Museum of Demons

The dark and cramped room makes people breathless.

Even the sunlight coming in through the white paper covering the windows is drowsy.

Tian Chenzi woke up in a daze.

He operated the exercises secretly, and used his pure yang power to forcibly wear away the blockade that was blessed on his body. It didn't know how long it had passed. With the consumption of mana, he finally broke free from the last blockade.

The old Taoist took a long breath.

He quickly stood up, moved his hands and feet, swung his arms vigorously, and his face twitched.

Hiss...it's numb, numb, numb to death.

But he kept one movement for too long, and he was directly numb.

After finally recovering his strength, he finally had to take it off, even Tian Chenzi heaved a sigh of relief.

Since half a month ago, after he noticed the strange roar of the tiger in the mountains, he secretly investigated. If it was an ordinary monk, he might not be able to gain anything, but who is he? However, he managed to touch the place abruptly, and finally found that Zhao Xiu was transformed by a demon.

It's a pity that the demon's Taoism is too advanced, even if it is him, he can't send it out and let it go. I just don't know why the demon didn't kill himself, but just sealed it and threw it here. The old Taoist himself only has time to eat every day Can barely wake up.

That is to say, he has lived for more than a hundred years, and he has seen a lot of heresy methods, and knows some unorthodox, but effective methods of breaking the ban.

Otherwise, change to a well-known and decent Taoist priest, and I will really confess.

But even so, after holding back for such a long time, the old Taoist felt that he was almost belching here, and the old man looked at himself with only his underwear left, and felt aggrieved, that tiger The essence is too stingy, so it's fine to let it go, even the old Taoist priest's signature patchwork robe was pulled away.

I've never been so embarrassing in my life.

If it wasn't for him still in the old school style, wearing an undershirt, why don't he just take off his buttocks?

The corner of Tian Chenzi's mouth twitched.

If he really wants to get to that field, he doesn't need others to do it, he will kill himself.

Finally he recovered from meditation, the old man raised his eyes and saw bloodstains everywhere in the room, saw the human skins wearing Taoist robes, and looked at the statues of the ancestors of the past generations who still looked pure, with a faint expression on his face. Especially seeing my friends among them, I feel melancholy and unspeakable.

This is the Patriarch Hall of Baiyun Temple.

The cleanest place, the dirtiest place.

The old man sighed, got up and was about to go out, and inform the action team of the situation here.

At this time, he felt a pang of regret.

I knew I had brought the whole phone with me.

But when I opened the door, I could see through the crack of the door that there were not even a single tourist in the side hall where there were at least a few people coming and going. Only those Taoists who had already died were still coming and going, and one of them was carrying a food box. After walking, the old Taoist reached out to touch it, and then remembered that the Taoist robe was gone, and the charm was naturally gone.

Right now, his mana is seriously depleted, and he doesn't have copper coins, swords, peach wood swords, charms, wine pots, precious jade, or gossip mirrors. In his current state, if he attracts too many ghosts and Taoists, he may not end well. He immediately turned around and planned to hide. After being banned, it's hard to hide her anger.

I was suffering from a headache, and it wasn't just that I used too much force when breaking the ban, or that I didn't place it properly. When the ghost Taoist pushed the door and entered, those Taoists wearing Taoist robes and sitting cross-legged Suddenly tilted, no matter where it was placed, it fell towards the old Taoist priest.

When the old man was caught off guard, he was crushed and lay down.

The filthy breath covered the mouth and nose, and the strong dead air covered the vitality.

Tian Chenzi's eyes widened, and he saw that the person covering him was his friend from his youth. He saw that he was already human skin, but there were blood and tears at the corners of his eyes, and his face was filled with sorrow and hatred, as if he was staring at him, as if he was saying What, the old Taoist sighed speechlessly, closed his eyes, and let these human skin Taoists cover up his vitality.

Those who give food and drink are just ordinary ghosts.

I only know how to complete the behavior mechanically, I don't have the ability to detect it, and I don't have the guts to touch the things here.

Leave after putting down the food box.

After the ghost left, the old Taoist pushed away the Taoist who was pressing on him indiscriminately, panted heavily, and sat on the ground. After a while, he straightened his friend upright. Seeing the expressions on the faces of the dead Taoists, he was forced to change his mind. The tranquility and peace of the world became miserable, the old Taoist fell silent for a while, looked outside, and said to himself:

The demonic aura is soaring to the sky, but it is also majestic and majestic.

This monster is about to become a thing.

He turned his head to look at the patriarch of Baiyun Temple, and looked at the Taoists who had only human skin left after death, and said: In such a situation, I can't just walk away. There are no ordinary people outside. It seems that it is an action. The group and Daomen found out that this place is wrong, so we can open the altar, let’s try it.”

But it's hard for a clever woman to cook without rice. At least the method needs an altar and a talisman. Right now there is no good wood to make an altar, no yellow paper, no cinnabar, and no talisman. If you really want to, come and help me.

The old Taoist priest earnestly bowed to the room full of dead Taoist priests.

He looks up.

There was no reaction in front of me.

Just laughing at himself, before turning around, he suddenly heard a crackling sound, like a thunderbolt angry.

Originally arranged neatly, the patriarch tablets made of the above-mentioned red sandalwood overturned and fell to the ground. They were only a little over one meter high, but all these tablets were smashed, and the statues of the patriarchs emerged one by one. Some of the cracks are arms, some are the heart, and there are talismans buried inside.

It is the foundation of Baiyun Temple's fundamental Taoism and the foundation of nourishing yin gods and horses.

And the eyes of those dead Taoists were filled with blood and tears.

Seeing this scene, the old Taoist opened his mouth, thinking that the Taoist Baiyun Temple used magic to make money and practice Taoism before, but now he wants to use this collected thing to subdue demons, shook his head and sighed:

Taoist also.

Don't look at the blue and purple brocade clothes, don't look at the delicacies and jade dishes.

Let's split open the tablet to make an altar, and shed blood and tears to form a talisman.

Let's take your talisman as a ceremony.

How can I get rid of the shackles? There is a net in the world, and a net in fame and fortune. You are dead, but you have a pure mind to subdue demons.

He sighed and felt sad, but he let out a sense of pride from the bottom of his heart, saluted and said:

Since this is the case, the old Taoist will use this century-old Taoism to accompany fellow Taoists for the last time, the altar of the Qingwei Conquering Demons and Conquering Saints.

……………………

Wei Yuan stared at the painted skin of an old Taoist priest in front of him, and realized that he had made a mistake.

I just guessed whether the old Taoist priest was safe or not, and whether his life was in danger.

But it didn't count where the old Taoist priest is now and what state he is in.

This is because he already knew that the old man was in Baiyun Temple before, so there was a blind spot in his thinking, and he didn't have time to think about it. It was just a ghost in front of him, but he couldn't guarantee that the tiger would not know, and he couldn't guarantee that the tiger would not know. Will not take the initiative to kill.

Immediately restraining his mind, the edge of the sword in his hand trembled.

Directly cut horizontally, and chopped off the painted skin ghost, the sword was cold, the painted skin shattered into white papers, and fell to the sky, but Wei Yuan was surprised in his heart, his appearance was nothing, what about the clothes of this ghost? They are so textured, as if they are real.

Before he had time to think about it, Wei Yuan slashed across the body with the blade of his right hand.

The left hand points together to draw symbols in the void.

The flames were soaring, and the ghost old Taoist, including the patchwork Taoist robe, was directly burned into fly ashes.

Wei Yuan flew out of the window and landed on the ground.

There was complete silence.

Taoist priests wearing Baiyun Taoist robes stood behind him, with their arms hanging down, their faces wrinkled as the wind blew past, and they stared at Wei Yuan expressionlessly.

Holding the sword, Wei Yuan let out a breath.

He is no longer the original situation where he will be killed by multiple painting slaves in the photo of Yuelu.

All through the week.

Stepping forward suddenly, he applied the subtleties of the martial arts of the generals on the battlefield to the eight-faced Han sword in his hand. Will rush into the enemy's siege.

Warlord-style swordplay.

Accompanied by Taiping Dao spells, you can cast them as you like.

However, after a dozen or so breaths, he forcibly made a passage in the encirclement. Seeing from a distance that the barrier was about to open, Wei Yuan had no choice but to fight and retreat outside. A moment of suspicion flashed in my heart.

Since these Taoists are ghosts of tigers, why tigers don't show up, and the strength of these ghosts does not meet the level of the legend of tigers, that is the source of the title tiger.

Is it because the tiger's strength has dropped sharply after abandoning his identity?

After all, he himself is the land of Yan Han, and the so-called land is not really orthodox.

This is the reason why real practitioners don't care much about these lands that will fall with the rise and fall of the dynasty.

Or the story from before?

Thinking of Tiger's past, Wei Yuan suspected that Tiger was still in the midst of painful choices, which led to his current state, but for some reason, there was a trace of strangeness in his heart that could not be ignored. Breaking out of this encirclement, and finally stepping on a high place, Yufeng is tens of meters away with a single leap.

At present, all the tourists in Baiyun Temple have been evacuated.

The enchantment is about to fully unfold.

A real cultivator has already taken the ancient talismans that were suppressed in the Yingtianfu Action Group, and held an altar handed down in the past, specially restraining the existence of earth and the like. Wei Yuan's body is like flying lightning. A layer of streamer that cannot be seen by the naked eye swept across.

Like a huge hood, it covered the Baiyun Temple and even half of the mountain.

Those ghosts and Taoists who had already died hit the cover, and there were burn marks on their bodies. Accompanied by green smoke, there was a chi chi chi chi sound, but they still didn't know whether they were dead or alive, and crazily charged the sealing barrier.

Wei Yuan looked at Baiyun Temple with complicated emotions.

I don't know if the old Taoist is okay, and I don't know where the old Taoist is now.

Is it trapped, or is it smart enough to get out of it early based on past experience?

Someone brought Wei Yuan to a safe place, and a woman with a soft face and gentle expression said, Master Wei, thank you for your help, huh? Are you injured? Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw a sword on his arm Hen, with one enemy outnumbered, forcibly rushed into the formation, and he was not a monk who cultivated his physique like Yuanjue, so he naturally lost the lottery without using his hole cards.

She said, Come over here, and I'll deal with it for you.

Wei Yuan asked, Spell?

The woman was surprised, then pursed her lips and smiled: No.

She said seriously, It's a first aid kit.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and immediately watched the soft-faced woman take out a first-aid kit with dragon and tiger patterns, treat Wei Yuan's wound, spray some disinfectant medicine, and then wrap it up with a bandage. This is a short-lived frontline command center, Everyone knew that the young man in front of him was taking risks for this action.

Wei Yuan looked at the screen in front of him and said, What will we do next?

A liaison officer replied: We will use more firepower than before to cover the mountain with saturated firepower. Don't worry, the precision of our modern technology has confirmed that if you hit his left arm, he won't turn his right leg. In fact, we don’t plan to, and it’s actually very difficult to flatten this mountain.”

Even if it does, the residual impact will make the surrounding area uninhabitable.

Then, the true cultivators of the Heavenly Master's Mansion have also prepared the Five Thunder Technique, which will be performed at the same time.

There is a dedicated altar to weaken the tiger's strength.

Moreover………

One by one preparations have been made, and it can be felt that this time the importance of the tiger has been raised to an unprecedented level. In the current state of the tiger, there should be no problem, and it will be dealt with directly.

From the display screen, Wei Yuan saw that after one order after another was issued, modern technology armed with artillery, and even specialized missiles, rushed towards the mountain where Baiyun Temple is located, while the previous ghosts rushed to the mountain where Baiyun Temple was located. A wave of individual firepower poured down, and they collapsed and died.

At the foot of the mountain, there are members of the special operations team and soldiers of the Shenji Battalion forming a defensive line.

In order to avoid fish that slip through the net.

This time, there is no doubt that he has made up his mind, and it is absolutely impossible to let the tiger escape.

But for some reason, Wei Yuan always had a feeling that something was wrong, a faint worry. With the order to agree and fire, his spirit shook slightly. From the screen, he saw the second round of firepower pouring out, and the power of modern technology was in full swing. Explosion, this is a magnificence that is completely different from the age of the gods and practitioners.

Wei Yuan looked a little absent-minded.

Then, a layer of streamer rose from the Baiyun Temple, did not forcefully resist, but swept across the sky with a special trajectory, and then, the sound of violent explosions exploded continuously, but it did not fall on the Baiyun Temple, but The sky above the Baiyun Temple exploded above the mountain range.

A large number of flames rose in the air, vast and magnificent.

The barrier became the recipient of the greatest impact and began to crumble.

This scene is clearly displayed in everyone's eyes. A large number of flames are blooming like flowers, and the view of white clouds under the firelight, shrouded in crimson shadows, has huge tension and impact. The body of the person passing the order is frozen. Looking at this scene with wide eyes, after a long time, not just someone murmured:

The missile intercepted the trajectory, and the gunpowder detonated in advance?

It uses power to build an enchantment similar to the missile interception trajectory?

This... is this a monster?!

This is something never seen before.

Dense cold sweat appeared on the foreheads of the action team members who had had enough experience and confidence before.

It was like suddenly entering a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

Wei Yuan's pupils shrank slightly, and he suddenly remembered what Jue said to himself with a smile when he was painting oil paintings earlier, Because I have lived for a long time, so I can learn things quickly, the tiger also lived for a long time. The magnificence of modern technology is because it is the power that everyone can participate in and is most closely connected with the times, and this also means that if the demons only want, they can also learn and master this power.

Missiles, rocket launchers, are all powerful enough.

But it is also a dead object. Since it can be intercepted by technological means, then magic can also do it.

However, would a tiger who would indulge in the past, have such a strong mind, learn and master modern knowledge in a short period of time, would he know how to use mana to build an intercepting enchantment?

Wei Yuan instinctively thought about what the tiger did, and his thoughts froze slightly.

Suddenly, he realized one thing. After the tiger got out of trouble, he only did three things, breaking the seal, leaving, and practicing. Yuan himself had a huge misunderstanding in his understanding of the tiger——

The stories he knew were told by the old man.

It is the old man, not the tiger, who is still wallowing in past grievances!

It is the past, not the present, that makes the choice painful!

tread,

tread,

tread--

The sound of quiet footsteps sounded again and again.

A man in black came out of Baiyun Temple slowly, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes. He was wearing a modern black hoodie and a denim jacket. He had neat short hair and even had a pendant on his right ear. Slowly raised his head, watching the firepower of the bombardment increase again.

The five fingers slowly clasped together, and the second artillery coverage was completely intercepted before it reached the effective range.

But at this moment, the dharma altar that had been built to suppress the ground collapsed directly.

Dozens of true practitioners presiding over the altar coughed up blood.

For some reason, they encountered a huge backlash, and the ancient talismans passed down in the Han Dynasty were directly torn apart.

But at this time, an indescribable, throbbing coercion overflowed, and a new enchantment was generated inside and spread outward. The members of the action team who were originally at the foot of the mountain suddenly found that they could not control their emotions. The body suddenly had instinctive panic and throbbing.

The sudden change caused everyone to lose their ability to think for a short time, and the enemy's change far exceeded their expectations. The soft-faced woman watched the ancient talismans passed down from generation to generation lose their light, and subconsciously murmured: How is it possible, isn't it a land only? How could the land in the Han Dynasty not be affected?

He is a tiger, but he is no longer a land...

The woman subconsciously looked at the museum owner who was speaking.

Wei Yuan stared closely at the tiger on the screen.

The land is only born because of the fate of the country, it is strong because of the fate of the country, and it will collapse because of the weakness of the fate of the country.

Once it is ordered to be a land only.

It's like being branded.

Impossible to change.

Unless he has completely abandoned his past.

Unless he crosses the bondage of the earth only to himself by himself, and gives up everything.

Unless Yan Han's luck is still spreading in this land, and the connection with the vertical mark between his eyebrows has become his current foundation.

Unless he directly cuts off enough divinity remaining in the beads, and contains them all.

Don't be trapped in your heart, don't be chaotic in your actions, don't be entangled in the past, and don't indulge in grievances.

Buddhism and Taoism blend together.

Cutting off three thousand troubles is false, but one thought in my heart is the true spirit.

This is no longer a land conferred by the royal dynasty.

Yan Han is dead.

It's a god, a god.

God? !

People who heard this sentence lost their minds. The gods canonized by the dynasty and the real gods are completely two concepts. One is the existence that accompanied the demise of the dynasty, and the other is the myth of the same life as Shenzhou. At this time , They suddenly realized one thing, that is, people in China will have a misunderstanding.

Misunderstanding that the gods are all benevolent.

actually not.

The woman who bandaged Wei Yuan finally came to her senses and asked again.

But he didn't see the figure standing beside him.

……………………

At the foot of the mountain, the monks who were originally guarding against the ghosts suddenly lost the ability to control themselves. They could only watch the tiger who looked like a handsome man walking step by step. As he walked, the entire mountain range where the Baiyun Temple was located turned into another existence.

With the power of the gods, open up your own heaven and earth.

Eventually, they despair to see themselves enmeshed in it.

Gods, even weak gods, are gods.

There was a dead silence, and the courage briefly lost the brilliance it should have had at this moment. Unlike the earth, the monks would also encounter the backlash of heaven and earth, fear, hesitation, and the natural suppression when facing the gods.

In the dead silence, only one person still has the ability to move.

The sound of footsteps was like the sound of low-pitched war drums, suddenly exploding.

A figure lowered its body, like an arrow from a string, piercing through the stiff crowd and rushing into the barrier created by the tiger itself. Seeing this scene, the liaison officer at the back subconsciously said, Master Wei! ?!

Is he crazy? !

At this moment.

The deep sword cry was like a dragon chant.

Wei Yuan pointed and swept away, but before the person arrived, a stream of red light tore and screamed, cutting past him first.

That was Zhang Daoling's dharma sword, which seemed to cut through nothingness.

Several monks who were intimidated by the coercion in the barrier were able to break free.

Then, Wei Yuan suddenly stepped forward, paused slightly, clasped the shoulder of the last injured person with his left hand, twisted his body, exerted strength, his left arm was soft, as if embracing a baby, the wind turned and sent it out, while his right hand held the sword in a swift and fierce manner cut out.

The sword sounded heartily.

Several people who were trapped fell out.

Regardless of worrying about himself, he turned his head suddenly, and then Qiqi lost his mind, seeing that the man actually stopped the man who looked like a god and a demon. In an instant, two Han-made war swords collided quickly here, bursting out continuously The stern sword cry.

Tiger said slowly: It's you...

Hidden between Wei Yuan's brows, the water god's edict that he had discussed with Wu Zhiqi last night dissipated, and he clearly recalled in his mind the scene that the young Taoist once showed him, cutting off the dragon's veins, and at this moment, maybe he will cut off the dragon's veins too. Once, cut off the luck bestowed by Liu Xiu on the tiger, and cut off the altar that the tiger himself forged...

Teacher, I hope I haven't forgotten.

Wei Yuan's palm was numb from the shock, but the long sword in his palm did not retreat at all.

The eyes overflowed with gold because of the sudden surge of ancient divinity. This time, as a celestial master of the Taiping Dao, he controlled the power as wanton as the ancient Huai River, and his eyes finally turned into gold.

Amidst the passionate clash of swords, he and the tiger moved back almost at the same time to distance themselves.

The tiger who finally surpassed the self-myth looked at the crouching tiger that had accompanied many legends.

Wei Yuan's palm trembled slightly.

At this moment, he noticed the low momentum behind him, and he also understood what it would be like for modern humans to first come into contact with the gods who should disappear in the age of gods. Without the edict given to him by Zhiqi, the power is constantly passing away. He needs help from these people. Need to break their fear and remind them of something other than the fact that 'the gods are not all benevolent'.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and let out a little breath.

So those people saw that the young-looking pavilion owner hung the low-pitched and roaring Crouching Tiger Commander on his waist.

Seeing the eight-faced Han sword in his hand against the ground, he spoke in a low voice, his voice was calm and calm, and he said:

The tiger was originally an earth, and later became a god. He has tasted blood sacrifices, and he will do things recklessly, causing harm to the world.

The voice paused slightly.

Then, there was a flat and quiet voice.

Crouching Tiger Wei Yuan, come and kill him.

China is the only place in the world that has such a misunderstanding.

All gods are benevolent.

That's because, on this ancient land, throughout the ages, there has been Zhuanxu who has the power to conquer the heavens, King Yu who ruled the waters and punished the gods, and Shihuang who ruled the world and ruled the country. That's because the evil gods have all been killed!

Cut down mountains and destroy temples!

PS: Today's update, 6,700 words, so what, it's two in one...

It seems that I can't write about the outbreak of conflict today, rubbing my eyebrows. Every time I write about closing lines and slightly larger plots, I feel like a waste (smoking)

Gan, how did those people write so well? Is there no upper limit to their growth rate? (Cat holding a car holding a wrench.JPG)