Museum of Demons

The original powerful and domineering Lord of the Ruins, his head was smashed into pieces, his true spirit was completely annihilated, and he fell directly to the ground. The white-haired Taoist closed his eyes, although he knew that such a strong man who was only half a step away from the top ten peaks , there must be a means to lock in the future and return in the long river of time.

But he couldn't stop it.

It can be killed, but there is no way to completely crush it to death...

The Taoist felt his current situation.

In fact, the Lord of the Ruins didn't need to return to his wounds to get much better, but he forcibly operated his incompetent mountain body to maintain the most basic vitality. Once this mythical concept dissipated, he would look like an old man who was wounded on his waist by Gonggong at that time. Unexpectedly, he was directly injured and passed out.

In addition, his own strength is not comparable to that of Lao Bu Zhoushan.

It is possible to die on the spot.

The Lord of the Ruins...

It's really amazing.

The Taoist suppressed his aura forcibly, and turned his eyes to see that he had fought fiercely with the Lord of the Ruins earlier, and the four murderers had already fled according to the Lord of the Ruins' original order. I don't know where the tone has shifted to the small world.

Wei Yuan looked at the corpse of the Lord of the Ruins, and his spirit was swept away.

The corner of his mouth twitched.

Gone……

gone...

All the spirit treasures, magic weapons, and foreign objects on this guy are gone.

All were smashed.

Damn it... After being poor for so many years, I finally had the chance to pick up a dead body that exploded, so it's gone? ! Who broke this treasure?

It's me, it's me woo woo woo!

The corner of the white-haired Taoist's mouth twitched, but in the end he just had no choice but to sigh with a smile.

I can't laugh at myself anymore, and my internal organs will be broken if I laugh any more. The Taoist looked at the young boy Ye Ming over there, saw that he was dressed in plain clothes, and looked worried. He beckoned the child to come over, and the Taoist stretched out his hand He rubbed his hair: Ye Ming?

Um……

When did your mother, Empress Houtu, disappear?

Ye Ming said: Just a few years ago...

A few years ago……

Wahuang has been missing for a long time, it seems that Houtu finally found the trace, went to the so-called Yuxu secret realm, and did not see the Taoist return for a long time, so he decided to embark on the road of saving Wahuang, the Taoist looked sad, said : ...that's it.

You know Empress Houtu, can you take me to find her?

The Taoist smiled helplessly: Oh... I want to find her too.

The young man in front of him suddenly gritted his teeth, prostrated himself, kowtowed and said, Then, can you accept me as an apprentice and teach me the art of swordsmanship and cultivation?

The Taoist was slightly stunned, then raised his hand to help him up, and said in a gentle voice: Your innate physique has already surpassed 99% of the world's practice spells. If you follow the steps, you can go to a place where you are strong enough. As for swordsmanship...

He smiled and said: Your destiny is not in the poor way.

And Pindao can't stay with you for long.

After all, I don't know when I can go back to the future, and I don't know when this injury will break out.

The boy Ye Ming looked sad.

The white-haired Taoist smiled freely: However, there are still some things to do in the poor way. If you don't feel bored, you can also follow me. Your future swordsmanship realm will never be worse than mine. If I pass on my swordsmanship For you, it will only affect your own talent.

Nevertheless.

But I can still teach you the basic skills of swordsmanship.

The young man Yan Ming was slightly startled, but was immediately overjoyed.

He wanted to be a teacher, but the Taoist raised his hand to help him up, shook his head and declined politely, Ye Ming helped the Taoist to the body of the Lord of the Ruins, the Taoist looked at the corpse of the ancient supreme, the original pride and ambition, swallowed the world, compared Da Huang and Kun Lun's high spirits are just corpses after death.

Return from the years...?

The white-haired Taoist muttered to himself plainly, flicked his sleeves, and clenched his five fingers together.

The young man Ye Ming suddenly heard a huge roar like thunder, and the ground trembled, making him stand a little unsteady. Just when his face was flustered and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the hem of the Taoist's clothes, his expression suddenly changed, and he saw a huge Incomparable mountains are flying towards this place.

An extremely tall god-man shouted in a panic:

I don't know why it's so powerful, why did you plunder me here?!

The Taoist's tone was gentle and flat: Poverty Dao Yuxu, I will lend you a mountain.

Yes, but this mountain...

The tall and bright man of god did not dare to resist, and the white-haired Taoist spoke softly: Don't worry, the poor will have debts and repayments, and today I will have karma with you. In the next year, I will definitely set up sacrifices for many mountain gods in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations. The specifications are considered to be coexistence with the human race, how about it?

A mere mountain god, and not the head of Kunlun, how can there be sacrifices from the human race?

The mountain god was slightly startled, and then bowed again with great joy.

This, Your Majesty, is optional.

Please, please!

The white-haired Taoist held the young Ye Ming with one hand, clasped his five fingers together with his backhand, his eyes were dull, and he returned in the future? I tell you that even if you come back, don’t want to get back your original cultivation base so easily. Those heavy mountains will fall directly, sealing the body of the Lord of Return.

The five elements grow together, change and flow. There are many big trees on these mountain ranges, which are directly made by extracting the remaining power from the body of the Lord of Return, so they are extremely majestic, soaring into the sky, the tallest tree, but It was a mustard seed, absorbed the power of the Lord of the Ruins, and it was a full three hundred miles high, like a giant pillar, almost touching the sky.

This, this is... Ye Ming and the other mountain gods were dazzled.

The Taoist pointed to the pen and wrote a line at the foot of the mountain.

Every pen is written extremely heavy and slow, gestating its own way in it.

Pindao Town returns here.

Finally, he withdrew his palm, and the Taoist felt the smell of blood appearing in his mouth again, and his eyes were indifferent and calm.

return?

For Pindao, it took thousands of years to practice step by step.

The white-haired Taoist turned around, bowed his hands slightly to the many mountain gods over there, and said in a gentle voice, Then, I have thanked you all these years, so you don't need to be here, just come to visit once in a while. No one dares to mess around.

Don't dare, dare not.

The mountain gods all dispersed.

Watching the white-haired Taoist walk away with the handsome young man, the white-haired black hairpin and the young man holding a sword.

After a long time, many mountain gods turned their heads and looked at the mountains stretching for thousands of miles. , In this way, let’s choose a new name.”

Big guys, you can make up your name and you will get it.

The names in ancient times were very cumbersome. The last mountain god chose a name that was not so outrageous, and decided on the board: Shake the mountain!

Well, by the way, since this is the one who suppressed some other evils, let's add another name.

Another Laomaishan Shinto said:

Since it's what that person meant, shouldn't this evil be the first?

that's true……

Is there a problem? No problem!

A group of mountain gods who had no real culture and recklessness immediately made a decision. They were very happy and proud. After getting drunk, they left each other. Until very far later, the name gradually spread. .

………

In the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain named Nie Yaoyu.

There are buttresses on it, the pillars are three hundred miles away, and the leaves are like mustard.

———Shan Hai Jing Da Huang Dong Jing

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In the next three days, the Taoist took Ye Ming all the way back towards the human race, and along the way taught the youth the basics of swordsmanship, that is, the basic usage of swords that future generations can find at will, while other times, the Taoist would look for those spiritual materials precious medicine.

What he held up in his hand was a medicine with stronger medicinal properties than the undead flower that Jue had given him back then.

But after Wei Yuan swallowed it, he just felt that the majestic and warm medicinal properties were like water dripping into a river, and there were basically no ripples. The Taoist looked at this flower and plant, and threw it into his mouth helplessly, feeling That slightly bitter taste.

Back then, it was because he was just a mortal.

So the effect of the Immortal Flower is particularly obvious...

The Taoist thought, as if his base number was only [one] back then, the Immortal Flower, which has an energy value of more than a thousand, is very effective, but now, the Immortal Flower is just a drop in the bucket, and the Lord of Returning to the Ruins returns with ten thousand methods. The injuries caused by the power of the ruins are probably only inferior to the full strength of the top ten.

Even compared to Emperor Wa, the top ten peaks like Houtu who are not good at fighting.

This guy's attack power is stronger.

If it hadn't been tempered in the thunder fire at that time, and later passed through the years, and initially grasped the invincibility of Buzhou Mountain Kung Fu, the one who fell there at that time might not just be the corpse of the Lord of Return, Jian Guang stopped , the Taoist raised his eyes and saw the young man Ye Ming over there.

For that suit of clothes, the Taoist casually changed into a new set of neat ones with Taoist methods.

And the young man also tidied up his loose hair like a Taoist.

The hair is tied with a wooden hairpin, and two strands of long hair hang down from the temples.

The handsome young man, performing martial arts with a sword, is not bad. Wei Yuan propped his chin and pointed out the basics of Ye Ming's swordsmanship. He didn't teach the advanced parts, but taught him the most basic part of swordsmanship just like his master taught him back then. To Ye Ming in front of him.

Looking at the long river around him, his expression was peaceful.

No longer can there be any medicine to curb the rapid collapse of his injuries. Even if Bu Zhoushan Kungfu can lock the energy, he will fall into a serious injury and coma. Maybe in a blink of an eye, he has already reached the modern age, but although Wei Yuan doesn't know the reason , but there is an instinct, this will directly block the door to the top ten peaks.

The ten peaks exist in the past, present and future forever, not traveling to the past by other methods.

Then just wait for the time to flow.

The result seems to be similar, but the personality is completely different.

Senior, what are we doing here? Ye Ming put away his sword, lit a fire and prepared to cook some simple meals. The Taoist sat cross-legged on the bluestone and said, Look for a friend.

friend?

The young man choked in confusion.

Heh... old man, I'm not qualified to be your friend.

Suddenly there was a deep and deep voice. In the wilderness, an old turtle slowly stepped out of the river. Its size was so huge that it frightened Ye Ming, but its eyes were gentle and kind, like an old man, The white-haired Taoist said: The poor Taoist has seen the old man.

Mister? Ye Ming was puzzled.

The white-haired Taoist introduced: This is the one who met Fuxi when he carried the Hetu Luoshu on his back.

Haha, I was really overwhelmed by Hetu Luoshu, so I had to find someone who can cure him. The old turtle replied with a smile. The old turtle stared at the gentle white-haired Taoist with dim eyes, He just sighed with emotion: I also know why you came.

However, I really can't do anything about your injury.

This is the tortoise carrying the Hetu Luoshu. The current situation is that even he can't seem to find a way to completely recover the Taoist's injuries without falling asleep. The white-haired Taoist closed his eyes and said: The old man knows that the poor Where did the Tao come from?

I don't know... I just know what you want.

The old wise man shook his head: I just think that the old man must come here.

Otherwise, it seems like someone will be missed.

That's it... The Taoist sighed helplessly, and invited the old turtle to sit down and drink tea. His expression was still peaceful, and he got up to fetch the fishing rod. His footsteps suddenly paused. Only the boy at this moment has not reacted yet.

The old turtle turned into a human form, his expression changed several times, and finally he said with a wry smile:

It seems that those who are qualified to be your friend have already come.

Then bowed deeply.

The white-haired Taoist raised his eyes slightly and saw the light of the stars flowing, his sleeves fluttered slightly.

Under the starlight, a somewhat indifferent voice came down: Where's the Lord of Return?

killed.

...You have a grudge against him?

The white-haired Taoist said:

No enmity, no grudges, just a trial of the sword.

The old turtle's scalp was numb, his body was trembling, and the starlight was falling. The young emperor in black hair and robes stood at the other end, and the white-haired Taoist, holding a bamboo pole, had a gentle expression and intertwined aura, which made the old wise man feel Jumping wildly, Ye Ming has been blocked by the air machine.

In the end, the white-haired Taoist smiled slightly, breaking the tit-for-tat atmosphere that almost made the old man unsteady, and cupped his hands slightly:

It's such a pleasure to have friends coming from afar, would you like to have a drink with us?

Poverty, Yuxu.

The flat voice fell silent, and replied:

Dahuang, Dijun.

PS: The second update today...

Three thousand eight hundred words.