Museum of Demons

If Zhang Ruosu, Lin Shouyi's generation is divided into the first generation, then Zhang Xiaoyu can only be regarded as a disciple of the fourth generation of Taoism. The younger brothers and sisters can all be her uncles, but the past experience, the comprehension between life and death, let her Taoism advance very quickly.

Especially [Zhengyi Beidi Fengdu Fa], which is based on life and death, yin and yang, and is willing to work hard.

The rapid progress can be said to be the only one in hundreds of years.

After all, the experience of recovering from death after death is rare in the ages. Almost everyone thinks that she can practice this method to an unprecedented level, but even so, she is only more than ten years old. How many? Facing the two gods and demons outside, he couldn't even move a finger.

The little girl inside seemed to have sensed that the visitor was not kind, and she didn't notice the look in Zhang Xiaoyu's eyes indicating to run quickly, or even if she sensed it, she still chose to run as if she wanted to pull her back, but Wei Yuanjun The jade pendant tightly held in the hand was silently lit up with a slight streamer.

Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly felt that he could control his body a little bit.

Struggling hard, the talisman belonging to the highest level of the Taoist sect suddenly burst into light, but due to the level of strength of the caster, it was like a mantis shaking a chariot in the end, but the god and demon seemed to have discovered the target, and with a flick of his hand, he directly threw Zhang The little fish was thrown forward, and the girl barely controlled her figure, hugged Wei Yuanjun and rolled on the ground for a long distance, and layers of talismans had been placed on the ground in an instant.

The girl half-kneeled on the ground, holding Wei Yuanjun in her arms, with a dagger clasped upside down in her left hand.

The blade is broad and thick.

It turned out to be densely packed with Dao patterns.

The ceremony of life and death in Fengdu, Northern Emperor.

This is a rune sword!

It is the treasure possessed by the orthodox lineage of the North Emperor Fengdu Zhengfa. His dark eyes stared at the Taoist over there, like a young tiger sharpening its minions. In this museum, the defense layer of Daomen and Kunlun seems to be non-existent here, and it was broken. He said: I didn't expect it.

At such a young age, he is not weak in the slightest.

Although the human race is weak, the growth of the human race is also impressive. If it is placed in my troubled times, it can be compared to the level of about three hundred years of practice. Tsk tsk tsk, although the talent is weak, but the understanding and will are full of acquired plasticity Is it? Fuxi really made a move.

The god and demon in the chaotic world was wearing armor, and he was amazed.

Facing Zhang Xiaoyu's vigilance and vigilance, he remained unmoved.

As if that wasn't the way for a Taoist monk to die in the end.

It's a kitten with teeth and claws.

Behind him is another slender man with a dull and clumsy face, holding something in his hand, which is a flag, hanging down, as if it has infinite mysteries, infinite secrets, covering the stars, the sun and the moon, and dispersing the cause and effect. It is one of the most mysterious among the gods in troubled times.

The Banner of the Dark and Chaotic World.

Zhang Xiaoyu recognized this treasure.

When Wei Yuan was preaching in Yuxu Palace, this banner-like magic weapon was once used by Chaotic Times to assassinate Wei Yuan.

Naturally, it fell into his hands.

But when he first came into contact with Zhuo Shi Dazun, he was taken away by the latter.

At this moment, it was brought back again, covering the stars and the karma, Zhang Xiaoyu suddenly understood why these two gods and demons were so courageous, they dared to secretly come to the clean human world, and came to this museum. Relying on this thing, no, it is impossible to rely only on this magic weapon.

You lured Senior Jue away?

Zhang Xiaoyu's voice was still calm.

The god and demon who was wearing armor and seemed to be burning with inextinguishable flames was surprised, and then laughed and said: Yes, yes, you are right, it seems that not only is his foundation good, but his thinking is also very good. Sensitive, not the kind of idiot who, although talented, just knows how to bury his head in cultivation, and has a poor head.”

I didn't expect that a strong person in the Daoguo realm would come here.

But the gods and demons on the opposite side seemed to be looking around at the surrounding museum collections, and laughed loudly: Dao fruit?

It's not there yet, but it will be soon!

Besides, with this magical weapon in hand, you two little guys who don't have much Taoism come here to take down you two, so why do you need a powerful Daoist? The real Daoist is naturally for the Kunlun Western Emperor Prepare, if you want to experience the power of a strong Daoist, why not come with me?

This seat values ​​your talent, and you also have a three-to-five-point appearance. You might as well be my wife and concubine.

Huhahahaha, isn't it a beautiful thing?

The gods and demons in the troubled times are mostly selfish. Since they have to take risks here, they naturally refuse to work for nothing. They seem to be chatting casually, but the eyes of the armored gods and demons are searching here quickly. Finally, it landed on the counter of a museum, where the sword case was placed.

Inside the box was a blue sword that flowed like the sky.

The edge of the sword seems to reflect a ray of light when the sun rises and when day and night are separated.

And this simple sword box is tied with the red hair rope of the Kunlun Goddess, and it is placed there quietly like this.

Hahahaha, it really is here, here!

Excalibur Qingping!

It's mine! It's mine hahahaha!

The demon laughed loudly, stretched out his hand to take the sword, and when he touched the sword box, he seemed to be hit by thunder and fire. His face was distorted for a moment, and he stepped back almost instinctively. He raised his hand to cover his palm, the palm of his hand Trembling, he stared fixedly at the sword case, or at the little girl in front of the sword case.

Wei Yuanjun stretched out his arms to block the sword box. The young girl could not resist the impact of the turbid air of gods and demons.

But there is a jade pendant on his body, exuding wisps of aura.

Forcibly resisting the power of the gods and demons directly.

In the void, there seemed to be a golden streamer, which turned into a dragon, flowing and changing, endlessly, giving people a sense of majesty, and the dragons circled and entangled, protecting Wei Yuanjun, and the little girl's eyes widened , spread his arms, and said: This is not yours! This is my father's sword, you are not allowed to touch it!

Your father's sword?!

The god demon clutched his wound, and the injury quickly healed, saying: Your father is dead!

Nonsense!!! Impossible!

The god and demon laughed twice, and said: The big deal is to take all this sword box away, hmph, your father, your father is just a loser who died on the battlefield.

Otherwise, why didn't he come back to see you in these seven or eight years?

He's dead, he's already dead!

Wei Yuanjun still spread his arms out to block the front, but his eyes were already red.

He bit his lower lip with his teeth, and his voice was filled with tears: Impossible!

My mother said that he would not die.

He is a great hero, the most powerful sword fairy of all time, how could he die?!

You lie, you lie!

In the eyes of the children, the father is always tall, as if he is omnipotent. Even if he only heard it from the mouth of others, he is still full of longing and expectation for this figure. The omnipotent in each story Father, it's like a dream. In the fantasy, he will suddenly appear in front of me on a clear sunny day, and then hug me with a warm and clean smile, and lift him up, like a The same as in those stories.

The little girl's voice was choked with tears.

He, he is not dead.

You are not allowed to touch his sword, no!

Zhang Xiaoyu looked at the child, she was still suppressed by the arrogance of the gods and demons in the troubled times.

Fuxi's jade pendant only protects one person.

After all, it came from Fuxi's spiritual treasure.

Xiao Yu'er looked at the child who was clenching his teeth to protect his father's sword, but suddenly thought of himself when he was young, and thought of that deceitful father. He gritted his teeth, and traces of flames began to flow between his brows. It is the power of the god of evil from Hanba, which spreads rapidly all over the body.

Chaotic Gods and Demons sneered and said, Although this seat is not in the realm of Dao and Fruit, it is not far behind.

If Han Ba ​​is here in person, how many chances of winning are there, you?

Overreach!

The power of the flames on the Demon God of Chaotic Times spread suddenly, and burned the entire museum into ashes almost instantly, and this action was completely shrouded in the suppression of the Xuanhei Chaoshi Banner. It turned into fly ash, and even the whole old street was almost not spared.

Zhang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth.

But the expected high temperature never came, and I was stunned.

The jade pendant in Wei Yuanjun's arms was supposed to radiate light and directly contact Fuxi, but it disappeared.

However, regardless of the dissatisfaction of the companion in charge of the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Banner, the Chaotic God Demon has already gone directly to grab the sword. The greed in his eyes is almost turning into substance, but there is an untimely palm. Take a step ahead of him, calmly Pressed on the sword box, the little girl who was blocking others just now seemed to be stunned and did not respond.

It was a swordsman with drooping black hair. I don't know why, but just looking at it, I knew it must be a swordsman.

The clothing on his body has red patterns, and his slender fingers rest on the sword box.

Wei Yuanjun stared at him blankly.

The swordsman asked, Do you think your father is a hero?

The child thought this was doubting himself again, his face turned red, and he said loudly: He is a great hero, the most powerful hero of all time! When he said these words, the child's eyes were almost radiant, and that The black-haired swordsman looked at her, smiled slightly, and pressed his fingers on the sword case.

Who is the Kunlun red rope solved for?

It fell silently at this moment.

The demon behind the back said angrily: You are presumptuous, you will die—

Turning around, Wei Yuanjun's body was covered by the wide black robe sleeves, covering her eyes, with a soft and clean voice: Close your eyes, count to three, and I will do a trick for you. With five fingers, long white sleeves, they pressed directly on the demon god's head.

The swordsman's eyes are like iron, but they are like boiling iron.

It is necessary to cast all the enemies into general.

Step forward calmly.

The extremely tall and self-reliant god and demon staggered back.

The vitality dissipates, and the cause and effect are reversed.

With the action of the swordsman, the museum that had been turned into ashes was restored almost like turning back time.

Gods and demons have always been pushed out of the confines of the museum.

Then the next moment.

The head instantly shattered like a watermelon.

The swordsman swept away his sleeve robe, and threw this rebellious god and demon, who was no worse than a female demon, out of the museum.

Falling on the old street, falling apart, scattered as energy.

bland.

But even more terrifying!

The god and demon in charge of the Xuanhei Zhuoshi Banner was gutted, and the magic weapon in his hand turned back to defend himself, almost angrily saying: You, who are you!? And the swordsman just lifted his sleeve robe, so that Wei Yuanjun saw this In the restored museum, the fundus of his eyes lit up, and the black-haired swordsman reached out and took out the Qingping Sword from the sword case.

The gods and demons outside were heartbroken, and they were still asking angrily instinctively.

dare not attack.

But dare not leave!

Holding the sword in both hands, Wei Yuan lowered his eyes slightly.

Qingping...

The last battle.

Ni is the clothes, the wind is the horse, and the gods of turbidity come and go.

He has a complex expression, holding the blade with his fingers.

Then he pulled out the Qingping sword by an inch.

At that moment, everyone here heard the screams like the hissing of the battlefield and the collision of swords and swords. The killing was brutal, the battle in the chaotic world, the unparalleled battle of the summit. In an instant, even the soul seemed to be frozen, and Wei Yuan opened his eyes. , he saw his eyes from the edge of the blade, cold and calm, like a tiger about to hunt, and then he closed the sword abruptly.

The incomparably chilling aura dissipated.

Chaotic gods and demons are dead.

The black-haired swordsman gently pressed the palm of Wei Yuanjun's head, warm and dry, and replied: Me?

My name is Wei Yuan.

It's her father.

PS: The second update today...