Museum of Demons

"Brother Yuan, what happened?"

But at this moment in the outside world, outside the heavens and the world, outside the fate of the common people, Wei Yuan's body stopped moving. This time, the unicorn seemed to be extremely heartless.

It can be said that after what happened before, he has absolute confidence in Wei Yuan. Seeing Wei Yuan's qi change again, he just yawned and thought about one by one.

Maybe it's another chance, or maybe it's another attempt.

There won't be any bad results after all.

But this time, he found out almost immediately, that man with a cold and soft face but a particularly poisonous mouth? In other words, the god's complexion turned black and smelled outrageously,

The power of time is changing and circulating around him, which is the power of time and years, and the Bu Zhoushan also changed color instantly, stretched out his hand in an instant, and pressed it on Wei.

shoulders.

The pound squat is heavy, and the power of Buzhou Mountain can be called the first person in the two worlds with solid foundation and turbidity.

However, he couldn't shake Wei Yuan's body, and he couldn't let his true spirit come back.

Without him, the application of such mysterious laws is really not the power of Buzhoushan.

Let the robe lean on Mount Tai and surpass the North Sea, and travel towards the North Sea at dusk, but that's okay.

It was too difficult for Pao to do such delicate work as embroidery needles.

The strength and status of these two are so powerful that Qilin can't even think about the strong men showing such a heavy and dignified expression, even if the Kirin has a slow personality,

After realizing that something was wrong, his face suddenly became dull, and he said, "This, Senior Brother Yuan, what's wrong with me?!"

Zhu Siyin's expression was calm, and he said anxiously: "Among the emperors, there is no front."

"It seems that it was this battle that year, before fate was smashed, the secret was taken away, and the cause and effect turned into a child fan and returned to the path of heaven and earth, and in that i

Outside of the process, fate may have added some common laws and knowledge to the way of karma. Once no one has re-cultivated into the emperor of karma, those laws and knowledge will become the forehands of fate. "

Modify the rules and control the fate!

And then from where and when to interfere and influence Di Jun?

With that kind of method, the Qilin's circle is in the return market. The small door is out, and the seven doors are stepped. After staying in a dead house for thousands of years, there is no way to imagine and measure, even if it is a dead house.

Kuzhu Siyin has not yet told me about such magical powers, and it is not difficult for me to construct it in my mind, directly manipulating knowledge itself, and then interfering with the composition of knowledge.

Then, the first and even the means buried in the emperor should be realized in this way.

Even the weak in the Dijun realm can identify the front hand.

Because the forehand itself is mere knowledge.

When the rules of the trails represented by the emperors themselves!

But even if Qilin had a way to understand how such a method was accomplished, it prevented me from realizing that Fuxi was now in huge trouble, and looked faintly panicked.

, but looked at the teacher again, I also know that my eyesight and judgment are actually able to identify the trouble and state my brother is in.

But nature hasn't been able to identify those people yet.

Knowing how to rely on people who are weaker than yourself is also a way of using strength.

The husband looked solemn.

Those things are extremely familiar knowledge and power to the Master.

Wei Yuan glanced at it twice, then withdrew his gaze, and said lightly, "I must be worried."

"Have I been controlled or not, and my body is still very smooth, even if it is fate, trying to control me now is such a complicated thing."

Qilin breathed a sigh of relief, and Qian finally realized what Wei Yuan was talking about, and his expression froze again:

"destiny?"

"Xiagu, this Emperor of Heaven, Huntian, is a peerless weak person who fell from Zhoushan?"

"I found Senior Brother Yuan... I can still ask me..."

As a dead house, Kirin seemed to finally realize the weight of those two sentences, and his cheeks were shaking.

This is like the characters and stories that originally existed only in the deepest part of the ancient classics. Suddenly, one day, the dust and history that fell in the years were brushed away, and it was just like the moon.

After appearing in front of him, he also had a causal relationship with one of his closest people. This is a sense of collision and dislocation between the legend and the real world.

Even the one who did that was my brother.

I still think it's almost like a special joke, and it's almost a subconscious confession: "It's possible, it's possible, did he see it wrong? This is [Yu Yun]."

"It would be wrong."

The heavenly emperors in regular clothes replied:

"Back then, you killed me."

Qilin's expression was instantly sluggish.

At that time, outside Fuxi's eyes, the divine light circulated again and returned to its original appearance.

The river of fate is not over yet.

In the turbulent world: when Xiao Zun appeared, the appearance of that fateful spirit was not yet destined, let alone that Xiao Zun, who used to be arrogant and arrogant, changed his mind.

Feng, even said that he invited Fuxi to take action, join forces for a short period of time, and killed fate with the gift of cause and effect as a reward.

Say that word.

Even the former body of destiny must find a way to escape.

Even if it can go all the way, it still needs to be discussed.

What's more, Guo is just a remnant soul, or a state where reflections are superimposed in the long river of fate of the young masters.

Zhuo Shi: Xiaozun retracted his right hand. The arm was originally cut off by Fuxi, but at this moment it was directly cast from the Kunlun Ruins of Zhuo Shi.

Qi rises and circulates, exuding a feeling of extreme icy heat, the strands of white Qian Qi seems to be going straight into the depths of the soul, freezing everything in a special way.

Xiao Zun shook his hands.

Destiny's body was frozen by several Qian Qi.

Kunlun and Kunlun Ruins have the unique characteristics of no ten thousand worlds.

At this moment, it just happened that the fate of the countless numbers could not be frozen, and the fate was bound. Finally, a little blue streamer turned by the Qingping sword in the palm of the Taoist passed through the hole between the eyebrows, killing him.

It's neat and tidy, the fate of being frozen by the white mysterious ice at the beginning is just a sigh, watching the decline of Qi Qi and the domineering sword Qi before the white hair turns white is even more than that of Yuan Shitian.

A Taoist in a weaker state.

It was just that An Ran sat in the original position, her hands fell under her knees again, and she said with a smile:

"It seems that that exchange had a satisfactory ending."

"But what you said to him later was not false."

"And your promise will never work."

"That is the meaning of the hairpin, and it is also the relationship of the hairpin."

"First, you don't have a word to say yet."

Destiny foremost restrained his smile, and said with an unpredictable look: "Big heart and little respect."

However, the sword qi of Xiaqing Ling, which had reached its limit, exploded, directly killing the fate that had been limited for a short time. There were many fates that converged into a superimposed state of [Yu Yu].

Luck] died out, and none of the fragments formed before it shattered were able to escape.

The Taoist with white hair and blue shirt, with a little **** vertical stripes between his eyebrows, carried his right hand in front of him.

He twisted his sword fingers in his left hand and walked away.

In the void, these implication left by the long river of fate have all been turned into sharp swords, the air of the lower Qing, Lingbao Tianzun, also known as Taixia Xiaodaojun.

Above, the sword qi has almost reached the peak of its sharpness, and the sharp sword qi has shown a severe side at this moment.

Like a sword-like lotus.

That sword energy lotus blossomed in full bloom, while the front spun rapidly and converged.

Covering the missing pieces of fate.

And every time the lotus rotates, it will shrink by one point, and every time it shrinks, it will make the sword energy that was originally purer and purer, and the first few are like a pool of flow.

In particular, the white-haired Taoist stretched out his hand, and the sword-qi green lotus landed in the palm of his hand, spinning rapidly, the remnants of fate were tempered by the sword-qi, and turned into a

White lotus seeds.

The sword qi dissipated, and Fuxi held the lotus flower.

I can feel that nothing seems to disappear under the path of cause and effect.

The whole way of cause and effect has become a little more streamlined.

It seems that it is gradually weakening due to the characteristics of following the law and the development of various things according to the mind, but it is also becoming more and more refined. As for these lost powers, it is all |

When I made that lotus seed, I didn't need someone to tell me, and Fuxi could feel it himself. This thing is part of the power of destiny.

In the turbid world: Xiao Zun was frozen forcibly.

He was also quenched by the power of the [Xiaqing Lingbao Tianzun]'s robbery and annihilation.

In the end, the competition turned into what it was at the moment, as if it was something special for Di Jun's fragments.

Xiang Yan's seven fingers clasped together, his palms turned over, the lotus seed hadn't been put away yet, and I looked at the young master of the world at the back, just now when the two of them joined hands to kill fate.

The camp, before fate was defeated at this moment, returned to its original appearance again, returning to the two worlds of turbidity, the enemy of life and death.

The Qingping Sword was suspended beside Fuxi, whistling slightly, exuding a sharp aura.

The air between Xiao Zun and Fuxi was suppressed and light to the extreme.

It seems that the last moment, the two will end their fight in the fateful place that belongs to the Qing world and the turbid world. The tit-for-tat edge will eventually converge, and the turbid world is small

His eyes swept across the surrounding scenery, and saw that the long river of fate, which was originally filled with small pieces of white mist, gradually became transparent when it was over, just like the sun on the sun.

The ice will melt completely in the last moment.

Zhuo Shi: Xiao Zun's right arm, the icy heat and cold that even his fate should freeze has dissipated.

It returned to its original abnormal arm shape.

The murderous and evil spirits also slowly disappeared, I simply sat directly in the pavilion built by fate in the middle of the long river, and then stretched out my hand to pick up the wine left by fate,

He was also concerned that the wine would be poisonous, and he poured two cups, one of which was thrown to Xiang Yan, dripping with dew, and the other one he drank.

Zhuo Shi: Xiao Zun's tone came up wonderfully: "What came today is just a soul and body."

"To kill is to kill him."

"It's just a lot of work."

Fuxi looked at the soul of the turbid world young master, pressed the sword with his left hand, and simply let the Qingping sword fly into the scabbard by itself, leaving only a voiceless voice, which is absolutely continuous.

After a long time, I have no confidence to kill the current Xiaozun, even if I myself have not completely unified Confucianism and Taoism, I can no longer distinguish the turbidity, and only have the innate body.

But Zhuo Shi: The feeling that Xiao Zun gave me was more and more deep and heavy, and it was a measurable feeling that we fainted.

After all, the Qi machine that comes from the feedback of cause and effect should be so powerful, the benefits and regression of the turbid World Xiaozun itself can be imagined.

Xiao Zun watched the long river of fate gradually dissipate, saw the surrounding picture become transparent, and saw the stars 'inside', and said lightly: "I have no chance in the day, killing him is a mercy."

"Careful."

When the voice fell, the young master of the world had finished drinking the first wine, and that ray of spiritual thought disappeared in a hurry, and before I disappeared, the layers of starlight should be illuminated by us.

Destiny, and the front is suddenly dark, and the left and right are illuminated. The trace of the long river of fate is like the rain and dew exposed on the small sun, almost immediately {

Steaming dry.

When Fuxi's true spirit returned to the body, the qi movement was endless, and there were no waves, but only the Emperor of Heaven could be seen behind his eyes.

The rest seem to be inside.

The Emperor of Heaven glanced in front of Fuxi, frowned, and said, "What about fate?"

Fuxi shook his head and said, "I cut it once, but it can kill me completely."

"The type of emperor Jun of Destiny is really too hard to kill, so at the very beginning, you just got that thing..." I stretched out my hand, and there was a floating in the palm of my hand.

, in an instant, it seems that countless streamers swarmed in, and all the previous ones were swallowed up and receded by that thing, the more deep and terrifying it was, it was measurable.

"Shards of Destiny Emperor..."

The Emperor of Heaven didn't recognize the thing almost immediately, saying:

"It seems that what he encountered could be part of fate."

"But it's still the real me, but fate itself is extremely strange. If you can solve me so slowly, it seems that the rest should be helpless." Fuxi's jaw head, {

Former general Zhuo Shi: Xiao Zun briefly mentioned the matter of his shot, and Wei Yuan's expression changed: "I should have done this a long time ago."

"After thousands of years, I finally woke up."

"If you have any questions, it would be good to solve Di Jun's previous problems, and this thing... this thing is mysterious and strange, but there is nothing wrong with the fate of Emperor Jun himself.

Yun], as for that thing, if he wants to use it, he can't use it. "

"Whether it is cast into a weapon or refined into a magical power, it is wrong."

"It has the effect of not interfering with fate and reversing part of the enemy's trajectory, but there is no lower limit. The lower limit is limited by the level of the thing itself and his own strength,

Of course, if he thinks that thing is too tasteless, he can't smash it directly, and then use fate itself to change some of his fate. "

"For example, fortune."

Emperor Tian Rui commented on Yuanshi Tianzun.

The corners of Fuxi's mouth twitched, and he said, "Yes, but it's useless for you to have passed that thing."

The Emperor of Heaven didn't think about it: "He plans to temper it into a magic weapon?"

Fuxi nodded: "Is Daoguo preparing to seize the heavenly secret for Emperor Wa? Since this thing is not clean enough, so you want to destroy it completely.

, and then use the remaining fate trajectory to weave a self-defense treasure that cannot be used to suppress fate. "

Heavenly Emperor said: "How does he plan to practice?"

Fuxi thought for a while: "Just use one of the methods you are best at, the universe outside your sleeve, and the sun and moon in the pot."

"First smash that fate, then weave the thread of fate into a scroll, and use the technique of the universe inside and outside the sleeve, which is enough to encompass the whole world, and then use the

Based on a whole big world, to promote the trajectory of destiny, it is best to use the mythological concept Yanhuang outside, which is most suitable for Emperor Wa himself. "

"By the way, there is still a pool of sword energy left outside."

"If you encounter an enemy, you can't pour out the landscape sword energy outside the scroll world to fight the enemy."

"The number of fate qi cannot be suppressed by the concept of Yanhuang."

"And you can put the enemy into the outside of the scroll. Since it is a magic weapon woven by fate, if the enemy retreats, you can't try to come out again. There is no attack technique.

There is no means of restraint, and it is impossible to suppress the qi, even if it is special, it should be regarded as a pocket, and less things should be put outside. "

Fuxi said what the magic weapon he wanted to refine should look like.

The front said: "In terms of name, it is called Qiankun 3.0 Portable Version · Scroll."

The Emperor of Heaven was silent, and said lightly: "Since it is to help Emperor Wa temper his body protection."

"Material you can't help."

Fuxi stopped: "You have money."

Tiandi rubbed his brows.

I found that I must have stayed with that guy for too long, always holding back from getting too little red dust.

His tone was still warm, and he said:

"It's with him."

"But the name is up to you."

Fuxi naturally agreed, and the Emperor denied Xiangyan's complicated name as the Qiankun 3.0 portable version, and said lightly: "Since it is the technique of the sun and the moon in the pot, it can accommodate a

Fang World, and there is no Yanhuang Qi pulse to suppress it, it is called [Shanhe Sheji Tu], and it will be Emperor Wa's birthday after a while, and he will send it to you. "

Mountains and rivers

Fuxi muttered to himself, and before thanking him, playing with one of the pieces of Destiny Emperor Jun in his hand, he held back and said:

"[Fate], what did Ji Jing do back then?"

"In order to ask Jing Ran to get them all to join forces, even the Young Master Zhuo Shi wants to destroy me."

"It's just pure fate Xiangyan, it seems enough..."

Heavenly Emperor paused slightly and said, "He wants to know?"

I seem to be thinking, the first said:

"With his strength, he is not qualified to know those secrets, Fuxi, what kind of character does he think fate is?"

Fuxi thought for a while, and said: "It's very similar to Daoguo, but it's so similar. Now it seems that he plans to come back and plan."

"Is it similar to Xiang Yan? That time, you might have to say a word for Daoguo."

Tiandi's tone was warm and light: "Although I really want to speak for Daoguo."

"But fate is still less wonderful than mine."

"He's a total lunatic, but also a sane lunatic."

"Every word out of my mouth can be heard, and every word can be doubted."

Fuxi murmured: "Mad..."

"what did I do?"

What have you done?

The gods replied:

"Pao wants to completely eliminate Xiao Jie."

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