Museum of Demons

In the vast and vast world formed by the trajectories of countless worlds and the karma of countless worlds, in a world that seems to have no change for thousands of years, the green-clothed scribe sat cross-legged, and suddenly, his slightly closed The eyes opened suddenly, and they saw countless ripples reappearing in front of them.

No, that was no longer a ripple.

That almost exploded!

Layer after layer of ripples converged into one, and then converged into one, almost turning into waves that covered the sky and the sun.

Magnificent, domineering.

The face of the green-clothed scribe changed suddenly. For thousands of years, he had been sitting cross-legged here without moving, but at this moment when he saw such a magnificent change, he stood up abruptly, his pupils constricted, and he dared not Zhi channel: This, this is...!

What the hell happened?!

Why are there so many changes in the world reflected in this causal reflection?!

The green-clothed scribe stretched out his hand, activated his power, and wanted to see clearly what happened.

But at this moment, He is, after all, confined to this strange 'boundary' that is purely composed of countless causes and effects. There are so many causes and effects, and a big dream that has been accumulated for thousands of years, running through the past, future, and present. There were so many distractions that it was almost unimaginable.

Even if Zhuge Wuhou and Qi joined forces at the same time, they couldn't calculate anything.

But the green-clothed scribe finally saw a little difference.

A picture appeared in front of my eyes.

Among them, you can vaguely see a building full of sense of technology and mystery, with four big characters written in Qin seal script on it. The scribes in green shirt looked around to identify it, and the corners of their mouths twitched slightly: [Xianyang East Station]? ?

Is this the station of the future?

What car?

This seems to be the human world in the next thousand years, or tens of thousands of years, but this, what is this?

At that time, the human world used cars?

But accompanied by the Dangdang sound of the station arriving at the point.

There were no mechanical vehicles made of steel, but a criss-cross pattern of spells and auras. They gathered here and turned into a mysterious but also vast teleportation array. The aftermath of the aura surged in all directions. Moved, entered the tunnel, and made a sound like a dragon breathing after lowering its eyes.

Teleportation formation?!

The huge teleportation array opened, and several teenagers and girls walked out of it. Among them were aliens with vertical pupils between their eyebrows, and girls with strange hair and pupil colors. There was even a girl with light blue curly long hair. , the boy with two dragon horns stretched out, his eyes were lavender, and there was a faint thunder in his breath, which attracted everyone's attention.

Daze's bloodline...

It's the dragon son.

Everyone discussed in low voices, but there was not much surprise or other feelings in their tone, as if this person was just a relatively rare ethnic group, but generally speaking, there was nothing wrong with it.

Most of them are black-haired young people in strong clothes and heroic temperament.

Or hold a sword, or hold a gun, and some are organs or firearms.

The voice of the discussion came out, and after the green-clothed scribe recognized it, it was the language and characters of Yanhuang.

But it seems to be mixed with accents from other realms:

Is this place the Yanhuang Land?

Since my Xuanzu left this place and went to the thirty-seventh world of Jiazi, this is the first time I have come back to worship my ancestors.

Back then, the first emperor pacified the world, and compiled the Taoism and martial arts classics of the world's Taoism and martial arts, and spread them widely to the world. However, after all, some people compiled their own unique learning based on these two classics, and divided them into ancient books. There are four levels of heaven, earth, black and yellow, and it is impossible for ordinary people to get higher than [earth] level.

But at the core of this world, there is a secret that surpasses the heavenly level.

Almost all the unique sword arts in the world are achieved by observing this sword mark...

Even Senior Lu Dongbin, the Pure Yang Sword Immortal, is the inheritor of this sword.

Accompanied by their conversation, these teenagers set foot on this land with great enthusiasm.

Walking through the bluestone steps step by step, there is a sword tablet in front of it, which is simple and vast, and the sword energy rises from it.

There are dozens of miles of roads ahead, and the stretches on both sides are naturally commemorative.

It's just a commemoration of ordinary inscriptions, and it's nothing more than flowers and flowers, but at this moment, the two sides are all upside-down sharp swords inserted here, with traces of hundreds of battles left on them, and endless sharpness is faintly displayed.

Next to it, there is naturally a 'tour guide' explaining with deep energy, and he said with a smile:

These are all from ancient times to the present, during these tens of millions of years, the strong men who have had an epiphany in the sword stele since then have traveled all over the world and left their own legends, and when their lifespan is about to come to an end, or If they fall while fighting against the stars, their swords will be sent back.

Come here, return here, is the so-called cause and effect.

Those young people sighed.

Just about to say, after comprehending the Dao in the future, I will also put down this sword and stay here.

It can also be regarded as leaving a testimony for future generations.

Immediately after hearing the sound of chuckling, one person said: It's a pity, I have great ambition.

However, swordsmen and sword cultivators in countless worlds, no matter whether they are righteous or evil, all think this way. But after such a long time, there are only these ten miles of sword forests on both sides. You can know that it is not Ordinary people can leave their swords here.

In fact, the only way to rule the roost with swordsmanship is to reach the realm of immortals and gods.

Only those who can hold a sword vertically and horizontally and fight against the starry sky are qualified to send their own swords here.

Naturally, even the swords of such a strong man can only be at the outermost edge.

The further you go in, the stronger the sword wielder will be.

The many teenagers who rushed here from among the hundreds of thousands of worlds couldn't help but their hearts were shaken. Looking at the sword that stretched for more than ten miles and was inserted on the ground, they couldn't help feeling respect and longing, and even if it was Using the method of fate deduction, the green-clothed scribe who saw this scene also felt a bit of oppression.

That is the stele left by Wei Yuan!

This means that the catastrophe has been resolved? Didn't the Great Lord Zhuoshi cause more waves? !

Be careful, Great Lord Zhuoshi, it seems that I am more...

The blue-clothed scholar's thoughts froze suddenly, replaced by a kind of daze.

Wait a moment……

Beware of the Great Lord Zhuoshi.

Why should I be careful of the Great Lord Zhuoshi?

What does this sentence mean?

Why do I keep thinking about this sentence? ! Um? Who ever said that to me?

Or did I say this to someone else?

Why, why can't I remember everything about this sentence? Only a few shallow memories left? The green-clothed scribe was stunned, as if his memory had been diluted by the millennium, he frowned slightly, and searched for these memories with all his strength.

It seems very close.

It's like getting close to a thin layer of mist.

He just needs to stretch out his hand to pierce this layer of fog. He has been thinking hard for a long time, and he doesn't even care about these pictures of the future. The blockade in front is average, let's 'smash' it out with all our strength!

boom! ! !

The fog lifted, as if everything became clear and real.

A voice crashed into his ears: Be careful!!!

careful?

Who are you careful about, the Great Lord of the Chaotic World?

The scholar in green shirt murmured to himself.

Immediately, the voice had already landed in his ears, extremely clear, echoing layer upon layer.

That sentence is——

careful……

Be careful Yuanshi Tianzun!!!

Almost as soon as this sentence came to the colleague, the mind of the green-clothed scribe seemed to have encountered some kind of violent shock, causing his soul and true spirit to shake violently, his face seemed to collapse, and the intense pain almost made him There was a howling and roaring sound like a seriously injured beast.

I don't know how long it has passed, the green-clothed scribe stretched out his hand to cover his face, his body was almost trembling violently, and his panting became rapid. After a long time, he slowly exhaled a foul breath, and raised his head. The two words of Yuanshi Tianzun disappeared.

It was as if he had never heard these two words all this time.

He was stunned for a while, and then he remembered naturally, the next thing he needs to do is to take a peek at the picture in front of him, and see the changes built by countless causes and effects that make the entire sea of ​​causes and effects turbulent. , what is it, and where did it come from.

And in such a trance, those young people who don't know how many thousands of years later have already walked to the front of the stone tablet, walked forward with respect, and went to see a stone tablet with a pilgrimage-like state of mind, wanting to see The picture on the stele.

【My name is Wei Yuan...】

The scholar in green shirt subconsciously looked at a stone tablet.

When I saw this part of the autobiography, my body froze.

Suddenly, I felt layers of sharp edges, almost like ancient famous swords, gathered here, piercing my eyes with extreme pain, and in an instant, it seemed that even a little bit of my true spirit, which came from cause and effect, was suddenly lifted up, I saw the back of the sword tablet, which is ancient, the Great Wall that has gone through countless thousands of years of erosion.

I saw descendants respectfully worshiping the remains of the Great Wall one by one.

Curly smoke rose up, straight into Xiaohan!

But you can see more giant pillars of flames turned into the sky by the luck of humanity.

It was a tripod, a large bronze cauldron, burning violently rumblingly.

It is a ritual vessel and a beacon tower.

The blue-clothed scribe was stunned by fate, and raised his head little by little.

From a distance, you can see the majestic flames, almost like beacon towers across the heavens and worlds. There are nine beacon towers in each world, endlessly. Looking from a distance, it looks like a blue dragon with red scales, swaying its body , Surrounding the heavens and worlds, although there is no entity, it is overbearing and vast, making people frightened when they see it!

The green-shirted scribe's brain throbbed, and he heard the voices of the rest of the people around him. After integrating the information of the rest of the people around him, he murmured almost dreamily: Covering the heavens and worlds, we will use the power of Kunlun's enlightenment to suppress ten thousand people. Inside and outside the square, there are immortal gods stepping on the dragons from time to time, holding the sword intent of Yuanshi, and patrolling the hundred and eight thousand realms on behalf of the first emperor, thinking that they are patrolling hunting on behalf of the sky.

Beacon fire, replace the stars.

To suppress all evil.

Even people who are reborn or people who have traveled through the world will be instantly noticed.

No one left out.

If you do good, you will be rewarded; if you do evil, you will be punished.

This thing...

The green-clothed scribe raised his head, looking expressionlessly at the terrifying existence above the sky.

Great Wall???

He finally knew where the node that disturbed the future destiny of countless living beings was.

Inside and outside the ten directions, the trajectories of the future destinies of many worlds have changed because of the king's thoughts. The worlds that should have been chaotic and absorbed by gods and gods unexpectedly glowed with new vitality and formed a kind of unified existence.

He has been able to listen to the narration in the classroom.

Such as the ancient king and so on...

Such as since ancient times, great unification, great unification...

At this time, he suddenly felt that the surrounding picture dimmed again, as if the corner of fate that he had glimpsed collapsed again, and he could not see it, and all the light flowed in the same direction, it was a stone monument , is the sword stele left by Yuanshi Tianzun.

All light flows and converges.

Gradually disappearing, the stars, the city, the streets, the ten-mile sword forest, and then those young swordsmen who were in high spirits, everything was bleak, and finally, before the stone tablet, there was a man with his back to the scribe in green shirt, with black hair like ink , dressed in black, stood with his hands behind his back, and then turned around.

boom! ! !

Everything is broken.

The picture of the future, and this realm of dreams that encompasses everything.

It seems that there are unspeakable violent waves blooming turbulently, layer upon layer, vast and boundless.

This dream of cause and effect finally woke up.

And the green-clothed scribe stared blankly at the man he saw in the 'future' in front of him.

That was Wei Yuan.

Yuanshi Tianzun.

It's true.

Whispering softly, the world is shaking, surrounded by mountains and rivers.

Wake up just like a dream, fellow daoist.

Long time no see.

PS: The second update today...