Museum of Demons

The dark and cramped room made people breathless.

Even the sunlight coming in through the white paper covered on the window was drowsy.

Tianchenzi woke up in a daze.

Circling the exercises secretly, walking with pure Yang Tao, forcibly to wear and tear the ban on his body, and I don't know how long it has passed. With the consumption of mana, he finally broke free of the last blockade.

The old Taoist master exhales.

He stood up quickly, moved his hands and feet, shook his arms vigorously, his face twitched.

"It's numb, numb, numb and old-fashioned."

But it is to keep a movement for too long, and it is directly numb.

After finally slowing down, he finally got to take it off, even Tianchenzi breathed a sigh of relief.

Since half a month ago, after he noticed the strange tiger roar in the mountains, he secretly investigated. If it is an ordinary monk, it may be difficult to gain anything, but who he is, he has been smashed and beaten all his life, and he has become a good man. He has not seen any means. After that, he touched the place abruptly, and finally found that Zhao Xiu was turned into a monster.

It’s a pity that the demon’s Taoism is too profound. Even if he didn’t come to send a message, he was released. I don’t know why the demon didn’t kill himself, but just imposed a seal and threw it here. The old Taoist himself only had time to eat every day. Can barely wake up.

That is to say, he has lived for more than a hundred years, and he has learned a lot about side-by-side methods, knowing some less orthodox, but effective methods of breaking the ban.

Otherwise, I would change to a distinguished and upright Taoist priest, which would really explain it.

But even so, after holding back for such a long time, the old Taoist thought he was just belching right here. The old man looked at his attire with only one shirt left, and he felt aggrieved, that tiger. The spirits are too sloppy, just let it go, and even the old Taoist priest's signature Bai Nin Taoist robe is pulled away.

I have never been so embarrassed in my life.

If it wasn't for him to be the old-fashioned style, with a shirt in it, wouldn't he just be naked?

The corner of Tianchenzi's mouth twitched.

When he really wants to reach that field, he doesn't need anyone else to do it, he will be on his own.

Finally, he recovered from his meditation. The old man looked up and saw that there were blood stains everywhere in the room. He saw the human skins in Taoist robes, and looked at the statues of the ancestors who were still pure and clean. His expression was faintly sad. Especially when I see my friends are among them, I feel melancholy.

This is the Patriarch Hall of Baiyun Temple.

The cleanest place, the dirtiest place.

The old man sighed, got up to touch it out, and informed the action team of the situation here.

At this time he felt regretful for a while.

I knew I had the whole phone with me.

But when I pushed the door, I saw from the crack of the door that there was not even a tourist in the side hall where at least a few people would come and go. Only the Taoists who had already died were still coming and going. One of them was carrying a food box. After passing by, the old Taoist priest stretched out his hand and then remembered that the Taoist robe was gone, and the spell was naturally gone.

Right now, the mana is seriously depleted. There is no copper coin sword, peach wood sword, charm, hip flask, jewel, and gossip mirror. In his current state, if too many ghosts and Taoists are attracted, it may be difficult to die, so he turned around and planned to hide it, but it can be broken. After the ban, it is difficult to hide the vitality of the whole body.

I am worrying about a headache. It’s not just that I used too much force when I broke the ban, or I didn’t put it securely. When the ghost Taoist opened the door and entered, those Taoists wearing Taoist robes and sitting cross-legged Suddenly tilted, no matter where it was placed, it fell towards the old Taoist priest.

When the old man was caught off guard, he was overwhelmed to lie down.

The filthy breath concealed his mouth and nose, and the rich lifelessness concealed his vitality.

Tianchenzi's eyes widened, and he saw that he was a friend of his childhood. He was clearly human skin, but there were blood and tears in the corners of his eyes. His face was bitter and bitter. He seemed to be watching him, as if he was talking. What, the old Taoist sighed silently, closed his eyes, and let these humanoid Taoists conceal their vitality.

The food and drink are just ordinary ghosts.

I only know the mechanical completion of the behavior, I don't have the ability to detect it, and I don't have the guts to touch the things here.

Put down the food box and leave.

After the ghost left, the old Taoist arbitrarily pushed away the Taoist who was pressing on him, panted, and sat on the ground. After a while, he straightened his friend and saw the expressions on the faces of the dead Taoists. They were never forced to change. His purity and harmony became miserable, the old Taoist fell silent, looked outside, and said to himself:

"The demonic spirit is soaring, but it's majestic and majestic."

"This monster is about to become a climate."

He turned his head to look at the Patriarch of Baiyun Temple, and looked at the Taoists who had only human skin after their deaths, and said: "In this situation, it is hard for me to leave. There are no ordinary people outside. It seems to be action. The team and Daomen found that this place was wrong, so they can open the altar, so let's try it."

"But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. The method requires at least an altar and a talisman. There is no good wooden altar, no yellow paper or cinnabar, and there is no way to make a talisman. If you are really interested, come and help me."

The old Taoist priests earnestly bowed to the house full of dead Taoist priests.

He raised his head.

There was no response in front of him.

He laughed at himself, before turning around, he suddenly heard a creak, like a thunderous anger.

Originally placed neatly, the Patriarch's tablets made of the above red sandalwood fell all over and fell to the ground. It was only a meter or more in height, but these tablets were all shattered, and the statues of Patriarchs appeared one by one. The cracks, some are arms, some are heart mouths, and there are talisman buried in them.

It is the foundation of Baiyun Guan's basic Taoism and the foundation of nourishing yin.

And those dead Taoists were bleeding and tears in their eyes.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist opened his mouth, thinking that Taoist Baiyunguan used magic techniques to earn money and practice Taoism before, but now he wants to use this condensed thing to lower the demon, shaking his head and sighing:

"Taoist too."

"Don't look at the green-purple beautiful dress, don't look at the rare delicacy."

"And split the memorial tablet to practice the altar, and shed blood and tears into a talisman."

"Let's take your magic rune as a ceremony."

"How can I get off when I'm trapped? There is a net in the world, and a net in fame and fortune. When you die, you will be pure and devilish."

He sighed at his grief, but he uttered a wave of pride from the bottom of his heart and made a salute, saying:

"If this is the case, the old Dao will follow these hundred years of Dao, and finally accompany all the fellow Daoists to get up again, then Qingwei will cast down demons and descend on the altar.

Wei Yuan stared at the ghostly painted skin that turned into an old Taoist priest, and realized that he had a misunderstanding.

I just predict whether the veteran Taoist is innocent or not in danger of life.

But it didn't calculate where and what state the old Taoist priest is now.

This is because he has known that the old man is in Baiyun Guan before, so there is a blind spot in his thinking. Now he can’t do more to think about it. This is just a ghost, but he has no way to guarantee that Shanjun will not know, and that Shanjun can’t be guaranteed. Will not take the initiative to kill.

Immediately converged, and the sword in his hand was shaken.

Directly slashed the painted skin and ghost, the sword was cold, the painted skin shattered into pieces of white paper, and fell to the sky, but Wei Yuan's heart was surprised, and his appearance was fine. What about this ghost's clothes? They are all so textured, as if they were real.

Before he could think about it, Wei Yuan's right hand sword cut across his body.

The left hand points to the void drawing symbol.

The flames were soaring, and he directly burned that ghost old Dao, even with that baiji Dao gown, to make fly ashes.

Wei Yuan flew out of the window and landed on the ground.

There was silence.

A group of Taoist priests wearing Baiyun Taoist robes stood behind him, their arms hanging down, and the wind blew past them, their cheeks wrinkled and they stared at Wei Yuan blankly.

Wei Yuan held the sword and exhaled.

He is no longer the original situation, and will be killed by the plural painting Pi Slave in the photo of Moon Dew.

Throughout the week in one breath.

I stepped forward violently and applied the martial arts subtleties of the battlefield generals to the eight-faced Han sword in his hand. The sword screamed, slashed vertically and horizontally, tearing out a horrible cold light, like a battle. Will rush into the enemy to be surrounded.

Warrior style swordsmanship.

Accompanied by Taiping Dao magic arts to perform as you like.

However, after a dozen breaths, he forcibly made him cut a channel in this encirclement. Seeing the barrier from a distance, it was about to open. No matter how regretful Wei Yuan was in his heart, he had to fight and retreat and retreat outside, just A suspicion flashed in my heart for an instant.

Since these Taoists are mountain monarchs, why do they not show up, and the strength of these ghosts does not meet the level of the legend of mountain monarch, that is the source of the name of mountain monarch.

Is it because Shanjun abandoned his identity as a landlord, and his strength dropped drastically?

After all, he himself is Yanhan's land, and the so-called land is actually not orthodox.

Real practitioners don't really care about these lands that will fall with the rise and fall of the dynasty. That's why.

Or the previous story?

Wei Yuan thought of Shanjun’s past and suspected that Shanjun was still in a painful decision, which led to his current state, but for some reason, there was a slight strangeness in his heart that could not be ignored. His thoughts turned, and the sword in his hand was flying like a flying sword. Out of this encirclement, and finally set foot on a high place, Yufeng jumped tens of meters away.

At present, all the tourists at Baiyun Temple have been evacuated.

The enchantment is about to fully unfold.

There has been a true cultivation of the ancient talisman that was suppressed in the Yingtianfu action group, and held the altar that has been handed down in the past to specifically restrain the existence of the earth and the like. Wei Yuan's body is like a flying lightning. Not long after he rushed out, he looked back and looked at it. The streamer swept across a layer that was invisible to the naked eye.

It looked like a huge hood, covering the view of white clouds and even half of the mountain.

Those ghosts who had already died hit this cover, and there were burning marks on their bodies. Along with the blue smoke, they made a sneer and sneer, but they still didn't know how to live or die, and they crazily attacked the sealed enchantment.

Wei Yuan looked at Bai Yunguan with a complicated mood.

I don't know if the old Taoist is okay, and I don't know where the old Taoist is now.

Is it trapped, or is it that relying on past experience, shrewd enough to get out of trouble early?

Someone took Wei Yuan to a safe place. A woman with a gentle appearance and gentle expression said: "Master Wei, thank you for your help, eh? Are you injured?" Wei Yuan followed his vision and saw a sword on his arm. Hen, with one enemy and many, forcibly rushed into the battle, he was not a physique cultivator like Yuanjue, and he was naturally hung up without using his trump cards.

She said: "Come here, I'll take care of it for you."

Wei Yuan said: "Spells?"

The woman was surprised, then pursed her lips and smiled: "No."

She said seriously: "It's a first aid kit."

Wei Yuan was stunned, and immediately watched the soft-faced woman take out a cross-labeled first aid kit, treat Wei Yuan's wounds, spray some disinfectant drugs, and then wrap them up with bandages. This is a short-term frontline command center, everyone Everyone knew that the young man in front of him was adventurous for this action.

Wei Yuan looked at the front screen and said, "What will you do next?"

A liaison officer replied: "The mountain will be covered with saturated firepower with more firepower than before. Don't worry, the accuracy of our modern technology can confirm that if you hit his left arm, you will not turn his right leg. We don’t plan to do it. In fact, it’s difficult to bring this mountain down."

"Even if it does, the remaining impact will make the surrounding area no longer suitable for living."

"Then the true cultivators of the Heavenly Master's Mansion also prepared the Five Thunder Technique, which will be used at the same time."

"There is a special aim at the altar to weaken the strength of this mountain monarch."

"Moreover"

The preparations for each item were put forward, and it can be felt that this time, the importance of Shanjun has been increased to an unprecedented level. With Shanjun's current state, there should be no problems, and he will be dealt with directly.

Wei Yuan saw from the screen that after an order was issued, modern technology armed with artillery, and even specialized missiles, rushed towards the mountain where Baiyun Temple was located. The previous ghosts were even more advanced. A wave of individual firepower poured out, and it collapsed and died.

At the foot of the mountain, members of the special operations team and soldiers from the Shenji battalion formed a line of defense.

So as not to have fish that slip through the net.

This time, it was undoubtedly made up of his mind that it would never be possible for Shan Jun to escape.

But for some reason, Wei Yuan always feels something is wrong, there is a faint worry. With the consent and the command to fire, his spirit is slightly shaken. From the screen, he can see the second round of fire pouring, and the power of modern technology is all together. Explosive, this is a magnificence that is completely different from the gods, and the practitioners.

Wei Yuan looked a little lost.

Then, a layer of streamer rose from the Baiyun View, without forcibly resisting it, but swept across the sky with a special trajectory. Then, the violent explosion sound continuously exploded, but it did not fall on the Baiyun View, but at The sky above Baiyunguan exploded in the sky above that mountain range.

A large number of flames rose in the air, vast and magnificent.

The enchantment became the bearer of the greatest impact and began to falter.

This superb view is unparalleled in everyone’s eyes. A large number of flames are blooming like flowers, and the view of white clouds under the firelight, shrouded in red shadows, has tremendous tension and impact, and the body of the person who transmits the order is stagnant. Watching this scene with his eyes, after a long time, not just who murmured:

"The missile intercepts the trajectory, and the gunpowder detonates ahead of time?"

"It has built a barrier similar to the missile interception trajectory?"

"This, this, this is a monster?!"

This is a situation that has never been seen before.

The members of the action team who have had enough experience before and have enough confidence have dense cold sweat on their foreheads.

It seemed to have suddenly entered a nightmare that could not be awakened.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrunk slightly, and suddenly remembered what he had said with a smile to himself when Jue was painting an oil painting earlier, because he has lived a long time, so he will learn things quickly. Shan Jun, also lived a long time. And the magnificence of modern technology is because this is the power that everyone can participate in and is most closely connected to the times, and this also means that if the magical land only wants, they can also learn and master this power.

Missiles and rocket launchers are powerful enough.

But it is also a dead thing. Since it can be intercepted by technological means, spells can also be done.

However, a mountain monarch who will indulge in the past will have such a strong mind. In a short period of time, learning and mastering modern knowledge will know how to build an interception enchantment with mana?

Wei Yuan was instinctively thinking about what Shanjun did, his thoughts were slightly stagnant.

Suddenly, he realized one thing. After Shanjun got out of trouble, he only did three things, breaking the seal, leaving, and practicing, and because of the files left by the monks in the past, the action team, and Wei Yuan himself. There is a huge ideological misunderstanding in Shan Jun’s cognition

The stories he knew were told by the old man.

It is the old man who is still indulging in the gratitude and hatred of the past, not the mountain king!

It is the past, not the present, that suffers from the choice!

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The quiet footsteps sounded suddenly.

The man in black clothes walked out slowly from the view of Baiyun. He was wearing a modern black hoodie with a denim jacket. He had neat short hair. He even had a pendant on his right ear. His expression was calm and gentle. Slowly raised his head and watched the firepower that strengthened the bombardment again.

The five fingers slowly gripped, and the second artillery coverage was completely intercepted before it reached the effective range.

But at this moment, the altar that had been built to suppress the land collapsed directly.

Dozens of real practitioners who presided over this altar coughed up blood.

For some reason, they encountered a huge backlash, and the ancient talisman that was passed down in the Han Dynasty was directly torn apart.

And at this time, an indescribable and throbbing coercion spilled out. A new enchantment was generated inside and spread out. The members of the action team at the foot of the mountain suddenly realized that they could not control their own. The body suddenly panicked and throbbed instinctively.

The sudden change caused everyone to lose their ability to think for a short time. The enemy's change far exceeded their expectations. The soft-faced woman watched the ancient urn passed down from generation to generation lose its light, and subconsciously muttered: "How is it possible, isn't it a land? How could the land in the Han Dynasty not be affected?"

"He is a mountain monarch, but he is no longer the only one of the earth"

The woman subconsciously looked at the talking museum owner.

Wei Yuan stared at the Shanjun on the screen.

The land is only born because of the national fortune, and it is strong because of the national fortune, and it will collapse because of the weak and weak national fortune.

Once it was ordered as a land only.

It's like being branded.

It is impossible to change.

Unless he has completely abandoned his past.

Unless he relied on himself to cross the **** of the earth only to himself, and gave up everything.

Unless Yanhan's luck is still circulating on this land, and the vertical mark on his forehead is connected, which has become his current foundation.

Unless he directly transected enough divinity remaining in the beads and contained them all.

Don't be trapped in the heart, don't chaos in action, don't dwell on the past, don't indulge in gratitude.

Buddhism and Taoism are in harmony.

It is false to cut away three thousand troubles, but a thought in my heart is the true spirit.

This is no longer the edict of the dynasty.

Yan Han is dead.

"This is a god, god."

God? !

Everyone who heard these words lost their minds. The gods canonized by the dynasty and the true gods are completely two concepts. One is the existence that accompanied the demise of the dynasty, and the other is the myth of the same life as the Shenzhou. At this time , They suddenly realized one thing, that is that people in China will have a misunderstanding.

Misunderstood that gods are benevolent.

actually not.

The woman who bandaged Wei Yuan finally recovered, and she had to ask again.

But I didn't see the figure standing next to him.

At the foot of the mountain, the monks who were originally guarding against ghosts suddenly lost their ability to control themselves. They could only watch the mountain king, who looked like a handsome man, step by step, and could only watch as he accompanied him. As he walked, the entire mountain range where the Baiyun View was located turned into another existence.

The power of the gods opens up their own heaven and blessings.

In the end, they desperately saw themselves covered in it.

Gods, even weak gods, are gods.

There was a dead silence, the courage lost the brilliance that it should have for a short time, and it was only different from the earth. When attacking the gods of China, the monks would also encounter backlash from the sky and the earth, fear, hesitation, and the natural suppression when facing the gods.

In the dead silence, only one person has the ability to act.

The sound of footsteps suddenly blew up like a low war drum.

A figure lowered its body, like an arrow from the string, passing through the stiff people, and rushing into the barrier created by Shanjun himself. The liaison at the rear saw this scene and subconsciously said: "Master Wei Guan ?!"

Is he crazy? !

At this moment.

The deep sword sound is like a dragon chant.

Wei Yuan also pointed at him, but before anyone arrived, a crimson streamer whispered and slashed past him.

That was Zhang Daoling's magic sword, which seemed to cut through nothingness.

Several monks in the barrier who were frightened by the pressure were able to break free.

Then, Wei Yuan stepped forward suddenly, pausing slightly, his left hand clasped the shoulder of the last injured person, twisted his body and exerted force, his left arm was soft, as if embracing a baby, turning the wind to send it out, while his right hand grasped the sword, swiftly and violently. Cut out.

Jianming heartily.

Several people who were trapped fell back.

Regardless of worrying about myself, he turned his head abruptly, and then lost his mind. Seeing that the man actually stopped the man who was like a **** and a devil, in an instant, two Han-made war swords quickly collided here, bursting out endlessly. The sword screamed sternly.

Shanjun said slowly: "It's you"

Wei Yuan’s eyebrows were hidden, and the water god’s edict that he had negotiated with Wu Zhiqi last night dissipated. He clearly recalled in his mind the scene that a young Taoist once showed himself, cutting off the dragon veins, and at this moment, perhaps he will also cut off. Once, cut off the luck given to Shanjun by Liu Xiu, cut off the sacred platform that Shanjun himself cast

Teacher, I hope I haven't forgotten.

Wei Yuan's palm was numb, but the sword in his palm did not retreat.

Because of the sudden explosion of the ancient divinity, the eyes overflowed with gold. This time, as the Taoist master of the Taiping Dao, he controlled the power that was as wanton as the ancient Huai Shui. UU read the book www.uukanshu.com last. Turned into gold.

Amidst the fierce collision of swords, he and Shanjun pulled away at almost the same time.

In the end, the mountain monarch who surpassed the self-mythology stared at the Crouching Tiger who had accompanied many legends.

Wei Yuan's palm trembled slightly.

At this moment, he noticed the low aura behind him. He also understood what would happen to the gods who should disappear in the gods when modern humans first came into contact with them. Without the edicts given to him, the power has been steadily passing, and he needs The help of these people. They need to break their fears and remind them that not all the gods are anything but benevolent.

Wei Yuan fell silent, exhaling slightly.

So those people saw that the young-looking curator hung the roaring Crouching Tiger Ling from his waist.

Seeing the eight-faced sword in his hand against the ground, he spoke in a low voice, his voice was calm and gentle, and he had the power to calm people's hearts, and said:

"Shanjun was originally a land only, and later became a god. He has tasted the blood sacrifice and acted arbitrarily to do harm to the world."

The voice paused slightly.

Then, a quiet voice fell.

"Crouching Tiger Weiyuan, come here to kill."

Only China has such a misunderstanding.

Gods are benevolent.

That's because, in this ancient land, there have been Zhuanxu Jedi and Tiantong throughout the ages, there has been King Yu to rule the waters and kill the gods, and there is the First Emperor and the world under the country. That is because the evil gods have all been killed!

Break the mountain and break the temple!

Today’s update, six thousand seven hundred words, so what, it’s a two-in-one

Today, I can't seem to write about the outbreak of conflict, rubbing my eyebrows. Every time I write about the closing line and a slightly larger plot, I feel like I’m a waste smoker.

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