Museum of Demons

The air of karma was surging when it came, and when Wei Yuan stretched out his hand to catch it, he failed to catch it, and the mighty streams of karma slipped through his fingers, just like the world's most powerful aura. Slippery things in general, failed to be grasped.

Even the green-clothed scribe hesitated for a moment, and immediately clapped his hands and praised: No cause and effect...

And, from the physical instinct of the Lord of Karma.

It's like people resist putting their hands in the flames, or drinking poison.

Your power and body have reacted in this way. It doesn't seem to be an external trouble, but something happened to you before, and these causes and effects swarm towards you, but in order to protect you, you deliberately Avoid... tsk tsk tsk, as expected of you.

The fate of Qingshan scribes presents insights from a professional perspective that is very aware of cause and effect.

And in an unceremonious way, he started to laugh at the trend.

Of course, what lurks under this ridicule is a hidden taste of envy, that is to say, it is a bit sour. He has been in charge of karma for an extremely long time, and he can be said to be the best at grasping karma in the world of ten directions. People can use cause and effect to control the fate of all living beings, and I am alone.

But even so, he did not encounter such special treatment when he was in charge of karma.

Karma will not protect him spontaneously and prevent him from seeing it.

He was even bullied by Fuxi more than once because of this.

No, more than a hundred times!

And this guy in front of him only has a little time to master cause and effect.

It even reached it?

This caused some pantothenic acid in the stomach of the green-clothed scribe.

What's so good about such a reckless man with a short-circuited mind? ! ! Why did you make him value him so much? ! I have controlled you for a long period of hundreds of thousands of years, and you have not been able to receive such treatment.

I bother!

The [cause and effect] power that loves the new and dislikes the old is skittish!

One day, you will definitely abandon this reckless man in front of you!

Karma never paid attention to him, but entwined around the black-haired Taoist. Wei Yuan pondered for a while, but still did not choose to forcibly break the Karma, to spy on the problems that occurred in it, because it is not just the power of Karma, it comes from the six-thousand-year-old purebred civil servant His intuition is telling him that it's better to let it go first.

Even a headache can give your future self a headache.

Well, I leave it to you, the future me...

Surely you won't blame me for the decision I made at this time.

The Taoist laughed to himself, stretched out his palms, and let the karma escape. Besides, he is not contaminated with karma at this moment, and there are other things to deal with. Wei Yuan lowered his eyes and stood in front of the crowd. Under the Wudang Mountains, it seems to stand in another world that completely overlaps but is parallel to each other without interfering with each other, and then begins to outline and communicate with myself at the core of the Yin-Yang catastrophe.

Wei Yuan, who just closed his eyes, exuded an ethereal and special aura.

Do not enter the three realms without form, do not enter the concepts of the ten directions.

At this moment, even the heavenly emperor who shines through the ages cannot see his body, and even the enlightened man who can see the ten directions can hardly find traces of him.

Don't touch cause and effect, don't cause disasters.

It can be said that if Wei Yuan's purpose is to survive the catastrophe.

At this moment, there is no catastrophe that can be imposed on him.

There was a slight ripple in the eyes of the green-clothed scribe, and he felt the direction of detachment.

Just as Wei Yuan can see the detachment of the green-clothed scholar from the perspective of a bystander, and at this moment, as a bystander and as the protector of the Tao in the long years of the millennium, the green-shirted scholar is also at this moment, incomparably sensitive. A glimpse of Wei Yuan's chance to escape.

That is, to maintain the current state, not to be involved in cause and effect, not to enter the Three Realms.

The Taoist in front of him attaches great importance to all living beings and the world of the ten directions, so much so that he does not hesitate to turn against Fuxi, and almost draws his sword to confront him. His chance of detachment is to stay away from cause and effect, stand outside everything in the world, and overlook the ancient times of all things. Constantly changing, seeing its vitality, seeing its death and withering, witnessing its hard work under hope, and seeing its last pain under despair.

Seeing the three thousand worlds, the living beings in the ten directions gather sand to form a tower, and then turn into dust and ashes.

And [I] just overlooked it plainly.

No sorrow, no joy, no waves.

Until the end, life, everything, misery, death, rebirth, everything was compiled into a vast and magnificent scroll in his hands, and the scroll was unfolded flat on the table, one can see the trajectory of the past at a glance, and one can also see Everything in the future, when the past, present, future, and everything in the parallel world may be displayed in front of you at the same time.

It is detachment.

The green-clothed scribe gasped slightly, and then something flickered in his eyes.

He fell into a kind of hesitation and struggle, not knowing whether to remind the black-haired Taoist in front of him, and tell him his chance to transcend.

If you tell the other party, the latter may reach the state of detachment, and he can get a glimpse of what the so-called great dream of observing the road of destiny will reach the limit, but if this is the case, there are already detached people on this road, which is equivalent to After being cleared by someone, not only was he not the first one to walk out, but he would continue to climb the avenue, and he would even be under his gaze.

not to mention……

He still remembered the previous agreement.

After solving the catastrophe of Zhuoshi Dazun, there will be a battle between him, Fuxi, and the black-haired Taoist in front of him.

After a long silence, the green-clothed scribe finally just sighed secretly.

He didn't tell the Taoist in front of him the chance to escape.

When he breathed a sigh of relief, he also said to himself in his heart, mocking himself and explaining himself: Even if there is such an opportunity, with his personality, he would not choose such a detached way of overlooking the world. Well, it's like the Emperor of Heaven...

Unexpectedly, the two of them have distinctly different personalities.

The path and direction of detachment are so similar.

If that's the case... Isn't it possible that the two of them will set foot on transcendence together.

Or in other words, one of them uses the foundation of energy as a guide to help the other to attain enlightenment?

My journey seems to be able to promote the enlightenment and detachment of the two of them.

Is it possible to operate a little bit in this way...

To plunder its roots for my own use?

The light in the eyes of the green-clothed scribe changed slightly, and before he could think about it, there was a sudden change of cause and effect, entangled in himself, which made the green-shirted scribe startled slightly, and then couldn't help but blushed, faintly angry, and gritted his teeth: Karma warning?

Ordinary methods of divination of good and bad luck require the fortune-teller to work hard to get some omens.

You are good!

Why did you just post it yourself? !

Is karma so active? !

I do not know how? !

Is there a possibility that it depends on people? They just don't take the initiative to you?

A gentle voice rang in the ears of the green-clothed scribe, making his expression froze, and then his pupils shrank, and he saw the black-haired Taoist over there open his eyes. His eyes were deep, like a bottomless abyss, which was daunting , Wei Yuan lowered his eyes slightly, and slightly clenched his five fingers, the cause and effect of those warnings had naturally dissipated.

What were you thinking just now?

The scholar in green shirt lowered his eyes slightly, and said lightly, I'm thinking about how to deal with you.

Of course, and, do you want to tell you your path to escape?

How, want to know?

The scribe in blue shirt had fun in his eyes.

The black-haired Taoist looked at him and suddenly laughed:

I thought you would not tell me and hide this thing, lest I become too powerful for you to deal with it during this period of time. I didn't expect that in order to expose the [cause and effect warning] thing just now, you actually Willing to take the initiative to tell me what you should have hidden.

Fate, when have you been so frightened of me?

you!!!

The green-clothed scribe was startled for a moment, and then furious.

But while he was furious, he didn't know why, he really had a heart of fear for the black-haired Taoist in front of him, it's just that this trace of fear, even he himself didn't know where it came from Come on, where did it come from.

It was as if someone had warned him in a very direct way to be careful of the person in front of him.

So much so that this kind of fear is almost imprinted in the instinct of the body.

But who did it, when and how it was found out, I have no memory at all.

His anger couldn't be unleashed, so he hesitated for a while, so he had to change the subject, and said rather coldly: You just said the opportunity to transcend... did you feel it too?

yes……

Wei Yuan said frankly: Or Di Jun should also know how to escape.

And I and his choice are the same.

I don't want to get there that way.

That's all.

The frankness of the black-haired Taoist in front of him made the scholar in green shirt not know how to face it for a while, especially when he thought of his concealment just now, and thought of how he had spent so much effort but had never seen a ray of detachment. The latecomer in front of him has already walked in front of him.

Not only that, but I don't want to get rid of it with this method.

It seemed to make myself, who had deliberately concealed it just now, look like a clown.

The green-clothed scribe was silent for a long time, then suddenly said: If you are not detached, how can you be the opponent of that great venerable? You know, there is a detached existence this time, if you don't want it, the emperor of heaven doesn't want it, then the great venerable is not the only one left. ?

He's coming aggressively, how do you deal with it?

How to deal with...

The black-haired Taoist muttered to himself, then chuckled suddenly, and put his hands behind his back.

boom! ! ! !

The indescribable violent roaring sound suddenly exploded, and the rich vitality roared out, almost tearing apart everything in the world. His scalp was numb, and he retreated almost instinctively.

retreat! Back again!

He retreated several times in one breath, and just now he stood firm, raised his head, and his face suddenly froze.

Behind the Taoist standing with his hands behind his back, there was a huge tear mark.

The inside is like the beginning of the universe, chaotic and chaotic, without seeing up and down, and without four directions.

The original universe!

Some of them—

A being with the same face as Wei Yuan sat there, boundlessly huge and magnificent, as if the sky of the boundless universe was on top of his head, but there was someone sitting on the ground of the boundless universe, with his eyes closed, meditating, his hands calmly formed the seal of the Taoism, and the palm of his hand Between his arm and his arm, there was actually a huge, vast and simple battle ax lying flat.

Breath is the storm of the chaotic universe.

There is a faint thunder on the huge boundless battle axe.

One front and one back with the black-haired Taoist, one true and one false.

Qi Qi dropped his gaze.

It became more and more vast and vast, and the cave was deep and mysterious, causing cold sweat to ooze from the forehead of the green-clothed scribe, and his complexion turned pale.

The Taoist asks:

So, is it feasible?

PS: The second update today...