Museum of Demons

Lei Xi, who was in the caravan, walked forward slowly.

Wu An Jun Bai Qi sat on Lei Xi, looking at the front with a calm expression.

In the vast and remote and extremely lonely Great Wilderness, at least it seems that he is the only one with the sword alone, which has its own bleakness. Of course, if the god who claims to be Shi Yi who followed him leisurely can just disappear , even better.

Along the way, this guy took out several books with red covers, and severely criticized Mr. Wu An for being too paranoid and backward in thinking, Nima couldn't beat him, and he was too lazy to talk, so he had to treat him as air, but air was also Not so noisy.

Lord Wu An rolled over and stood in front of the cliff, overlooking everything in the world.

Looking at Shi Yi with a cold expression beside him, Lord Wu An is naturally a rational being, knowing that he can't beat this god who is as stubborn and paranoid as himself, Shi Yi stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep and deep voice, Human, where are you going?

Lord Wu'an said: No country is a lone army. If a lone army enters the hinterland, if it cannot quickly defeat the enemy, it will surely die. Therefore, it is necessary to have the support of the state.

Shi Yi frowned and said, But Shenzhou is in the human world.

Shenzhou...

Lord Wu An overlooked the front, the Great Wilderness looked very desolate at the moment, and it was far more vast than the human world. According to legend, around this world with the most vitality, there are still various fragments that have been split. These fragments are accompanied by The deduction of time has turned into many small thousand worlds.

The big ones may be comparable to the human world.

The small ones are as big as a city.

Later, Lord Wu An once recorded his battles in the Great Wilderness in his newly written art of war, in which there was a sentence written like this, the world is like a fight, and I came here to know how big the world is.

At this moment, Bai Qi suddenly opened his mouth and said:

Among the 500,000 coalition forces in Dahuang, there is no human country, and according to what you told me before, the class of Dahuang is implicitly determined by the strength of practice. Does this also mean that the overall strength of the human race is exactly The weakest, the most oppressed, the lowest-level ones in the Great Wilderness?

He opened his mouth suddenly, pointing directly at the question that Shi Yi had been thinking for a while.

The two have different routes, but their thinking styles are extremely similar.

You can see the ultimate point, but one hopes to reconcile many contradictions. Shi Yi's peace is not a weakness without bloodshed and sacrifice, but only kills those who deserve to be killed, and strives for strength that can be won. Endless carnage A case of senseless carnage.

The other is the god of killing who puts an end to killing with killing, ending hundreds of years of killing in his own generation.

It is also the head of the ten philosophers who have ended the longest history of fighting in China.

Bai Qi said:

It's just an extension of the Mohist school. Most of Qin's organs and crossbows have Mohist handwriting, and I naturally know this. Even the wilderness countries think that it is bound to win a big battle, and it is a war to divide interests. There is no country of the human race. , it seems that our human race is the most oppressed on this earth.

The oppressed should be saved, not to mention that they are of the same blood as us. Emotionally, I certainly hope to save them.

Shi Yi said slowly: What do you mean?

Just as you guessed.

Lord Wu An held his sword and said: Shenzhou is my homeland. I tried my best to integrate myself into this era, but I found that my Shenzhou has passed away, and my hometown is Daqin. I can't go back to my homeland, but I can find my hometown again. arrive.

Shi Yi looked at Bai Qi: Da Qin? This country has disappeared.

No, as long as I'm still alive, as long as His Majesty the First Emperor is still here, then Great Qin will never perish... Mr. Wu An suddenly laughed, recalling what the First Emperor ordered before he really fell asleep when he left the imperial mausoleum. A secret order that even Wei Yuan had never heard of.

The First Emperor of the Qin Dynasty sat down with his eyes down, and told him what he saw when he went to Kunlun.

If you have a chance, go outside of Shenzhou and raise the battle flag of Daqin again, Lord Wu'an.

Jun Wu An asked slowly: Aren't you going to tell the young master about this?

A Yuan? No...

The first emperor held the sword in his right hand, looked tired, but suddenly smiled:

Sometimes he is very smart, but sometimes he is very naive. I told them before that I would give up my desire for hegemony, and they believed it. Yes, I will choose to let go of Shenzhou and let people of this era complete this task. duty of the times.

That's what they deserve.

It's what they deserve, the future they hold in their hands.

However, I have also seen the world outside China.

Why did Ah Yuan feel that after seeing such a vast world and land, I would lie dormant in that old street with peace of mind. It is true that the sword must be sheathed, and the old street is a place that makes me comfortable, but I Qin Jian, originally without a sheath, seizes gold and fire invisibly, and is destined to conquer the Three Realms.

Wu Anjun was silent: Really, don't you need to tell Yu Shaoshangzao?

No need...

Emperor Shihuang gradually fell into a deep sleep, propping his chin with one hand. For some reason, he seemed to see some figures who looked like young cattle driving boys, and they dispersed immediately. He said flatly:

A first emperor who gave up fighting for hegemony is no longer me.

Even so...

But maintain the image of the king in the hearts of his subjects.

It is also the grace I should have.

Bai Qi: ?!!

Heh, it's just a joke... Mr. Wu An, step back.

The first emperor fell asleep peacefully.

The wind of the Great Wilderness rushed to his face with a strong spiritual energy, stinging and stinging, like the wind and sand outside Hangu Pass, Bai Qi raised Qin Jian, pointed forward, and said: Since there are many princes who steal the country outside, then , I will also rebuild my kingdom of Great Qin from the ruins.

By His Majesty the First Emperor's order.

The Great Qin's Great Wall will one day spread across the Three Realms and protect the ten directions.

Shi Yi's pupils contracted. Look at Bai Qi.

Bai Qi also looked at him, and said: But this does not mean that I will choose the past national structure, and saving the oppressor is your hope.

So, how can these people be saved in the true sense? Saving one or two, in my opinion, is just a small thing done by the so-called good people for the inner sense of accomplishment, which is not worth mentioning in this troubled world. .”

The head of the ten philosophers of Shenzhou is second only to Jiang Taigong in terms of status, but his achievements are not necessarily inferior to Wu Anjun.

His eyes were as deep as the abyss of killing, but he spit out the words of a strategist:

If you really intend to save the world, start by seeking a country and aiming at the world with your sword, how about it?

Shi Yi, since he is a god, can he have the confidence to seize a wicked country and achieve a great cause? Can he have the vision and courage to let go of one or two plans to take it slowly, but to save a country, and even the souls of the wilderness countries? ? A single spark can start a prairie fire, and that’s when one’s own side is weak.”

Since there are better options, why not burn this absurd world of oppression with flames?

Subject to an era directly.

Completely end this era called Great Wilderness?!

The line that Shi Yi had never stepped on in his heart was broken by the deepness in the eyes of the famous general in front of him.

That is, in a sense, the military strategist is number one through the ages.

You can promote your laws and ideas in this country.

Lord Wu An said: Only one point.

this country.

He said, It's Qin.

This will be a person from the past who has been abandoned by the times, looking for his hometown.

………………………

Marquis Zhuge Wu, with clever strategies and ingenuity, has everything, but there is only one thing...

Not good at watching people.

And both are heroes and heroes tempered during the years of China.

Not chess pieces.

Bai Qi thought this way, but suddenly recalled that when Zhuge Wuhou left, he told them that there was no real strategy, the only request was to forcefully restrain the soldiers and horses of the Great Wilderness in the rear, Wu An Jun's eyes Hold back.

Recalling the young mastermind who shook his feather fan slightly to hide his handsome face, except for his clear eyes.

...Have you seen it?

Only those who have the ambition to swallow the world and harbor the opportunity of the universe can truly destroy the wilderness and create opportunities for China.

Bai Qi, the head of the ten philosophers, and Zhuge Wuhou, the last of the ten philosophers.

Representing the two chiefs of the Shenzhou military strategist Annihilation and Zhengmou.

Across the wilderness and the human world, an interaction between exchange and strategy was completed.

He took out his brocade pouch and violated Marquis Wu's order to open the pouch after fifteen days. After opening, the first line of words was slightly startled:

Mr. Wu An, look at the kit in advance, but you have breached the contract.

The second line of characters is sharp and sharp, tempered like fire and gold——

The world is huge.

Only you take it for yourself.

Bai Qi crushed the kit in his hand, and let the white paper fall like broken snow, driving thunder and rhinoceros, while Shi Yi next to him spoke slowly, and said a human country that oppressed the people the most, Wu An Jun smiled Nodding, although it is one person.

but……

Beat the drums and march.

It is no longer part of this era, the lonely shadow left by the past raises its arms, but there is no comrade behind it, no black black bird flag of Daqin, Wu Anjun's face has a look that no one has seen. With a bright smile, his arms dropped, and he said softly:

Da Qin...

No response.

Respond in my heart.

Wan Sheng.

And so the legend begins.

………………………

click.

Wei Yuan sat on the old man's back, gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his injuries, pulled and closed violently, accompanied by the white-haired old man's grinning, crackling sounds like setting off firecrackers, again Bone-setting done.

The old man who played dead trembled.

But for some embarrassing reason, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Don't you want to be ashamed of being recognized as a top ten man after being hit again?

No more face?

Wei Yuan jumped off the old man.

He took his pulse, and then frowned: It's strange...how does this pulse look like a square dance, it goes up and down for a while, it's outrageous...

Chang Xi sneered and said nothing, seeing this human man became more and more displeased.

Wei Yuan took out a few big needles directly with the Daoist technique of touching stones into gold.

Try acupuncture...

Buzhou Mountain God, who was lying flat, touching fish and pretending to be dead, was relieved.

I finally stopped breaking my waist.

Whoops, hello...huh? ! !

The old man's face was dull, and the top ten spiritual senses in the world were swept away.

Seeing the extra sharp silver needles in Wei Yuan's hand.

Um? !

What's this?

Needle, shouldn't it?

Well, haha, definitely not, how is this possible?

How could you use this thing to pierce my waist?

Hahaha, shouldn't, shouldn't...

What is the old man guilty of?

With a movement of Wei Yuan's wrist, the silver needle was injected three inches directly from an acupuncture point on the waist.

Buzhou Mountain God: ...

Eat melon, eat a hairy melon.

Hiss...!

Wei Yuan flicked the needle with the acupuncture and moxibustion method, the silver needle trembled, and the energy spread into it, and then the index finger and thumb held the tail of the silver needle, and slowly moved the needle down to adjust the Qi channel, which is an unspoken tradition in Taoist acupuncture and moxibustion. Secret, to communicate with the patient's Qi veins and blood, of course, corresponding to the first experience of this acupuncture method, the old man Bu Zhoushan is naturally very sour and refreshing. Who knows the feeling.

The old mountain master's face was distorted and sour, and he couldn't hold back anymore. When he turned his head, he saw a pair of black pupils.

Wei Yuan squatted beside him, his eyes intersecting with him:

are you awake?

Old man.

PS: The first update today...