Museum of Demons

When, when, when——!

On Wudang Mountain, in the golden dome, the real martial arts sword hanging in front of the ancestral hall screamed unconsciously again, and the pure sound of the sword turned into a rippling storm, hitting the bronze cauldron in front of the golden dome, sending out The sound roared into the ears, almost like a bronze bell, shocking.

Many Taoists of Wudang Mountain stood in front of this real martial arts sword, and looked at the patriarch's sword, even though it was sealed in a scabbard, it was still screaming, and the expressions on their faces became more and more respectful——

This sword has been whistling for seven days.

Speaking of which, this Zhenwu sword was not always stored here. It used to go with Zhenwu Zhang Zhenren when it disappeared. It was wandering outside for hundreds of years. Looking through Dao Zang in the golden dome, it was very windy and windy that day, and the awarding team of Emperor Jiajing had not yet gone far. That night, thunder kept bombarding the golden dome of Wudang Mountain.

But amidst the wind, rain and thunder, there is a golden dragon winding from the west.

Layers of thunder and wind and rain were torn apart, and they came in a mighty manner. On the second day, the real martial sword was placed horizontally on the ancestral hall with its sheath, and there were still traces of golden blood flowing down the sword body. Originally, Emperor Jiajing wanted to force Wudang, but that day when the envoy saw the real martial arts sword flying across the dragon, he was terrified and retreated.

It's just that since that day, this real martial arts sword has never shown the slightest edge.

Even no one can pull the sword out of the scabbard, as if the strangeness of the day was just a far-fetched conjecture of the teachers, using legends to highlight the mystery of the ancestor Zhang Zhenren.

But now, the sword neighed again, continuously throughout the day.

It can even be called joy.

If you see an old friend come.

Of course, those who wanted to pull out the sword were all forced by the overflowing sword energy and sword force, and the cut body was covered with bruises and blood, but at this moment, when the head teacher of Wudang Mountain looked at the sword, suddenly I feel a sharp pain in my forehead.

Memory has gone awry——

What's going on...how can I remember that Zhenren Zhang has already returned?

It was not long ago that fellow Taoist Wei Yuan of Taiping Dao brought it back.

At that time, Zhang Ruosu was an old man who didn't practice... Old Heavenly Master, he also took a lot of money from me, and wanted to take away several secret books of my Wudang Danwu practitioner?

The head teacher of Wudang Mountain, Zhao Tongxuan, held his forehead, and felt as if fragments of pictures could appear in front of him. He could vaguely see Zhang Ruosu chatting in front of him, and then a tall black-haired man pacing up Wudang Mountain, showing an extremely powerful figure. The air machine, claiming to be Wudang Mountain Zhang Sanfeng and so on...

At that time, I seemed to be shocked and swallowed several Shangqingzong Suxiao Jiuxin Pills in a row.

Naturally, even the Jiuxin Pill was sponsored by friendship by that old Taoist priest Zhang Ruosu.

It should be the patriarch Zhang Zhenren, there is nothing wrong with that kind of incomparably powerful aura, put it now, it is also the strongest among the many Daozu emperors in the legendary Daoguo realm, such a strong person... But I don’t know why, at this moment In Zhao Tongxuan's mind, there was a faint sense of abnormality——

The existence of the extremely powerful aura lingering around him is not Patriarch Zhang.

It seems that there is a very clear and obvious gap between the existence itself and Zhang Sanfeng's concept of the patriarch Zhang Sanfeng. Moreover, this kind of discrepancy between the current cognition and the past memory was caused by Zhao Tongxuan's cultivation. Boundary, I didn't notice it at all...

Even when they leave the sword now, they will forget this sense of incongruity.

Only when they listened to the sound of the real martial arts sword, they could recall these things.

It was as if, the connection between that tall man who came from all over the world in the age of gods and displayed an extremely powerful aura when he went to Zhenwu Mountain before, and the concept of Patriarch Zhang Sanfeng was actually cut by this Zhenwu sword that had been covered in dust for a long time. Generally broken.

Zhao Tongxuan sighed.

I don't know how, but I suddenly remembered that when I was young, my master told me that when the real martial arts sword returned by itself, the golden blood dripping from the sword's edge, even if it was a thunderstorm pouring down, it could not be wiped away. Rinse it clean.

Could it be that at that time, the relationship between that tall young man and Zhenwu Zhang Zhenren was severed?

But how is this possible?

Even so, why did the sword suddenly appear abnormal?

Could it be...

Zhao Tongxuan looked slightly startled.

Subconsciously recalled what Lin Shouyi said when he recovered.

Suddenly heard a sword cry, the sound was clearer.

The dusty Zhenwu sword struggled violently and flew out of the scabbard, surrounded by sword light endlessly.

Then it was extremely violent and soared into the sky.

Rumble! ! !

The entire Wudang Mountain shook violently.

A group of disciples scrambled to go out, and they were dumbfounded when they saw that the rock on the side facing the cliff suddenly rumbled, and the earth slope above even the welcoming pine fell down with a clatter. Open a pair of eyes as big as the door of the main hall.

And among the cliffs, the clouds dissipated, and the water surface of the big river rushing past the Seventy-two Peaks of Wudang Mountain suddenly spread to the left and right sides, and the rushing water flowed like a waterfall. A piece of scale armor about 100 meters slid down, a pure black dragon slowly raised its head, and its golden vertical pupils were peaceful.

In an instant, Wudang Mountain was wrapped in a huge turtle and snake.

The breath of the old turtle is a sea of ​​clouds and a rainbow.

The giant snake broke through the clouds.

They all looked at the sword in unison.

The old turtle suddenly whispered: So that's it, it's time...

The voice was so deep and deep that it made people's hearts tremble uncontrollably.

Zhao Tongxuan was almost unable to stand still, his mind trembled, his lips trembled, and he stammered, Second General Turtle and Snake... yes, is he the patriarch?

The tortoise and snake spewed out black and white air in unison, and landed on the real martial arts sword.

That real martial arts sword possessed the dual energy of yin and yang for a short time.

Then he seemed to be extremely tired, staring at the sword with that nostalgic gaze, and at something farther away, but this body was already extremely old, they were just ordinary turtles and snakes in the mountains, and the thousand-year stretch was already extremely It was a rare opportunity to hear Zhao Tongxuan's inquiry, and said:

It's him, but it's not just him.

Zheng! ! !

Zhenwujian suddenly confirmed the target, confirmed the causal connection.

In an instant, it turned into a sword light, tearing apart the sea of ​​clouds and going away like a flying rainbow.

And the old turtle closed his eyes slowly again tiredly, and the black snake that had almost turned into a dragon slowly sank down, and they whispered in their mouths: The great sage who looks up to Xuantian, the northern Rengui Supreme Spiritual God, Jinque Zhenzun should be transformed into the Supreme General Zhenwu.

Zhao Tongxuan's expression suddenly changed: Emperor Zhenwu?!

Immediately recalling the origin of this scripture, his complexion changed even more suddenly.

Yuanshi Tianzun said the Northern Zhenwu Miaojing!

His face was pale, he took a few steps back while covering his heart, and whispered:

It's not the Patriarch, it's not the Emperor Zhenwu... yes, yes...

Yuanshi, Tianzun?!

At this moment, in front of the original Tushan, there are quite a few Tushan Fox Clan, as well as Taoist disciples, Heavenly Demon Clan, and even a few Kunlun Mountain Gods who drank too much and came late. It was blocked outside Tu Shan.

You must know that this place is originally a cave world that exists parallel to the human world.

Earlier, Zhu Jiuyin spoke to Lu Wu again, asking Lu Wu and Qi to join forces to seal this place, so as not to spread the aftermath of the battle to the outside, and prevent the rest of the people around this world from entering. The huge force of reclamation continuously hit the seal.

It was so powerful that it shook the ground here, but the entrance refused to open at all.

Taiqi Mountain God was defeated.

This, it's so strong, there must be something abnormal inside.

Hateful, I just know something happened inside, but we can't get out now.

An old and gentle voice suddenly sounded: Everyone has work, and let the poor have a pass.

Tai Qi looked up and saw that it was a Taoist who was too old to grow old, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, there were age spots, gray hair, and part of it had fallen off. 】This race limit people.

Who are you?

Pindao is here to deliver the letter.

Message delivery?

Looking up and down the Taiqi Mountain, the old Taoist felt that he only needed to breathe, and the old Taoist was about to fall down. He shook his head and said, You have become like this, and you have sent letters from all over the world. It was supposed to send you in, but unfortunately, the door was blocked.

No one can get in.

Give it a try...

The old Taoist lowered his eyes and smiled, and shook his head: I have to send the teacher's order.

Um?

Tai Qi was about to ask, you have grown old like this, isn't your teacher already turned into a pile of dry bones? Suddenly a burst of extremely sharp breath came, and in an instant, a sword swept across the sky from Wudang Mountain, and fell here suddenly!

boom! ! !

The air waves exploded into layers of ripples.

All the Taoists and mountain gods retreated together!

The old Taoist was also very old, but he bowed his hands slightly, took out the letter again, and said softly: Teacher..., the disciple has delivered a letter. The letter has turned yellow, but at this moment the words on it seem like Light up slightly.

The old Taoist pointed and chopped.

The Zhenwu sword that swallowed the yin and yang energy of the turtle and snake for thousands of years was raised.

Cut off suddenly!

………………

At this moment, on the battlefield, the Emperor of Heaven has appeared, and the turbid and turbid qi of the Great Lord of the Chaotic World check and balance each other. The incomparable oppressive force on the sky almost gives people the illusion that time and years have frozen, and Bai Ze is already trembling. He got up, but under the tremendous oppression, he couldn't even move.

In the oppression of such frozen silence, suddenly an incomparably clear sword rose up.

Everyone was stunned, Zhu Jiuyin raised his eyes and saw a crack opened up in the Tushan area that was supposed to be sealed off, a sword with a black body, but on the hilt there was a yin and yang fish biting each other His long sword melted into light, and suddenly stuck upside down on the ground, whistling endlessly.

In the eyes of one after another, the old Taoist, who was extremely old, walked in step by step.

It's so strange...

The old man murmured that when he used this sword, he should have died too.

But when standing here, there seemed to be endless power emerging. He lowered his eyes and calmly folded his hands. Facing the former strongman such as the Qing Dynasty Emperor Zhuoshi, and the obvious killing and fighting field in front of him, But without the slightest movement, he cupped his hands and said softly:

The poor Taoist Zhang Sanfeng.

Following the teacher's order, send a letter here.

The voice was clear, but it echoed in the ears of everyone here with incomparable clarity.

And when he took out the letter, he could easily see a line of writing.

A rippling appeared in Zhu Jiuyin's eyes, and in the dead silence, the letter flew away suddenly.

fell in front of him.

Sweeping slightly, he sighed secretly, his expression unchanged.

With a sweep of the sleeve robe, the letter had already fallen into Jue's hands.

Jue saw the text left by Wei Yuan above, turned to look at the old man, and solemnly returned the gift, saying:

Thank you.

Her voice paused, and she said, When did he write you a letter?

The old man smiled and said, About a thousand years ago.

Even if everyone is immortal, they still look sideways at it. Let a human race abide by the persistence and oath of a thousand years. No matter what, it is worthy of admiration and respect.

The Millennium Covenant is finally over.

Zhang Sanfeng breathed a sigh of relief, but his obsession was exhausted.

I couldn't hold back the death energy and will anymore, and the Vulcan in the chaotic world suddenly exploded, but it was just now that he had already used the help of King Yu and Zhang Ruosu to approach this side when they confronted each other. Zhang Sanfeng chopped off his head, his expression was determined and furious.

This is an unexpected variable for Dazun!

Must be erased!

obliterate!

At this time, under the reminder of Zhu Jiuyin, Jue said that sentence:

I have received the letter.

It's done.

Thank you……

But the demon soldier has fallen, Zhang Sanfeng is not the opponent of Daoguo at all, not to mention the state where his obsession has gone and his vitality has dissipated at this moment, just watching the sword fall, there is no sadness or joy in his heart, if it is regrettable, it is never When I saw the teacher...

Time seemed to slow down.

A hand protrudes from the side.

It came into Zhang Sanfeng's sight, and then two fingers pinched the sword.

boom! ! ! !

The flames exploded, like gods and demons.

But it didn't hurt Zhang Sanfeng at all.

The black-haired Taoist had appeared next to him at some point, and he had caught the unleashed power of the Chaotic Vulcan holding the black and chaotic flag, and his black hair raised slightly, and he pressed his left hand on Zhang Sanfeng's shoulder. The majestic and vast air mechanism instantly reshaped its physical body to make up for its shortfall.

Long life span, add another thousand years!

Then with a slight force on the fingers of his right hand, the demon weapon broke with a clanking sound!

Sweep the sleeve robe.

The broken edge turned into a cold light, directly chopped the wine glass in Zhuo Shi's hand into pieces, pressed his backhand on the top of Zhuo Shi Huozhuo's head, and pressed it into the ground, leaving only one head outside. Behind him, he looked at the Emperor of Heaven and His Majesty Zhuoshi, smiling calmly:

You two are late.

Poverty, are you late?

PS: The second update today...

Before Zhang Ruosu blackmailed Wudang Mountain in Chapter 795