Museum of Demons

The calm voice and tone, the rising flames and wind, and the sword aura that tore traces on the ground.

This is an undisguised threat of force.

And the flames that ignited behind him were enough to prove that the speaker had such strength.

If it is not a special situation, no one wants to rush forward.

But the burning shrine has a different meaning to the entire Sakurajima. What's more, it is almost like a live broadcast now. Even if it has been interrupted, the public can't see it, but the boss can definitely see it clearly. If you are threatened like this, just stop here. It's about to get swollen, if nothing is done, Yin Yang Liao won't need to continue to exist.

The onmyoji from Sakurajima Onmyouliao just hesitated for a moment, and rushed forward bravely.

Don't say it's unexpected...

Wei Yuan was talking to himself silently, holding a knife in one hand, the blade of the wooden knife touched the ground, and his movements froze.

Ah Xuan watched this scene nervously.

then,

He 'saw' strands of blue wind, starting from the blade of the wooden knife, and began to spin and entangle rapidly, eventually engulfing the entire knife, but ordinary naked eyes could not see such a phenomenon, it had already happened The monks who practiced fighting and the monks from the Budokan rushed up, with modern metal protective gear on their bodies and arms.

Their goal is to contain Wei Yuan.

Create an opportunity for the onmyoji to perform onmyoji.

One used sumo techniques to hug Wei Yuan's waist, and the other two aimed at Wei Yuan's arms.

But just at the moment of contact, even these few monks and monks could not react, their bodies were instantly twisted, broken, and then thrown back, until this time, those civilians who were watching from afar Then they screamed in panic and fled one after another.

Ah Xuan widened his eyes.

I can't see clearly, that kind of movement...

Is it Wumen's fighting?

Seeing the casualties of his comrades, the anger of the attacker was the first emotion to arise. At this moment, the masked young man faced more than seven opponents at the same time, but also, the one who hadn't been able to get close to Wei Yuan Within three steps, either the arm was broken, or the legs and feet were twisted.

In the end, the semi-circular arcs with Wei Yuan as the center were forcibly knocked into the air and landed on the ground, and the landing points almost showed a straight line.

Holding his own wound, he couldn't help howling.

The martial arts of Qi are invincible to the soldiers of Wei.

A military soldier of Wei cannot meet a sharp soldier of Qin.

This is the cold weapon fighting that has been multiplied to its peak during the five hundred years of melee in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States periods.

Ah Xuan stared blankly.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he held the knife in his right hand and slashed horizontally. The sword energy and air flow escaped along the blade, and then spread out, turning into white sword wind, slashing across with incomparable precision. All voices were suppressed, and the previous screams came to an abrupt end.

In the dead silence, accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

There is another trace on the edge of the ravine that was cut down on the ground with sword energy before.

But this time it was blood from spatter marks.

The bloody smell was instantly strong, and it was more frightening than the scream just now. This proved the authenticity of the other party's words. The onmyoji who was dazzled by anger before, because of the large number of people on his side and the courage of the onmyoji His complexion was pale, and he stopped in his tracks. There was a cloud, and he stood on the left side of this line, while there was only one person on the right side.

have to.

The blade of the wooden knife in his hand tapped the ground lightly.

Wei Yuan looked indifferent.

Those who cross this line.

cut.

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In the raging flames, the tablets were completely burned to ashes, and the core of the soul hidden in the tablets was completely annihilated. The more turbulent the flames, the more urgent and high-spirited the tune.

This kind of behavior, of course, attracted all the remnant souls in this shrine, as well as those Shinto masters who sacrificed their lives for restoration. To be honest, this place occupies a large area, and the number of ghosts is more than Binghun expected. And more.

More or less, to be exact.

The Qi family knife pierced through the enemy's abdomen.

When pulling it out this time, Binghun felt a clear sensation of pulling flesh and blood. The blood fell on the ground and was burned by the fire, and the fire was too bright for contrast.

The blood looked black.

Binghun felt exhausted at this time, and accidentally got a few wounds on his body. The tune of Qiniang's obsession transformed by the red embroidered shoes paused slightly, and Binghun used the Qi's knife in his hand to chop it neatly. A few heads came down, waved their hands with their backs to the embroidered shoes, and said with a simple and honest smile, You don't have to worry about me.

These things are no match for me.

Just sing it, I was a big soldier back then, but I couldn't listen to such a song.

The more urgent the tune.

And the surrounding souls emerged, and then rushed towards him.

Binghun let out a little breath, and made moves wholeheartedly. This kind of life-threatening competition made him a little familiar. When he closed his eyes, he would always return to his youth when he was young, and was transformed by the mandarin duck formation. The formation was practiced so much that I almost spit it out, but in the end, now it's just that part of my memory that is the deepest.

The saber in his hand slashed horizontally, tearing out the cold light directly, staying in place, beheading several remnant souls in one go, and said with a simple and honest smile: Although it is said that there is no mandarin duck formation, you think that we have gone through hundreds of battles, every time Can we join forces?

He took a step forward, and cut off a Japanese sword again with the Qi family sword in his hand.

Then the owl head.

Stepping forward, his mouth was like talking to himself, and his voice was whispering.

Gradually calm and indifferent:

A city of ten houses must have loyalty and trustworthiness. How can the whole of Zhejiang be without talent and courage?

The army was formed in the 38th year of Jiajing, and the general passed away in the 11th year of Wanli. It took 24 years.

Four thousand Qi family troops.

Behead more than 150,000 enemy bandits.

Raising his hand, he slashed horizontally, and the Qi family knife directly sealed his throat.

In the simple and honest eyebrows and eyes, there is no surprise.

The red clothes are dancing fiercely behind the back, and the Zhejiang soldiers' swords are shining brightly in front of them.

Lieutenant of the Qi Family Military Academy, whose name is not enough to tell, first followed General Qi, moved to the north and south, fought against the Japanese in the south, and fought against the captives in the north; then followed Wu Weizhong, and there were 137 heads of Japanese pirates in the army tent, in the 21st year of Wanli , Toyotomi Hideyoshi, the leader of the Japanese army, attacked Goryeo, risked his life to ascend first, first to Pyongyang, and beheaded three enemy generals.

His voice grew heated.

The Qi Family Saber in his hand pointed forward, and on his body, the remaining power belonging to the Huaishui God Line was passively activated because of the fit, and surrounded him. In the 38th year of Jiajing, he was 18 years old. When he died in battle, he was already 52 years old. , but right now it is still the most heroic appearance of the year.

I don't know old age.

Many of you are old acquaintances. I chopped off your dog's heads back then.

The expression on his face gradually became wanton, and finally faded away from his honesty, and he laughed out loud.

Viciously said:

Today, chop again!

It's such a joy!

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An entry song.

It started with the pipa, and ended with the bright clang sound at the end. The fierce red dress stopped dancing, but within a short cup of tea, Wei Yuan tilted the wooden knife in his hand, and the blood slowly slid down the blade. dripping on the ground beneath your feet.

There were already more bodies on that line.

Several onmyojis were riding on Shikigami's back, about to fly over a high place, when the sound of a helicopter sounded, Wei Yuan's face remained unchanged, his five fingers were slightly clenched, the strong wind swept upwards, mixed with thunder, It directly destroyed the electronic components inside the helicopter.

Let the modern equipment, which can be said to be directly money, spin and fall.

The onmyoji on the shikigami was pale and hadn't passed the line yet.

There was sword energy tearing over like a storm, and amidst the screams of shikigami, those onmyojis also fell down. Wei Yuan easily killed those monsters called shikigami who were actually ghosts with the wooden knife in his palm, and the cuffs were dyed. Blood, eyes indifferent.

At this time, the basic goal of being responsible for buying time has also been achieved.

A large-scale yin and yang technique with the combined efforts of more than dozens of people turned into a mana state that looked like a dragon.

He roared and rushed towards Wei Yuan's back.

Ah Xuan exclaimed, and wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't get close to Wei Yuan, so he could only be anxious. This is a great supernatural power that is purely manipulating Yin and Yang, and evolving the five elements. At the order of death, the two shikigami rushed towards Wei Yuan like crazy, and Wei Yuan slashed horizontally with his right hand.

It was obviously a wooden knife, but it let out a low whistle.

Two heads with ghost horns were severed.

But at this time, what was purely gathered by the blue light was the dragon whose head was almost three meters high, stretched out its body, and almost completely enveloped Wei Yuan, its low-pitched roar was soul-stirring. .

Wei Yuan just pointed backwards and landed right between the dragon's eyebrows.

In an instant, the roar of Jiaolong stopped abruptly.

Then little by little, it collapsed into nothingness, the blue starlight was brilliant and desperate, and slowly collapsed, Wei Yuan turned his head, the wooden knife in his hand slowly slashed across the ground, the surrounding starlight overflowed, and the two behind him Shikigami fell on his back, without a sound.

The seventy-two earthly evil methods——

Forbidden.

It's just the accumulation of pure mana, how can it be called the righteous law, and where can it be called supernatural powers?

In the extremely depressing atmosphere, the last traces of the melody dissipated, and the misty and rainy scenery of Jiangnan Road, which stood above the shrine, also slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and the line behind him The monk Yinyangliao only felt his hands and feet were cold.

The wooden knife rested on the ground, slowly crossed the line, and said flatly:

Those who cross this line.

die.

Then he cast a look at Ah Xuan, turned around with a knife, and walked slowly towards the inside of the shrine. The onmyoji at Yinyang Liao thought it was just a bait and a trap, and dared not move until he saw the man Already gone, still only a back view, the expression of an onmyoji changed slightly.

Gritting his teeth, holding the Yin-Yang Talisman, he stepped across the line.

There was a sound of sword clanging, as if it came from between heaven and earth.

Everyone just felt their hairs stand on end.

In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the onmyoji who dared to step across this line directly fell on his back, dripping with blood, and another layer of brilliant blood was spread behind him. forward.

He could only watch the figure walk into it.

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When Wei Yuan found Bing Hun and the red embroidered shoes, their conditions were not too good.

A sword with sword qi vertically and horizontally smashed the remnant souls who wanted to besiege the two in the end. The soldiers of the Qi family army rarely had that kind of high-spirited and hearty feeling. Jiadao, clasped his fists with both hands and bowed, and said with a simple and honest smile:

Fortunately, life is not humiliated.

Wei Yuan scanned the fallen corpses around him, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and then took out what Zhang Ruosu had prepared for him with his backhand. It was a jade book. The sword energy howled, and the gust of wind suddenly rose, sweeping the sword energy like frost, overflowing from Wei Yuan's body.

There are more important things to do.

……………………

Until more than an hour later.

Those onmyojis finally crossed that line under all kinds of oppression.

The person in charge of the Tokyo Metropolitan Onmyoliao and the person in charge of the shrine are here.

It is not correct to say that they have crossed the line. In fact, it is because the fire of the sky has been drained by the earth's evil method, and it naturally dissipates, so they all left here.

It can be said that they did not cross this line in the end, but bypassed this line and entered the shrine from the other three directions.

They hurriedly walked into the shrine, ignoring the main hall where the gods were enshrined.

Not to mention taking a look at the worship hall where ordinary people visit.

He ran directly to the forbidden area that even the people of Sakurajima are not allowed to enter. The Lingxi Book Feng'an Hall where many important tablets are enshrined. The new person in charge of the shrine is an old man, chattering and authentic: Do you know how important this place is? I You must sue for dereliction of duty!

They hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the hall, only taking a quick look.

Then the ability to speak is completely lost.

Corpses lying on the ground, those books and tablets that were originally incomparably protected were piled up together, burned into ashes by the flames, and bloomed into black ruins, but it wasn't this that made everyone lose their minds, it was the Lingxi Book Feng'an Temple is the most honorable place in the entire shrine.

And on the walls of this temple.

It lost its original decoration, was burned by flames, and turned black.

There are names engraved on it.

Liu Ershun, Wang Jinyu, Wang Manshan.

Hao Yuming, Hu Yuankui, Han Jinling.

Sun Mingwu, Teng Jiushou, Liu Sanchun...

It is densely packed, stroke by stroke, all are depicted by sword energy, hundreds of thousands, densely covered in this place, silent, silent, but there is a kind of awe-inspiring aura, just looking down on these people, Just looking down at those war criminals who turned into ashes, it was difficult to breathe and unable to speak.

The old priest trembled and said angrily, What is this, what is this?!

He stretched out his hand to break it, but before he got close, a powerful sword energy emanated from the wall, almost tearing him to pieces. The old man's face was pale, and he backed away in a daze. He said angrily: This is the Holy Land of Sakura Island, you guys Push this down!

But no one can tear down here.

No one has the guts to personally tear down this Lingxi Book Feng'an Hall. Immediately, they realized a rather cruel question and choice, that is whether to repair this Yasukuni Shrine again, if not, then with this Due to the bad influence of this incident, Sakurajima almost became a joke.

And if it is repaired.

If repairs...

Wouldn't it be possible that this place where heroic souls are sacrificed is suppressed by this stone tablet engraved with names?

So, what exactly is worship?

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Ah Xuan understood Wei Yuan's eyes, and left there quietly by relying on spells, and then made a big circle. On a low mountain, he saw Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan took off his blood-stained mask, He picked up a gourd of wine brought back from Shenzhou, and walked slowly forward.

The spirit of Qi's army and the boy with red embroidered shoes followed behind Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was carrying a wooden knife. He was injured a bit, but he didn't seem to care.

Ah Xuan hurriedly caught up, gasping for breath. He sighed and cast a spell to heal the wound on Wei Yuan's shoulder and arm. While healing the wound, he whispered: Master Wei, is the matter over?

The matter here is over, let's go to Kyoto.

The young Taoist saw that the obviously gentle and polite Pavilion Master Wei seemed a little surprised.

Then he smiled and replied:

Why are you in such a hurry?

ah?!

The Obon Festival, but there are still five days left...

ah!!!

Ah Xuan was stunned for a moment before he realized, his palms were shaking, and he said with a mournful face:

Five, five days?

Wei Yuan couldn't help but laugh, and comforted him:

Don't worry, I don't plan to do similar things in these five days.

real?

The little Taoist's eyes were bright, and he was alert for a moment, and said: Then what about five days later?

The head guard was surprised, and then just smiled and said nothing.

Ah Xuan's forehead twitched.

A face was crying and mourning, almost looking up to the sky and sighing.

brother! ! !

What should I do? !

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Wei Yuan waited until the little Taoist priest healed his injury, stood up slowly and walked forward, the little Taoist priest kept turning his head on the road, but Wei Yuan didn't ask, he knew that the red dress was also behind him and others, and that It is Wan Qiniang's last obsession remnant, a state that is about to dissipate.

But there is no turning back.

She no longer has the obsession of being a ghost, nor the obsession of being Wan Qiniang.

The expression on his face was blank and sluggish.

Sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

Finally, he stopped and stopped following Wei Yuan and the others, and his body slowly began to dissipate.

Wei Yuan stopped in his tracks.

He was a few steps away from Wan Qiniang, fell silent for a while, took off the stopper of the wine gourd in his hand, the strong aroma of strong wine was from China, he took a sip slowly, and muttered a few words to himself. Ah Xuan couldn't hear the sentence clearly, and when he wanted to ask, Wei Yuan didn't answer, but just smiled, raised his hand to hold the wooden knife, and threw it back, the wind howled, and the wooden knife broke through the air and went away.

He raised his neck and took a sip of the wine, saying: There is not enough wine, forgive me.

Next time, bring good wine!

Raise your hand and throw the wine gourd up.

A gust of wind blew out, carrying the rich aroma of wine, but Wei Yuan didn't look back, he patted the young Taoist, and strode forward with Ah Xuan. Wan Qiniang, who was starting to dissipate, raised her eyes slightly, and saw Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking in the shadows, the latter only reaching the former's shoulder, turning her head to persuade her earnestly.

The aroma of wine is memory.

In a daze, she saw those young people from a hundred years ago, the same age, the same high spirits, walking in the shadows, trying to save their lives. Then, he saw Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan walking out of the shadows and walking into the sun, walking calmly.

The same high-spirited, the same young flying.

Walk in the light.

The woman in red stared wide-eyed, with a smile on her bewildered face, but tears were streaming down her face.

Ah Xuan pulled Wei Yuan's cuff, said: Master Wei, there is someone behind, there really is, that is the soul.

Turn around and take a look.

When he turned around, the faint red dress had disappeared.

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You tear down this wall!

Don't push? Well, if you don't dare to push, go and erase all those names!

Didn't you understand?!

In the shrine, the old man of the shrine clan looked angrily at the stone tablet over there. Seeing that no one dared to do anything, he became more and more enraged. The voice sounded, but before everyone could react, a cold light fell.

The old man was reaching out to touch those names, his throat hurt, and blood had already spattered below the names engraved on the wall.

On the black wall, under the white name, it looks like blood-colored flowers offered.

A knife stuck upside down in the corner.

The old man stared wide-eyed, clutched his throat, leaned forward, knelt down on the ground, and died, as if he was prostrating. This scene made the surrounding onmyoji stiffen and dared not move any more, only feeling the coldness was overwhelming.

Then, with a gentle breeze, a jug of wine fell and landed next to the bloody flower, the kneeling man, and the sharp blade.

It is a good wine from my hometown.

Indeed, there is no place more suitable for offering sacrifices to heroic souls than here.

Wei Yuan murmured.

And drink!

PS: Today's update, 5,600 words, divided into a chapter, 2,800 words, although the number of words is not many, but... quite, it is not easy to write...The names are real, not edited.

Thank you Thousand Star Eyes, thank you~