Museum of Demons

[Fate], who looked like a scholar in blue, was slowly retreating.

Slowly and calmly, trying not to make a sound.

In order not to break the stalemate at this moment, break such a depressing atmosphere, and eventually bring more violent fluctuations and backlash, he looked over there sitting on the bluestone, still holding the fishing rod, the golden cause and effect turned into a fishing line and fell down The black-haired Taoist above the endless sea of ​​clouds.

He looked at the man in white who was standing with his hands behind his back on the other side, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, and the golden pupils in his eyes that looked like flames. It's as simple as it says.

[Fate] I feel that as a clone, I should not come to participate in such a scene.

Such a picture is too high-end, too dangerous and too depressing.

This is not a problem that clones can solve.

A little further back, a little further back.

Save me from fighting later and splashing my blood all over.

This was an intuitive thought in [Fate]'s heart, driving him to back away slowly.

step by step away.

until--

click.

[Fate], who was engrossed in the change of Qi ahead, stepped on a dead branch with the heel of his right foot.

[Fate]'s body stiffened slightly.

? ? ?

I'm so likely to make a sound? !

How can it be?

He felt the change in the atmosphere, lowered his head to look at the dead branches that he had trampled off, then raised his head little by little, looked forward, saw the man in white with a smile on his mouth, and saw the man sitting on the bluestone. The black-haired Taoist saw them turning their eyes to look at him in unison, the atmosphere was oppressive and silent, indifferent and cold.

For a moment, there is a feeling of being watched by the whole world and the years.

[Fate] The avatar stiffened.

Fuck, this picture is too thrilling and exciting.

In the end, the green-clothed scribe sighed, his shoulders drooped, and he said, Okay, okay, what's the matter, you two can talk slowly, talk slowly, don't involve me in it, can you?

Fuxi smiled and said, Huh?

The scholar in green shirt let out a sigh of relief, and said in a more emphatic tone: Please!

Please don't involve me in this.

Then without hesitation. , turned into a cyan light, turned around and left, only a few steps away, but found that the surrounding sea of ​​clouds was filled, and when I raised my head again, I fell into the sea of ​​clouds unknowingly. silhouette, a fishing line fell from above and hooked himself.

The flat voice said lightly:

Where are fellow Taoists going?

Have you forgotten our agreement?

The corner of the blue-shirted scribe's mouth twitched.

In the end, he had to resign himself to his fate and sit on the bluestone on the edge of the cliff.

Then he moved away from the black-haired Taoist and Fuxi over there, farther away, farther away.

It was quiet for a long time again, Fuxi's eyes moved away from the back of the black-haired Taoist, the golden vertical pupils spread slightly like thick ink dripping into the water, no longer the vertical pupils, but Looking more towards the eyes of normal humans, he smiled and said, Uncle came to see how my nephew is doing in the little black room.

It looks pretty good, there is food and drink.

I also grabbed a small toy and kept three pets.

three pets?

Destiny looked at the tortoise and snake over there, his expression froze, and suddenly realized what the third of the three pets in Fuxi's mouth was. After the delay, he felt anger in his heart, looked at the gentle man in white, and clenched his hands tightly. Clenched and loosened, loosened and clenched again, so many times.

Finally gritted his teeth and turned his head to the other side of the cliff.

If it wasn't for me, I couldn't beat it.

If it wasn't for now, I wouldn't be able to beat it.

If it's not the body, I can't beat your body head-on.

Today, my fate is not as common as yours!

Fuxi laughed a few times, and said: It's just not good at all, nephew, you are still so poor.

Tsk tsk tsk, it's okay to be barefoot, even the hair is loose.

That's not okay.

I saw it for Ah Wa, so why don't you scold me properly?

I obviously returned your fortune.

Holding the bamboo pole, Wei Yuan said calmly, Because Jue is not in this era.

Fu Xi smiled and said: It's rare that I come to see you, why don't I have good wine and good food to entertain you?

Wei Yuan nodded flatly, and then swept his sleeves away. At this moment, stone tables and benches appeared on the top of the rocky mountain. There were fine wines and delicacies on them. Not false, not illusion.

Fuxi said: ...is this?

The black-haired Taoist put the bamboo pole and fishing line in his hand aside, right in front of fate.

As if he didn't care about the sudden violent fate, and stole the magic weapon that 'manipulated' and 'bound' him, he stood up calmly, with a peaceful look in his eyes: Everything in the world is composed of yin and yang, so I can do it too. Taking yin and yang as the core to change all things with cause and effect as the core, this is nothing but reality.

You should understand too.

Fuxi stretched out his chopsticks and took two bites of the dish, saying: Not bad, the heat is very good.

I do understand, but I thought you didn't understand.

I thought, with your character, you would definitely combine the Xuanheizhuoshi Banner and Zhutian Qingyun to form a sky-opening axe, and then split the yin and yang catastrophe into a crack with one axe, and take advantage of this opportunity to escape. I didn't expect that you actually practiced Yin-Yang honestly.

The black-haired Taoist smiled and said:

I did it, but then I suddenly discovered that it is not difficult to practice yin and yang.

Isn't it difficult?

Um.

The Taoist sat next to Fuxi, raised his hand to pick up the thin-necked porcelain bottle containing the wine, poured the wine for Fuxi plainly, and replied, It's just another thousand years of dry sitting.

The scholar in blue was destined to sit far away, at least a little far away.

I saw above the sea of ​​clouds, beside the stone table, the black-haired Taoist and the man in white chatted peacefully.

And under the sea of ​​clouds.

It is a terrifying scene of [Fuxi] the original god of yin and yang fighting with the four Dao fruit levels.

The stars are shattered and the sun is extinguished.

The stars in the universe turned into yin and yang, and then formed the real [Shen Prison and Heavenly Tribulation].

Vast and magnificent, with great terror.

But it became more and more terrifying for the two people who were communicating with each other evenly at this moment.

And in the bottom of [Fate]'s heart, there is another question——

The one below is Fuxi’s words, so who is this one now?

Is the one below the avatar, or is it the avatar that came here at this moment?

In other words, in the sea of ​​clouds, among the stars, the domineering god who shattered the stars and turned them into yin and yang was the original snake Fuxi of that era, but now the one who came here to look for Wei Yuan was actually a person from this era. Fuxi?

However, this era, that is, the period in the human world is called the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

Shouldn't Fuxi be trapped in the place where all laws end and cannot come out?

One question after another came to mind, making [Fate] unable to see the truth, and shaking his mind. He only felt that the man in front of him seemed to be covered in layers of fog, and he couldn't see clearly. The more he thought about it, the more he felt There are many problems, but after a rough thought, there are almost no problems at all, it seems that I just think too much.

Suddenly thought again.

When he was assassinated back then, the ontology used [Tianji] to successfully assassinate Fuxi.

But, is that really murdering Fuxi?

Or in other words...

It's just that Fuxi made you feel that you plotted against him?

Everything about you is being 'manipulated'?

Even plotting is just a trick?

The clone of [Fate] felt more fear and shock in his heart the more he thought about it, even he felt a trace of uncontrollable chill rising from his back, the man in white over there seemed to have noticed it, and raised his hand with a smile. Cup, the smile in his eyes was smudged with golden cold flames, making him even more terrified.

so……

Wei Yuan took a sip of his wine, glanced at the turbulent waves and fierce fighting in the sea of ​​clouds, saw the original yin-yang giant snake exuding terrifying arrogance, and said:

The you there are you, or the you here are you?

Or maybe.

Did you take that little paper figurine from the museum just for today?

The black-haired Taoist looked at Fuxi, his pupils were dark, and there was also a faint golden flame dancing inside.

The inner connection of all things is stored here, burning into flames, so all things, all kinds of causes and effects, are all in my eyes, so even if Fuxi has done similar hiding and tricks, Wei Yuan can still see it at a glance, Fuxi in front of him , is attached to the paper man in the museum.

And that little paper man has a strong causal connection with Wei Yuan.

Even though Fuxi is not good at cause and effect, relying on this kind of connection that already exists naturally, he can find Wei Yuan in an easy and secret way.

This dark hand had already been prepared a long time ago.

It's just that at the time, no one felt that something was wrong.

Fuxi smiled and said: As expected of my nephew, he really understands me.

Wei Yuan 'looked' at the rolling clouds above the vast sea of ​​clouds, and saw the merciless battlefield. With his combat experience and ability, he could easily see that during the confrontation just now Fuxi has at least thirteen chances to kill Zhang Ruosu and Gong Gong.

There is a certain probability that the four of them will work together, and they can check and balance Fuxi at this stage.

And as long as any one of them is beheaded by Fuxi.

The remaining three defeats are just a matter of time.

Wei Yuan said, You didn't intend to kill them.

Fuxi laughed loudly: Of course I won't kill them, why should I kill them?

If you kill them, Ah Wa will be angry. I won't do anything to make Ah Wa angry, so I came to discuss with you.

The black-haired Taoist asked: What are you discussing?

Fuxi was playing with the wine glass in his hand, this time he didn't directly answer the question, but said flatly: I took action against them only because they had hurt Awa either directly or indirectly. Although Awa is also at the Dao fruit level, But it's not the kind that is good at killing, and people are kind.

The previous time, when Gonggong knocked down Buzhou Mountain.

And this time today, all because of this.

And in the foreseeable future, there will inevitably be times when you and I are not by her side. At that time, there will inevitably be guys at the Daoguo level who plan to make a move. Awa will be hurt. I just want to solve this problem. It's just a question.

The black-haired Taoist lowered his eyes slightly and said, So, you want to kill all the Dao fruits?

The atmosphere froze in an instant.

Depressed and dead silent.

Fuxi was surprised, and suddenly laughed loudly: Hahahaha, what are you kidding!

If you kill them, although Awa is no longer a threat, but as one of the only remaining Dao fruits, Awa will have to undertake various responsibilities, instead of being free, how can I bear to see Awa So tired?!

He laughed and drank, and then seemed to be slightly drunk, his eyes squinted, and he said lightly:

I just intend to knock down all the Dao fruits to the realm.

Then kill the rules of everything in the world.

Three thousand worlds are exhausted, and there are no legends inside and outside the ten directions.

Let the heavens and the world live forever, and no more Dao fruit will be born.

PS: The first update today...