Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan walked calmly, but the wind was blowing under his feet, and his speed was not slow at all.

It took a while for Shui Gui and Qi's soldiers to catch up with them. When they looked up, they saw Wei Yuan's face. The smile and gentleness when he was facing the pear tree just now had disappeared completely, and his expression could not be described. How cold, but there is no smile.

When Wei Yuan stopped.

The water ghost realized that he had arrived at the gate of the prison.

In other words, this is a prison specially prepared by the Special Operations Group for those practitioners who disturb the order of the Divine State. Those who are imprisoned are not ordinary people, but those evil monks who have not yet been dealt with, as well as monsters in the form of monsters.

The materials used outside are the latest technology, mixed with spirit stone techniques.

If the cultivation base cannot reach a certain level, it will be impossible to break through this layer of walls. Even if it is a close-range bombing with powerful firearms, there will be no problem. The two ghosts were hesitating, but they saw Wei Yuan just walking in there lightly. There is no response to defensive measures and spells.

The foundation of Wei Yuan's illusion comes from Wuzhiqi's residual divinity.

Might not be able to pry with much force.

But the level of its nature itself is quite high.

Ordinary means of detecting illusions can't see through his illusion foundation from the age of gods.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to open the umbrella, and the water ghost and war spirit flew into it as a wisp of water vapor. This was a gift they had received after receiving the order of the water king, and they were no longer ordinary ghosts, but more positive Divinely only.

The water ghost muttered: What are you doing in this prison?

Wei Yuan's voice was flat: Come and see a 'person'.

people?

The one who died.

Wei Yuan stopped in front of a cell.

The iron door at the door of the cell was connected with high-voltage electricity. Even a monk, as long as he had not practiced the Vajra, it would be difficult to escape from this door. There was an old man sitting in the cell with cloudy and yellow eyes. The person from Sakurajima who set up the stall.

The old man was extremely vigilant, and Wei Yuan dissipated part of the illusion, allowing him to see himself.

The old man's expression changed, and he retreated subconsciously, but there was a clattering sound. In order to prevent him from casting spells, his feet had been locked with chains. The material used contained a special spirit stone, which would forever release irregular turbulence of spirit energy. , interfere with the monk's spellcasting action.

The old man's complexion was distorted by the severe pain.

He sat down on the ground again, without the strength to move any more. He just looked at Wei Yuan who was holding the umbrella, and there was fear in his eyes. Immediately, the fear was forcibly suppressed by him, and he said with a smile in the language of Shenzhou: I didn't expect that, Your Excellency! To actually come to visit me on my own initiative, I'm flattered, flattered.

Wei Yuan looked down at him with indifferent eyes, and said flatly, The Taiping Dao disciple has passed away.

The old man's heart skipped a beat, his face was calm and unafraid, he shook his head and said:

what a pity.

He is not too old for a monk, and his aptitude is very good. He could have cultivated something. So, are you here to avenge him, or are you just to tell me the news?

There was a trace of madness in the expression of this monk Sakurajima, raised the shackles on his hands, and said:

If you have the guts, kill me.

Anyway, I've had enough time in this prison.

Otherwise, I may not have the possibility of surviving. I am the highest priest of the Sakurajima Shrine, and I have an official status. This matter has already turned into an incident between Sakurajima and Shenzhou. Representatives from Sakurajima will come to negotiate in person.

Wei Yuan said indifferently: No one can leave without paying the price after doing evil in Shenzhou.

You are doomed to die here.

The old man stagnated, and immediately mocked:

But at least I outlived that Taiping Dao monk for a long time.

He is very pitiful. He hopes to go back to his hometown to take care of his mother, but he has never had the opportunity. Later, he finally left and became my medicine man. In fact, his will is quite tenacious. I used more than ten kinds of strange poisons to get rid of it. To restrain him, in the end, I couldn't bear it anymore.

There was a slight pause in his voice, and then he laughed wantonly.

I can't bear to destroy this excellent test body!

The old man said presumptuously that he wanted to irritate the person in front of him and let him kill him here.

In this way, on the contrary, it can provoke the relationship between this person and the Chinese government.

He also deserved to die.

It's just that the young man in front of him was unmoved. Wei Yuan looked at the old man who looked like a barking wild dog, and laughed at himself: If it was me before, facing you, I would definitely choose to kill you with a sword, but Now, I also know that killing you is certainly a pleasure, but it will also bring some troubles to others.

And, since you are going to die after all.

Isn't it too cheap for you to die so easily?

So I'm not going to kill you.

The expression on the old man's face was frozen, and a great terror suddenly struck his heart.

The slightly pale young man raised his eyes slightly, his pupils were like an abyss, and smiled:

Have you heard of the Black Ice Terrace...

……………

The Black Ice Platform was once a special institution of Daqin.

Among them, apart from galloping the battlefield, cutting down mountains and destroying temples, there are also parts responsible for assassinating the dignitaries of the six countries and spying on intelligence. Such an organization is the power behind Daqin's self, and there must be a part that cannot be seen. type, but the basic means are understood.

The old man's face was pale, and he wanted to back away.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed towards the old man's eyebrows.

The latter originally wanted to resist, but he was completely unable to display his cultivation.

Instead, he was pulled by the chain and immediately half-kneeled on the ground.

The five senses were instantly blocked by Wei Yuan, distorting the spirit. People perceive the world with the five senses and position themselves with the spirit. Illusion is to manipulate the five senses. Wu Zhiqi disdains such means, because a fake is a fake, and one can completely control the other party The strength of the soul of the five senses often means that it can directly crush the opponent.

But Wei Yuan discovered that illusion is also very useful.

He distorted the old man's five senses. The latter only felt his feet loosen, and his whole body fell directly into a dark and cramped place. There is the pain of being tortured by more than a dozen kinds of poisons that Taoist Taiping once experienced.

The old man realized what he was about to face, he was not afraid of death, Sakurajima had his own samurai way, but he couldn't bear the torture without end, couldn't bear life would be worse than death, he raised his hand in panic, wanting to climb out of this dark world Space, but was pulled down by the palms behind him.

Turning his head, he saw the Daoist of Taiping and the person who died in his hands in the past.

The old man felt a sudden chill in his heart.

In the last corner of the eye, I saw that the light of the whole world gradually disappeared, and where the last light was, the young man holding the umbrella had a plain face, dark black pupils, and the black umbrella touched the ground as he nodded slightly.

With a calm expression and a polite and polite tone:

Good night, then.

Good dream.

No, no, you come back!!

The old man roared and stretched out his hand, but Wei Yuan disappeared completely.

The five senses of the old man Sakurajima fell into the pain of darkness, poison, and torture.

…………………

Wei Yuan still used illusion to obscure the vision of others, and walked out of the prison.

Stimulated by the sunlight outside, the air-conditioning on his body quickly disappeared. Wei Yuan couldn't help but yawned, tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He didn't sleep all night and even ran a long way. The water ghost looked outside Sunshine couldn't help but said:

It's already daytime.

He made a joke and said strangely:

Fortunately, you are outside, otherwise you must have been sealed by the quilt again, Boss.

Huh? What did you say?

Wei Yuan yawned and turned his head.

There is no half of the extraordinary and refined just now, let alone the slightest chill.

The expression on Shui Gui's face froze, looked at Wei Yuan who was obviously dozing off, and blurted out: Boss, you said good night just now, didn't you say it to yourself?

Wei Yuan moved his shoulders, and said righteously: How is it possible.

The water ghost was full of disbelief.

Wei Yuan found a breakfast shop and ordered a bowl of hot and spicy soup, two tea eggs, and a drawer of buns.

Barely padded.

Half of the buns are made of fresh meat, and the other half are made of preserved vegetable meat. The delicious taste of the meat matches well with the softness of the bun skin. Then I went home slowly, and decided to go back and catch up on a little sleep this morning.

Sleep until, about five o'clock in the afternoon.

As a martial artist, I can fight, eat, and sleep, which is normal.

isn't it?

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Sakurajima · Kyoto.

A man in a monk's robe knelt on the ground, feeling uneasy.

His son, who is also the sole heir of the entire Great Temple in Kyoto, suddenly disappeared after going to Shenzhou, and no matter what means he used, he couldn't be contacted.

Yoshiyuki Motegi.

After this situation lasted for a period of time, he found the most famous fortune teller in Kyoto, and hoped that the other party could help him to calculate his son's safety and find out where his child is now.

PS: Today's second update... Buffer chapter, 2,800 words, thanks to the water wolf for the reward, thank you~~

There is another chapter, which should be added every three days before twelve o'clock~ until ten chapters are added