Museum of Demons

Vol 2 Chapter 417: 诛 god

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On the quaint battle axe, the lines of the barbaric era slowly light up, but after all, it has not been mobilized. About one-third of the power has been mobilized, and this is already the limit of Kua Lin. If It is said that her ancestor, Kua'e, was able to mobilize at least 70% to 80% of Xing Tian's power. Watermark advertising testWatermark advertising test

At that time, she couldn't believe it at all, Wei Yuan actually took out this battle axe.

When subconsciously asked how this came from.

The young man gritted his teeth and smiled—

"Oh, this..."

"He gave it to me."

The smile on the youth's face was hearty and confident.

Convincing...

Ghost.

Even the subtle expressions when talking nonsense are the same as his ancestors.

Qualin exhaled a suffocating breath, expelling all unnecessary distracting thoughts from his mind.

Then the whole body's strength exploded, relying on the rotation of the body, the tomahawk was accelerated little by little, and it was as low as thunder, enough to make the shivering sound of the gods and sentient beings gradually rise, and the body, arms, and even the soul were greatly affected. Compressive force, Kua Lin gritted his teeth and supported him until his arm was almost broken due to severe pain, and finally let go.

The howling sound suddenly burst.

The Xingtian Tomahawk has already rushed towards the Heavenly Pillar of Qi Luck with the momentum of smashing through the heavens and the earth.

The nearby mountain gods have already marveled at this power.

But Qualin could not help sitting on the ground, panting quickly, his arms trembled uncontrollably, tearing open the cuffs, the blood vessels of the originally white arm, at this moment, the blood vessels are constantly expanding and contracting, as if they will all burst open in the next moment. , Large swaths of fine sweat ooze from the forehead.

There is a price to be paid for using such power.

She has reached the limit.

…………

The moment Wei Yuan grabbed Ying Xiao’s wrist, Ying Xiao had already sensed a terrifying sense of oppression and locked his direction, to be precise, locked Wei Yuan in front of him, but because of the two of them standing at the moment. Bit, that battle axe must have penetrated itself first.

But can a mortal restrain God?

Immediately before Ying Xiao made his move, Wei Yuan's true spirit slammed into Ying Xiao with a fierce and undaunted attitude.

Pulling the 梼杌 to the most dangerous real spirit collision.

Normally, it must be that the true spirit of God is far stronger than the true spirit of human beings. The instinct of the instinct to fight back, and immediately discovered that the weight of the true spirit of the other party is far greater than one’s own judgment, yes, human’s. The true spirit cannot resist the impact of the gods, but the history and civilization are heavy enough to carry all myths.

He was a historian who used to measure mountains and seas on foot; he was a man who fought the wind and waves and killed the original divinity.

It is the last flame once struggling in troubled times.

He was a healer who led others in the Ming Dynasty.

At the end of the Three Emperors and Five Emperors, the vast Qin Dynasty came out of the west, and the great Han Ze was under the world until now.

Five thousand years.

For the first time, Ying Xiao predicted a mistake.

"you…"

The true spirits meet, and Wei Yuan also perceives the past of Ying Lu at this time. The pictures flow quickly. It is very far, far away. The children of Emperor Zhuanxu, who were loved by the people, will also give back to others. Love, however, encountered a crisis when he was adventurous, was rescued by a heroic general in white, and fell in love with him at first sight.

Wei Yuan thought of the stone tablet he had seen before.

The white-clothed youth, the Yinglang general... is related to the son of Emperor Zhuanxu.

Because that was Qiongqi, the son of Emperor Xuanyuan, and the uncle of Emperor Zhuanxu.

Wei Yuan finally fully understood the source of Ying Lu's judgment at this time.

梼杌—

Don't teach, don't know what to say.

Proud and ruthless Mingde, with chaos.

But all this is full of doubts, why she fell into a crisis at that time, why she was saved by Qiongqi, who had not been far from the Central Plains for a long time, and if she combined with the situation after Emperor Zhuanxu became one of the five emperors, it would be easy. You can clearly see the flaws in it.

What Xuanyuan's son Qungqi really wanted was this position.

梼杌 is just a victim of being exploited.

But this is only the beginning.

Then the picture turned.

Yingzhao was covered in blood, fighting against Qiongqi, but in the end he also followed secretly, seizing the position of the four poles of the earth, and when Emperor Zhuanxu died, he entered the Central Plains, and for the first time possessed four from the four poles of the earth. The name of the fierce—the abandoned clan who was expelled from the middle earth will also return to the world.

Not for filial piety, but for deprivation and killing.

The woman who had been expelled had already conquered the surrounding other races, held high the battle flag, and occupied the Central Plains as the orthodox descendant of Emperor Zhuan Xu, causing layers of blood and killing. She was not expelled until the time of Emperor Shun. And during these long years, she was the well-deserved God Lord and King of People there.

Its courage and judgment have far surpassed the strangeness of designing her at the beginning.

After several fights to no avail, one will never see each other.

The secrets and struggles of ancient times spread out in front of Wei Yuan's eyes.

Immediately, Wei Yuan ‘seen’ the rituals of merging the four-pole personality of the earth in the human body, and he was sure of his mind, and he began to quickly remember this top secret technique that was absolutely secret even in ancient times.

Just at this time.

Because of recalling the past, Ying Xiao's face showed a trace of pain and anger, and he was shocked suddenly.

The small world of Qiankun in the sleeves around Wei Yuan made a deep, crisp sound.

It's almost about to be broken by direct impact.

But the next moment, Wei Yuan's true spirit was directly retreated back to the body, and slammed to the ground.

Wei Yuan could not continue to contain Ying Xiao, because his true spirit was incomplete. At this moment, everything in the past was rising in his mind, and a period of memory was implicated. For their existence, the long years and history , Leaving too much regret and pain.

But this was also just right. The golden divinity in Wei Yuan's eyes was so dim that it was almost impossible to see, and the sky reflected in his eyes was split into two halves from the middle by a ray of light, and even the sound could not chase that battle axe, Thunder The whistling was left behind.

Xingtian's battle axe.

In Longhushan, Zhang Ruosu's palm was clenched, staring at this brilliant curve.

Will it win?

In the two remaining cities at this moment, a pair of eyes stared at the Xingtian Tomahawk that arrived quickly.

Must win.

Must win!

Zhang Hao clenched his hands.

Wei Yuan's breathing was short.

The tomahawk arrived.

A figure suddenly flew out of the body, hitting the Xingtian battle axe violently and unmatchedly, and then was directly cut off from the middle by this weapon that once killed the gods, and the blood fell like rain, Wei Yuan’s pupils Shrinking, seeing the original appearance of the afterimage, a chill rose directly from the spine.

That is Qiongqi!

After death, the corpse is tempered into a magic weapon, which will never be supernatural.

But based on the grievances between them, this is completely something that Ying Xiao can do. The power of Xingtian Tomahawk has not been blocked much, but the speed has stopped uncontrollably, and at this moment Before that time, Ying Xiao released his contact with Tianzhu, and then suddenly ascended, with all his strength, born under the lock of Xingtian's battle axe, moved to a safe position.

Under the desperate gaze.

The tomahawk slashed through the air column.

At this moment, Yinglu spun around, and his white fingers gently tapped on the back of the battle axe in a subtle way.

Xing Tian's battle axe surged.

Go straight to Wei Yuan as a marking point.

The exhausted Wei Yuan raised his head and saw an axe that seemed to burst like heaven and earth.

The situation has changed.

Take a sharp turn.

...

"retreat!"

"Rewind!!"

On Longhu Mountain, Zhang Ruosu abruptly got up, his eyes widened.

"You can't stop it!"

At this moment, the extremely violent aura directly locked Wei Yuan, arranged layer by layer to prepare for Ying Xiao, but because she did not know Ying Xiao's past, she miscalculated that her hatred for Qiongqi had arrived at the meeting. To the extent of refining magic weapons with his body, a single move is a dead end.

Wei Yuan watched as Ying Zhao restarted refining the Qi Pillar of Heaven and Earth.

He watched the battle axe fall down towards him in an oppressive manner.

The universe around the sleeves can clearly perceive the broken sound.

The five fingers instinctively opened, and the Evacuation Technique was ready to be used. At this time, Wei Yuan's movements stopped. He turned his head and saw the Shenzhou above the rift between the mountains and the sea. After a moment of silence, he raised his hand and made an axe in both hands. The posture, the body was slightly lowered, facing the sharp-edged battle axe.

"Wei Yuan!!"

Zhang Ruosu roared.

This scene is so desperate that people can't speak.

In the face of a blow that could kill the gods, the insignificance of people was brought into full play. Countless people lost their courage just by watching, crying and even fainted. In despair, there was still one person who had the courage to charge and continue trying. .

The calm footsteps sounded again.

And the young man dressed in black, who seemed to be in his twenties, bowed his body and once again chose the most violent charge—

Yellow Turban, where is it?

Daqin, where is it?

exist!

Then, they heard the last whisper.

"Hey... Jue."

There seemed to be some sadness in his voice, but he still had to hold on to the light and come:

"Next time, find me sooner."

Wei Yuan stretched out his hands and squeezed to the hovering battle axe. It was almost a dead end. He suddenly grasped the handle of the battle axe. The universe around his sleeves shattered. The next moment, the hot air wave was accompanied by richness. The radiation of despair completely enveloped Wei Yuan's body, followed by the power carried on Xingtian's battle axe.

As a result, the divine nature was broken, and the power belonging to the mountain **** and Zhu Jiuyin was exhausted in the first instant.

The seal of the mountain **** slowly shattered and eventually disappeared.

The golden flames in the pupils were completely extinguished.

No longer a god, be a man again.

Clenching his teeth, his right foot withdrew back home, his spine exerted force every inch, running through his arms and wrists.

Forcibly guide the impact force into the earth.

As a result, the eyes tingled, the light gradually disappeared, and fine cracks appeared on the bones. The huge impact caused the blood to flow back, the heart was under tremendous pressure, the brain was severely painful, the consciousness was gradually annihilated, and the soul was gradually blanked.

The five fingers of the palm were slightly loosened, and it seemed that he could no longer hold it.

When he was in a trance, scenes from the past appeared before him. It turned out to be a revolving lantern... he thought to himself, but when he finally saw the Tushan League, the heroes of the 100 nationalities of Kyushu raised their glasses together, and their fists collided. Together, they seem to be able to cover the sky and the gods, they laugh and drink, they are never lonely.

Yu turned around and asked him.

"Hey, Yuan..."

"Will the flame of Yanhuang go out?"

The potter among the crowd replied briskly: "No."

"Because you are all here."

Five-finger grip.

The stiff body refused to die.

Yanhuang, where is it?

There was a low roar in his throat, he stepped fiercely, rotated his body, and drove the battle axe again, but the battle axe was still struggling to escape from Wei Yuan's palm at the moment. The huge heat caused the palm and skin to be burned, the flesh and blood dried up, and it was violent. Suddenly, strength reproduced.

The flesh and blood of both arms began to crack, and the cracks were then directed to the blood vessels throughout the body.

Everything lost its meaning.

The tremendous force caused the bones to tremble.

The joints of the body began to stiffen, and the broken bones penetrated the inner body like a sword blade.

But the battle axe was raised again, but the flames rekindled in the eyes, but the human throat roared like an angry beast. The veins of the battle axe in his hand were ignited by blood, and then it began to burn violently. At this moment, Xing Tian His battle axe no longer resisted, but began to be lighted up in an absolute stance.

Xing Tian: God of War.

Race: human.

His weapons would only recognize humans.

If you don’t have a weapon, use your fist. If your fist is broken, use your teeth to bite.

Even if your muscles and bones are broken, you have to stare at the enemy.

If there is no defense, it will be piled up with flesh and blood and life.

The way for the weak to fight against the gods is never an elegant attack. It is a desperate fight and a life-and-death fight. Every step must pay a sufficient price. The weak vs. the strong, the gods can kill me, but it is absolutely impossible. Defeat me.

He melted everything about himself into one and turned it into a real blow. Xing Tian’s voice rose in Wei Yuan’s mind during training in the past. He took a step forward and raised his tomahawk, as if there was a With one hand helping him raise this human weapon together, Wei Yuan's eyes were bloodshot, and at that moment, it seemed that the world was roaring.

"Yanhuang, here!"

The potter in a trance raised his head, and there was no one in front of him. The friends in front of him were in the past, and there was no space around him.

Will the flame of Yanhuang go out?

The pupils contracted, as if seeing something, his body stiffened for a moment.

The mountain **** boy knelt on the ground, his lips trembled, and he seemed to mumble in disbelief.

"Mars…"

Wei Yuan turned around and raised his arms.

The Xingtian battle axe in his hand shot out again.

The mountains and the sea were silent.

The savage and brutal breath filled the world, and the ancient **** of war reappeared in the mountains and seas, and this time, 梼杌 could no longer stop, the tomahawk flew out again in an infinitely domineering posture, and then without hesitation, from 梼杌Pierce through the chest and abdomen.

Several peaks behind are pierced in one go!

Looking at the penetrating wound in his chest and abdomen, Ying Xiao whispered and fell down the pillar.

Tai'a sword fell.

………

Wei Yuan's eyes were in a trance, dragging Tai'a, staggering towards the Tianzhu.

Sitting down on the ground, the corner of the mouth was bleeding, but there was still the cold arrogance of the gods.

A figure appeared in front of Wei Yuan, this was the heavenly soul of the gods.

"I am the four poles of the earth."

The gods are suppressed by majesty.

Tai'a in Wei Yuan's hand directly cut across, and this figure was shattered.

A ray of soul in the sway turned into a graceful and coquettish woman.

This is the scene of Emperor Zhuanxu's son, she was not turned into the four evil spirits.

Graceful and noble.

"I am the son of Zhuan Xu. I have good luck and blessings. If you hurt me..."

Tai'a sword slashed and fell again.

The soul of the earth is broken.

Finally, the human soul turned into a 13-year-old girl in white clothes, with pure eyes, and whispered: "Are you going to kill me..." Wei Yuan knew that this was in memory and had not experienced it. The world has been washed away, and I have never encountered the appearance of Qiongqi.

Wei Yuan was silent, raised his hand, and covered the girl's eyes with his blood-stained almost broken palm.

A smile of joy appeared at the corner of the girl's mouth.

Then it was pierced by Tai'a.

"Good to go, let's go."

The young man whispered: "The world is miserable. UU reading www.uukahnshu.com"

"Don't come again."

The long sword was drawn out.

Wei Yuan sat down on the ground and stopped moving.

Fainted on the verge of death.

The gods of the mountain and sea world fell into a dead silence.

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The battlefield is located at: Tianzhu, Xishanjie