Museum of Demons

The young man Yan Ming sat cross-legged, looking at this side for a while, and then at the other side for a while. He saw a white-haired Taoist on one side, and a young emperor with an indifferent expression on the other side. There are so many things I want to say, but I just keep my mouth shut.

The first time we met, the Emperor of Heaven came here, and the poor were terrified.

The white-haired Taoist, who was talking panic, didn't have the slightest hint of fear on his face.

Di Jun stared at him calmly and said, First time?

certainly.

The Taoist nods his head as a matter of course, every word I, Tu Shanyuan, comes from my heart and treats people with sincerity!

In terms of chronological order, this era is of course the first time they met. Besides, the root cause of the meeting between the two in later generations was that King Yu was arrested and Wei Yuan went to look for him. Didn't find it.

Where did King Yu come from?

Hmm... At this time, find the ancestor of King Yu, and then ask him for advice.

Wouldn't it be logical for future generations to have a few generations of big girls? !

No, it's very practical.

King Yu? No, no, no... The seniority overwhelms King Yu and those who have no sense of accomplishment at all, okay? At most, that guy just laughed and then shamelessly came up to ask for new year's money. Oh, just think about seeing the girl's face that wants to get angry but has to laugh, and the mood becomes happy Yes.

The Taoist's thoughts flew wildly.

The old turtle over there was sweating from his scalp.

The fact that the white-haired Taoist is distracted can be seen at a glance, that is, the temper of the Great Desolate Heavenly Emperor seems to be better than ordinary people, at least he doesn't care about this kind of thing, otherwise, change to a strong temper with an explosive temper. Or, I'm afraid they will have to flip the table on the spot.

The Taoist made tea with the tea that Leizu had given him before, watched the tea soup boil, and added ancient exotic flowers.

The petals circulated in the tea soup, adding more flavor, casually said:

I don't know, the Great Desolate Heavenly Emperor came here to enjoy the scenery?

Wei Yuan just said casually, opened the topic, never thought that Di Jun nodded slightly, and said flatly:

Yes, this place is my bamboo forest, I just come here to play in my free time.

is yours……

The Taoist condensed his thoughts slightly, turned his eyes slowly, and saw the boundless bamboo forest around him. Every bamboo was an ancient alien species, which could be used as a boat. When people sat in it, they only felt that everything was vast and their mood was peaceful. The eyeballs popped out and he directly performed the martial arts such as Jiuli's secret transmission of mangosteen.

The white-haired Taoist's smile froze slightly, and he said, Your?

Di Jun drank the tea slowly, and said lightly, Yes, mine.

It's just one of the other houses.

Slightly smaller.

Taoist: ...

Stiffly looking at the vast and boundless bamboo sea around.

Slightly, slightly smaller?

Damn it!

Why did the richest man in the world come out just after killing a big dog?

Di Jun, the Great Desolate Heavenly Emperor, the stars and stars, this guy might be richer than the Queen Mother of the West, the white-haired Taoist felt that he had been hit hard like never before, Di Jun put down the teacup, and said flatly: By the way, let me learn The Master of Return to the Ruins, the Ten Thousand Laws Return to the Ruins.

It seems that there is no such opportunity.

The old turtle next to him sighed, for the Lord of Returning to Ruins, judging from this sentence, even if the Overlord of Returning to Ruins does not die in the hands of this white-haired Taoist, he will be intercepted by the Great Desolate Heavenly Emperor, and when the time comes, all heaven and earth will be intercepted. The world is facing the stars, and the Lord of the Ruins may not be able to please him.

However, Wei Yuan knew that the reason why Emperor Jun was able to come was because the Lord of Guixu broke out with all his strength when he fought against him before. Jia Shenjun didn't pay attention, half a step below the peak of the top ten, it is not difficult to leave safely if you want to do mental arithmetic or not.

Di Jun's eyes fell on Taoist.

At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor of the Great Desolation does not seem to be the calm and calm appearance thousands of years later, but still has the vigor, with the strongest pride in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, the Heavens and Myriad Realms. The white-haired Taoist made tea, laughed, and said: Does the Emperor of Heaven want to fight Pindao?

Di Jun watched him quietly.

The Taoist thought for a while, and said: The Emperor of Heaven is still the strongest in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations, but he still wants to invite the Lord of the Ruins to fight against the poor Daoist. I'm afraid he is unwilling...

Unwilling?

The Emperor of Heaven raised his eyes, Why are you unwilling?

The Taoist smiled and said: Because your strongest opponent, [Huntian], was not defeated by you, but died by stepping on a higher way. Your strongest is obtained by the absence of Huntian, but You didn't get it by defeating him dignifiedly, so you are unwilling.

You have to defeat all the heroes in the world, set foot on the top, and prove to yourself that you are not weaker than Hun Tian.

! ! !

The young man Ye Ming's scalp went numb.

The old man over there faintly felt that if he didn't come, he would definitely miss the important event. His palms trembled, his body stiffened, and he felt faintly remorseful, feeling that it was outrageous. It felt like he had the urge to turn around and leave.

No, no, no, you can't join in the fun with this big event.

This white-haired Taoist looks gentle...

Could it be that he is very good at provoking others?

Instead, the Emperor of Heaven smiled lightly and said, It's wrong, that's not the case.

The white-haired Taoist raised his eyes: Oh?

The Emperor of Heaven was calm and indifferent: It's just a pity.

So, before the opponents who are worthy of fighting die, they must be defeated.

You killed Guixu, proving that you are a better opponent.

It's just a pity...the injury is too serious.

Wei Yuan drank tea slowly, waiting for Dijun's next words. At this moment, the Heavenly Emperor used the Great Desolation to control and balance the worlds. His vigor has not completely dissipated, and he is no longer the one who is truly unparalleled in the world and has no flaws in the past six thousand years. In a state of mind, the Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand and pointed at the Taoist:

But it is not necessary to fight in a confrontation.

There are ways.

The Taoist smiled and said: Ah, yes, yes, the best cooking in the world is also the strongest, and the number one eating in the world is still the strongest. I don't know what the emperor of heaven compares to. If you compare with the first one, you will be accompanied by the poor. Give you a direction, there is a little guy over there, who should be the most edible in the world when he grows up.

The current appetite is estimated to be a bit worse.

The Heavenly Emperor nodded slightly, and said: I have made a note, and I will compare you with the last cook in the world.

The handsome Tiandi said such a cold joke in a serious manner.

The Taoist couldn't help laughing loudly, touched the wound, but coughed again and again, waved his hands and said: Forget it, stop joking, what does the Emperor of Heaven want to compare? You can also see the injury of Pindao, if it is a matter of confrontation , I'm afraid it won't work.

The Emperor of Heaven said flatly: Compete with literature, don't fight with strength.

Three innings, how about it?

The Taoist nodded nonchalantly, and Di Jun said with a flick of his sleeves:

If you win, I will promise you one condition, one win is counted as one.

Wei Yuan nodded and said, It's a lottery, I know.

The white-haired Taoist played with the teacup, looked at the old turtle next to him, and said with a smile, Then Mr. Lao is the one who records this matter.

! ! !

The old turtle's heart was surging, he cupped his hands and said, This...then the old man won't refuse.

The old man sat upright, took out the jade stone, pointed it at the blade, and breathed out a little foul breath. He wanted to record this important event. Looking at the two sides of the blue stone, one had white hair hanging down, and the other was graceful in a black robe, faintly corresponding to the two forces of yin and yang. The old man was so excited that he carved a knife into a stone.

On the first discussion of Dao, the Emperor of Heaven nodded slightly and said: It is possible to evolve all laws through the struggle of Dao.

The cup in his hand was slightly splashed.

The tea in the cup flew out, and the young boy Yan Ming who was watching only saw a drop of water suddenly grow larger, refracting brilliant starlight in it, as if a drop of water contained all things, and the stars were all over the place. The boy looked dazed, as if wandering Thousands of miles of galaxies, boundless vastness.

Ye Ming lost his mind, and it took a long time before he forcibly controlled his true spirit.

Stick to yourself, use the sword heart to cut off the surrounding interference, and move your sight away from the drop of water, then your pupils shrink, and your mind is shocked, but you can see the surrounding stars, already in the galaxy of billions of miles, the reality is unreal imaginary.

But in that drop of water, there are stars and rivers spinning endlessly, and there is another self.

It was the first time for the young man to see such a simple way of showing himself, the first time he saw such a vast and majestic scenery, the most beautiful scenery in the world, he subconsciously looked at the white-haired Taoist over there, but saw the flow of energy, and the Taoist fell down. Eyes drinking tea, a drop of tea fell.

Then this drop of water turned into a majestic river.

The river surrounds the Taoist, descends from the sky, and goes to the deep place. The earth appears in it, with white hair hanging down, but there seems to be a world of mortals beside him.

Suddenly the sky star fell, the Taoist flipped his wrist, and a drop of water popped out from his fingers.

The water turned into a river, and the waves rose into the sky, resisting the stars for thousands of miles.

The starlight flowed and fell in an instant, and fell into the world of mortals, so the fireworks in the world, looking up, you can see the brilliance of the galaxy, flowing in all directions, but it is pierced by the brilliant galaxy. The four major players in the domain circulate endlessly, but unfortunately, if you stick to your old ways, you will never be able to take the last step.

The white-haired Taoist looked at the cracked cup, sighed, and said, ...as expected of the Emperor of Heaven.

The young man Yan Ming was dazzled, and murmured: This is... not fighting with strength?

The Taoist nods his head as a matter of course: Yes.

Looking down at the cup in his hand, he said, It's a pity, I bought it from Xuanyuanqiu.

It's broken like that.

Putting it down casually, the cup immediately turned into powder, the boy Yan Ming was overwhelmed with emotion, and sat down after a long time, many visions from the time of discussing and fighting had disappeared, the boy thought in his heart, this should be the so-called hallucination, illusion or something Bar.

How could it be possible to use fireworks and mortals as an array, and pull down the stars...

He lowered his gaze, and saw behind the white-haired Taoist, a new river was flowing quietly, the still water was deep and silent, just like before, winding and flowing, faintly and exactly the same as the cracks that appeared on the Taoist's cup, the young man's expression just now Slowly solidified——

Those just now.

All true?

Ye Ming was stunned.

The Emperor of Heaven said flatly: The cultivation base is very good, but I won the first game.

What a damned competitive spirit.

The Taoist rubbed his eyebrows helplessly. He was already poor, but now he is even poorer. He said, So, does the Emperor of Heaven want me to do something? Or does he like the sword in my hand?

Di Jun shook his head: What the winner gets, we'll talk about it later, what's the competition in the second game?

Wei Yuan thought for a while, and said, Since we have discussed the Tao, then in the second round, it's time to compete.

Seeing that the old man over there burned it with the same material as Hetu Luoshu, Yuxu talked about the Tao to the Emperor of Heaven, and the first game lost such a record. Thinking that this thing must be passed down to future generations, the Taoist also felt a little competitive , so he held the sword in his right hand, tapped with his fingers, and said freely:

Why don't you compare swordsmanship?

PS: The first update today...