Museum of Demons

Yuehuayulu, pull out calamity, long life and Changan, good thing.

Oh, this is the best of the best

In the moonlight of Gengshen night, the extremely pure one is called Emperor Ooze.

Its shape is like countless olives, ten thousand golden threads, running through the world, hanging down the world, and the grass and trees can become demons under the energy of it, tsk tsk tsk, good thing, good thing!

In the Great Desolate Heaven Realm, the place where thunder and fire meet, which is hard to see in thousands of worlds, the white-haired Buzhou Mountain God sighed again and again, and then unceremoniously, he pinched Wei Yuan's chin with one hand, and took the moonlight and moonlight with his backhand. The treasure of the same line was directly put into Weiyuan's mouth.

With a backhand palm, it directly hit Wei Yuan's chin with a click.

Wei Yuan's vitality was directly and forcibly controlled by him. He raised his head and swallowed all these things instinctively. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by utensils made of Yuhua, under the light of thunder and fire Quite eye-catching.

The Three Realms and the Eight Desolations, from the most yin to the purest.

At this moment, Wei Yuan, who was only a step away from death, had a change in his body.

The skin became more delicate, and even the hair turned into pure white snow, the palms were white, almost like ice and snow, Buzhou Mountain God wiped his beard, and couldn't help feeling: White, so white, dead eighteen The sky is not so white, you are really strong, the most pure thing of the sun.

Chang Xi glared at him.

Buzhou Mountain God, who was not very good at talking but liked to eat melons, laughed dryly, patted his buttocks and got up, Chang Xi said: Didn't you just say that these pills are useless to him?

Just now was just now, now is now.

Do not take advantage of the cheap.

Buzhou Mountain God cursed in his heart, and said: Now, it is somewhat useful.

Chang Xi was puzzled, and turned to look at Wei Yuan who was surrounded by the most pure Qi of Taiyin, and said:

Are you going to teach him your mythological concepts?

Huh? The concept of mythology, when did the old man say such a thing?

Buzhou Mountain God looked blank, and said: Besides, this thing can't be passed on, unless this kid can surpass the old man in the same field, otherwise, hey, just practice for another five thousand and ten thousand years. It's useless.

This thing, you practice and others also practice, it doesn't mean that he himself has grown.

Then you just said... Chang Xi hesitated.

Bu Zhou Shan said: I'm talking about the method, it's just the method. This kid is more or less my appetite. What he did before, the old man can be regarded as acknowledgment. In addition, this kid doesn't know how much he has learned. It’s very heterogeneous, and in the early stage, it’s okay for different methods to complement each other.”

In the later stage, it's like a strong soldier without a commander. No one obeys the other, and the result is a riot in his own den.

If this problem is not solved, this kid will practice for another eight hundred years.

The strength is about the same as it is now, and there can be no more entry.

As a mortal without any blood, he has come to this point step by step, and he has merged with the body of a mountain god. The old man doesn't know how much suffering this kid has suffered, and how many times he has been as desperate as he was just now?

Buzhou Mountain God sighed, and then added: But it's just this kind of willpower.

There is such a glimmer of life.

He bent down, lifted the kid up in the same posture as when Wei Yuan mentioned him in the city yard, and walked step by step to the place where thunder and fire were still roaring and colliding. Chang Xi was puzzled and said: what are you up to?

What to do? Throw this kid down.

Bu Zhou Shan said: There are dark wounds all over the body, the old man's skills, he can practice, and there is no second place of thunder and fire in this world, and there is a belly full of yin Zhichun, maybe, this kid still has a lot of blood. The possibility of being alive... Buzhou Mountain God looked at Wei Yuan, who was covered in dark wounds, and said:

As for the kung fu of this body, each school has its own method.

His voice paused, and said: Destroy all of them directly!

Abolished?! Chang Xi was dazed, and then annoyed: You're crazy!

Of course not, nothing can be broken.

Buzhou Mountain God mentioned Wei Yuan: Whether it is life or death, it depends on this move.

If you survive, everything will be fine. If you don't survive, you don't even need to bury your body.

It burned on the spot.

If I can't make it through, old man, I will try my best to break my oath and get revenge. What, a dispute between the human race? Shit, keep your eyes open to see clearly, this is clearly a good seedling that only comes out of my lineage of mountain gods for thousands of years Huo Huocheng, the young boy, is justified by me!

If it can be...

At this moment, Wei Yuan had a ray of life locked in his body, and he was faking his death, but he started to mutter to himself, sometimes it was Taoism's peace essentials, the motto of three caves, four assistants and seven jade hubs, and sometimes it was pre-Qin Confucianism The theory is grand and upright, and somehow it is a few words that Xuanzang said casually on the westward journey.

It seems that the lonely brigade of these thousands of years is stubborn, and he has to hold on to his inheritance before he is completely dissipated. Just like an old friend from the past, the old man slapped his forehead directly, and his divine power was shocked, making Wei Yuan's Instincts are stagnant, and the mouth bursts out:

What time is it, and you still consume this energy, can't you find death?

To all its factions.

Since there are three schools, then the three religions should be integrated into one and ruled by gods.

Remember, hold the sky and lean on the ground, then the world can come into my eyes.

Holding the mountain and surpassing the sea, traveling around the six virtual worlds!

Go down, fox cub!

The old man shook his wrist, stepped forward with his right foot, and threw Wei Yuan directly and viciously.

The old man definitely didn't mean to take revenge on this kid for his gesture of mentioning the old man just like Tigua.

Yes, absolutely not.

The pure Qi of Taiyin in Wei Yuan's body was directly stimulated by this palm, and the moonlight flowed, and then was thrown into the place where thunder and fire reached the sun, and it was the core of the most yang and rigid place in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations At the place, it fell with a bang, and the tide of spiritual energy rose into the sky, but it was forcibly restrained by Buzhou Mountain God.

The soul-stirring eruption of aura tides, stimulated by the qi of the yin, converged crazily, and then yin and yang intertwined with each other. In the process, Wei Yuan's body was constantly re-polished, the hidden wounds in his body, and the exercises passed down by the three religions , all ground up.

The aura that burst out is enough to be called a first-class player of the younger generation of the Age of Gods.

It also represents the complete dissipation of this foundation.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking this place with extraordinary aura.

There was no joke or smile in the pair of eyes, staring at the thunderous thunder, ready to go out to catch people at any time--Is it just barely surviving, or is it breaking through the past and embarking on a longer road?

The old man whispered: To live in death, to cut off the future.

Thunder fire quenches the golden body, planting lotuses in the fire.

Whether you can get out of your own way or not depends on this. With human will, how far can you go...Little guy, you have to show me for yourself.

……………………

Coke, Coke!

Vodka!

In the museum, it was steaming, and inside the mandarin duck pot, the white and red soup was tumbling. This is the eternal nightmare of the seventy-two pillars of hell, but now, in the hot pot where the museum gathers every week, the water ghost and the painter are arguing what to drink.

Holding the 2.5 liters of black happy water, the water ghost said angrily, Heretical!

You are a heretic!

The handsome painter girl slapped the table and shouted, Nonsense!

Vodka is YYDS!

Although his appearance is thin and his stature is short, his passion to defend what he loves is beyond doubt.

Now the girl painter who is only 1.6 meters tall has an imposing manner of 2.8 meters!

The atmosphere between the two was almost on fire, and no one would let the other go.

Qin Yuan, the short-haired vitality girl next to her, said weakly:

Actually, honey wine is also good...

The water ghost and the painter who stood up turned their heads and glared at the vitality girl capitalist at the same time:

Shut up!

Qin Yuan flinched, cute, weak, helpless, rua, but a capitalist.

oh oh……

With two big bags of tears in my heart, I bit the straw viciously.

Wait, wait for me!

In the future, I must make mead bigger and stronger, and create greater glories!

Posted my mead directly on the city center billboard!

When the time comes, you all have to give me mead!

Say, thank you Qin Yuan!

Unaware of the calculations in the mind of a certain soft-looking capitalist Miaozi, the water ghost and the painter were still arguing angrily, and the water ghost flew into a rage: Nonsense, go to the street and ask, who eats hot pot and drinks it? It's not happy water, it's vodka?!

Not to be outdone, the painter glared at him and said in a trembling voice, Mao Zi!

Ah this...

Even the water ghost was refuted for a moment, he hesitated for a while, and then continued to be furious: But.

Our family is not a moron!

While these two guys were arguing with each other, the rest of the people had already dropped their chopsticks like flying, and quickly picked up pieces of meat and put them in their mouths. Even the two little paper figurines were holding a leaf of the soul-cultivating tree and sucking wildly. Just like a kitten who has sucked catnip, he walks crookedly.

When Wei Yuan went out, the world was still peaceful, and there were still voices coming from the old street. In the distance, in the more prosperous urban area, there were neon lights, bustling, fireworks, and it was the world.

And when a crowd started to scramble to eat hot pot.

The young Marquis Wu, who was content to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, took a sip of the refreshing lemonade, but suddenly he was slightly taken aback, and subconsciously turned his head to look. Pain that cannot be expressed in words emerges.

On the wrist, a flower leaf grows out.

Immortal flowers are rooted with time, and leaves are born in time to give birth to their flowers. Of course, it is not that easy to pick them off. The flowers are on the other side, and the branches and leaves are here. The branches and leaves of the afterimage of the undead flower slowly crumbled and disappeared.

Tiannv Jue opened her mouth.

Qin Yuan was stunned for a while, and then said: Jue, are you crying?

For the first time since I met the goddess, I saw a teardrop falling from her left eye.

Jue subconsciously wiped the corners of her eyes and looked at those friends who cared about her: I, I don't know what's wrong, it's nothing... The scene of Wei Yuan committing suicide that he saw in Hetu Luoshu flashed before his eyes The screen, the sound paused.

No one will care about this fleeting thought, but it is amazing that the goddess who is not good at secrets, at this moment, almost instantly grasped the moment of whim, her face was slightly condensed, she raised her head suddenly, and said: Yuan, something happened!

? ? !

The playful crowd stopped.

The museum suddenly became silent.

The young master took a deep look at the goddess, put down his chopsticks, got up and said, Liang is ready to eat.

Clutching Bai Ze's shoulder with his backhand, he lowered his head and smiled, with a soft voice:

Mr. Bai Ze, you have eaten too, right?

White Pond:…………

Work overtime again? !

can i say no

And just when the assertion from the goddess pulled the air pressure in the entire museum to an extremely low level, distracting thoughts surged in everyone's minds. They didn't know where Wei Yuan was, what Wei Yuan had experienced, or what Wei Yuan was facing. Thinking about something, in the oppressive and deadly silence, the sound of footsteps suddenly approached.

It was too coincidental at this time, for some reason, there was a strange sense of oppression naturally.

I'm going to open the door.

Chang Cheng went to open the door, then glanced outside, his complexion changed drastically, and he suddenly exclaimed, then stepped back, sat down on the ground, his face was pale, and everyone looked back subconsciously.

In the world of wind and snow, the black old street spreads far away, the sky is full of wind and snow, only a figure can be seen striding alone,

The hem of the sleeves and gown vibrated, it was icy and cold, the pupils were golden, and the hair was as white as frost.

Wuzhiqi...

In the age of the gods, the Lord of Water brought disaster to the world.

In the dead silence, the young man stepped into the door, covered in wind and snow, shaking his sleeves and shaking his body, his golden pupils swept across:

Something happened to that idiot...

That's exactly what I'm here for.

PS: The second update today... 3,600 words