Museum of Demons

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Yuanjue stretched out his hand, pressed his palm on the seal of this turbid world, pressed his palm slightly, the clear Buddha light circulated endlessly, and the turbid air slowly escaped from the seal, but the accumulation of more than 6,000 years in the turbid world is so profound. It was terrifying, even if it was a true Buddhist practitioner, after two lifetimes of ascetic cultivation, plus Xuanzang’s true inheritance, and after that, he got huge benefits from Emperor Hu.

For a while, he couldn't help the seal of this turbid world.

The head named Jizo, who was still full of messy hair, covered his forehead. For some reason, even Sakyamuni couldn't shave him. It grew out after a night of sleep, and it got even better later. Even the magic weapon from Emperor Hu's phantom couldn't remove his hair, and even the power of Yuanjue couldn't remove it.

The monk looked at Jizo with tough hair.

He couldn't help sighing and said, if this hair is in the human world, I don't know how many people would envy it.

After being silent for a while, he said again, this is the six impurity, the cause and effect of the world is not over.

It's a shame to be a monk.

Later, even Yuanjue's swordsmanship from Wei Yuan failed to cut off this hair.

Yuanjue had no choice but to sigh and say that with such a heavy karma, it might really have to be done by the owner of the guard house in person.

With such a heavy murderous aura, he simply became a head tuo first and led his practice.

At this moment, I just feel that I don't know why, the pain in the forehead is getting stronger and stronger, as if it was pierced by a sword, and the person holding the sword is still holding the sword, stirring constantly between his eyebrows, it seems like a continuous The power to crush the soul.

I heard Yuan Jue's question.

Nodding subconsciously, he said, "Yes, it's here..."

"That alien beast that I feel very familiar with is here."

He stretched out his hand and touched the seal of the turbid world, but he didn't know why. The seal of the turbid world, which would greatly deplete the power of Yuanjue's Buddhism, had no effect on Ksitigarbha. Yuanjue raised his eyes slightly and took this scene into his eyes. , said: "Okay, since you can pass this seal, then we can naturally join forces inside and outside to make a hole in it."

Emperor Hu has already been prepared.

Just as several people were about to join forces, suddenly, without a sound, a strong breath suddenly appeared, tearing straight to the moment of contemplation, intending to use the power of Buddhism to join forces with the power of Emperor Hu, and then rely on the characteristics of the Ksitigarbha to pass through this seal, to This seal broke an empty circle.

This power is extremely hidden.

Even Yuanjue and Hudi couldn't notice it.

Only that Jizo, who should have been having a splitting headache, was instead aware of such an extremely familiar force for some unknown reason.

He saw the power coming straight to Yuanjue's back. In these days, Sakyamuni's teachings came to his mind almost instinctively. Kizang didn't even bother to speak to remind him but suddenly got up and rushed in the direction of Yuanjue. The monk raised his eyes. , the nine-ringed tin stick in his hand subconsciously lifted, but he saw that Jizo, wrapped in indescribable evil karma, turned out to be in front of him.

A cyan sword shadow pierced through the body instantly.

Black and red blood spurted out, but unexpectedly, even Yuanjue and Emperor Hu would be extremely afraid.

Even the two of them will be directly hit to death by a move.

But it only made Jizo suffer some serious injuries, causing him to kneel on the ground suddenly and his body was sluggish. Already holding the nine-ringed tin stick in both hands and standing at the front, the treasure of Buddhism left by Xuanzang slammed against the ground and shouted in a low voice, "Who?!"

"For the poor monk."

"come out!!"

The Buddhist Chan singing suddenly became violent.

After practicing in the Great Wilderness and getting involved in Emperor Hu's practice of falsehoods and reincarnations several times, Yuanjue's Buddhist cultivation continued to improve.

The vast and pure Buddha light suddenly spread out in private.

Immediately, he was cut off by a fierce sword intent, the Buddhist sect was scattered, the blue shirt was upright, and a figure walked out step by step, his voice was calm and indifferent: "The secrets of the sky flow, but follow your heart.

"Earth, earth."

"I've been looking for you for so long, but I never thought that you would end up like this."

The blue shirt fell, the temples were white, and the elegant and evil man stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were cold and flat, overlooking thousands of thousands, so many laws, the secrets of all things were lingering in this place, circulating and changing, but they were different from those in the world. The crape myrtle gossip algorithm is completely different, with a connotation of madness, anger, confusion and explosion.

Turbid World · Heavenly Secret!

It was just the breath in an instant, Yuan Jue's complexion changed, and the nine-ring tin stick in his right hand was pressed down sharply.

Dangdang's bells vibrated incessantly.

The golden Buddha light changed and converged and turned into a golden Buddha clock upside down here, which resisted the outbreak of the turbid world, but it was just that. The golden Buddha clock lit up suddenly, and then shattered and turned into The golden color was like the mist of the morning light, and he took a half step back suddenly, and immediately the blood vessels in his right hand swelled, and the nine-ring tin rod was violently pressed down.

The name of the Buddha is long in the mouth.

The nine rings above the nine-ring tin rod trembled violently.

This piece of Buddhist treasure that Xuanzang used in those years finally showed slight cracks.

But also successfully blocked.

A move that blocked the top ten peaks, even if it was just a casual move.

Even the turbid world Tianji was slightly surprised, and immediately nodded: "Not bad."

Immediately the next moment, the figure in the blue shirt appeared directly in front of the monk.

Lift your right foot up and step down lightly.

So roared loudly.

Xuanzang held that, and walked a hundred thousand long road step by step, and the Zen staff left behind broke down!

"pity."

"This seat has no interest in entanglement with you."

…………

The sword qi flowed and changed, magnificent and splendid, slicing the entangled thick and turbid world again and again, but the turbid qi seemed to have completed a stable state in this huge seal, and it could flow and change on its own, replenish itself. Disintegrated background.

Chang'an Sword · Red Dust!

At the same time, it has sword qi, sword stance, and sword moves that attack the spirit and soul.

But it was shattered by a punch from the Great Master of the World.

"Unfortunately, Yuanshi Tianzun, do you have no strength?"

"The power of your moves seems to be not as powerful as it was at the beginning."

Zhuo Shi Da Zun can still talk to Wei Yuan lightly, even if there is a ferocious sword mark on his cheek, and if it wasn't for Wei Yuan who wanted to shelter the area in front of Zhu Rong, this sword might be directly from him The eyebrows were pierced, and this turbid world clone was directly smashed.

The Great Venerable Zhuo Shi nodded: "I probably shouldn't have fought with you in swordsmanship."

"Just relying on swordsmanship."

"You have no doubt, you are indeed what I have seen throughout the ages, number one in the world."

"It's a pity, it's a pity." The Great Venerable Zhuo Shi raised his sword, and the black sword transformed by the Xuanhei Zhu Shiqi was in front of him, saying to himself:

"If you are outside, if you don't need to stay in front of Zhu Rong."

"Perhaps between you and me, the outcome of life and death is still unknown."

"Now, it's not too late."

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand, his hair was tied in a hairpin, the sword energy was still fierce, and he said calmly: "If you want to use words to break your mood, you don't have to, even I know how the Great Venerable of the turbulent world can use it. To understand the morality of the world of the Qing world?"

"That would be equivalent to teaching a beast what a gentleman's morality is, and what is Yanhuang Fenggu."

"Even the Great Senior knows that this is impossible, right?"

"What is even the Great Senior?"

"I don't know who learned such provocative words from."

The Great Venerable Turbidity smiled and said, "What you and Huantian said are different."

"The best friends are here, and there will be good wine and good tea."

"For you, there is only the sword."

The Great Venerable Turbidity smiled and looked at the swordsman in front of him, and said, "If it's not very fair, this seal is actually specially prepared for you, and it has the strongest repressive power for a power like you, um, the current one. Fighting here is actually like a mortal sinking into the water and unable to breathe, right?"

"Your gong body was originally used for my turbulent karma."

"How much do you think this kind of physique can perform in the face of this seat?"

Wei Yuan raised the sword in his hand and sensed that the cycle of life and death behind him had entered the next stage, and said plainly:

"Even if the body is restricted, what about you?"

"Those who pass through this world, die!"

"Behind me, there are no people of the turbid world."

"What if I have to go there?"

"Then, I can make an exception."

The Chang'an sword in Wei Yuan's hand screamed, and the sharp sword intent pointed directly at the eyebrows of the Great Venerable Zhuo Shi:

"You can let your corpse pass by!"

…………

boom! !

At the same time, Yuanjue from the outside world staggered back, and the nine-ring tin rod was already cracked and fell on the ground - facing the turbid world in front of him, even if his cultivation was already the pinnacle of the contemporary human race, Buddhism The level of thousands of years of true cultivation is useless, blood flowed out of his mouth, Yuanjue's expression fell silent, and the Buddhist beads in his hand were all shattered.

The vitality gradually dissipated, but the Buddhist aura became more and more mellow, and any Buddhist cultivator could achieve Nirvana.

And just in this moment, before Yuanjue Nirvana, relying on the future, he saw Wei Yuan's rich death calamity, which was actually on top of this seal, but in the death calamity, there was still vitality, obviously immortal The flower is gone, but Yuanjue feels that if Wei Yuan falls here, he can be reincarnated again, which should be another chance.

but…

"I haven't understood the cause and effect of this life, the owner of the guard house, death is not a liberation."

"This time, let the poor monk use his body as a boat to save you."

"Oh, don't worry about me."

"Buddhist cultivator, cut off the troubles, the end of this life, and never seek longevity."

Yuanjue put his hands together.

I don't know why, but I suddenly thought of something Wei Yuan once said.

Buddhism cultivates silence.

Can you live forever?

He just smiled freely and said, "Amitabha, in the future museums, you can have one less pair of chopsticks."

"It's a good thing."

I have a bright pearl, which has been locked by dust for a long time;

The monk's breath suddenly dissipated.

Having grasped the earth of the turbid world, the turbid world's celestial secret that strode into this place suddenly stagnated.

Instinct to turn back!

But not for the monk's final blow.

The terrifying sound suddenly erupted, and the rumbling was like the wrath of the sky. Between the heaven and the earth, the terrifying thunder and fire crashed down like a huge pillar. Even the existence of the turbid world was unexpectedly forced by this boundless and terrifying thunder and fire. Controlling it, the terrifying thunderbolts that were as huge as mountains fell down violently, and there were countless thunders circling and whistling in the sky, like a huge drill ruthlessly drilled down.

Even the turbulent world was beaten into a mess, his temples burned, his clothes shattered, and he let out a loud roar, and even the ground was thrown away.

Yuanjue's Nirvana suddenly stagnated, and then he was forced to go back.

The thunder is endless!

A line of sight subconsciously looked back.

On the mountain in the distance, Fuxi wearing a white Taoist robe stood high, pointed his right hand, and panted violently. Those pupils turned into dark golden snake pupils, with blood splattered. He stretched out his finger and pointed at the man in blue. A picture flashed in his mind, and finally turned into a scene of Awa being stabbed to death by that sword, his face was distorted, and his mouth was full of fangs.

Five fingers clasped together.

Thunder in parallel! !

In the thunder and fire, a mad figure was like an eternal dream, roaring and killing, Fuxi finally shouted the roar that had been squeezing in his heart for thousands of years, and rushed in madly—

"Fuck you!!"

"I **** want you to die!!"

"Fuck!!"

PS: Today's second update... 3,600 words

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