Museum of Demons

With a voluntary guide from a local.

The westward journey of the two brothers of the Chen family started directly, or in other words, they faced more dangerous difficulties. After the horse bandit named Shi Pantuo found that he could not beat the monk, after thinking about it, he once wanted to take the ranger caught.

Simple, right.

I can't beat you, and I can't beat the guy next to you?

Then he was beaten a second time.

Was drawn into a spinning top with the Tang knife in his hand by the ranger of the Tang Dynasty.

In the end, even this arrogant ranger sat directly on the back of the horse bandit, and was carried all the way.

The poor horse bandit could only curse in his heart and exert his subjective initiative.

Imagine that proud Tang ranger as a beauty from the Central Plains.

Only then did he comfort his poor heart, and barely finished the journey.

They chose to bypass the Yumen Pass, fetch water from the beacon tower, and rely on this little water to cross the eight hundred miles of quicksand desert. Although they were careful enough, it was still extremely dangerous to sneak into the oasis guarded by the Tang army to fetch water.

This is the real elite of the Tang Empire.

Shi Pantuo looked at the two courageous men in front of him, his calves were trembling.

Is there anything wrong with you Datang people?

The professional Malaysian bandit felt that he was so timid and harmless that he was no different from the little white rabbit raised at home.

He wanted to say more than once, two grandpas, let's forget it.

The scattered guys go back to their homes and find their wives.

And when he was fetching water, his hands trembled for a while, and he was discovered just like that.

A chilling cry: Bring the torch!

You Xia'er subconsciously grasped Tang Dao, his brows sank slightly.

The heart beats fast.

At that moment, as if holding the crouching tiger command, an indescribable temperament emerged from the bottom of my heart, that kind of domineering, that kind of evil spirit, it was as if I had fought back and forth from Wanjun before, like It was as calm and calm as he once had a match with the world's number one fierce general.

Shi Pantuo's face was covered with evil spirit.

In a daze, I saw the appearance of this young man charging among the ten thousand armies, as if he was single-handedly fighting the ten thousand armies, arrogant and arrogant.

The horse bandit who came back to his senses was full of despair.

Who is the horse bandit? !

Who the hell is the murderer!

Could it be that now the colleagues of Datang are already able to pretend to be harmless monks to lure people into the bait?

Is it that competitive?

In the end, the ranger's knife did not come out of its sheath.

Because when the general Guan called out to bring the lamp, he squatted in the grass, and the monk with a bald head had to stand up. In the later records, Master Xuanzang told everyone that this was because the general at the border happened to be double-edged. He is a Buddhist.

In fact, the horse bandit faithfully recorded that scene in his memory.

When the Tang border general saw a tall, broad-shouldered monk standing up slowly holding a 2.3-meter Zen stick, even the moonlight in the desert was covered, and the general's movements abruptly changed from looking down to looking up , and finally turned into looking up, until a large shadow fell on his face.

The monk stuck the Zen staff into the ground, and it was as heavy as a battering hammer, and he clasped his hands together and said:

The poor monk wants to go out.

They were so miraculously let go.

The horse bandit couldn't believe it at all.

Later, I experienced a lot of things, and I thought clearly, but even at that time, I only dared to record a sentence of the mage's body is stalwart at this time.

And afterwards, because the ranger was really bored, Xuanzang thought for a while and gave a suggestion: Why don't you record everything you experience every day? The monk smiled and said: In this case , it’s better to pass the time, and it’s not so hard.”

Ranger Chen Yuan was very moved.

Immediately, he felt a little unsure, and said, But, Xuanzang, you know me.

I haven't read much at all, so it's probably boring to write.

Xuanzang laughed and said, Nothing.

He casually handed the water bag to Chen Yuan, and said, When I go back, I'll help you polish it up. Maybe you can rely on this to leave your name in this era.

So Ranger really started to record these things.

At first I thought it would be very difficult, but after getting started, I realized that it was actually not as difficult as I imagined. I don’t know why, but I seem to be very used to doing these things, and I can record many things easily.

And the big horse bandit was idle and bored, and began to record things on the slate.

He originally wanted to run, but the eight hundred miles of quicksand, relying on a little water obtained from the beacon tower, it is difficult to run back. In other words, if he ran back, he might be shot into a hornet's nest hedgehog by Tang Jun , so I had no choice but to follow honestly.

In the end, the reason why he chose to stay completely was because the monk gave him and Chen Yuan the drinking water and food. For five days, when the monks who were as powerful as gods all fell down.

The two hurriedly planned to feed him water, only to find out what the monk had done.

No one knows how such a martial artist who consumes a lot of water every day can not eat or drink for five days and four nights. To drink water, he ran out on a red horse to find water.

You are here to guard him.

Chen Yuan stared at the horse bandit, raised his hand and drew his sword.

On this journey to the west, his martial arts had unknowingly improved to a level that far surpassed that of the past, but with a slight shake of his palm, the domineering sword energy was directly swallowed out vertically and horizontally, leaving a huge circle on the ground.

The dense sword energy flowed, which isolated the heat to a certain extent.

Regardless of the comparison with monks, this ranger has already roamed Luoyang since he was young.

At this moment, his swordsmanship is already extremely high.

You Xia sneered and said, If you run away, I will kill you in the sky and on the earth.

Then left half of the water, and galloped away on horseback.

Shi Pantuo originally planned to leave, but looking at the monk's tightly closed eyes, he thought of the monk who was always maintaining high aspirations and guiding him like a Buddha or a god during these times, and if the monk hadn't mixed the water and If the food is distributed, he may not be able to live until now.

At last the horse bandit sighed, dragged the monk into the shadow under a stone, and said to himself, I can't live with such little water.

Monk of the Tang Dynasty, I am not here to save you, I just don't want to be stabbed to death by that ranger with a sword.

He had no hope at all that the Ranger would come back.

After all, there is so little water, and the wind and sand are billowing, it is too difficult to come back.

Later, he recalled that he didn't choose to bring the water bag at this time, and even killed the monk and took blood from the water bag like the horse bandits would do. Was it because he couldn't live with the blood? In just a few days of life, I have been unable to attack this monk, and I can't tell the difference.

But in the end, the ranger actually broke through the wind and sand and found the oasis.

And the monk survived because of it.

In the end they arrived at Yiwu, the first small country in the Western Regions, but the gap between the three of them was broken a lot invisibly. Even though the monk had experienced the danger of life and death, he still had an optimistic smile, even Yu comforted Chen Yuan, thought for a long time, and choked out a sentence: Do you want to drink?

Chen Yuan was stunned, then furious.

Finally, I couldn't help but frantically masturbating the monk's bald head.

The last time I drank, I wrapped Chang'an for you.

Drinking this time, do you want to throw me here?!

Let me tell you, whoever comes back with wine, I'll beat him to death!

The monk was not annoyed either, and let him complain.

The corner of Shi Pantuo's mouth twitched, and he silently hid the wine in his sleeve.

………………

Modern·Human·West Kunlun.

Wei Yuan's expression was peaceful, and he was in a deep sleep.

Queen Mother Xi finally realized something was wrong - it took too long.

There is a saying in human legends about Huangliang Yimeng, the recall of memory is not too long, so the second level should be over soon, but this guy has been several times longer than ordinary people's memories, and he almost wants to sink into it like.

The recalled memory will be the most critical aid for crossing the third level.

Most likely it is a memory of some kind of tempered state of mind.

But... what exactly has he experienced that he has honed for so long?

Queen Mother Xi silently looked away and noticed the mirror.

At this moment, this magic weapon is still absorbing the power from Lu Wu.

Queen Mother Xi's clone counted the time, and a strange smile appeared on Grace's face.

At this moment, on the Kunlun Mountain in the western mountain world, many mountain gods rushed to the Kunlun Hill. In the past few days, it was deduced that when the Kunlun Mountain Protector Lu Wu recovered, even the old mountain lord of Chongwu Mountain came. He also planned to intercede for Wei Yuan and Lu Wushen.

But all the mountain gods waited for a long time, but they couldn't wait for Lu Wu's recovery.

The old mountain master looked up hesitantly.

Many mountain gods and water gods saluted and cast spells together: Greatly invite the Great God Lu Wu...

Magical supernatural powers, connecting inside and outside.

It seems that there is a huge mirror illusory. Outside are the respectful gods of the Western Mountain Realm, and inside is a dark and deep place. The huge and great Kunlun God Lu Wu is in it. Today is the day of his recovery. .

There was no response for a long time.

The gods had no choice but to call out again: Respectfully invite God Lu Wu...

The spell is strengthened again, and the voice can be heard clearly.

As a result, many mountain gods heard a strange sound.

It's loud, it's loud...

It's hard to hear.

Accompanied by Lu Wushen's main body rising and falling, the sound also fluctuated from time to time.

It's kind of like... like...

When the gods were so stunned, they didn't dare to think too much.

I don't know who whispered a word:

Where did the cat snore?!

Why is it so ugly, I've never heard such an ugly snoring...

Lord Chongwu: ...

Quicksand River God: ...

There was a dead silence so embarrassing that you could use your toes to pull out a piece of Shenzhou model. Suddenly, with the fluctuation of mana, this spell was forcibly interrupted by the Kunlun gods here, so that this could make Lu Wu die in public The scene was stopped, and one of the leading Kunlun gods managed to maintain the solemnity, with a stiff face and said:

Lu Wushen has not yet awakened...Gods come back.

This is.

The gods looked at each other strangely, and did not dare to mention what happened just now, but when they asked when they would come again, the Kunlun gods couldn't give a proper explanation, and the gods had to retreat, and the Kunlun gods were also shocked. According to Lu Wushen's calculations, such a situation was impossible.

Did something unexpected happen that greatly consumed the power of God Lu Wu?

It actually made Lu Wushen fall into a deep sleep again.

He was greatly puzzled, but somewhat relieved.

Fortunately, it was stopped in time, and these mountain gods and water gods also knew how powerful they were.

More or less protected the prestige and dignity of the mountain god Lu Wu.

Not to the point of death...

He didn't notice this scene at all.

Among the retreating mountain and sea gods, the God of Liusha River is next to Changcheng.

The water ghost adjusted his glasses.

Silently hid the miniature camera in his arms.

PS: Today's first update... These two days are over~ I don't intend to delay too long, and, to be honest, I still want to tell the real Tang Xuanzang... At least in the desert, he is real Five days and four nights without eating or drinking.