Museum of Demons

Originating from Wei Yuanjun, the silent breath of cause and effect spread out.

Like a little inspiration, a breath of breath.

Then it rises upwards, just like counterattacking the sky.

In the end, it fell into the huge causal composition that has existed in the world for a long time. Just falling, it has set off layers of ripples. The ripples spread in all directions and turned into waves. , became a little stagnant, and the aura that seemed to exist forever became a little more active.

As if the spring was warming up, a stone fell on the frozen river, breaking the thin ice surface, so under the ice surface, there would be layers of ripples, moving in all directions The ground will spread, and eventually the ice surface will be shattered, and the ice that has been frozen for thousands of years will be completely disintegrated.

Eventually, the ripple will bring the entire river back to life.

as it should be...

However, a tributary of a stream can be opened by a falling rock.

What if it is a river?

What if the river itself is the Yellow River that rushes into the sea and never turns back? !

What if the surface of the water is an endless, vast and majestic sea of ​​the age of gods that swallows all rivers, connects to the sky at the top, and reaches the nine seclusions below? !

Shrouded in the dreams of all living beings, the true spirit and endless karma, it has been vaguely constructed into a "boundary" that claims to be a reincarnation world. The blue-clothed scholar who has been seated in this void and real world for thousands of years looks at the lighted streamer, As well as the ripples stirred up by Wei Yuanjun's cause and effect, there was a trace of expectation in his eyes, and he finally sighed.

not enough, not enough...

The green-clothed scribe stretched out his hand and gently rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

What you can see when you look up, the range of sight is endless, vast and boundless!

Far beyond yin and yang, encompassing everything.

He has been here for a thousand years.

Here is the great dream created by Yuanshi Tianzun based on the yin and yang of the original creation, and the cause and effect of all dharmas and all things. —

The karma of this guy is so important!

So many!

It really seems to include all living beings in the heavens and worlds!

A real world that seems to reflect everything in the world, since it reflects all living and non-spiritual things in the past, future and present, it is naturally boundless and vast, and within a thousand years, Wei Yuan built such a dream, allowing all living things and all things to live together. When entering a dream, when one deduces one's own destiny, one naturally also bears the weight of sentient beings.

This is a risk that must be taken.

Wei Yuan is still in a deep sleep at this moment.

It seems that something happened before, which caused Yu Weiyuanjun to know something she shouldn't know, and caused a certain degree of shaking in the original trajectory of fate. In the dream, there were some ripples.

But it is still not enough, these ripples are still too weak

A dao fruit is naturally tyrannical.

It is enough to create boundless waves in the 'boundary' constructed by countless causes and effects.

But if it is compared with the big dream that encompasses everything from ancient times to the present, it cannot compare with such a magnificence after all.

As time passed, the layers of ripples finally returned to calm, as if they had never appeared, and naturally they did not wake up the Taoist who fell into the dream with the thoughts of the common people, and the karma accumulated for thousands of years. The will of the Great Senior, who was strong enough to shake the half-step detachment, never woke up after all.

Like a dormant dragon.

Such as swallowing the majesty of the sun and the moon.

But still sleeping, just sleeping, it has no value and meaning.

The dreamland was like water, and where the green-clothed scribe was, it turned out to be only the most superficial area of ​​the dreamland.

Even if it is only such a superficial area, it is already boundless, vast, dark and dark, and there are faintly visible bits and pieces of brilliance, just like the stars and myriad phenomena in the sky, which are the reflections of the dreams of each living being. The number is so large that it can almost be described as overwhelming magnificence.

When drunk, I don't know the sky is in the water, and the boat is full of clear dreams, pressing down on the galaxy.

My great dream suppresses the stars.

The scholar in green shirt lowered his eyes and sighed: "For a thousand years, I have watched your road extend with my own eyes."

"Encompassing all things, containing all dharmas, there are spirits of life and death, and things without life and death, all of which have entered your dreams. Ordinary people have enough karmic difficulties to bear a little, and you can become a Buddha if you bear wronged souls, but you have to bear the whole world. The past and future of the world are magnificent, yet so persistent and stupid."

He suddenly remembered the last thing that Taoist did a thousand years ago.

At that time, he was still on that Zhenwu Mountain.

The black-haired Taoist stretched out his hand at random, created paper and pen out of thin air, and then wrote down lines of text, each of which was peaceful and steady, and it was impossible to tell that after writing this letter, He was going to talk to all living beings. Have a big dream together, if you can't wake up, you will die in the dream.

The scribe in blue was at a distance at that time, watching him finish writing the letter.

Every time I write a line, my mind becomes clearer and more peaceful.

Let go of me, clarity is the only one.

When he wrote the last letter to Zhang Sanfeng, and wrote the last line, the last word "Museum", the aura around him changed drastically, creating a kind of mysterious and inconceivable beauty. Harmoniousness actually made even the scholars in green shirts feel an indescribable feeling.

The state of mind is detached, without any ripples, overlooking the eternity, the self, and all the past and future.

And I am on top of it!

Seeing this scene at that time, there was only one thought left in Fate's mind.

If there is detachment, it should be so!

Be so!

So he was sincerely convinced, and he had no regrets or unwillingness to protect Wei Yuan for thousands of years.

In the future, soldiers will meet each other, and when they fight, they will be separated. This is a matter of the future.

Today, the same way goes hand in hand, that is sincerity and trust.

But at that time, the scribes in green shirts could not have imagined that Wei Yuan had been sleeping in a big dream for a thousand years. Seeing that the time was coming, there was no sign of waking up. When the time comes to wake up, it is not difficult to sleep for another thousand years, three thousand years, or even ten thousand years.

Faced with such signs, the green-clothed scribe could only smile wryly.

This guy really didn't have the slightest preparation and backhand.

Just relying on a lot of courage, you got on? !

And at that time, he was so intimidated by his aura? How did the thousand-year-old self think, to be so willing to take the initiative to protect the way for this enemy.

Is it really the so-called ancient way of managing literature?

What's the backhand, preparation, it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, what matters is the momentum?

The green-clothed scribe recalled the past, how many times he recalled the past, and let out a long laugh, but there was nothing he could do.

"Such a great way, if you want to achieve it, even if you have the magnanimity to swallow the world through the ages, how can you be less cautious? How can you be purely adventurous? You, really have no back-up, no preparations? Bearing the existence of the world In the causal dream, you must also fall into the dream, once you fall into the dream, when will you wake up, who knows?"

"It may be thousands of years, or ten thousand years. It is more likely that if you wake up from the dream, even if you get the Tao, it will be too late."

"If you want to wake up at the right time, you must have a backup, you must have external force."

"I can't do it."

"At this moment, even your blood-related daughter, the ripples caused by the changes in fate can't wake you up, so the difficulty seems to be greater than I imagined, the world is vast, but there are What huge shock could wake you up?"

"You, after all, are reckless and reckless."

"Still have a plan in mind?"

"In a thousand and eight thousand worlds, how can I wake you up."

"Do you really have a backhand? Who is your backhand..."

………

boom! !

The sound of the galloping horses almost made the whole earth roar, and the aura flowed, roaring, roaring, almost like a vast ocean, and it was even more frightening. Looking from afar, giants that looked like mountains roared and stepped forward. .

Great Wilderness—Giant Dog Rong!

Wearing black armor, they roared with their heads held high, and the weapons in their hands seemed to be pulled upside down. Every time they swung, they would bring a kind of violent power to the extreme. This is the extreme power, hate There is no ring in the sky, and the power of the berserk level that has no grip on the ground.

Whoa, whoa—

This is the ringing of huge chains.

The majestic chains, each link of which is more than a hundred-story building in the human world, are dragged on the ground.

Pulled forward by an incomparable force, he galloped at an incomparable speed.

It collided with the earth, whistled, rubbed, and shot out thunder and fire.

Under the rising sun, the huge battle formation was not motionless, like a huge wave. When the flying birds strayed into the sky above the waves, they immediately felt the heavy murderous aura below.

Above the sky, gigantic birds and beasts pierced the sky and screamed shrilly. Disturbed by the terrifying murderous aura, they soared up suddenly, their sights suddenly pulled up and away, everything became smaller, and the sight became wider. Giants, alien beasts, and even human races stepped into this battlefield one after another. They stepped forward, filled with smoke and dust, followed by clouds, they killed on the battlefield, roaring with different voices, all the words and roars, point to the same meaning—

"wind!"

"wind!"

"Gale!"

boom! !

The arrogance of the battlefield suddenly gathered ~www.NovelMTL.com~ on a high platform.

The big banner shook violently.

The generals of the four directions quickly passed on the orders of the battle formation one by one.

On the high platform, the nine ancient Canggu tripods rumbled and burned fiercely, and the formation flags fluctuated rapidly under the guidance of the generals and school officers. In front of them, they came from different worlds and different races of creatures. The assembled army moved rapidly.

Thirty million Qin troops launched a roaring attack towards the kingdom of God.

Under the sight of the first emperor.

PS: The third update today...

(end of this chapter)