Museum of Demons

All together, enough contempt, and the monks of Sakurajima were also successfully aroused. Fighting alone may not be the opponent's opponent, but if they dare not even fight together now, they don't have to live here in Kyoto anymore.

Immediately there were several roars, Ah Xuan only felt a pain in his ears.

Someone has already shot first.

Two warriors, one on the left and the other on the right, rushed forward with a Taidao respectively, and a warrior behind him slowly pulled out a cross-word gun. The blade of the gun shone coldly under the moonlight. , against the enemy purely with one left hand.

Using the supernatural power in the seal of the mountain god instead of mana, driving the supernatural powers that he once knew but could not use is more handy than he imagined. On, immediately cracked.

A ninja appeared behind Wei Yuan.

Holding the dagger in his hand, he stabbed Wei Yuan in the back.

But it was empty.

The pupils shrank slightly, and the five fingers shrouded in shadows in front of his eyes.

Amidst the violent noise, Wei Yuan clasped the ninja's face with his left hand, spun along the trend, and the strong wind stirred up, and several people around him were stirred and fell to the ground, turning into a rolling gourd. Wei Yuan let go of the ninja, his steps were calm and calm, step by step forward.

Ah Xuan stared blankly at this scene.

Let's not say here that there are dozens of monks who have the guts to make a move.

But the position has been decided, at most three to five monks can face Wei Yuan at the same time.

And these mere people were not Wei Yuan's opponents in the first place.

What's more, Wei Yuan has mobilized his divine power now.

On the contrary, it seemed as if he was constantly taking the initiative to go up and be cleaned up by Wei Yuan.

Several monks were swept away by the flick of their sleeves, but the people behind couldn't see the state in front, and the people in front couldn't retreat. A warrior was squeezed in front, and he didn't have much fighting spirit, and was about to retreat again and again. Instead, he bumped into a person behind him and was blocked.

In a blink of an eye, the Taoist with the wooden hairpin was already standing beside him.

The wrestler let out a roar, pumping his fists together.

Stepping on the ground, he hit Wei Yuan up and down.

It hit Wei Yuan with a powerful momentum, but his face was distorted, as if he had hit a mountain, but the expression on the Taoist's face was calm and indifferent. He flipped his cuffs and swept it away. The wrestlers were thrown out directly.

The airflow turned, dragging the monks behind.

Wei Yuan covered his cuff with his left hand, pinched a spell, and didn't bother to shout anything. The vegetation on the mountain shook violently, and the rustling of leaves was almost like a rainstorm. More than a dozen people were directly swept into it, thrown heavily, smashed on the wall, and their mana was scattered by the shock.

Wei Yuan's eyes did not fluctuate, and he clasped a cross-character gun with his backhand.

Use your fingers a little harder.

The blade of the gun was completely reduced to dust.

Among the seventy-two spells of Disha, there is the method of swallowing knives, just like breathing flames. It is not the only method of swallowing. Its original intention is that even the softest internal organs are not afraid of the blade. s method.

Grabbing the barrel of the gun with one hand, it was only a shock, and the monk's muscles and bones were numb from the shock and he fell to the ground.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Mogi Qingyan who was two steps away.

Let go.

The gun fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

You said you wanted to fight me.

He wrapped his hands in the cuffs of his Taoist robe, and looked at Mogi Qingyan with a flat face:

I'll give you this chance.

Let's make a move.

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The expression on Mogi Aohito's face changed from green to red, and finally it seemed that no matter how strong his heart was, he couldn't bear the provocation of killing his son and enemy in front of him. With a roar, the Jie Dao in his hand was struck at a speed and angle that was difficult to detect with the naked eye.

Buddhism · all omissions.

There are no more forty general worries in my heart as recorded in the Buddhist scriptures.

Cut off your troubles.

The blade is like a full moon, enough to cut mountains and rivers, and it will tear Wei Yuan apart in an instant. Wei Yuan raised his hand, clasped his five fingers together, and punched on the side of the blade. On the palm, the seal of the mountain god flashed by. The knife was directly shattered, and Mogi Qingyan's face was blue and blood spurted, he staggered back and sat down on the ground.

Proved to be leaked.

There are no obstacles in the heart, no worries, and no flaws in the sword technique.

Until the ignorance is cut out.

But obviously, Motegi Qingyan does not have this state.

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Mogi Qingyan seemed to know his end, closed his eyes, and said: You do it.

Wei Yuan looked at him calmly, finally retracted his eyes, and said lightly, That's all.

The purpose of my coming here today is not to kill people.

Ah Xuan originally thought that the head of the guard would directly attack him again, but he didn't expect that at the end, he withdrew his hand. The little Taoist was surprised, but he was really relieved. He felt that today's situation was much better than he thought, but Motegi Qingyan's complexion changed suddenly.

He knew in his heart that the secret conflict between himself and Shenzhou, if the other party came to him, he would definitely have the intention to kill him, and if the other party let him live, it would only mean that he would face a situation worse than death.

Motegi Aonobu gritted his teeth, his eyes flashed fiercely.

Grabbing the half-broken long knife, he was about to wipe it off his neck.

But he heard a gust of wind, his palm shook, and he could no longer hold the knife.

The treasured sword passed down from generation to generation in the temple was directly knocked out and fell to the ground.

And Mogi Qingyan suddenly realized that it was difficult to move his body, and knew that this was not a Taoist curse, which directly sealed his soul and severed the connection between the soul and the body. The door, let the body lose control, which means that the other party wants to let himself live.

Mogi Qingyan was pale.

Wei Yuan lowered his eyes, and said in a flat tone: The poor Taoist came to Dongying today not to deliberately provoke, but that Mogi Yoshiyuki from the Mogi family secretly went to Shenzhou some time ago to find my Taipingdao disciple. To seek my ancient books and classics from the Three Caves and Four Auxiliary Jade Books in the Central Plains, and covet my divine veins.

Therefore, there is such a thing as Pindao.

One is to tell Patriarch Motegi to get rid of this idea as soon as possible.

The second one is to express my views on this matter. You can tell the sects and sects behind you. I know that the forces behind all of you here should have thought about my Taipingdao , this time I just let you know.

He put his hands in his cuffs, looked around, his voice paused, and then said:

Or, be prepared to pay the price.

This is the first time.

Everyone was puzzled, Ah Xuan was at a loss, but he didn't know why there was a sense of panic in his heart, a feeling of fright, the Taoist in the gray Taoist robe gently closed his eyes, and at that moment, deep in the eyes, lights up representing The pure golden color of Shanhaijing.

Whisper in my heart.

today.

The Ministry of Peace, which had been away from the world for hundreds of years, reappeared in the world.

Heh...probably.

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Back in time, when Wei Yuan just made a move, the Eight-Faced Han Sword, which has always cultivated the sword's energy and momentum, went straight through the air after the sword wind swept across the surrounding area. Dongying is an island country full of earthquakes. It is an island country with a belt, so there are so many mountains.

It can even be said that the leylines of these mountains under the earth are connected.

The Eight-faced Han Sword tears the wind in front of it with sword energy.

Almost breaking through the sound barrier, flying towards the destination.

Yamata no Orochi sat on the top of Mount Ibuki, frowning and looking at today's night sky. Today is the time that the person agreed with him, but he was prepared, but he never saw the so-called fireworks. On the contrary, it was because today It's the Obon Festival, and there are fireworks displays everywhere, which hurts my eyes.

I'm wondering if I've been played again.

Yamata no Orochi felt a chill.

Even his own scales seemed to stand upside down.

He raised his head sharply.

From his field of vision, he saw a white stream of light flying across the sky quickly, and when he looked carefully, it was a sword, an eight-faced Han sword with a sheath. The trajectory of the sheath turns into wind lines. Because of the flow of the wind itself, the wind lines intersect with each other, like scales.

This sword went straight to Fujigake, the number one mountain in Sakurajima.

Yamata no Orochi's pupils contracted.

The long sword tore through the wind and clouds, and finally wrapped in the vast sword energy that came from running, it fell heavily, but the point is not this, but to allow Wei Yuan to grasp the flow of the earth veins, and to be able to influence people hundreds of kilometers away. to here.

Taoist Pu Su finally stepped on his right foot lightly.

The golden divinity in both eyes was exhausted in an instant.

Based on the power of the mountain god, Wei Yuan's voice slowly fell from the bottom of his heart.

Thirty-six Tiangang supernatural powers——

Shake the mountains, shake the ground.

With the authority of the gods on behalf of the mountain gods, to display the top supernatural powers of the Taoist sect of China, even so, Wei Yuan could not really shake the mountains and the earth, but it is a pity that this happens to be the most unstable place in the whole world, and it is a pity that here The first mountain is a living volcano.

What's more, the straight-line distance from here to that mountain is only more than 100 kilometers.

The leylines are connected.

Yamata no Orochi stood up abruptly.

Under the night, the sword tore the strong wind and fell, the sword energy escaped, was swept by the strong wind, turned into a sword wind, stirred up the clouds and mist, like a huge iron awl with a wide top and a narrow bottom, or like the Thunder God Lei Zhenzi. The weapon, with a thunder-like howl of swords, landed heavily on the main peak of Mount Fuji.

Then came the earthquake, which was not violent, but covered a huge area.

The earthquake caused many people to subconsciously hide in the open space, falling into a panicked mood.

He Maoxingluo, who was going down the mountain, suddenly sensed that something was wrong, turned his head subconsciously, and then his pupils shrank suddenly, his body swayed, and he almost fell to the ground. After recovering, after a few vibrations that seemed to be gathering momentum, violent flames gushed out at high temperature, and then surged down.

The violent high temperature, accompanied by the lava and rocks that were thrown out, and the low-intensity earthquake that covered a wide area, the sound was like thunder, causing violent vibrations, and He Maoxingluo turned pale.

But he reluctantly comforted himself that the Fuji Five Lakes surrounded by Mt. Flying out of the lava, sword qi crisscrossed.

The original wind reversed in an instant, and the talismans on it were densely packed. It was the supernatural power of Tiangang, returning to the wind and returning to the fire. The lava flames were absorbed by the strong wind, and then stirred by the sword wind, like a huge and incomparably sharp sword, facing directly upward Straight away.

Part of the lava cooled and shattered, was crushed by the sword energy, and turned into volcanic ash.

Only the sword energy is like the wind, wrapped in extremely strong and intense flames, and penetrated heavily into the thick clouds in the sky. The cloud energy was stimulated by the flames, shooting out countless purple and blue thunders, hitting into the lava, but let The flames in the cooling part were more intense, directly covering the entire Mount Fuji.

The strong wind never dies, and the clouds turn into torrential rain, engulfed in flames and thunder.

Let the violent thunder and raging flames fight more violently and frighteningly.

Yamata no Orochi was speechless for a long time.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes slowly, feeling extremely tired, his eyes narrowed slightly, his back was facing the horrific scene, in the dead silence, he said indifferently:

Remember his first offence, as a small punishment.

In the future, don't do it again.

PS: Today's second update... 3,400 words, thank you for being delicious and lazy