Museum of Demons

Under Mogi Qingyan's desperate gaze.

Ah Xuan and Wei Yuan turned and left.

When going down the mountain, Wei Yuan raised his right hand under the cover of the broad avenue robe, tightly grasped Ah Xuan's arm, and stabilized his body. The young Taoist was stunned, aware of Wei Yuan's weakness at the moment, and didn't say anything. Just quietly raised his hand to support him.

Wei Yuan whispered, Go slowly.

Don't rush.

Um.

Along the way, he met He Maoxingluo and his party.

Wei Yuan nodded politely. He Maoxingluo watched the two Taoists, one big and one small, leaving in silence. He just took a step back and looked in the direction of Fuyue. He lost his mind for a moment at that terrifying scene. language ability.

The violent flames and thunder, engulfed by the sword energy, did not flow down the mountain, but soared into the sky.

Lava rushed into the clouds and caused thunderstorms.

When it fell, it had turned into pure volcanic ash.

At this moment, the thunder and fire directly enveloped the entire Mount Fuji. Wei Yuan abided by the agreement with Zhang Ruosu, and returned the fire with the return wind engraved on the scabbard, limiting the range to the extraordinary world. The falling lava never broke through the Fuji Five Lakes and Onmyoji. The blockade of the enchantment did not spread to the city.

But it is also extremely conspicuous because of this, as long as you look up in the night, you can see the crimson in the distance.

Qualitatively, this is of course only a transcendent conflict.

But in terms of influence in various aspects, it far exceeds this.

He Maoxingluo raised his hand, covering his eyes, and let out a painful low sound from his throat.

This kind of influence is worse than that of the young Taoist who used his sword to cut through Sakurajima's extraordinary world and snatch the imperial wine of the Amaterasu Festival more than a hundred years ago.

The first mountain, which symbolizes the freedom and solemnity of Sakurajima, is transformed into a raging mountain god, surrounded by flames and thunder. Tonight, an unknown number of people are destined to collapse their inner beliefs.

This sword cut through the holy mountain in everyone's heart.

And when the Taoist priest walked by, he didn't have the courage to make a move.

After more than a hundred years of practice, when faced with the same scene, he found that he was still the same child. He settled his mind, looked around, and said in a deep voice: Go and help, and minimize Fu Yue's influence as much as possible. .”

yes!

Everyone hurried to that direction.

He Mao Xingluo felt a little heavy in his heart.

With more than a hundred years of cultivation, he is known as a great onmyoji, and astrology and divination are his strengths.

At this time, he sincerely hoped that he was not good at this type of technique.

suddenly.

A sharper roar broke out than the vastness of thunder. Even though Fuyue was still some time away, many onmyojis felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. When they swayed, they almost couldn't stand still. He Maoxingluo managed to stabilize himself body.

I heard someone yelling and exclaiming in dismay:

Mountain?!

The mountain is moving!

He Mao Xingluo's complexion changed suddenly, and he suddenly raised his head to see that Mount Fuji was still shrouded in violent thunder and flames, because the flames themselves continued to spew upwards, stirring up thunder and lava collisions between heaven and earth, and at this moment, suddenly a huge When his body was fully stretched out, it was no worse than Lie Yan (raging flames).

Eight heads and eight tails, sixteen pale yellow vertical pupils, coldly overlooking the world.

The terrifying beast raised its head and roared. Its head devoured lava, flames, thunder, strong wind, heavy rain, bright moon, starlight, and scale armor, emitting powerful fluctuations of power, and then frantically attacked Fuyue, the symbol of Sakurajima.

In the quiet night, there are only the roars of ferocious beasts.

He Mao Xingluo stopped in his footsteps, looking weak.

... Yamata no Orochi?

In the entire legend of Sakurajima, the most well-known and most powerful god of evil.

A disaster that surpasses the big tengu, the golden-faced white fox, and Shuten-douji.

And when he was in despair, a figure soared out from Mount Fuyue. It was an elegant man in a long robe with a few strands of long beard, but his eyes were angry and destroyed the overall temperament.

……………………

After Wei Yuan and Ah Xuan went down the mountain, according to Wei Yuan's request, they rushed towards the bay at the fastest speed. Halfway through, Wei Yuan's mana recovered a little bit. The art of controlling the wind, engulfing Ah Xuan and rushing towards the destination.

He asked the disciples of Tianshi Mansion to help prepare a small boat.

Now the whole Sakurajima is in chaos.

Because no one has said hello in advance about this matter.

So totally unprepared.

Onmyoji and monks form an array to save Mount Fuji. Leaving aside the beautiful scenery, the symbolic significance is too great to allow this mountain to be destroyed by thunder and fire at such a special time today, and Yamata no Orochi The appearance of , made all the high-level repairers in Sakurajima be at a loss.

The legendary monster of the Sakurajima Age of Gods suddenly appeared in a period of mysterious hiding from the world.

For a moment they were in a dream.

It's even a little unclear whether this is reality or a nightmare.

Just when Wei Yuan stepped onto the boat, he seemed to notice something and turned his head slightly.

Naturally, with his eyesight, he couldn't see the changes happening in the sky above Fuyue.

But with the perception of a monk, he can feel the violent fluctuations and changes of the aura of heaven and earth. Yamata no Orochi, as the last descendant of Xiangliu blood, was so crazy just now that he absorbed the firepower of lava, the power of thunder from heaven and earth, and now briefly controlled thunder, fire, feng shui, And the original poisonous power.

And the enemy.

Able to suppress Xiangliu's enemies with his own strength.

only one.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, but it seemed that through the change and collision of vitality and the flow of wind, he sensed the person who was fighting with Xiangliu in the sky, the confluence of Sakurajima's divinity, one of the strongest true cultivators in the world in the pre-Qin era, The current master god of Dongying, Yuzhong of Heaven, Xu City.

The tone is polite and gentle, just like talking with an old friend.

I found you, Mr. Xu.

……………………

Xu Shi and Yamata no Orochi fought directly in the air.

One of them is one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin period, who practiced Taoism for two thousand years, lived forever, and held divinity. In terms of strength, it can be said that it is a match for the opponent for a while.

The battle between the two sides has also led to today's events becoming more and more magnificent.

There is simply no way to hide.

The powers that Xiang Liu exerted were flames, thunder, storm and poison.

And Xu Shi, who is the Lord God, also has this extremely powerful power in Sakurajima.

Manipulate earthquakes, fire, storms, and thunder.

Run the power of nature in one side of the world.

Even around his divine body, a body that was so huge that it was not inferior to Yamata no Orochi evolved, exuding a vast golden light, and the two behemoths fought frantically here like this. Bright as day.

The clouds and mist churned, were smashed by the thunder, and turned into torrential rain.

The torrential rain was drawn into the vortex of thunder and fire, but was turned into white gas by transpiration.

Xu City's battle didn't care about where this place was, which caused the surrounding waves to become more and more majestic. Soon, we could see dots of streamer light. It was the appearance of other gods in the entire Sakurajima God System, who wanted to subdue Yamata no Orochi. Yamata no Orochi fell into the sea, roaring with its head held high, without fear.

On the boat, the little Taoist A Xuan looked at him in a daze, holding the fly whisk in his hand, his fingers pinching the ground blue and white.

Even if it is a small place in the eyes of Shenzhou, after all, it has grown the elixir that can refine and grow the medicine of life and death, the remaining divinity, and the former top real practitioners of Shenzhou, against the evil gods of ancient times, if it is not for both sides It is not impossible for the island to sink.

Sure enough, it's still very strong.

Hearing the sound, Ah Xuan turned his head to see Wei Yuan sitting cross-legged on the deck, facing the direction of the battle, with his eyes closed, but he seemed to be able to see everything clearly, the method of controlling water and the method of controlling wind are like breathing After displaying it, the entire ship went along the water to the direction of Shenzhou.

But Wei Yuan did not know when a blank scroll appeared in his hand.

Wei Yuan pressed his finger against the file lightly.

And Yamata no Orochi, who had been sealed for a long time after being plotted against, made a big fuss.

Xu Shi also had to use most of the means.

With his eyes closed, Wei Yuan sensed subtle fluctuations, distinguished Xu City's various supernatural powers and moves, manipulated earthquakes, induced thunder and wind and fire, and operated yin and yang techniques. Along with the identification, a very clear trajectory appeared on the file. Ah Xuan saw that it was an ink painting with rough brush strokes but with divine intent.

On the island, the volcano erupted.

In the sky is a man in a robe, surrounded by many gods.

While the vortex in the water entangled the thunder and fire, a ferocious beast with eight heads raised its head and roared.

Can't beat it, at least for now, within the range of Sakurajima.

It is difficult to kill this day's Yuzhong.

But Wei Yuan didn't intend to just go so hard at the beginning.

You have to prepare in advance and gather information.

Make up your mind and move.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and looked at this painting. Ah Xuan looked at the aftermath of the distant battle in shock. He noticed Wei Yuan's gaze and murmured: Is this the strength of real cultivation?

No, this is already a battle of the gods.

Wei Yuan replied: You should just watch one last play before you leave.

Ah Xuan nodded ignorantly, scratched his head, and said embarrassedly:

At first, I thought, Master Wei, you're just going to let the lava burn the surrounding area, so it's just a warning.

Wei Yuan leaned back and said, It's not necessary. Killing is not an end, but a means.

What's more, Shenzhou and Sakurajima are close, who knows if there are people from Shenzhou at the foot of the mountain.

I don't want to hurt innocent people.

Ah Xuan thought for a while, asked a question, and said:

Then, are those people innocent of the atrocities committed by their parents?

I think this sentence seems to make sense, but when I think about it, I think it's very, very ridiculous.

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, thought for a while, and said:

It's really ridiculous.

In this way, for example, a person kills hundreds of people for his own money and earns bloody money, and then his daughter and son can use the bloody money to eat the best food, To wear the best clothes and get the best education that other people need to survive.

They feel like they didn't do that evil thing, they pretend to be innocent.

Do you think they are innocent?

The same goes for a country.

Resources are fixed, so they will only flow. Such a small country has no special products. To have such generous social welfare as they are now, they have deprived the lives of innocent people ten times their size. With the initial plunder If one person is full, ten people will perish.”

The enemy is using the money and resources obtained by killing your ancestors to live a life ten times better than yours, but out of some ulterior secret, they reach out to be friends with you, lol He said Long Live Friendship, we have to let go of past grievances. You looked at the benefits over there, looked down at the old photos of your family, and could only throw down the bowl and cursed, Long Live Your Uncle's Friendship.

Wei Yuan put the long sword that flew back on his knee, flicked the sword and whispered:

A century of national hatred, the sea is hard to level.

Ah Xuan was ignorant, but he also had a faint feeling, and said: Is this your comprehension, Master Wei?

Wei Yuan looked at him with a serious expression, and said jokingly:

No, this is called primitive accumulation of capital.

ah??!

At this moment, Yamata no Orochi over there raised his head and roared angrily, saying:

Where's your contract?!

The voice growled and raged.

All the gods around were horrified, Ah Xuan was also puzzled, but Wei Yuan wanted to laugh out loud.

If it was said that Xiangliu was killed, he would never believe Wei Yuan. The founder of the ancient covenant rules was Qie, and as a person who was very close to Qie, that Xiangliu would never believe it. In Yuan's hands, there is no way to circumvent the restrictions of the covenant.

But Wei Yuan felt that he still had the spirit of contract.

He stood up.

After thinking about it, I originally wanted to do it myself, but if he did it himself, he would definitely attract Xu Shi's attention. Now is not the time to fight Xu Shi, for such a person, he must be sure to kill him. He lightly pressed Ah Xuan's shoulder, and said, Ah Xuan, let me teach you a sword technique.

Want to learn?

Ah Xuan was puzzled, but still nodded.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to press Ah Xuan's shoulder, and said, Then, close your eyes.

Close your eyes?

Yes, for this sword technique, you have to close your eyes to really see where to cut.

Ah Xuan closed his eyes.

Then, because of the warmth from his shoulders, he was able to see that in the darkness, on that piece of land, there were strands of Qi lights up, and these things were entangled together, turning into pythons one by one, Gathered into a big python, looking back to the west, looking towards the direction of Shenzhou, the posture is weak, but it is lurking secretly, opening its fangs.

Ah Xuan was taken aback: What is this?

Wei Yuan's tone was soft: It's the spiritual vein, the spiritual vein of Yingjiu's luck, according to Shenzhou, it's called the dragon vein.

But that's not enough to qualify.

Shenzhou has no dragon veins, only luck, and Sakurajima still has the royal family, so the veins are still there.

Ah Xuan nodded ignorantly when he heard the voice behind him.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, Now, raise your hand, thinking that you are holding a sword.

sword?

This sword, with the Tao as the front, 'I' as the spine, and the talisman as the blade, can cut the inhumanity of the world at the top, and break the evil way of all things at the bottom. Survival and death, rise and fall, with one heart, you can feel this sword ?

Um.

Try to strike forward.

The ignorant young Taoist felt that Wei Yuan had patted himself.

Raise your hand and point out.

The traces of flames between the eyebrows suddenly brightened, and then the invisible sword fell, and the python, which symbolized Sakurajima's luck, neighed suddenly. The snake's head, which was staring at Shenzhou with its fangs and mucus exposed, turned around in pain, facing its own body , Qi luck poured out majesticly, and the whole world seemed to freeze in an instant.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

The wooden hairpin was shattered, and the black hair fell an inch below the shoulders, watching this scene.

If it flows out like this, it will lead to the birth of Yingjie in Sakurajima for the next thirty years like a blowout.

But the direction Wei Yuan chose to guide Ah Xuan's sword down was next to Xiang Liu.

The fierce god was stunned, and immediately reacted. Before the gods, four of the heads directly tore and absorbed the luck that had been cultivated in Sakurajima for a long time, swallowed it, and accommodated it. The rest of the heads Instead, they used flames, thunder, strong winds and poison to force the rest of the gods out.

Finally, Xiangliu raised his head and shouted.

The gods pinned down his eight heads.

Suzhan Mingzun holds Tiancongyun sword in his hand, and wants to chop it down, and seal this fierce god again.

However, he was directly bitten by the ninth head, the Tiancongyun sword was directly shattered, and Suzhan Mingzun was swallowed into his stomach. The body is huge again, located in the abyss, roaring with head raised, shaking the clouds and mist, surrounded by dark clouds with thunder, and even the gods turned into the background.

In an unknown place, Wei Yuan sat cross-legged on the deck, under the deep moonlight, he calmly watched the scene that seemed to be the reappearance of a myth.

Raising his hand, the drawn picture scroll was suspended in the air with a clattering sound, reflecting the gentle moonlight. Ah Xuan saw the Taoist raise his hand and pointed down.

Dossier of Strange Power and Chaos God——

Defined as - chaos!

An act of rebellion.

As soon as the pen was written, the whole picture scroll seemed to have a charm, and finally Wei Yuan retracted it again with a flick of his sleeve, turning the scroll into a scroll and falling into Wei Yuan's palm.

Strange Power and Chaos God·Chaos One

Looking forward to the next real meeting, Xu Shi.

PS: Today's first update... 4,800 words, enough words, a little late~

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