Museum of Demons

People of later generations, have you ever heard that when people in the past offered sacrifices to the water god, the highest ritual was?

If you don’t know, let me tell you about it.

Choose a good day and auspicious day.

What day is it?

It is best to be the birthday of the legendary water god.

Then, near the turning point of the water flow, a nine-story high platform was built with white soil to put the most precious sacrifices. There is only one kind of highest offering.

Children who match their birthdays.

Rub the body with vanilla.

Wear rich and grand clothes.

In a mystic chant, standing on a raised platform.

You will be the pride of the whole family.

To serve the gods.

After you go, we will set up a sacrifice for you, and your parents will take good care of you.

Everyone knows that there will be such a story. You are the one who voluntarily sacrificed yourself to control the flood...how kind.

The water was surging, and the elders and people worshiped devoutly and respectfully, hoping that they could resolve the disaster in their hometown.

Children in costumes are treated like saints.

His wrists and ankles were tied with hemp ropes, and even stones.

Saints and pride, why are they treated like this?

Because even those who say such things know it.

Everyone wants to live.

……………

In the past, it seems that a scene that has been seen in the past flies by.

The figure holding the umbrella looked at the city in front of him calmly. On the originally wide and flat street, there are now parked cars everywhere. These creatures of modern technology can no longer perform their duties at this moment. The person holding the umbrella moves forward calmly , So water waves and winds were set off, and the water level of the river flowing through the city also began to rise sharply.

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Among the East China Sea.

Wei Yuan watched as the talisman in front of him slowly dissipated.

Gonggong's superficial consciousness turned into a tall man.

Wei Yuan's height is not low, but Gonggong is much taller than him. It looks at least two meters, but it gives people a slender and handsome feeling, as if this figure is just right. Gonggong moved his wrist, With a smile on his face.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at Yuanjue and Bai Niangzi, and told them to wait here.

Don't worry, we'll come as we go.

It shouldn't take too much time.

You are here.

Yuanjue worried: Master Wei, you...

Wei Yuan coughed a few times, and said calmly, I'll accompany Gong Gong to see the world.

Water God Gonggong laughed: These few words are a bit bold.

Strange, strange. If you had such a personality back then, then I shouldn't have no impression anyway.

Wei Yuan just replied: People change.

Everything you experience changes you.

Gong Gong was noncommittal, moved his wrist, and slightly clasped his five fingers together, so a thousand winds surged, Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and in just an instant, he had left the depths of the East Sea where he was just now.

But what Yuanjue and Bai Suzhen saw was even more powerful.

Because that is not high-speed movement.

Instead, the 'water' here and there was directly exchanged, including the things in the water.

This move is as light as weight.

If we take Buddhism as an example, perhaps only all dharmas on this side and the other side are the only one can barely be described.

Even with the heart of a monk, it took a long time to come back to his senses after witnessing such a method without the slightest smoke and fire, and whispered with emotion:

Amitabha……

Is this the water god?

The so-called supernatural powers of the Buddha in the legends compiled by the Pure Land Sect may not be as good.

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By the time the water broke through, Wei Yuan had already seen the city and the cracks in the mountains and seas in the sky—even if he killed Zhu Wu, these cracks did not recover naturally, which is normal, as if someone smashed them Once the door is opened, even if you try to break the robber, the door will not be restored by itself just because the robber was beaten away.

Therefore, at this moment, Shenzhou has a tendency to separate from other countries.

Gonggong looked at the modern high-rise buildings and those steel jungles, his face seemed a little surprised, and asked: ...Is this the modern human tribe?

It's not a tribe, it's a city.

City... Oh, yes, when I was sleeping, your houses were still very low and ordinary, at least most of the people lived in low and simple places, and even many people lived in caves Yes, it has developed into what it is now after only a few thousand years, which is very good.

Gong Gong expressed admiration in his tone.

Then the subject changed and said: It makes me want to bring China back into the rule of God.

Wei Yuan said: The god-ruled China...

Gonggong raised his eyebrows: Heh... still don't agree, do you?

Wei Yuan looked at the modern city shrouded in mist and rain, thought for a while, and replied: If it is ruled by God, maybe we will still live in stone houses after five thousand years, at most, it is just a more beautiful stone house. house, and will never develop to the present level.

But no matter how beautiful a cave is, it's still a cave.

Gonggong said: There is no longer a god, and even abandoned God.

Is this why you have developed to the present in just five thousand years?

Wei Yuan thought for a while, but replied: Five thousand years is a long time.

Gong Gong said flatly: Really?

He looked at the misty rain in the distance:

To God, five thousand years is nothing but a slightly longer dream.

One person and one god almost immediately discovered the most fundamental difference in thinking between the two. After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan changed the subject and asked, You said, the god of Jiangnan Road is a traitor?

good.

Then who is He?

Gonggong did not answer, but said: You will know when the time comes.

Yeah?

After contemplating to no avail, Wei Yuan asked, Then what will you do to him?

Gong Gong laughed, looked at Wei Yuan, and asked:

How will you treat traitors?

This topic was cut off again, and it was suspected that the existence of a certain water god captured the spirituality of the yellow scarf warriors left by Wei Yuan. Erasing the spirit is equivalent to killing the Yellow Turban Warrior in the true sense.

But also because of this, Wei Yuan was able to grasp the position of the water god at the moment and rushed straight there.

At this moment, the entire Jiangnan Road is shrouded in endless misty rain. The rain can hardly be described as raindrops, but long pale needles, which are densely inserted into the Jiangnan Road. The rising rivers danced wantonly like boa constrictors and venomous dragons.

Wei Yuan was in a daze before his eyes, always feeling that he had seen this scene somewhere before.

Flooded Jinshan?

He recalled what Yuanjue and Bai Niangzi said about his past life.

From a distance, I saw a figure holding an umbrella in the water.

And the true spirit of the yellow turban warrior was captured by the umbrella.

Without hesitation, Wei Yuan breathed out a little bit of internal energy to suppress the pain caused by the cancerous cells all over his body. He drew out the Iron Eagle Sword in his palm. The Iron Eagle Sword trembled and sounded. Surging and roaring.

Wei Yuan slashed out with a sword, but the opponent raised his hand and blocked it with an umbrella.

A loud howl almost like thunder.

The surrounding rainwater and rivers seemed to have their own spirituality, turning into chains and weapons to attack and kill Wei Yuan in an instant.

It is obvious that Wei Yuan's appearance has not been able to hide from the other party.

Wei Yuan glanced at the torrential rain around him, the continuous rainwater formed extremely fine lines.

I am afraid that when I stepped into the huge rain curtain covering the south of the Yangtze River, my existence had already been noticed... My mind moved slightly, and I shook my hand and drew out the sword. , the cuff of the person holding the umbrella has a crack, and he takes half a step back.

With one move, Wei Yuan judged that the opponent was not as good as himself in close combat.

But the power of the gods does not lie in this.

After several strong attacks, he had already gained the upper hand.

Just as Wei Yuan was about to continue to strike to secure the victory, he suddenly heard a faint shout.

Behind is a bridge, and under the bridge is the raging river at the moment.

Vehicles are stuck on the bridge.

Wei Yuan just took a glance, and saw the conspicuous color of the primary school bus, and there were more than one of them, densely crowded on the bridge that was just built. At this time, the bridge deck showed a pale color, accompanied by the bridge The roaring river below seemed almost ritual.

There are children on the school bus.

Once washed into the water flow under the bridge, at this height and the depth of the river, it is almost impossible to survive.

‘Do you know what is the best sacrifice for the water god? '

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice whispering.

Almost without hesitation, the sword in Wei Yuan's palm was originally propelled by the power of thunder, but at this moment it turned into a nimble sword style, taking advantage of the situation to force the person holding the umbrella back, and then appeared on the bridge. Almost at the same time, Ben Crazy eruption on the extremely fast river.

The waves slapped, almost smashing the entire bridge into pieces.

At least from the sidelines at this moment, the young man with the sword is too small under the huge waves of the river.

Wei Yuan was in a trance.

Floods, waves, and crying children.

Have you experienced the same scene?

In an instant, blurred images flashed before my eyes. It was the city in the Song Dynasty, the willows and swallows in the south of the Yangtze River, and then the river that devoured everything I was familiar with. There was also a shot without hesitation, blocking the river with a sword...

Will you die?

Will you be afraid of death?

The last thoughts and thoughts of the past naturally emerged in my heart.

How can you be afraid of death?

When a man dies, he dies, and he has no shame in others or himself. It is already a great fortune for the prodigal son of Jiangnan to die in Jiangnan. What pity and regret are there?

That's what I thought...

But I thought of how she would cry if she saw my dead body.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

And what came to mind in an instant was the figure of a young girl in red.

It was blurry and faded away almost instantly.

But Wei Yuan felt a slight pain in his heart.

Even with a feeling of loneliness, his sword was delayed for a moment, and in this moment, the whole wave had already been knocked down. Now, the robber blocked the river with a sword, and died from exhaustion. The water god holding the umbrella closed his eyes, looked calm, turned and left, but after only a few steps, he suddenly heard a slight voice.

The voice grew louder and more intense.

That was Jianming.

besides……

wind!

The pupils of the water god holding the umbrella shrunk.

The howling wind seemed to come from the nine heavens, and he turned his head suddenly. The scene that was the same as the water flooding the golden mountain in the past, ushered in a completely different ending in this world-a sword light swept across, and the waves were chopped to pieces , and then the breeze turned and spread suddenly, the rain seemed to lose gravity in an instant, but just stagnated in the air, and the sky reflected in every drop of rain could be seen clearly.

then,

Wei Yuan clasped the five fingers of his left hand together.

The storm spread violently from its core.

The rain was instantly swept away by the wind, collided with the rain curtain, and a large white spray burst out.

Forced by the air force, the water god holding the umbrella took a step back and frowned.

The strength of the swordsman in front of him exceeded his expectations.

He didn't plan to get entangled, and made a decisive decision, raising his hand to control the water. According to the plan, the water system of the entire Jiangnan Road will riot in an instant. The rushing water in the Yangtze River and the torrential rain will directly cover Jiangnan Road completely. His eyes The look is calm and indifferent, and the victory is in his hands.

The power of time cannot be stopped by any monk.

The bravery of a mere man.

How can it compare to my thousand-year plan?

It took a full thousand years. During these thousand years, how many attempts and layouts have been made, all omissions and possibilities have been anticipated, all possibilities have been prepared, and all possibilities have been prepared. The solution has been prepared, just for today.

Now that the general trend has come, who can stop it?

The umbrella-holding water god, called a traitor by Gonggong, murmured to himself, slightly lifted the umbrella in his hand, and looked forward with the grace of a winner.

Want to see your opponent clearly.

Then he saw the young man in black and red clothes slowly retracting his sword.

Then I saw the tall and handsome man behind him, and saw the corner of his mouth curled up, revealing a smile.

The person holding the umbrella was stunned.

Water god Gonggong.

PS: The buffer chapter, the third update...

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After the game, the work and rest go directly back to the time of the underworld, go to bed early and go to bed early, hope to adjust the work and rest back, and lie in the corpse... Let's see if I can adjust the work and rest during this period, or my body will not be able to bear it, sigh... …