Museum of Demons

The sword energy tore, and the waves surged and scattered in all directions, making a sound like thunder.

Except for the sound of the waves, there was only a dead silence.

Xiang Hongbao stared blankly at the huge ship from the Holy See sinking into the sea. He saw knights in classical armor jumping from the ship like dumplings, causing large splashes of water. Stay away from that ship desperately, fearing a huge explosion.

In the end, the ship sank like a rotten stone.

Knights like iron cans must consume considerable strength to float on the water.

Ji Kangle and the others felt their hearts throbbing heavily, and their breathing was a little short.

But there was a look of pleasure in his eyes.

The waves suddenly parted in the middle.

A middle-aged man in silver armor stepped directly on the sea, his eyes were blue, he stared at Wei Yuan, and said slowly, Why attack us?

He still speaks that ancient language.

This is to pretend to be stupid to the end.

Suddenly saw Xiang Hongbao sliding down from the helicopter with a rope, his eyes narrowed. The other party was a member who was qualified to participate in some church affairs. It can be said that he was already a middle-level member. Now he was mixed with these people, the junior chief referee of the Holy See said in shock : Xiang, why are you here?

This sentence is still in the ancient language of the church.

Xiang Hongbao was silent for a while.

Then with a serious look, he said to the head referee of the church: Actually...

I'm a policeman.

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? ? !

At this moment, the mood of the chief referee of the Holy See went from bewildered to angry.

Xiang Hongbao, who threw out bad things, was triumphant.

The Shenzhou side was a little embarrassed.

Wei Yuan retracted his sword and said:

According to international practice, after three warnings, the transcendent will not stop taking action and accept cooperation.

It will be regarded as a provocation, and we are qualified to take action.

You are under arrest, Your Excellency the Magistrate of the Holy See.

The chief referee who came aggressively, but was cut off by a sword to cut off the giant wheel, was silent for a while.

Seemingly helpless, he sighed.

Then the water beneath his feet suddenly exploded.

The whole person was like a cannonball fired from the chamber, and it flew towards Xiang Hongbao in an instant.

Knowing that Xiang Hongbao, who knows the languages ​​of other countries, and the traitor of the church must die.

The right fist paused for a moment, but the power contained in it was even more fierce, and it was thrown out violently.

This punch is enough to pierce the secret wall of the ancient fortress.

Xiang Hongbao didn't seem to be able to react at all.

But when the middle-aged man's fist fell heavily, he suddenly felt something was wrong. A sharp pain came from the edge of the fist that was sharpened like a blue rock. When the fist hit, there was even a feeling of hitting the steel It felt like the middle-aged man's eyes changed, and when he saw a tall monk appearing in front of Xiang Hongbao, he smashed his fist on the man's chest, with no effect.

Not even the slightest ripple appeared on the surface of the water under the monk's feet.

It was as if all the punches were absorbed by him.

The middle-aged man's expression sharpened, he backed away suddenly, and swung his sword out.

Yuanjue recited a Buddha's name, raised his hand and turned his five fingers over, and pressed directly on the top of the blond man's head with immense force, but the latter just felt the breeze blowing on his face, and then, the sea under his feet suddenly broke, and huge waves rushed towards him crazily. Slapping around, the roaring sound was like thunder, like natural disasters and god's wrath, roaring in the ears and heart of the middle-aged chief referee.

After a few breaths, the waves calmed down.

Yuanjue withdrew his right hand.

The chief referee, who had murderous intentions in his heart just now, calmed down.

The palm trembled slightly and moved away from the hilt.

A group of knights looked at the calm and domineering chief referee, and clenched their swords tightly.

There was a burst of heroic momentum.

Xiang Hongbao also reminded in a low voice:

Be careful with the secret technique of the Tribunal.

In the silence, the chief referee raised his left hand, and then slowly raised his right hand.

I demand humane and democratic treatment.

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For Wei Yuan, the temporary solution to these church monks with malicious intentions is just incidental. His real goal is to find out what the relationship between the accidents in the East China Sea and the Water God Gonggong is. For safety, Wei Yuan and Yuanjue need help first. Send these knights back.

On the way, I arrived at the place where the church's fictional angel lost contact.

It is a calm sea.

At least according to Wei Yuan's perception, he didn't feel that there was a problem, he didn't perceive the ancient divine power from the world of mountains and seas, but when he asked Yuanjue, Yuanjue also shook his head. His cultivation can already be regarded as the first echelon. He also practiced the Consciousness-Only School of Gradual Enlightenment and the Zen School of Sudden Enlightenment.

There's none……

Isn't the change in the East China Sea due to Gong Gong?

Could it be that the garden of Eden that was discovered last time caused the problem?

One doubt after another appeared in Wei Yuan's mind, and he pretended to ask Feng Siyu casually, but the girl was only concentrating on thinking about the food, and didn't feel anything. Wei Yuan finally decided to settle down on the coast of the East China Sea first, and then think about other things. The method, if it really doesn’t work, just ask Wu Zhiqi again.

Zhu Jiuyin's words may awaken Gong Gong.

His thoughts were churning, while Zhang Hao next to him grabbed Xiang Hongbao and said doubtfully:

Since when are you a policeman?

Xiang Hongbao said awkwardly, I'm not...

I just always wanted to say that line.

Zhang Hao: ...

Xiang Hongbao changed the subject, coughed, looked at the gentle and calm monk, his eyes were slightly bright, and said:

By the way, Master, what was your palm called just now? Do you have a name?

Yuanjue saluted with one hand, and replied, That palm was passed down from my ancestor.

The moves are peaceful, don't attack people's vital points, use more skill to subdue people, and don't do much killing.

That's why it's called the Great Compassionate Qianye Hand.

Everyone who heard this sentence recalled the palm that directly smashed a sea wave just now, and fell silent. Xiang Hongbao turned his head and looked at the huge palm print that appeared on the shoulder of the chief referee after being pressed by Yuan Jue , the corner of his mouth twitched.

no……

This thing... mercy?

As long as my strength is strong enough to scare the other party so that he dare not draw the knife, then I don't have to kill him.

So, strength equals compassion?

Xiang Hongbao began to feel that there was something wrong with the people in the museum.

Looking at Wei Yuan who was lost in thought, he suddenly felt a little excited and said:

Master Wei, what's the name of that sword you just made? Is it some peerless secret book? Before he was kidnapped into the Nestorian cross with two lollipops by the uncle of the Education Committee, what he yearned for was that white-clothed swordsman, Chic and ethereal style.

Huh? Swordsmanship? No name...

Wei Yuan raised his head and replied, If you want to talk about cheat books.

Hmm...Chapter 3 of Personal Education Edition Senior Secondary Elective Physics?

Xiang Hongbao: ???

Wei Yuan explained: The sword is straight. It uses lightning to inject electric current, and then moves straight. The principle of electricity and magnetism uses sword energy to expand the lightning and magnetic field, and then cuts down instantly. By controlling the intensity of lightning, it causes high temperature. and chaotic magnetic fields.

Electricity and magnetism understand?

This thing is much better against modern electronic equipment and the like than pure sword energy.

Xiang Hongbao fell silent.

Suddenly, I felt that in that museum, whether it was the owner or the staff, the style of painting was a bit crooked.

Zhang Hao, you are right!

Yuanjue exclaimed, It's indeed a good method. You came up with it, Master Wei?

No, it was Zhang Tianshi who said it.

When he was young, he went to Wudu for a 'friendly exchange'. He felt that spells should not be restricted to the past rules. He said that if Zhang Daoling, the ancestor celestial master, was still alive, he would definitely learn this knowledge. The detective was annoyed by a doctor, so he hid his identity and took classes at a university in London by the way.

Oh, is it Wudu University?

No, it's Wudu Women's University.

??!

Wei Yuan looked at Yuanjue, coughed, and said, At that time, he seemed to be only eighteen or nineteen years old. He was wanted all over the country in Fog City, and he was injured, so he had to hide at night and miss classes during the day. As for the reason... ...I heard that there is a treasure house called the Gate of Truth on the highest floor of the Tower of London, the Royal Family of the Foggy City.

Yuanjue said: The poor monk has also heard of it. According to legend, it is not inferior to the secret treasures hidden by dragons and tigers in Shenzhou.

Wei Yuan said: There is a sword mark on that door.

Yuanjue was stunned: ??!

He reacted and dared not say anything: Could it be...

Wei Yuan put the sword on his knee, nodded and said:

He did it.

At that time, he was wanted only after his sword energy pierced through the 15-meter Mithril Gate.

This...why?

Wei Yuan said helplessly:

Because he heard that there is wine made by the goblin in the lake left over from the time of the Knights of the Round Table.

He was just running out of wine.

There was a dead silence on the ship.

It's ridiculous.

But in the absurdity, I don't know why there is a trace of wanton chic.

Xiang Hongbao opened his mouth, half envious and half complaining:

He might as well tie up the goblin of the lake.

Wei Yuan was silent for a while, awkwardly said:

He did tie...

Um??!

This is the real reason why Ah Xuan told Wei Yuan why everyone in Longhushan did not allow the old master to drink alcohol. It is a black history. Sitting on the dragon and tiger, the old celestial master looking at the world is naturally magnanimous, but the young Taoist who was obsessed with wine and swords when he was young is also chic enough and romantic enough.

So chic, so crazy.

It is because they know that the royal family of Wudu regards the goblin in the lake as their royal family’s private property, and set up formations in the surrounding dense forests to prevent goblins from going out, and no one else is allowed to enter. Evil thoughts, in the midst of the royal ceremony, he pierced through the royal guard with his sword.

He set up the Taoist magic circle and broke through the seal of Wudu directly.

In the eyes of the fairy in the lake with a long history and countless legends.

A boy with black hair like a long night descended from the sky like a god and appeared in front of her.

Full sleeves of moonlight, full of sword energy.

Wei Yuan recalled what Ah Xuan had said, and briefly said:

He took the goblin of the lake with him and traveled in Europa for ten months. Before leaving, he broke into the Tower of London for the second time and sent back the famous sword that the Knights of the Round Table 'obtained' from the goblin of the lake. Pay it back and return it to its original owner.”

Then in order to save a boat ticket and buy alcohol, he sneaked onto the boat, but got drunk and got on the wrong boat. It was a boat transporting prisoners, and he was sent to Australia. This happened when he was about nineteen years old. But later on in Australia, he lived quite comfortably, there is no way, most Taoist swordsmen have this personality.

It's fun to throw them on an island and count the ants.

Xiang Hongbao's face was full of envy, and the chief referee's heart was turned upside down. These deeds corresponded to a name in his mind. At this time, the ship arrived at the coast. Yuanjue had to escort them all the way to the special operations team.

After that, of course someone will be in charge.

Ji Kangle sent them out, and said, This time, I really thank you, Master Wei, otherwise, we might not be able to stop the Holy See.

Wei Yuan shook his head and said, What should be done.

Ji Kangle thanked him several times, and suddenly remembered something, and said: By the way, if you want to find out what happened in Donghai recently, Master Wei, you can go to a small island... I remember that the people in the church said that It's pretty close.

There's still a village living there.

When we come back from missions, if we can't make it back at night, we often stay there for one night and get to know each other well, or I'll take you to have a look?

Near the East China Sea Incident?

Wei Yuan was thoughtful, thinking of Zhu Jiuyin's judgment on this trip, which was dangerous, but not fatal, and even some unexpected little surprises, so he calmed down a little.

Nodding his head, he said, Then I will trouble you.

PS: Today's first update... 3,600 words...