Museum of Demons

Almost at the moment when the old man Bu Zhoushan's voice sounded, Wei Yuan slapped his right hand and pulled out the Chang'an sword directly from under the chopping board of the snack cart. handle, but the sharpness is tempered.

Straightforwardly, he directly blocked this majestic force.

A series of majestic auras converged and crisscrossed, the remaining injury on Wei Yuan's shoulder cracked, and blood spilled out, but the blood that flew out stopped in the air strangely.

The power of time.

Twelve Yuanchen?

The thoughts in Wei Yuan's mind changed sharply, and with a burst of shouting, the Chang'an sword in his palm screamed, and the sword energy was cold, soaring into the sky, and the swordsmanship that reached God's Domain instantly exchanged wounds for wounds, forcing back the three Yuanchen gods who were attacking him at the same time , blood spilled.

In the past, he needed Yuan Chen to concentrate on fighting Geng Chen before he could kill them all with a single blow.

At this moment, he himself is already a powerful enemy who needs Yuan Chenshen to join hands to fight against him, and he still can't take advantage of it under the tricks.

Wei Yuan exhales and recovers Qi. At this moment, the mana in his body is based on the pre-Qin Qi refining technique, and accommodates the characteristics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism. Attacking against attacking in an instant, six Yuan Chen joined forces, but none of them could get close.

But now, he heard the sound transmission from old man Bu Zhoushan again:

Run, fox cub!

What are you still doing here?!

Wei Yuan's thoughts were calm.

Come, is there only Twelve Yuanchen?

No, I fought in the Northwest Heaven Territory and killed so many evils that the Great Desolation has never experienced it in thousands of years.

Unless there is a problem in the brain, everyone knows that with the help of six Yuan Chen, they can at most form an array to protect themselves in front of themselves, and it is absolutely impossible to beat themselves.

So, would it be a fool to find here now?

In the boundless and vast wilderness, in a short period of time, Wei Yuan could accurately find his position from the suspicious formations set up by Wei Yuan, and even set up traps in advance. How can someone who can have such insight and judgment be an idiot?

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Without thinking, with a sway of his body, he directly pushed Chang Xi away, and the Chang'an sword slashed straight out.

The pinnacle of the world, the limit of technology——

hometown!

On the remnant sword of Chang'an Sword, there appeared a true and true Ling Lie sword intent.

There was a feeling that the real thing had been cut, and the golden blood was spilled.

Kunlun Sword Intent · Hometown: At the same time, lock a piece of space in front, directly fold the space conceptually, and then cut through it with a sword, so everything is hit and everything is broken.

But almost at the same time, Wei Yuan snorted.

He took a few steps back and covered his abdomen with his left hand. The blue coarse cloth clothes on his body were quickly soaked with blood. A pair of black pupils locked on the enemy in front of him. It was a handsome and quiet young man with his eyes closed and black hair like ink However, there are two pale strands at the temples, giving an extremely brittle feeling.

There were shocking sword marks on his body, but he recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

authority over time.

An indestructible body similar to Shi Yi.

Use the sword to capture the fragments of the time ahead. Time is the possibility of the future. Among countless time points, find the possibility that must be hit, and then turn it into reality. This is my swordsmanship and your moves. There seem to be similarities.

The youth whispered.

Then he calmly said: I...

Ye Ming.

Wei Yuan said slowly: One of the top ten peaks in the world, the eldest son of Empress Houtu.

The real lord of Twelve Yuanchen.

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand. The background of the Great Desolation lies in its strength. It is obvious that those powerful men who were famous in ancient times, the gods who once stood before Emperor Xuanyuan, still have blood descendants——

After noticing Wei Yuan's appearance, Dahuang would naturally choose to invite a stronger existence.

Choking.

This is the Lord of Time, whose strength can directly rival King Yu.

When it comes to defense, Shi Yi is the strongest, but when it comes to time, no one can surpass Yi Ming.

Later, he was born in Yiming, and he lived in the West Pole. He traveled the times of the sun, the moon and the stars——Shan Hai Jing

It is the true spirit enlightened by Empress Houtu, and it is the land where Empress Nuwa was first created. In a place like the Great Wilderness, she is in charge of the order of the sun, moon, and stars. It caught Wei Yuan's face.

The vice-lord of the Great Wilderness, the son of the top ten, the right arm and right arm of the Emperor of Heaven.

Di Jun is in charge of the sun, moon and stars, and Ye Ming is the one who helps him maintain order.

Really, think highly of yourself...

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth.

I am a small pawn, and even the deputy emperor of the sky came directly from the land of the far west.

Will Di Jun come directly next time?

The wound pierced by the years could not be healed. Wei Yuan directly turned the wound into a scorched black piece with flames and thunder, and forcibly stopped the bleeding. His face was distorted due to the stinging pain, but the injury was temporarily stopped after all. He held the sword in his right hand, and the sword was violent.

Yan Ming said: Therefore, I set up a suspicious formation, divided my secrets, handed them over to different beasts and took them to all directions in the wilderness, and then created the illusion that I had already left, but the main body stayed in the place that should have been the most dangerous. In the region, it is safe to enjoy the market, and it is a smart choice.

But time leaves its mark on everything.

Twelve Yuanchen, who surrounded him, noticed in astonishment that facing Ye Ming's aura, that mortal was actually at the same level, not in strength, but in will and aura, not inferior to the gods who had gone through the years.

The young man with an amazing sense of fragility was surprised, and then said:

You are not my match.

Unless your sword goes two stages further and can leave traces on time forever.

He opened and closed his lips, and was about to open his mouth. Seeing the changes in the shape of his lips, he seemed to want to say the words Kunlun Mountain God. Suddenly, an old man with white hair who was tied up by Yuan Chen broke free for some reason. The years rope.

Then he slapped the unsuspecting Yuan Chen all over the place.

I……

Niutou Yuanchen, who was staring at Wei Yuan with a face full of vigilance, hadn't uttered a classic curse from the Great Wilderness, and was directly thrown out of the ground. His face was so bewildered that he crashed into the garbage pile in the corner, which looked quite tall. The old man stepped on the ground with his right foot in the hemp shoe, then he gave a biu, kicked off, and flew out.

As soon as he opened his arms, he hugged the handsome young man directly. No one noticed that the speed of the old man at this moment, even Ye Ming, who had mastered the power of time, was trapped before he could react, and then shouted road:

Fox cub, go, go!

Take this opportunity, you go, go!

The old man cried out tragically.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, turned over and grabbed Chang Xi's wrist, took the imperial concubine directly, turned over and left, those Yuan Chen were worried about the safety of the lord, subconsciously hesitated, and could not catch up, so they had to turn around and look Choking.

It is naturally even more impossible for the gods outside to catch up with that human race.

The young man still had his eyes closed, his temples were white and his hair was slightly raised, his tone was calm, and he said softly:

What are you kidding again?

Hey, did the little guy recognize the old man?

Buzhou Mountain God laughed.

Yan Ming closed his eyes, nodded softly and said: Back then, my mother... my mother once took me to travel around Liuxu, and I was also instructed by the old man when I was young, but I didn't expect that you, who are the pillar of the world and who are in a neutral position, would actually Will you also participate in the battle between the wilderness and the human world?

It's not like participating in a fight.

Buzhou Mountain God scratched his head, explained two general grievances, and said freely: Although I was bumped by that kid, he took good care of me. He ate a lot of food these days, so in the end Stopping you for a while is considered a kindness, without compromising neutrality.

This melon is about to explode on the forehead.

Buzhou Shanshen was scheming in his heart. The strongest Ye Ming of the last era had appeared. He was afraid that he would have to eat himself if he didn't want to eat melons. He took this opportunity to break the cause and effect, and leave as soon as he was full. It is the best choice to save the melon and keep yourself safe.

The young man with his eyes closed was helpless. He felt that this Buzhou Mountain God would not let go of his life and death. He was simply playing a scoundrel. He sighed:

So that's the case, then in the name of the old man, Ye Ming let him go...

The voice has not yet fallen.

The violent sound of Jianming was almost like a sky crashing.

When the two whispered and chatted, they avoided Yuan Chen around them, but they just forgot one thing, maybe it was a little self-consciousness in the bottom of the heart of the gods, they ignored that there was still one person who might not agree to the matter they were talking about .

The Twelve Yuanchens turned their heads suddenly, and Buzhou Mountain God was stunned. The courtyard in front was shattered by sword energy, and his injuries were forcibly tied to death by hemp rope. After temporarily settling Chang Xi, he forcibly killed him back.

Revenge with a sword may not be avenged.

However, the grace of a meal must be repaid.

Several gods in front retreated and coughed blood, and the swordsman in linen clothes rushed forward.

The torrential rain fell, spreading along the edge of the sword, and the sleeve robe shook the rain curtain like fog.

It's a very tense picture.

The emperor of Daqin once whispered: A Yuan is sometimes very smart, but sometimes, he is too naive...

Jianfeng approached directly.

Blood flowed from the corner of the museum owner's mouth, he smiled brightly, and said loudly:

Old man, I'm here to save you, let's go together!

I won't leave you behind!

Buzhou Mountain God's face was dull: ...I...

Blanch!

The knights and heroes of the human race.

After all, he is the most unexpected guy.

And on this day, the gods of the Great Wilderness finally realized this again.

PS: Today's second update... 2,800 words.

The number of words is slightly less, there should be another update?

perhaps.