Museum of Demons

When the monks of Taipingdao saw the obsessions of the hundred thousand yellow scarves, their hands and feet were already cold, and they almost gave up the plan to fight, but when those obsessions dissipated one by one, they fell into hesitation and struggled , and finally, under the temptation of the Nine-Jones Staff being close at hand, he chose to fight with all his might.

After all, his own side has a numerical advantage to some extent.

Because it is necessary to maintain the effect of the altar of 500 people, even if only the last part is left, even if this part does not have to be all 500 people, there are dozens of Taiping Dao monks here, facing the sky with only a few people. In the Shifu, they think they still have a chance at least.

Before they got close, they all cast spells.

Lin Shouyi and the others also held dharma instruments in their hands.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Wei Yuan's nine-segmented staff blocking him directly in front of himself and the others. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and saw Wei Yuan stepping forward, holding a nine-segmented staff, and said in a gentle tone:

Leave these people to me this time...

Lin Shouyi looked at the calm Nine-Section Staff, finally nodded and said, Be careful.

He explained: That person is a true cultivator ranked among the top ten Taiping Dao monks. He received ancient talismans. Like the person who received the title of Baiqi before, he also had the title of the ancient thirty-six canal marshal. This person chose It is the Qu Shuai name of the former Jizhou Department, named Sili.

The old man noticed that the owner of the museum paused, then nodded, and walked forward.

He seemed to hear the name of a long-lost friend, and said softly:

Sili...

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Taiping Dao used to be one of the most righteous methods in China. Many monks, even if they have practiced the quick method and some evil ways, their skills are not weak. Raising their hands and raising their talismans, they rushed towards Wei Yuan one after another with flames and thunder. Recognizing that he was also a monk of the Taiping Dao, he rushed over aggressively.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

He is too familiar with these spells.

These people were only at the stage of raising their hands to draw them, and he had already recognized the types of these spells.

When they cast the spell, Wei Yuan had already avoided the spell's trajectory in advance.

The so-called runes are the words of the heart.

His intentions were not correct, and he could not uphold sincerity. The spells he cast did not have the means of real peace. On the outside, Wei Yuan clearly walked calmly and approached step by step, but those spells could not cause him any harm at all.

Or he paused his footsteps and avoided the thunder, or he looked calm, and the wind and fire swept through him and flew past him.

The more he understated it, the more flustered the Taiping Dao monks became.

The mind cannot be stable, and it is difficult for the magical powers to exert their due effects.

This is a quick way, not cultivating the Tao but only cultivating skills. At this time, the problem of xinxing is fully exposed.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, a Taiping Dao cultivator had run out of talismans, gritted his teeth, pulled out a short spear, mustered his strength, covered the blade of the spear with a stream of apricot-yellow mana, and stabbed at Wei Yuan's heart. Go, growl in your mouth.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and grabbed the gun blade three inches below the blade.

With only a slight shock, the cultivator's palms were numb, and he couldn't hold the weapon, and the short spear involuntarily lifted up.

Stop the other incoming swords.

Wei Yuan let go of his right hand that was clasping the weapon, and smashed his arms and elbows across the chest of the Taipingdao monk, without restraining his strength at all. passed out.

The gun fell naturally and was grabbed by Wei Yuan's right hand. The blade whistled low and low, even though it was a short gun, but when Wei Yuan stepped forward, the tip of the gun suddenly stabbed forward, and a bloody killing intent spread across the face. The faces of several monks were pale, and their movements of casting spells froze, and they were immediately thrown away by short spears.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, with the short spear in his hand stabbing, slashing, or drawing, opening and closing, the skills of the Overlord's marksmanship were still used in it, and this time the Overlord's spear was completely different from the marksmanship shown before.

In terms of similarity in skills, it is not even as good as the Overlord Spear learned before.

But if both are displayed at the same time.

On the contrary, the marksmanship used at this moment is more realistic.

Because the Overlord Spear was originally not a move learned by the martial arts of later generations, how to use each move, but a means used to fight indulgently on the battlefield. At this moment, it finally dawned on me that I have never really experienced the battlefield, and I have not really been in the troubled times. Among them, learning how to look like it is nothing more than painting a tiger and learning to paint skin.

After fighting on the battlefield, the marksmanship has a skeleton, so there is no need to follow the rules one by one.

A tiger never fails.

With a skeleton, even if the marksmanship is poor, it is like when painting a tiger, even if it is thin and bony, it is still a ferocious tiger that wants to choose and devour. The Taiping methods used by the monks are all based on the essential techniques of Taiping, and Wei Yuan knows them well.

For a moment, it was clear that dozens of people rushed to kill one person, but they were scattered by that person in the opposite direction.

The Taipingdao monk named Sili saw the corners of his eyes jumping.

The murderous spirit of military strategists has a restraining effect on Taoism.

But where did this man's evil spirit, which almost seemed to come from an ancient battlefield, come from?

Can the almost informatized way of the modern battlefield breed this kind of momentum?

In a trance, he almost had an illusion that the person in front of him was not a modern monk. This was clearly the last general of the Yellow Turban Army who rushed out from the Yellow Turban battlefield just now.

The mana flowed, and the true spirit woke up.

Seeing the other party approaching, 'Sili' shouted, and struck out the talismans one after another. His cultivation base is orthodox practice, a hundred days to build a foundation, ten years to cultivate the heart and mind, step by step to breathe out what he has cultivated, so it is an essential technique of peace The orthodox way, but it seems to be a joke, the more orthodox the Taiping monks, the more restrained they seem to be.

He almost felt that any of his magical powers had been directly seen through.

Even if I deliberately changed the rhythm of the spell, it was still the same.

Sili almost felt aggrieved to the point of going crazy and going crazy.

This is not the same as fighting against those who are stronger than themselves, but a kind of aggrieved and panic of being suppressed in all directions. When a lightning spell is invalid again, it is easily avoided and falls to the ground, bombarding the ground When the scorched black marks appeared, 'Si Li' finally couldn't bear the anxiety, gritted his teeth, and backed away quickly.

A series of talismans floated.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, moved the five fingers of his right hand one by one, and closed the spear.

There seemed to be a familiar and distant voice in my ear.

'Little guy, you are always so weak, but it doesn't matter, the battlefield is different from one-on-one competition, simple moves may not be useless, you follow me to learn. '

The man was holding a gun and lying down.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, even though he was holding the gun with one hand, his strength was cohesive.

He narrowed his eyes and paused slightly.

Then he stepped forward.

Raising his hand, following the movement of the heroic man in his memory, the short spear pierced through history and memory, following the same trajectory and piercing fiercely, like fighting side by side across two thousand years. Young Yuan didn't understand, but Wei Yuan did. It can be seen that the so-called simple movements are clearly the condensed efforts of a veteran who galloped on the battlefield at the end of Han Dynasty.

The evil spirit that belongs to the cold weapon battlefield hits the face.

Si Li's expression froze instantly.

The short spear pierced through the talisman in an instant.

Then it directly pierced his body. The sudden burst of evil spirit almost stunned his brain, but under the influence of Taoism, his body instinctively made him deviate from the fatal point. First, there was a feeling of numbness, followed by almost The pain of tearing his body apart made Si Li's whole thoughts stunned.

He coughed up blood, stumbled back.

Wei Yuan drew out his short gun.

With Si Li's morality and ten years of painstakingly practicing Taiping essentials, it is enough to rule the roost and become famous in one place. Strictly speaking, it can even be said that it must be higher than Wei Yuan regardless of other factors.

But he is a Taiping Dao disciple after all.

But here, after all, is Guangzong City.

But in Wei Yuan's hand, after all, he was holding the nine-section staff.

Sili coughed up blood and backed away. A talisman appeared in his hand at some point. He spat out the talisman with his blood and turned it into a red mist. Then three sticks of incense sticks slipped from his cuffs. He shook his hands and ignited it.

The sky and the earth are pale and yellow, the Dao is peaceful, the gods of the three realms, the five emperors are welcome, and the disciple Sili, according to the order of my heavenly master of the Taiping Dao, summon the yellow scarf warriors, come quickly to protect the Dharma, call the yellow scarf warriors, come quickly to protect the real people!!!

The body-protecting magic spell of the yellow-turban warriors is one of the most common magical powers passed down in this era in the Taiping Dao.

Because of the influence of Taoism, in other words, the Ministry of Taiping was originally Taoist orthodox.

Naturally, in this curse, one must pray to the true spirit of the first teacher who created the law, and then he can mobilize the magic power of heaven and earth, sow beans into the art of war, and the yellow scarf warrior's body protection spell is the most commonly used method for the true cultivation of Taiping Dao. It has saved the lives of Si Li many times. But this time, the prayer talisman that was supposed to soar into heaven and earth, to the patriarch, changed.

The ancient talisman and the three incense sticks pointed straight ahead without hesitation.

Sili's expression slowly froze, and an expression that could hardly be described in words appeared on his face.

He raised his head stiffly and looked forward, looking at the short-haired young man wearing a button-up jacket and holding a nine-stalked staff. Two voices appeared in Wei Yuan's ears, one was vague and distant, and the other was the voice of the Si Li in front of him. What I said was extremely clear, and they were all saying, I am under the order of the Heavenly Master of the Taiping Dao.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and suddenly thought that the history of Daozang was almost just a one-sentence record.

The protection spell of the yellow turban warrior.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, it appeared in the world, and the view of no sect was widely circulated.

The Taoism of the past dynasties has been continuously improved, and each has its own strengths.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion...

The Yellow Turban Rebellion, after.

Wei Yuan was stunned, feeling empty in his heart.

It seems, teacher, I didn't seem to disappoint you...

Even if, in my whole life, I only left this curse.

He looked at Si Li, and there was no doubt that the yellow turban warrior who had rescued the latter many times did not come out this time, and even the talisman stopped burning neatly, as if the patriarch directly accepted the edict talisman qualification.

'Sili' had a sense of absurdity and horror in his heart.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, held a nine-segment staff, and pointed it in the void, then paused, and suddenly drew a horizontal stroke, and even raised a talisman in the air.

It seemed to hear the young Taoist pointing softly.

'The so-called runes are the words of the heart. If you uphold Chicheng, you can become a law. '

'There are no rules in the Tao, you have to remember, you keep this talisman for protection...'

He holds a nine-striped staff.

Sili saw the secret text of the nine-jointed staff swimming around, and saw the back of the young man in front of him, which was illusory but seemed real. It was clear that there was another young Taoist priest who was playing the talisman at the same time.

The boy's cheeks were a bit fat, and he had two dimples when he smiled.

Both real and illusory, one real and one false, Wei Yuan's voice paused when he raised the nine-section staff at the same time. gas.

Back then, Zhang Jiao was just a sentence.

He said—

Thunder, call!!!

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Accompanied by the magnificent thunder, almost the entire Guangzong people paused subconsciously. They subconsciously raised their heads and saw a place that was not too far away. The violent thunder fell heartily, and the nine knots in Wei Yuan's hands The rod was scorching hot, and the secret texts emitted light.

It was as if this divine weapon was also longing for this scene to appear.

It was as if he had been looking forward to it for a thousand years.

With the help of the remaining fire of the yellow scarf and the Nine Scepters of Taiping, the thunder spell that appeared this time directly blasted down and covered a considerable area. It was almost not thunder, but a thunderstorm, turning the ground into scorched black, and The many Taiping Dao monks who were within the coverage of the spell, because of Wei Yuan's restraint, were only in a coma, and only suffered serious or worse injuries, but did not die.

And Qu Shuai Sili, one of the leaders of the evil cultivators of the Taiping Dao.

When faced with this spell, in the end he didn't dodge or evade, but instead had the heart to snatch the nine-stalk stick.

In the end, he encountered the most violent thunder fire and died on the spot.

Wei Yuan was silent, and turned around with the nine-stalk stick in his hand. In any case, this time was regarded as a clean-up.

It's just that this is not enough, at least he wants to get back the volume of Taiping essentials, and pass down the inheritance of Taiping Dao again. He thought about it and walked back, because holding the nine-section staff, his own way is extremely suitable for this thing, Being blessed by this place again, he faintly heard the illusory sound of praying at the altar of Taoism.

'...I am General Tiangong, the current Lord of Taiping, and I am ordered by my Heavenly Master of the Taiping Dao...'

Wei Yuan paused slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, whispered casually, then lightly tapped the ground with the nine-segment staff in his hand, and walked towards the people in the Tianshi Mansion. Just now, in the lingering rhyme of the vast thunder power, he couldn't extricate himself.

Lin Shouyi's eyes were full of horror.

Lin Li and the others did not have the insight of an old man, they just stared at this peer with disbelief, envy and admiration in their eyes.

Wei Yuan is holding a nine-segment staff, he is not ready to handle this thing yet.

When will the teacher's orthodoxy be reopened, and the Ministry of Taiping will return to the position of three holes and four assistants...it will be possible.

Shen Xiao Zong He Yangwen stared at the ground ravaged by thunderstorms, his expression was calm and dazed, and he seemed to start to doubt himself, unable to recover for a long time, Lin Li murmured: Master Wei, what are you doing? He is actually good at Leifa...

Wei Yuan replied: It's not me, it's the power of the nine-section staff, and it's the last wish left behind by the one hundred thousand yellow scarves obsession.

My own power is just one of them.

Zhao Jianbai's thoughts slowly recovered, he stared at the nine-stalk stick in Wei Yuan's hand, and couldn't help whispering:

This is the Nine Scepters of Taiping that can rival the male and female dragon and tiger swords...

Lin Shouyi stared at Wei Yuan. He was an elder of the Shang Qingzong. His disciples didn't know it, but he knew very well that even magic weapons such as the Dragon and Tiger Sword and the Jade Book of the Gods were conceived at this level, and even stronger than this. Not everyone can mobilize their own power, there is, but whether it can be used is another matter.

Wei Yuan held the Taiping Nine-section Staff with both hands and handed it over.

Subconsciously, Lin Shouyi took half a step back, raised his hands, and solemnly received the stick.

But other thoughts appeared in my mind. This matter is of great importance. After Xu De wants to go back, I am afraid that he will have to mention it to everyone in Zhengyi and Tianshi. Maybe... maybe this thing of Taiping Road should not stay in Tianshi government.

And for some reason, he always had a strange feeling in his heart.

Even the nine-section staff was left in Tianshi Mansion.

As long as the young man beckons, maybe this ancient magic weapon will directly rush to the past across the mountains and seas.

A seal cannot seal a magic weapon of this level.

He suppressed this thought and took the nine-stalk stick.

Slightly startled.

There was scorching air rising from the nine-section staff, which made his palms tingle slightly, and he lowered his body slightly. The nine-section staff seemed to become heavier. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and immediately judged the situation. It's not my own illusion.

The nine-stalked staff became heavy.

It seems that there are more existences that cannot be detected by the naked eye.

The nine-jointed stick struggled faintly in Lin Shouyi's hands, and the secret text flowed rapidly on it, almost coming alive, struggling instinctively.

Wei Yuan tapped the nine-section staff lightly with his fingers, and said softly, Be quiet.

The secret text on the nine-section staff froze for a moment, and then it became very obediently quiet.

Wei Yuan looked at Lin Shouyi and said softly:

... Thank you.

Lin Shouyi replied subconsciously: Master Wei, don't worry, we will naturally protect you.

His voice paused slightly, and he had the feeling of a parent entrusting his child to a private teacher for the time being, and the feeling that the nine-stalk stick was only kept in the Tianshi Mansion for a short time, and he had to take good care of it, and his expression was faintly strange.

The troubles here naturally have to contact the members of the special operations team to take over the responsibility. Wei Yuan exhausted himself a lot, and sat in the car with his eyes closed to rest. He Yangwen, a disciple of the Shen Xiaozong who was silent next to him, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help but say:

Master Wei, who are you...

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought for a while, and replied:

deep.

Wei Yuan.

Right now, I'm just a museum owner with a bookstore next to it, so I can go and sit when I have time.

If you like flowers, I have a friend whose flowers are very good. If I recommend you to go, you should be able to get a discount.

He paused slightly, thought seriously, and added another sentence:

should……

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Far away, on the bottom of the sea, far from the world and the cities, the Great War of the Extraordinary Worlds is taking place.

This is a recognized rule for practitioners, especially in China, and it is not allowed to affect ordinary people. The Taoist Master of the Taiping Dao single-handedly dragged down two true practitioners of the same level, stirring up the seabed. broken.

A monk of the Taiping Dao, who is good at flying sand and walking stones, can cast beans into soldiers, summon wind and rain, thunder and lightning are all his strengths. After all, he once served as three caves and four assistants, and was listed in the Seven Parts of Yuwei. He is the most orthodox true cultivator. The opponent is a member of the Shang Qingzong.

This time it was about the Nine Scepters, and both sides had a tacit understanding to restrain each other.

The technique of the Taoist master of the Taiping way has been almost broken by the Yinshui thunder method.

With no fear on his face, he raised his hand and raised the talisman.

True Taiping Dao monks are never afraid of one-to-many, but seeing his actions, the two true cultivators on the opposite side are also on guard for a moment. The Taiping Dao Taoist muttered the magic spell of the Yellow Turban Warriors for body protection, and finally formed a magic seal, sipping in a low voice:

...I am General Tiangong, the current Lord of Taiping, and I have received the order of my Taiping Taoist Heavenly Master.

Call the warriors of the yellow turban, come and protect the Dharma quickly, call the warriors of the yellow turban, come and protect the real man quickly!

All the surrounding ancient talismans spontaneously ignited in the water.

Nature forms the altar.

This means that more than ten yellow scarf warriors will be summoned.

And from the perspective of mana fluctuations, the character will not be low.

The two people on the opposite side had the intention of retreating, but at this moment, those talismans were stagnant, no longer burning, and the altar collapsed. The majestic backlash exploded directly.

The majestic mana almost caused the sea to overturn and surge.

The Daoist of Taiping spat out blood in an instant, half kneeling on the ground.

then,

Accompanied by the mana track that originally connected the heaven and the earth with the mantra.

A flat and indifferent voice fell from the sky.

Not allowed.

? ? ? !

The Daoist of Taiping Taoist clutched his chest, his face full of disbelief.

This was originally a place for fighting, but at this moment it suddenly became dead silent.

Only the waves rolled up by mana are endless, only the plain voice gradually fades away, and finally it seems that the murmur does not exist.

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After finally arranging the next thing, the car started again.

Then curator Wei, what do you have in your museum?

Well, in fact, most of them are fakes, and the rest are made by myself.

...Is that so...it's a pity.

PS: Today's first update... a little late~ 5,600 words~

Thanks to Su Bingye's leader, thank you very much~