Museum of Demons

Go to dinner alone.

In the sudden constriction of eyes, Wei Yuan calmly stared at the son of the Emperor of Heaven, the last Golden Crow. The young man in golden clothes got up and stared at Wei Yuan with a pair of pupils: ...you will come as expected.

Of course I will.

Jin Wu was noncommittal, looked at the honorable imperial concubine Chang Xi, and said:

Although this sentence is not so appropriate for me, but.

Human Race, you shouldn't have come.

Wei Yuan: ...

Is this kind of dialogue too familiar?

He asked strangely, But I'm still here?

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief, and the Jinwu, who was dressed in fine clothes, waved, and Dayi, who was bound by chains, was brought up. Two days ago, Heng'e sat in front of the wooden house for a day, and then left. There are eleven lunar stars, but Heng'e is absent.

When Wei Yuan saw Dayi, he saw that his face was still familiar, but compared with the indeterminateness of the previous battle spirit, at this moment, he had a real sense of brokenness. Even though there were cracks, at least he really existed in this place. Spirit of the world.

Wei Yuan nodded.

Chang Xi said flatly: Then, Human Race, you and I are clear.

She said in a soft voice, See you next time, it's the enemy swordsman.

Wei Yuan said: Next time I have a chance, I will make up for the bridge ribs for you.

The imperial concubine Chang Xi thought of the snacks that were fed to the wild dogs on the roadside, her face froze, she raised her head slightly, snorted coldly, and immediately stepped forward, the cover on her body was dispelled, and she regained the peerless appearance, the unparalleled cold god , as if the bright moon falls on the ground.

Many gods saluted together.

Eleven lunar stars flocked down, and the soaring imperial concubine looked back and saw a human race in ordinary clothes standing on the ground, with a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, as if saying goodbye to a friend. Suddenly like a dream.

Wei Yuan looked at Jinwu.

The latter looked indifferent, and pulled out a dagger with his backhand.

There was a loud clang, and with a sharp slash, the chains that bound Dayi were broken inch by inch.

Then he pressed his palm on Dayi's back, exerted force suddenly, and pushed Dayi towards Wei Yuan. Wei Yuan instantly turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards Dayi, carrying the weak true spirit behind his back, with Confucian hexagrams under his feet Change, follow the trend, and sweep back instantly at an incredible speed.

Dayi's voice rang in Wei Yuan's ear: Quick retreat!

Wei Yuan had no intention of staying here, so of course he withdrew immediately.

A sense of boundless heat emerged instantly.

Between the heaven and the earth, there is no longer any dark place. The magnificence of the ten-day sky, the calamity of annihilation, and the violent power that once caused a huge disaster are now in a state where they can be freely retracted.

Wei Yuan's pupils contracted.

Ten days turned into the sky!

The Great Wilderness still lacks a cook and a historian.

The young man in brocade clothes put his left hand behind his back, and clasped the five fingers of his right hand. Ten days across the sky, the nine-star lance turned into a spear, and the last round of big sun turned into the tip of the spear. Holding it in the palm of your hand, your voice is indifferent——

Why don't you stay?

No need, those people I really want to cook for are not in Dahuang.

Cooks are picky too.

Wei Yuan laughed freely, raised his hand and shook it with five fingers, and in the sky, violent thunder exploded.

The dark clouds full of oppression were instantly suppressed, like the thunder of a silver dragon rushing, finally, purple lightning flashed in Wei Yuan's eyes, he stepped lightly on his feet, his sleeves rolled up, and the most lingering, powerful and upright air emerged from the edge, surrounded by thunder , the speed suddenly skyrocketed.

Ten days across the sky, dark clouds cover the world, the sky is full of the majesty of gods, and above the earth, mortals entwined with thunder are running around. Even the gods are lost for a while, as if they have returned to that distant time, the place that belongs to heroes and legends. era.

Jin Wu narrowed his eyes slightly, and stabbed out with a sharp shot.

Ten days across the sky, one shot through it!

Wei Yuan turned around in the air, thunder and fire quenched, turned into a long sword, and then stabbed out with a sharp sword.

The old man returned to his hometown, left Kunlun, and entered Chang'an.

The limit of the spear technique of the age of gods.

The pinnacle of human swordsmanship.

It was as if the roaring thunder sound of the whole world and the tyranny of the great sun volleyed together in an instant. There was a roar in the ears of the gods, and their eyes blurred. A vast expanse.

The mind was taken away by it, and it took a long time before it gradually recovered. A huge hole that could almost bury a city appeared on the ground. On the scorched black rock crystal, the thunder light entangled itself. The gods only felt their hearts beating crazily. Dry tongue.

Raising his head, he saw the Great Desolate Young Lord standing with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression on his face, the ten-day volley in the sky receded, a flash of thunder ran away, and the human race laughed loudly:

If you shoot today, you will gain a lot.

See you someday, and return what you asked for.

Farewell!

With the spirit guards coming forward, Jin Wu raised his right hand to stop these monks, and said in a cold tone, No need, they will always want to leave the wilderness, and when the time comes, just deploy soldiers and horses at the checkpoints and cracks...

He's also injured, and not lightly.

The god general respectfully agreed, but he didn't notice the hidden wind and thunder.

Jin Wu looked at Lei Ting who was going away, and closed his eyes.

Looking back, I looked at the old wooden house.

In fact, in today's situation with a little bit of smugness, let the other party go to a banquet alone and deliberately enter a dangerous place. Is it because he has the intention to kill, or is he planning to prove to that man, to Dayi, that a fool like him is just An accident between heaven and earth.

Although you have no shame for the human race and the common people, there will be no second such person.

The turbid black and white in the world is not so clear at all.

Even though five thousand years have passed, he has become the real young master of the Great Desolation, calm and majestic, his emotions and anger are invisible, but there is still a child in his heart who asks in a daze, why did you choose the common people? Instead of choosing to help us.

why?

Isn't helping loved ones also a morality that human beings respect?

Maybe I can understand it intellectually, but the child in my heart always exists.

When you are the only one in the world who chooses that kind of thing, that kind of thing is wrong in the eyes of the rest of the world. The sun is the brightest place, but looking directly at the sun will only bring eternal darkness, but, like this Is it too childish to prove Dayi wrong...

The Young Master of the Great Wilderness was silent, and only after returning to his palace did he let out a foul breath.

He raised his hand, clenched his fingers tightly, and there was a sword mark in his palm.

Golden blood was left behind, but with his divine body, he couldn't heal, just like a mortal, because he didn't want to lose his demeanor in front of his subordinates just now, so he forced himself to hold on, and the sudden exposure at this moment caused a lot of blood to scatter, and the injury Not heavy, just because the amount of bleeding looks shocking.

The maids and courtiers in the palace panicked for a while.

...is a mythical concept that has never been seen before.

Medium lethality, but extremely difficult to recover from.

The Golden Crow swallowed several elixirs, but it was difficult to speed up the healing process. Even the elixir condensed by the medicine of immortality was the same. , with the blessing of the branch of power that has passed over the years, this injury has slowly begun to heal.

Express your feelings calmly:

Ignore the divine power, ignore the body, and ignore the concept of mythology.

And time can cure this poison.

Only time can solve this poison.

Once the opponent is not good at the way of time in the fight, he will be dragged to death.

A new concept of mythology...

The officials of the Age of Gods who served next to him were astonished, and Jin Wu said: Since it is a newly born concept of mythology, there should be a record in the Great Wilderness. Regardless of the enemy or us, those who can take this step are all outstanding people walking on a certain road. They should be preserved. In the scroll, future generations will respect it.

The god official said subconsciously: But, that is the human race, it belongs to us...

Jinwu interrupted his objection with a calm tone, as it should be:

As time goes by, countless outstanding people appear and disappear, and the world is vast. If we don't do such a thing, who else will do it?

If we don't record it, who else is qualified to record it?

yes.

However, Shaojun, why should this kind of mythological concept be recorded?

Dahuang Shaojun changed into a jade-white uniform again, with delicate moiré patterns on it, black hair like ink, falling on his shoulders, a jade belt around his waist, and a strand of tassels hanging down, pondered for a while, pushed the door and went out, with a calm tone:

The mythical concept of the lineage of Yan and Huang.

Its name is Qianqiu.

With this heart and this ambition, although the years have changed, it will not be easy for thousands of years.

yes……

And when he walked out of the palace, intending to meet the imperial concubine Changxi, a figure suddenly rushed outside, led by the imperial guards, with a frightened face, wearing armor, and on the armor with the obvious style of the age of gods appeared A series of ferocious cracks appeared, as if smashed open by some kind of blunt force with incomparable brute force...

No, it's more like being brushed by that kind of heavy force, and it's already in such a mess.

However, what kind of blunt weapon can have such terrifying pressure?

Jin Wu said: You are...Si Tong from the Siyou tribe, why did you come here?

I remember, aren't you guarding a crack in my Great Wilderness?

The god general obviously didn't expect the young master to remember his name, he was slightly taken aback, then immediately bent down to salute, his face was pale and frightened, and said: That's exactly the matter, I have to report to the young master!

That gap leading to the human world... that gap...

Something went wrong, an intruder broke through the blockade, and alone, he broke the formation of 30,000 heavenly soldiers...

who?!!

The god will raise his head, fear in his eyes:

Huaishui disaster...

Wuzhiqi.

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