

The coffin he was carrying naturally contained Qiu Chan and Yi Jian.

Bringing Qiu Chan here is both a bargaining chip and a threat.

He was confident that he could fight Fu Qingzhou, but Master Baihe...

What's more, Fu Qingzhou suddenly chose the Styx Valley as the meeting place for the two parties, which made Ning Wuwang feel uneasy.

But no matter what, there was no way he wouldn't come.

So he stepped into the desolate and dead place.

Ning Wuwang...actually knew about this place.

He knew that his father Ning Baimei would go to Beimo Tianya and fight the sword demon every few years. He also heard his father talk about the former site of the Styx Valley... This desolate and dead place was said to be a terrifying area that almost no one could cross. Once you enter it, you will have a strong desire to die and will actively seek death!
But being able to cultivate to the Xuanxing realm, Ning Wuwang... naturally would not be afraid of such things. He stepped into the desolate and dead land with a blank expression, but after walking more than a hundred steps, Ning Wuwang's expression became a little strange.

no feeling.

What kind of death is this? I don't feel anything at all!

Not only that, he didn't even sense much of the unique deathly aura coming from the ghost cultivators here.

This place is indeed very desolate. At first glance, there is no living thing. But when Ning Wuwang feels carefully, he can feel the new buds that are about to break through the ground, and can hear the breathing of insects and snakes in the sand...

By the way, I heard that the desolate and dead land is always surrounded by strong winds and yellow sand, but it is no longer seen now.

"When Fu Qingzhou was in the Northern Frontier, he came to the Styx Valley and even changed some things here!"

Ning Wuwang immediately guessed the reason.

The uneasiness in his heart increased a little.

Combined with Fu Qingzhou's ability to see through fake souls and the soul-hosting curse marks on his hands...

Ning Wuwang came to the entrance of the Styx Valley with a little uneasiness.

But as soon as he arrived here, his pupils shrank!
A familiar figure is here.

"Your Majesty?"

Ning Wuwang said in surprise.

The person standing at the entrance of the Styx Valley was none other than Zhao Liang, the King of Xishuo.

However, Zhao Liang now looks a little different from what Ning Wuwang remembered.

He still took care of himself meticulously, with every hair being perfect and the corners of his clothes being dust-free. Even the angle of his arms when he put his hands behind his back seemed to have been carefully calculated.

However, Ning Wuwang could see a hint of madness in Zhao Liang's eyes.

It was a very subtle madness, hidden deep beneath his gentleness.

Ning Wuwang didn't know where this madness came from, but he thought it must be related to Jinchan Temple.

"Nothing wrong."

Zhao Liang smiled and said, "This is for you."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, and a sword light flew out from his sleeve. Ning Wuwang reached out to catch it, and felt a chill in his hand. He took a closer look, and his face was slightly surprised: "Shuoqi Sword?"

Shuoqi means the cold air coming from the north.

This sword was made by Hong Ruohai and given to Ning Baimei as a birthday gift many years ago. Of course, it is far inferior to the Eight Swords in terms of magical power, but it can also be regarded as a first-class magical weapon in the world.

Ning Baimei himself didn't use the sword much, but kept it in the Ning family's old house in Jiangnan.

Ning Wuwang knew how powerful this sword was, but it...

"Since I went to Jiangnan, I naturally visited the Ning family as well."

Zhao Liang smiled and said, "I brought this sword to you on the way... I read the letter you left in the palace, so I came here first and am waiting for you."

Ning Wuwang looked at the sword in his hand, slightly surprised.

Ever since he followed Queen Xishuo, he, the nominal head of the Ning family, actually had nothing to do with the Ning family.

The Ning family actually follows Ning Baimei, who is still a sword master, and Mingjian Pavilion is still a staunch royalist...

If King Xishuo went to the Ning family, he would definitely not be welcomed.

So, where did this sword come from?

Moreover, I left a letter and showed up first, but the prince arrived first?
With the help of the late emperor's soul, he can indeed do some amazing things, but... the prince himself is only a person at the seventh level of spiritual awareness after all!

How could he be faster than Xuan Xing himself!

What did he do in Jiangnan?
"Wuwang, let's go. Don't let people wait too long."

At this time, Zhao Liang's voice floated again: "Being punctual and keeping promises is also the etiquette of a gentleman."

(End of this chapter)