Museum of Demons

When the wind came, it first brushed the cheeks, then soaked the shoulders and elbows, and finally roared and surging. The high-speed gale compressed air currents and turned into pure white waves. Wei Yuan sat in the only windless place on the mountain and watched the storm around him.

The wind field covering the entire range of Ghost Domain Mountain left a sharp whistle in the ear.

If you look from the bottom of the mountain, it's like a pure white airflow on the mountain, or like a large cloud of air falling from the sky, covering the entire part of the mountain from the side to the top of the mountain, and it still looks like Slow and fast speed rolling and stirring.

The demons screamed in horror, struggling to escape, but were picked up by the extremely high-speed rotating wind, the trees were uprooted, the houses were crushed by the wind from top to bottom, and then they were rolled up together with the foundation, sharp and sharp fragments. Involved in the airflow, tore out a harsh scream.

If the demon is intangible, it will be shaken away by the clear air of the storm. If there is entity, it will be cut by sharp fragments circulating at a high speed. The shattered flesh and collapsed soul will be drawn into the storm along with everything on this absurd banquet. Among them, it was eventually crushed into powder.

The violent wind collided with the clouds, making a low and trembling sound like thunder.

It really happened that there was a thunderbolt smashing down, heavy bombardment on this ghost domain.

The thunder and fire ran away, and the evil spirits of filthy air suddenly crumbled to pieces.

Wei Yuan looked at this vast and magnificent scene and was stunned, speechless.

He no longer struggled to sit up, but leaned on the only remaining ruins, plunged his sword into the ground, and watched this scene of one person competing against natural disasters. This is the power called the gods in ancient times, the top The demeanor of a monk.

There happened to be an unopened wine jar next to it.

Simply slap the sword on the knees, pat the Kaifeng mud, drank a sip of wine on the neck, see the vastness of the world, and said:

"it is good!"

The violent winds brought by the goddess swept all the demons and ghosts in the mountains and plains. How could these demons, who could not even stop Wei Yuan, be able to match the mighty power of heaven and earth, they were immediately involved and strangled so that their souls were scattered. It was just the one who had absorbed the Luojiang water for more than a hundred years The king of ghosts is still fighting fiercely.

The evil spirit envelops the whole body, barely being involved in the storm.

But obviously Luojiang from the outside world has been diverted, and the anti-bow evil spirit no longer exists. These evil spirits are used a little less. The ghost king gritted his teeth and roared hard, but he couldn't escape a death word after all. The final evil spirit collapsed, and the ghost king staggered. , The body has been flying up, and his mouth roars unwillingly:

"No, that's not right, you are mine!!"

The voice has not fallen, has been involved in the storm.

The storm that had originally revolved with the trend suddenly tore in the opposite direction.

The King of Ghosts let out a scream, collapsed and disappeared, returning to the dust together.

But at this time, the storm slowly dissipated, and seeing the ghostly and jaillike mountain before, it was already a mess at this moment, the trees were uprooted, the houses turned into ruins, and they were faintly seen in the distance. The blood was thrown out, but Wei Yuan felt that although this mountain had become less lively than before, it actually made people more comfortable.

The goddess, wearing white ribbons, took the last breeze and fell.

His face was pale, and it was obvious that the shocking scene just now was not easy for the goddess right now.

it is finally over.

Wei Yuan managed to stand up and said, "Lao Lao."

The heavenly woman turned pale, nodded, and said: "Be careful, it still has the last bit of residue."

Wei Yuan was surprised.

It's all like this, the ghost is not dead yet?

The goddess hadn't even opened her mouth to explain, there was a mad and ferocious roar from the bottom of the mountain:

"No, you are mine, you are mine!!!"

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted and looked down.

In this ghost realm that has almost been completely flattened, one person struggled out.

No, that can hardly be regarded as a human.

……………………

In the picture scroll of Weird Power and Chaos God, the subject is only the young man, the goddess.

It was the young man who turned from a young man to a gray-haired gray, and finally died, and the face of the heavenly girl remained unchanged.

Wei Yuan originally thought so.

But when I saw the thing that appeared, I suddenly realized that there was still a third subject in the picture scroll, but I hadn't noticed it all the time.

Amidst the rumbling sound, an almost completely decaying inn rose from the ground.

The inn was attached to thick black objects like thick blood vessels, beating strangely. These creations gathered at the entrance of the inn to look like a young man on a picture scroll. His back and the inn were accommodated together, as if flesh and blood had grown there. On the wall, it looks distorted and terrifying, and the youth's face is constantly changing, sometimes it is the first young man, sometimes it is the face of bones, and sometimes it is the monster with first horns.

It is as if the unwillingness and resentment of his life have been concentrated here.

Constantly roaring and roaring, there is a youthful voice, and there is also a low roar of a demon.

Wei Yuan stared at the demon he had never seen before. After all, he was no longer the original Wu Xia Amon. He could see some foundations. This state was like an earth-bound spirit, but he had not seen this kind of and being The monsters in the land of **** merged into one, and at this time, Wei Yuan finally understood the previously hidden problem.

The young people at the beginning were just mortals, even if there were monsters in their hearts, they would die after being beheaded by the Crouching Tiger. And even if you live alive, the original story is already in the Jin Dynasty, more than 1,700 years ago, and it should have disappeared long ago.

Only when I saw this inn did I think clearly.

That's it.

Wei Yuan also didn't know how to describe his feelings in his heart. He just sighed:

"It is the wooden building inn that left his unwillingness and resentment during his lifetime, coupled with the practice of sorcery, and buried the girl’s feather clothing and flesh and blood sorcery into the ground, which finally led to the inn’s demonization. I want to add it a hundred years ago. The evil cultivator deliberately caused this inn to give birth to a demon, and mistakenly thought he was him."

"If you die, your obsession will never die, and you have to do things that he was unwilling to do in his lifetime."

"It turns out that human obsessions are so terrible."

Seeing that the inn seemed to have its own hands and feet, while roaring bitterly, it came towards the mountain.

Previously, it was full of evil spirits and could make life fearful, but now it has exposed its body.

Wei Yuan staggered and stood up straight, lifted the eight-faced sword, and said:

"Speaking of the king of ghosts, it was just an obsession, relying on evil spirits to act fiercely."

Then he looked at the goddess:

"May the girl fight again?"

The goddess pursed her lips and nodded slightly, but Wei Yuan had already noticed that she had only regained her cultivation level. After using the great supernatural powers just now, it was already the end of the force, and she simply said: "Then there will be the wind of the girl."

Wei Yuan hung his waist card on the side of his waist.

Holding the sword, breathing heavily, feeling the tingling between the lungs, the blood foam between the lips and the teeth, and the teeth were bitten. I was fortunate that when we sent Zhang Hao and the others a message before, I removed the request to divert Luojiang and also wanted them. The original Anti-Bung Sha was changed to Western White Tiger Sha.

It was originally to prevent the ghost king's evil spirit from having a lot of inventory, but now it comes in handy.

Just before the gusty wind ran away, the body of the ghost king was shattered, and the evil spirit was scattered over the mountains and fields.

Wei Yuan could faintly feel that the waist card of Sili Xiaowei was connected with the re-emergence of the fierce pattern between heaven and earth. The Western White Tiger master killed the army, and it was the tiger's face. Sili Xiaowei was the top general under the Han General. The military attache, the second grade of official residence, is more than two thousand stones, also known as Crouching Tiger, and it fits perfectly with Baihusha.

During the Qin and Han dynasties, alchemists were rampant. If there is no contact, how could there be the name of Crouching Tiger.

And learn this ghost king borrows evil spirits.

Then there are future troubles, and I can't take care of it.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, pointed the blade diagonally at the ground, and stepped down.

………………

The inn lays over the rocks, tramples on the trees, and comes in mighty.

On the road ahead, a figure stood in the way, it was Wei Yuan.

The distorted young man at the entrance of the inn saw Wei Yuan, his mouth roared low and his eyes flushed.

The memory just now is still very clear. The young man's resentment was unwilling, and he directly locked the sword-holding Lieutenant Si Li. The inn with the high-rise attic turned around and came straight to Wei Yuan, and the evil spirit was permeated.

Wei Yuan held a sword in both hands.

There was a heavy light on the Crouching Tiger's waist card.

The low tiger roar was more fierce and fierce than any in the past. Wei Yuan absorbed the evil spirit with a lying tiger, and a fierce white tiger appeared behind him. Immediately on the waist card, the Jinyu bird and the long feather lighted up and sank into it. In suffocation.

The tiger roars and the bird screams.

Behind the captain was a tiger with wings.

Stepping forward, he ran straight toward the demon ghost in the inn under the mountain.

Almost in a blink of an eye, the two were already approaching.

Wei Yuan could almost see the crazy look of jealousy on the young man's face.

And refers to brushing over the blade.

There was a radiant glow above the sword, and Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands, just like when he slashed to the back of the ghost queen before. When he was still seven steps away from the ghost, he slashed down the eight-faced Han sword, behind his back. The winged tiger rushed down the mountain, roared in its throat, and culled forward.

The evil spirit mixed with the demon power slammed on the inn in an instant.

The ancient creations that were originally reserved are almost instantaneously impacted by the evil spirits, and large cracks appear almost instantly. The hard-looking wooden boards are like dry biscuits, and they shattered into powder. In the end, the demon still couldn’t get close. Wei Yuan was completely transformed into ruins.

Only the body of the young man was left, with a section of the inn board attached to his back, tumbling to the ground.

At this moment, he still wanted to kill Xiang Weiyuan.

Wei Yuan held a sword in both hands~www.wuxiahere.com~ let the young man jump forward, and dodge.

Then he took a deep breath, there was a bit of blood between his mouth and nose, holding the hilt in both hands, raising the eight-faced sword high, and then slashing and slashing hard at the young man’s neck. The young man wanted to struggle to avoid it. At this moment, a pair of hands suddenly appeared in the black creation transformed by grievance and flesh and blood magic arts, and the young man was firmly suppressed.

The eight-faced Han sword slashed down with all its strength.

The thing that the young man's obsession turned into ended up in the same fate as his brother.

The head rolls down.

At this moment, Wei Yuan was already exhausted. Seeing the mess around him and the ghosts scattered away, even though he was forced to drive away his evil spirits and his lungs were tingling, he still felt happy, rare pleasure! Kicked the corpse down with one foot, staggering a step.

Exhausted, sat down on the ground, holding the sword and laughing.

"evildoer!"

"Fu Zhu!"