Museum of Demons

Looking at the rebellious young man in red armor, the tall man felt that the other party's strength was nothing more than that, that is, the level of an ordinary mountain god. He really couldn't believe what his colleagues said - he rushed straight without even turning a corner. kill over here.

It's just that the swordsman spoke convincingly about this matter, the tall man pondered for a while, seeing that the boy's strength is not strong, and his background is also ordinary, he frowned: Why can't you kill him?

The swordsman punched the young man in the chest, which made the young general speechless for a moment in pain, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead, and then he looked away with a blank expression on his face:

His name is Huo Qubing, a member of Yuxu sect.

Master Yuxu Sect...

The tall man muttered these four words, and understood the concerns of his teammates——

If someone else kills him, he will be killed, but the Yuxu sect, who happens to be the Yuxu sect, is the disciple of the top ten peak sect who is good at the way of cause and effect. At this moment, it is okay to cover up with turbid air. , will expose himself, and will expose himself and others in advance of the breath of the Qing Dynasty.

Therefore it cannot be killed.

It is even difficult to pollute his true spirit with turbid air, which also represents the death of the original true spirit, which will trigger the awareness of [cause and effect]. It is the same level as 【Fate】.

...Okay, I understand him, what about the rest?

There are so many, are they all from the so-called Yuxu sect?!

He raised his eyes, and his sharp eyes swept across the front. Behind the boy, there were ragged 'people', their bodies were sealed by layers of formations, and their faces were silent, like slaves in a state of embarrassment. There are hundreds of them.

He realized that if there were only two people, one old and one young, it would be a big deal to take them away directly, which would not be a big deal. But there are hundreds of people here, with various races, which is enough to be called a burden, Kill them all.

The swordsman was silent, and a sword energy suddenly popped up, shining on the left and right.

Therefore, it can be clearly seen that the aura of the young general and the aura of these hundreds of ragged slave-like people directly merged into one. Said: I have tried.

After catching them, he has been resonating with this group of living beings from Beihai.

This is a strange formation, and the fatal damage will be shared equally.

And this guy's strength is actually considered below average among these people. If he wants to kill them, he will be the first to die.

The young general sneered and looked down upon them.

The swordsman made a move suddenly, and the sword in his hand hit the young general's head heavily, leaving a hideous wound on his head, and then kicked him heavily to the ground, constantly hitting, stomping, and letting The boy's injury became more and more serious, but such a serious injury did not interrupt the connection of the Qi machine.

Only those hundreds of Beihai elite stood silently.

Some people couldn't bear it, and took half a step forward, but the young general looked up and stared at him coldly.

So I can only slowly retract my right foot.

Hmph! It's a prickly head!

The swordsman slammed the scabbard on the young general's face, blood spattered, and the young man staggered from the beating, but spat out bloody saliva, with a gloomy and rebellious expression, and sneered, Oh, didn't you eat? That's all. Strength?!

My little lady hit me harder than you.

The swordsman looked livid.

Holding the hilt of the sword, he wished he could kill this kid with a single blow.

In the end, he just kicked him hard on the chest, kicking out large cracks in the armor made by the world's top craftsmanship and the Beihai craftsman's talisman, and the whole person flew backwards and hit the formation, his face was painful, and a smear of red came from the boy. The general flew out from the middle of the armor and fell.

Huo Qubing's complexion changed, and he subconsciously rushed over to snatch it back.

But a foot directly stepped on the arm.

The tall man leaned over and picked up the thing he wanted to snatch back, and saw that it was a flag, a slightly darker red color, surrounded by black borders, with a big character written on it in a simple and simple way - [Han].

give me back!

Huo Qubing roared in a low voice.

Hmph, it's just a few hundred trash, take them all with you.

The tall man sneered, and with a shake of his hand, the Han army flag was thrown down, and when Huo Qubing went to snatch it, he stepped on the only remaining Han army flag that Wei Qing personally handed over to Huo Qubing. The blood and mud were crushed hard.

Finally, with anger, Huo Qubing was thrown out with majestic vigor, his face was gloomy and cold:

When the time comes, drive them ahead and use them as bait and cannon fodder.

It's just a few hundred mortals, what's the use?!

He turned around with a flick of his sleeves, strode away, and not long after, he threw the old man Shudi over. The old man was cursing, seeing the young general over there, and seeing the hundreds of Beihai warriors who were silent, he threw the young man The guard is in the middle.

If it wasn't for Huo Qubing during this period of time, they would basically all be killed.

They could only watch the young general being tortured.

They have the blood of the god race, the water race, and the shape of beasts, but at this moment they are all silently watching the Shu who was put in, and even said that they always watch the turbid gods with such calm and suppressed eyes. magic.

Like lava flowing beneath the ice.

Only the sound of breathing and the subtle sound of the layers of chains shaking could be heard.

The silent and murderous air flowed like a stream of water. Emperor Shu shrank his neck, and was about to speak with a dry smile. Then he saw the young man over there staggering up, picked up the flag, and hugged it in his arms. Lowering his head, he suddenly said after a while, Old man, you were also arrested?

Yeah, alas, it's all my fault, that slap is really merciless...

Emperor Shu complained angrily.

Finally, he looked at the chains on his body that suppressed his strength, and it was only a setback.

There is no other way. Back then, with a copy of the basic foundation, only the power of the auxiliary category [Transformation and Transformation] is left. This thing is combined with Lao Hu’s [Refining False Reality], there is still some means, and it can be separated. It's very tasteless to come.

At least not good at storming.

NND, if you have the ability to be old and immature, you will be shot to death every time you force it.

I have been wise all my life... Cough cough, I have tried to be wise all my life, and I have seen so many joys, I never thought of it, I never thought that I would become Lezi in the end.

Damn it...it's best that neither Lao Buzhou nor Hu suddenly find me.

die?

Can!

Become fun?

Can't!

Become fun and be ridiculed by Lao Bu Zhou and Hu Hu?

Then I have to climb out even if I die!

The young man smiled and said, Why don't we join forces? These people seem to be planning to do something... Emperor Shu hesitated for a while, sensing that those turbid gods and demons regarded his side as cannon fodder, because I didn't think there was anything else to stir up, so I didn't care about what I was talking about at all. I was relieved and muttered:

Yes, yes...but how? How many people do you have?

Huo Qubing lowered his eyes, looking at the battle flag in his hand that was trampled on and stained with blood and mud.

When he was handed to him by his uncle back then, the battle flag was as blazing as a flame. At that time, the Qingyongqi 800 led by him had already passed away, and only himself and this old man were left in the memory of that year. battle flag.

And in the memory, Yan Han's radiance is only here, he said hoarsely:

Originally a thousand people... lost a bit.

I still have 800 Qingqi.

Behind him, the eight hundred Beihai elites who had been rebellious and unconvinced with his army were silent. They all took half a step forward. The dragon soared behind him.

Lie Lie Yan Han.

Everyone can fight to the death.

Emperor Shu 'looked' at the evil spirit that seemed real, and murmured to himself: ...The fetus changes shape?

Who said that changing the shape of a fetus must be a body of flesh and blood?

I think, there is a way...

The boy looked at the battle flag, folded it carefully, and put it in his arms near his heart.

Uncle, the battle flag of the great man will definitely be flying.

On the graves of you bastards!

……………………

Wei Yuan rubbed the space between his brows, tidied up the scrolls in his hands, and put them on the cabinet.

Looking at the blue sky outside, all the gaps between mountains and seas that existed before have been smoothed out. He drank the milk tea next to him and bit the paper straw. Originally, he still had a lot of things to do. He needed to try to wake up Chi You and Xing Tian's body needs to go to Tushan, but it is all suppressed now.

Temporarily dragged back.

Even Zhu Jiuyin didn't know what to do, and couldn't get in touch for a while.

So there is no way to fish out Xingtian Chiyou's battle spirit.

He looked at the Chang'an sword that was still in its sheath.

Put all your killing intent, anger, and evil spirit on it.

This is a very simple method of raising sword power. He was very familiar with it when he was in Tang Dynasty. Under the water-milled Zen stick, there are simply four big characters, All living beings are equal.

Later, the monk disappeared.

This was originally intended to help the monk's way of cultivating sword power, which could have been used, but at that time, the ranger found that looking at the world, there was no enemy worthy of using this trick, even the so-called Yuanchen God , It's just a sword thing.

Gathering momentum to raise a sword is nothing but boring.

Now Wei Yuan has already passed the time when his appetite increased greatly. Breakfast is just tofu, fried dough sticks, tea eggs and other simple things. During breakfast, Wei Yuan casually told Jue that he had something to do today.

If you are interested in the lectures on Buzhou Mountain, you can also go there.

Emperor Dahuang came from above the stars, looked down at the outside world from Tiandi Mountain, and looked back at King Yu Siwen Ming. The latter is in good spirits now, with a taste of immortality and immortality. King Yu raised his eyebrows and said: You want to go out?

yes.

To fight?

perhaps.

Di Jun was noncommittal, and said flatly: I want to see the quality first.

As for the future... Si Wenming, I want you to do me a favor.

Help me to compare my cooking skills with one person.

Competition of cooking skills?!

King Yu was stunned, then overjoyed, and laughed heartily: Hahaha, finally someone can appreciate me, ahem, appreciate my cooking skills, Di Jun, you are a discerning person! You are this! King Yu gave a thumbs up, then pointed to himself, and said, Let me tell you.

We have gone through countless human settlements in the Three Realms and Eight Desolations back then.

Ah Yuan and I join forces in cooking. It's called a quack killing. Everything we eat is overwhelming, and everyone praises it!

A Yuan is in charge of praise, and I am in charge of random killings.

Ah Yuan is in charge of cooking, and I am in charge of Quack.

Di Jun looked cold, and said: Then, I will look forward to it.

He stepped out of Tiandi Mountain, walked down to the heaven, and walked in the wilderness.

At this time, old man Bu Zhoushan was walking barefoot, and next to him was Zhaoyang, one of Nuwa's ten intestines. Next, Ye Ming also stepped out of his palace.

The goal of all the gods, and even the goal of all living beings in the wilderness is one——

Tianzhu is not around the mountain!

And this time,

The white-haired Taoist walked out of the museum.

PS: The second update today... 3,400 words