Museum of Demons

Nine Poems of Enlightenment...

Yes, there are nine Enlightenment Poems, each of which controls the Gate of Heaven and represents the limit of Heaven and Earth.

Kaiming raised the sword in his hand, and it exploded out at the level of swordsmanship that was not inferior to Wei Yuan's.

The fierce and domineering aura almost made Buzhou Mountain God feel the danger. If we say that what Wei Yuan possesses is step by step, walking alone, seeing the sun after stepping through thousands of mountains and rivers, and pointing directly at himself after thousands of times of tempering. The heart is the purity of kendo.

Then this is the vastness and calmness of sitting and watching the clouds rise and fall, and all things come and go.

It is high and broad in the way of swordsmanship.

The third of the nine enlightened poems is the way of swordsmanship.

In an instant, a swordsmanship that also reached the conceptual level appeared, directly killing Buzhou Mountain God.

The old mountain god crossed his arms, and the sword that slashed the gods and extinguished souls and swayed through the ages fell down.

The violent qi and machine clashed, but they were suppressed within three feet of both sides.

Buzhou Mountain God's expression changed slightly. This sharp sword edge has the characteristics of leaping over the body and cutting directly at the vital points of the soul. Even in this ancient age, his swordsmanship realm has to be transformed into the space and the world of mortals into the sword. Wei Yuan, who harmonizes the years and timing into the choking of the sword.

Enlightened Nine Poems.

In other words, this god who can see the ten directions, and the other eight paths, have reached the level of mythology? What level of monster is this? Buzhou Mountain God's right fist was thrown out slowly, it seemed slow, but it was extremely fast.

Layers of space were stirred, as if turned into fists and feet armor.

The fanaticism and arrogance of a swordsman appeared in the eyes of the young man in white, and he did not retreat or evade at all.

Putting down the sword, he is a wise man with an ancient layout, but when he lifts the sword, he is the supreme swordsman sitting firmly in the world. With a backhand sword, he pierces his front directly. The dangerous ground cracked, and a bottomless abyss spread directly to the extreme distance.

The affected ground collapsed.

Buzhou Mountain God narrowed his eyes slightly, and a vast and heavy air emerged.

Smart and intelligent, enough to surpass others.

He said: But dabbling too much is never a good thing.

If there is anyone who can comment on how stunning and brilliant people are, Quan Sheng is enlightened with at least nine mythological concepts, and only the old man in front of him is the old man in front of him. , but its strength is beyond doubt.

Among the top ten, even Fuxi was seriously injured when he confronted him seven times.

It was also based on the requirement that Fuxi not die in a head-to-head fight, so the old man made an oath.

The mysteries are boundless, mysterious and unpredictable, but all the rules can be broken by pure power, and the sky and the earth are in one's hands, and all laws are just passing clouds, even if it is just Buzhou negative mountain at this moment, when you decide to liberate the power Sometimes, it also exudes a terrifying power.

The oath not to make a move easily was ignored.

Perhaps so.

The enlightened beast smiled freely, and said: If the old mountain god had the ability to push and occupy like this one back then, he wouldn't just watch the excitement from a distance, and then be hit by his juniors and faint on the spot, right? Especially...

His voice paused, and he said with a playful smile, I still got hit twice.

Oh, oh, it's really amazing.

I watched and ate several bunches of candied haws while I was enjoying myself.

My teeth are sore from laughing.

The corner of Buzhou Mountain God's mouth twitched, and he flew into a rage.

The sword edge, fists and feet, unparalleled strength and Gao Miao's swordsmanship to the peak of the sky, the enlightened eyes are brilliant, relying on his own strength and personality, he is persecuted, making it difficult for Buzhou Mountain God to immediately go to the land of thunder and fire to fish out Wei Yuan Come, and the young man in white stood in front of the cliff, pointed his sword at the old man in front, and said:

Whether this kid lives or dies depends on fate.

I won't make any more moves, and you don't want to help either.

It just so happens that there is another thing I want to ask for advice.

Kaiming said: I have always wanted to know, among the mountains and ravines in this world, the tallest one is Buzhou Mountain, or is it my Kunlun?

Today, I asked for advice...

Kendo, magnificent.

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Thunderfire is extremely deep.

This place is far hotter than the place where Wei Yuan was before, and the violent aura tide almost makes people completely annihilated and turned into ashes. Even the soul and true spirit will be burned into the most basic particles, but the viscous aura The tide, on the contrary, seems to have calmed down on the surface.

It was like a deep blue ocean, and Wei Yuan lost the strength to struggle and sank slowly.

The heat that surpassed the limit made him almost unable to resist, the defense of his body was broken, and the pure Qi of Taiyin in his body was quickly consumed, and when it was completely exhausted, there was nothing to protect his soul, and his soul would be in It was burned instantly, and even the chance of reincarnation was no longer available.

No, it can't be like this.

It's enlightenment, I'm going up to help...

Wei Yuan struggled to stabilize his body, raised his head, stretched out his palm, and pressed it against the wall. His five fingers suddenly curled up, directly fixing his body. The severe pain caused by this action made his face look pale. Ferociously twisted, but still forcibly stabilized.

It's like stretching out your hand in hot water, when your body gradually adapts to this temperature stimulation.

Sudden swipe across, you will feel more intense hot stinging pain.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, firmly controlled his body, raised his head, his pupils saw the high scenery with Taoist pupil technique, tried his best, raised his left hand again, smashed through the scorching calamity of thunder and fire, and stretched out his hand suddenly to continue, Every step is like thunder falling from the sky, trying to chop him into coke.

It was as if flames were rising from the soles of his feet, trying to turn him into ashes.

The thunder and fire meet in the heart, and then collide with the pure Qi of Taiyin, as if someone pierced the heart with a steel needle and stir it. It is just a movement, as if carrying the thunder and fire on both shoulders, Wei Yuan spit out blood. The blood was burned to ashes before it was coughed up.

It was as if countless palms were pressing on his shoulders, trying to push him down.

In this deep abyss, where thunder is running and flames are rampant, a figure that is about to be burned is crawling hard one after another. Every movement represents a confrontation between the energy of heaven and earth, and every movement It's like the impact of thunder and earth rushing in the heart.

It is an ant walking alone between heaven and earth, and a mayfly staggering to the point of death and refusing to fall.

It is the stubbornness under five thousand years of continuous reincarnation.

His eyes were gradually blurred due to the severe pain.

can't stop.

You can't leave your troubles outside to others.

cannot……

Can't die here.

And there are things I have to get done.

There are also roads that I must complete, responsibilities that must be fulfilled.

Raising his hand and holding a stone, Wei Yuan's consciousness gradually couldn't support the pain that even the gods would be completely burned, his five fingers gradually lost strength, and a chuckling voice came from his ear: So, this is the support Is it following what you walked down?

He raised his head with difficulty.

The young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and looking down at the struggling people like ants.

Wei Yuan's black pupils gradually faded.

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the heart again, and the pupils shrank suddenly. What appeared in front of me was a battle field where black clouds overwhelmed the city and wanted to destroy it. It was an ink-colored Xiangzi banner. Famous general Xiang Yu.

The Overlord Spear in his hand opened his own sword and pierced through his heart.

Pulling out the spear point, he fell on the battlefield, his eyes were empty.

The sudden change that I saw turned into a battlefield, countless flames burned, and familiar friends wearing yellow scarves fell on the battlefield and turned into charred corpses. Friends died, teachers died, elders died, and finally, like-minded friends died. All of his old friends and disciples flew into the flames for a ridiculous dream.

When the disciple who watched the disciples off at the end carried an impossible cause, he died in battle as the last general of the Han Dynasty.

Taoist Wei Yuan closed his eyes and ended his life full of failures.

Holding a sword vertically and horizontally, but you have to watch your friends pass away with your own hands, and watch the friends who have walked along the way return to their hometowns.

In the end, he died of old age and was unable to set foot on the mountain where the heavenly girl was banned for the rest of his life.

So old that he forgot even his sword.

Finally one day, he died unwillingly.

Counting the past is just failure after failure, nothingness again and again.

One picture after another keeps popping up in my mind, the young man in white smiles and turns into an illusory form, this place where the thunder and fire are the most yang, will give birth to the world's most yin and evil things, these heart demons suppressed by the thunder and fire at the bottom, From now on, he rushed out, hugged Wei Yuan's shoulder, and pulled Wei Yuan's arm.

Suddenly want to pull him back to death.

This lonely soul is struggling, the pain of the past, the pain of the body, the despair of the soul being burned, but it will never give in. Even if I am alone, it is impossible to stop here. He raised his palm, With a ferocious face, he punched out violently, smashing a shadow of inner demon.

Then he tried his best to move forward.

It was as if I was hypnotizing myself.

Even if it's just me.

Even if...

Even if I am the only one here, I will never surrender to you.

He stretched out his arms as hard as he could, and thrust upwards.

With a crisp click, the crystal wall held in his hand shattered.

Wei Yuan, who was struggling to support himself, couldn't believe it. A moment of remorse and hatred emerged in his heart. He pulled down his five fingers, but finally fell down helplessly. When he stretched out his hand, the real sky was getting farther and farther away from him. At this time, On the contrary, Wei Yuan calmed down and turned into greater determination.

The Chang'an sword in his palm turned into a final cold light, he turned around suddenly, and flew the Chang'an sword towards the back.

Wei Yuan himself was thrown upwards by the force of the countershock.

Let go of the sword.

Faced with the enemies who were born at the bottom of the sun and fought, his eyes opened angrily, with the lonely courage and determination of a person, with the madness and stubbornness that refused to rest after five thousand years of loneliness, every punch hit When it falls, there will be pure thunder running in the body.

Suddenly, stirred by his crazy force against the impact, the vitality of the whole source of thunder and fire strangled against it, Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, and he gritted his teeth, intending to carry it down like every time in the past, it's okay, no It's okay to die, it's just a little painful.

It's okay, I can get through it.

It's okay, so, no problem...

A palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder and patted it lightly.

'Ah Yuan, have you forgotten what I said...'

Wei Yuan murmured: Master...

It seems to be just an illusion, or maybe it is the impression left by the last madness before death. Countless thunder and flames hit, and the tall old man whispered with a smile: The positioning of the sky and the earth, the ventilation of the mountains and rivers, the thunder and the wind are thinner, the water and the fire do not shoot each other, and the gossip is the same. wrong……

The surrounding thunder and fire no longer seemed unbearable.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the Confucian energy flowed. Behind him, there seemed to be a tall but gentle old man, who stretched out his hand together with his disciples, one old and one young, speaking at the same time:

...The one who counts the past goes along, and the one who knows the coming goes against it, so it is easy to reverse the number.

Confucianism, talk about hexagrams—

Inverse number innate.

Lei Huo, pause.

'Yuan is my disciple, so Qiu will never change him according to my disposition. '

You should be the bamboo of Nanshan.

Thunder and fire change their hexagrams, water and fire intersect, and the sky and the earth are self-generated.

Wei Yuan stretched out his right hand, pulled it violently, and struggled to regain consciousness, but there was no old man behind him, but, for some reason, there seemed to be warmth from the palm of the old man on his shoulder. He looked back, and then turned back again, Gritting his teeth, he stepped on the crystal wall formed by the intersection of thunder and fire.

In the body, the power of Confucianism gradually dissipated.

Shadows of thunder, fire and demons fell down.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to resist, and stretched out his arm, intending to forcibly accept this move.

A golden ray of light emerged from the center of the eyebrows, turning into a vast stream of light from the Buddhist gate, falling down leisurely.

‘All appearances are false. '

'It's like a dream, like a bubble, like dew or like lightning, so you should contemplate it like this. '

The generous monk's voice sounded.

Wei Yuan was stunned, then grasped a ray of spiritual light in his heart, and stretched out his hands, as if the unruly but majestic monk back then stretched out his hands at the same time. .

Unite your mind and mind to break the demons!

The monk stayed in the past, but the generous palms pressed his shoulders and lifted him up again. When he turned his head, the illusory monk smiled brightly, just like back then.

'The poor monk Xuanzang. '

'Will you go west with me? '

When Xuanzang passed away, the Buddhist aura in his eyebrows shattered.

Wei Yuan finally understood.

He turned around.

The thunder and fire in front turned into another kind of flame. The young Taoist walked in front of him holding the nine-stalk stick, paused in his steps, turned his head, and looked at him with a smile. Slowly disappeared.

‘A Yuan, do you know? '

'Food is sweet. '

Everything that has been experienced, the last details, turned into the final and complete farewell to the old friend.

This is the last gift of those who least believe in gods in those vast ages.

So, go ahead and don't lose.

Until Wei Yuan raised his head and saw that the flame that seemed to be burning from the eyes of countless people turned into a familiar rough side face with a yellow scarf tied on his shoulder, the middle-aged man turned his face sideways, as if looking at him:

What are you waiting for? Little guy...

Uncle Niu...

Life is short, but.

Not nothing.

Five thousand years of travel is by no means meaningless.

There is nothing more magnificent and fiery than the place where thunder and fire meet in the world.

he thinks.

Yes--

Remove the fire from the heart of man.

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The swordsmanship is vertical and horizontal, but it is stopped by the boxing front.

But Zhou Shanshen's strength and physique, even if it is just a distraction, are enough to make him invincible, but invincible, it is difficult to defeat the enemy, especially the opposite is the existence of the Three Realms Sword Warriors, also as the ten One of the great pinnacles, the split spirit, is not so easy to be taken down.

The fierce battle between the two sides is in full swing.

Suddenly,

The confluence of thunder and fire at the back became more and more frantic, and then completely quieted down.

Buzhou Mountain God's complexion changed suddenly: Little guy...

Enlightened smile, immediately, solidified.

impossible!

A figure shot out from the thunder fire, holding a long sword that seemed to be stained with thunder flames, Buzhou Mountain God stepped forward suddenly, clamped the enlightened sword, and also controlled this one of the top ten in the world, and The next moment, Wei Yuan stepped on the ground suddenly, and his body flew forward.

This sword seemed to be pierced by himself.

But it was as if there were palms pressing on his back. Confucianism's etiquette, Taoism's peace, and Buddha's Purdue made him take a sudden step forward, let him raise his hand, and the sword regained it with a gesture that surpassed the past. stab out.

The long sword pierced through Kaiming's heart in the next moment.

Fast as if beyond thought.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands, Buzhou Mountain God forcibly controlled Kaiming's body, Kaiming slowly lowered his head, and saw that the sword seemed to be burning with thunder and flames, the human race behind him gasped violently, his body trembling, and said:

You're wrong, enlightened...

He gritted his teeth, clenched his sword tightly, and his whole body seemed to be working together. He seemed to be whispering alone, but he also seemed to be speaking on behalf of the people who had pressed his shoulders and let him come here, The courage reverberating in his chest was unprecedentedly intense, making him say:

The tallest is not Buzhou Mountain, which supports the sky and the earth, or Kunlun, which stands high above the ten directions.

It's the human beings who climbed to the top of this mountain.

Kaiming Jiushou lowered his head, with golden blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth unwillingly:

I am enlightened by the three gods.

Represents sitting in ten directions, inside and outside Liuhe...

The sword screamed and whistled.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, holding the sword with all his strength: I am a blood descendant of Yanhuang.

Represents an unyielding heart and lofty aspirations!

The human will that burns itself to illuminate the light in the mortal world.

Eight trigrams formation, easy thirty-four——

Lei Tian is strong.

On the edge of the sword, sword energy erupted, Wei Yuan raised his left hand, clasped Kaiming's neck, and then exhausted all his strength at the moment, violently slashing across his body!

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