Museum of Demons

By the time Qiong Qiong Chuzun really saw the flying thing, it was already too late.

The second after he recognized that the fast afterimage was actually an arrow.

The arrow has rapidly dilated in his pupils.

Suddenly pierced through his defenses, the violent and vast aura made Qiong Qiong Chuzun's heart almost stop beating, and the violent wind raged, causing his black hair to fly around. The next moment, when he was grateful for his surviving, Suddenly realizing something, he turned his head abruptly.

Seeing where the sky and the world intersect, there is an invisible flame rising above the clouds.

He opened his mouth incredulously--

Then the scalp became numb.

Gao Tianyuan, collapsed...

………

Heavenly Imperial Temple.

Wearing a black knee-length coat and the clothes inside is still a button-up style, Shan-kun raised his eyes and saw what happened to Takatenhara. In the myth of Sakurajima, Takatenhara represented the realm of the gods. He frowned slightly, and then it seemed that After making a decision, he raised his hand and grabbed a black sword with a scabbard.

Stride towards the inside of the temple.

Two attendants were stunned, greeted them, and said, "Dashanjin sees God, you come..."

Before the sound fell, the sword in Shanjun's palm fell heavily, and the **** on the left fell down with a grunt. The **** next to him was stunned, but was split in half by the sword that Shanjun pulled out with the sword. Blood dripped down the temple.

The left hand throws the scabbard down randomly, and the right hand holds the handle of the knife.

With black hair in the black robe, Shan Jun strode into it with a knife.

Kill when you meet people, and kill when you meet gods.

"You, what are you going to do?!"

"The Lord of the Heavenly Lord God will not forgive..."

A dignified and feminine beauty who could be described as the wind and snow looked at the mountain monarch with anger.

He was slashed by the young man in black and fell to the ground.

Unbelievable still remained in the eyes.

He didn't seem to expect that the young man in front of him would take action against his beautiful self.

Shanjun thrust the saber into the ground casually. It was a saber that was slashed at the head of the Han Dynasty. The blade was thick, and it was a weapon that existed specifically for chopping and slashing. The heroic man in Ma Fengxue leaned over and took out the treasure from the goddess' arms, saying:

"Xu Shi? It's just a **** of the forgotten ancestors."

He never understood.

What's the meaning of such a fringe island?

Just staying there for a short time in order to return to China in the future, it's more than two thousand years.

Xu City, Xu City.

Have you forgotten who you are and what great land you were born in?

Open the box, there is an extremely old rune inside.

Shanjun’s amber eyes watched the trajectory on the rune, and then directly smashed this rune, as well as Xu Shi’s backhands, even if Xu Shi was in danger and chose to inspire the true spirit to return here. Can't do it.

He crushed this wooden box and let the wood chips into the wind.

Sitting on the steps of the temple, watching the high sky in the distance burned and turned into burning clouds all over the sky, and then rolled and fell into the sea, but he didn't care, drinking with the image of the collapse of the gods, Sakurajima God System There are quite a few, very complicated.

Now Xu Shi, who presided over the main divinity, is dead. After a brief period of calm, it will definitely become a mess. He decided to watch the excitement first.

As for the loss...

This is just a place to stay for a short while, not to worry about the loss.

The livelier the better!

He breathed out a breath of wine, kicked the bottle made of white jade, and said casually:

"Yu Yuzhen?"

"It's far better than burning a knife..."

……………

Wei Yuan saw Fang Feng and Dao Yan.

Condensing his suffocation, he nodded politely and greeted him. In order to resist the influence of the decree just now, Fang Feng shrank his divinity to the extreme. Wei Yuan didn't notice it, just judged based on the picture in front of him. It was Dao Yan who protected Fang Feng.

Although the decree just now will ensure that it will not affect the innocent.

But Wei Yuan still thanked him.

Thinking of something suddenly, he took out a box from his arms and handed it over, smiling and saying:

"Master Dao Guang, you said that you were a monk on Jiangnan Road, right."

He said: "This is a dim sum from Jiangnan, it didn't take long to make it."

I bought a lot of snacks. I couldn’t put them in the snack box and stuffed it in my pocket. But it suddenly occurred to me that the young monk had said that he was born in Jiangnan Dao’s home and monks could not eat meat, but this It’s okay to plant Su-style dim sum.

Dao Yan couldn't speak what he wanted to say.

Staring at Wei Yuan, he was silent, took the snack, thanked him, and said:

"Master Guard, where is your museum?"

He whispered: "If the poor monk has free time, I would like to go there for a while."

Wei Yuan had a good sense of the young monk who was saving people on the mountain at the time. Besides, his museum was not a very hidden place. He simply told the other party upright, then carried the head of Xu Xin's head and embarked on his way home.

After a long time, Fang Feng glanced at the silent Dao Yan, and said, "You have hatred against him?"

Dao Yan did not answer.

He was also uncertain whether the other party was the same doctor back then.

But if Na Yuan had survived since Qin's time... then there might be answers to those incomprehensible things.

He pressed the distracting thoughts, but with a trace of helplessness, he sighed softly:

"Amitabha."

Seeing the box in his hand, when I thought of the beginning of the practice, I also had the experience of occasionally eating pastries. His face softened, and then opened the pastry. The young monk's movements suddenly stagnated, and the smile on his face was stiff, and Fang Feng was startled. , Saw the Soviet-style cakes in the box.

It is an exquisite craftsmanship, but because of the battle just now, a box full of dross was broken.

There is also a part of the pastry squeezed on the packaging box, leaving irregular traces like craters on the surface of the moon.

Fang Feng gasped.

Deng Deng Deng took a few steps backward, turning his head to look at the young monk who had had obsessive-compulsive disorder six hundred years ago.

The young monk closed the box with great fearless perseverance, turned his head, took a deep breath, blood oozing from the bandage on his chest, gritted his teeth and whispered:

"Amitabha."

Do you have hatred with him?

Maybe there was before, maybe not.

Now, there is.

…………

Langya Wang Family.

Emperor Shi drank tea calmly, while Wang Jian and Wang Ben accompanied his father and son. As for the other Wang children, their heads were almost lowered into the ground. They only felt that their days were like years. If they could leave, they would like to go far now, just These three did not speak, no matter how uncomfortable they were, they had to stay where they were.

The first emperor put down the tea cup, pondered, and said:

"I want to tour east, if you two have no other arrangements, just wait here..."

"Go to Mount Tai and fetch one thing."

Without hesitation, Wang Jian and his son bowed their heads.

The Emperor Shih gave a hum, and said nothing more. After a while, he raised his eyes. Wang Jian knew his character and turned his head to look.

Sure enough, after a while, there was a knock on the door.

Seeing his ancestor nodded towards him, Wang's child was relieved, and ran over to open the door, the door opened, and then a strong suffocation that left him almost froze in place, and Wei Yuan thanked him. I couldn't hear the sound. After a long time, I barely recovered. I was in a cold sweat and my legs became soft.

Wei Yuan strode inside, holding a sword and bowing his hands in salute.

Even though Emperor Shi had left the teahouse, Wei Yuan knew for a moment that he had arrived at the Wang's house. He first nodded to the two Chehous of the Wang clan, then offered the box, and said slowly:

"The traitor Xu Xin has already come down."

The Wangs next to him, although they had expected it, they still felt their brains stunned when they heard this, and the whole person was like a dream. It was Xu Shi, once the first alchemist in China, and the second reaction. , That is, Xu Cun has already fallen, is this young man in front of him, is it possible that the true spirit remains similar to the ancestor?

The first emperor nodded slightly.

Wei Yuan opened the box, with a deadly old face inside.

Ying Zheng stretched out his hand and pointed imaginarily, a large group of light appeared in the center of Xu Xin's eyebrows, and said:

"Although I interrupted his contact with that side, there is actually a divinity in his body."

"It can be regarded as the accumulation of business for more than two thousand years, but unfortunately, he is too dependent on the power of divine nature."

The five fingers were slightly held together, and the divine brand that represented the lord **** of Sakurajima Tianzhi was directly pressed and solidified by the first emperor, and turned into a pair of jade, one black and one white, representing the two qi of yin and yang, and the divinity exuded in it is also true. Xu, it was just that the First Emperor took a look, then moved his sleeves to let the pair of Gouyu fall into Wei Yuan's hands, and said casually:

"You take it."

"I don't like the smell of the year when I recall it now."

He frowned, a rare trace of disgust appeared in his eyes.

The voice paused, and then said flatly:

"Just as my gift to this age, you should know how to use it."

"For example, the next era should return to the world of practice. The so-called gods of Xu City's kingdom will inevitably be in chaos after his death. When they compete for the strongest, they will be divided into two. In the possession of Shenzhou, the other person summoned the king of Sakurajima to come to Shenzhou to receive the edict and receive the seal of the Lord's Divinity. The reporter will be orthodox and declare to the world."

"Just called..."

The emperor's eyes fell and said lightly:

"Shenzhou bestows the golden seal of the country of Japanese slaves."

………

Wei Yuan took the pair of Gouyu, and Emperor Shi didn't intend to stay in the Wang's house long and was ready to set off. This pair of Gouyu Weiyuan could be put away temporarily, but Xu Shi's head was not easy to throw away, and he fell silent. Wei Yuan turned on the phone and chose the Tianshi Mao Maotou.

"Beep, beep, beep..."

"Hello, the call you dialed is temporarily unavailable, please call again later..."

Wei Yuan twitched the corner of his mouth and put down the phone.

Seeing that Emperor Shi and Wang's father and son seemed to have planned to ride.

Wei Yuan thought of the previous method of sending the head of the heir to the Sakurajima Temple family to Zhang Ruosu.

After being silent, he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

"Friend Zhang, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com I am here to give you a gift, it is a real gift."

The text message was not rejected.

Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone, tied the box containing the first level with a twine, and hung it on his sword. He tapped the blade with his fingers and said, "Longhushan, Daoist Zhang Ruosu, don't you think it's good?"

The long sword howled several times.

"Don't run the red light this time."

Wei Yuan tapped his fingers and covered the sword with a layer of imperial wind talisman.

Flying sword head express 2.0

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ps: The second one today...Three thousand two hundred words.

Granting the gold seal of the Japanese widow country exists in history. Emperor Guangwu had it, and the seal of the Han widow king; the Wei Dynasty Cao Rui also had it, and the pro-Wei widow gave the golden seal to Zi Zi.