Museum of Demons

Qi stagnation, sensational murder, and it's on the verge.

Shanjun's pupils were calm and pointed to the top.

Accompanied by the low tiger roar, he stepped into the air and rushed to the sky, far away from the human weapons that might interfere with the battle, and also far away from a large number of ordinary people. Wei Yuan knew that Shanjun meant to fight in the sky, for him , This can avoid hurting the innocent.

Wei Yuan uses the divine nature of the water **** to control the remnants of Jinyu bird's supernatural powers.

It seems that the enemy facing him is Shanjun. This time Jinyu Bird's Soul exploded with extremely strong power, and the clear and clear bird's voice was sharp, almost three-thirds magnificent.

Wei Yuan's five fingers were slightly open, and the wind stagnated.

Then the five fingers clasped together.

The chaotic gust of wind suddenly changed, neat and orderly.

suddenly,

The airflow around Wei Yuan suddenly surged in his direction, sending out a heavy and rapid whistling, which made people stand unsteadily, making the trees sway wildly, dusty, like a storm, and others stared in astonishment. Down, Wei Yuan, who was at the center of the gusty wind, was also riding on the gusty wind, soaring upward.

The previously injured monk almost stared out his eyes.

Two figures rose up into the sky one after the other.

They smashed through the shaky barrier, and accompanied by the crisp sound of shattering, their original plan to seal off the movement of this matter by the barrier completely failed. Tourists who had never been too far away raised their heads and stared. With big eyes, I saw the vast wind on this day.

I saw people rising to the sky.

The arbitrary wind blows on his face.

In the past, he could only control the power of Jinyu Bird to control the wind and fight. Once he exceeded the limit he could control, he might be in danger of being backlashed by the demon power, but now Wei Yuan didn't have to worry about this and was able to release this power to his fullest.

In human nature, there is a longing for the sky.

The wind was raging and entangled around him, Wei Yuan followed the mountain monarch in the sky, and quickly broke through the large group of clouds.

Wei Yuan's clothes, arms, and even hair were all wet.

As he walked through the clouds and mist, he felt a feeling of suffocation, and felt some difficulty in breathing, as if walking through a tunnel that would never end, but this was an illusion after all.

But in a flash,

The line of sight suddenly widened.

Upward is the clear sky that cannot be seen from the ground. The front is endless, clouds and mist are flowing, and the mountains and rivers below the feet turn into a magnificent picture. The vast sea of ​​clouds is surging, and the sky is like a broad curtain, like a fairyland of colored glaze.

Along with the sight, there is a broad-mindedness.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened slightly, and he immediately exhaled, looking at the black-clothed mountain monarch opposite, swinging the eight-faced Han sword in his hand, and pointing his left hand together. Accompanied by the sound of long chirping, the red streamer looked like a red dragon, tearing to the mountain monarch, the sword Ming is magnificent, and Wei Yuan knows that the battlefield between himself and Shanjun exceeds the barrier, and he certainly cannot hide it.

Simply stop thinking about the trouble afterwards.

Seeing such an open scene, I couldn’t help but let out a long roar, the sea of ​​clouds tumbling, and the sword rushed towards the mountain monarch. The red magic sword first came into contact with the mountain monarch, and was knocked off by the war sword in the latter’s hand. Then, Wei Yuan was already close. , The pupils were golden, suddenly twisted and chopped.

Jian Qi is like frost.

A cloud of mist was split apart by Shengsheng.

The old Taoist priest who was preparing the altar was startled by the series of shocking artillery, and then went outside to look at the mountain monarch rising up into the sky, originally subconsciously wanting to yell at him, but he immediately saw the guards behind him. Yuan, could not speak directly, and almost shook his wrist, throwing all the charms in his hand.

"This kid"

Tianchenzi opened his mouth.

You can fly into the air, why did this guy need his own armor talisman last time?

This **** is playing me?

As soon as the old Taoist frowned, he realized that with this expressive power, he might not be older than the opponent.

Maybe calling him a kid before is a bit of an advantage.

But in any case, there is some chance of winning now.

The old man took a long breath and opened his eyebrows. The altar has already been built with red sandalwood, with soldiers and horses as the material, and the last blood and tears of many Taoist priests instead of cinnabar. Everything is complete, but whether it is effective, and how much can it play The effectiveness of success is still a problem.

He laid out the talisman one by one, exhaled deeply, and began to practice the altar.

High in the sky, with the unsupported Qi divinity and the mountain monarch facing the enemy Wei Yuan, he can only feel the unpredictable power of the gods at this moment. Without the support of Qi's power, even Zhang Daoling's magic sword can be used. It can be used like an arm, distracted, and controlled by a single thought to continuously attack and kill the magic sword in the form of the Xuanyuan Sword Art.

On the other hand, Wei Yuan himself was wrapped in a violent wind, and he constantly fought against Shanjun.

For a while, it didn't make any difference.

But the main reason for this was that Wu Zhi's power resisted the divinity from Shanjun.

It’s because Shanjun has just broken through the original limit and stepped into the current level, far from reaching the peak of the gods, but even so, the scene of this encounter has exceeded the scope of mortal practitioners.

The practitioners below stared at everything that happened above.

The wind was raging, the sea of ​​clouds was tumbling, and Senhan's sword energy continued to be cut down. The cloud energy was trembling and transpiring because of the aftermath, and then was crushed by another force in the wild roar of tigers, and large swaths of clouds disappeared directly.

And accompanied by the confrontation of two divine natures.

There was a storm, the running thunder, and the rain caused by the dispersing of the clouds and mist. The mountain monarch raised his hand, and the disintegrating clouds and the electric light stopped, and immediately mixed into the vast clouds and mist, and turned into a hideous head behind him. The white tiger raised his head and roared.

Immediately,

The sword tore, stirring the water vapor in the clouds.

Then he continued to spin forward, slashing the white tiger transformed by the mountain monarch.

The water vapor diffused, condensed, and turned into scales and claws. This magic sword naturally turned into a long dragon. The water dragon evolved from the **** of water, and the tiger evolved from the **** of mountain wind, confronted in the sky above Yingtian Palace. If there are only two figures, at this moment, Wei Yuan and Shanjun's fighting speed, and, after all, are far enough apart, it is difficult for most people to notice.

Then the current changes are already sufficiently clear.

Not to mention that Wei Yuan himself is just a mortal, facing this terrifying scene personally.

Everyone below, even if they are far enough away, can still feel the magnificence presented in this change. Every time Wei Yuan retreats or is attacked, their nerves will be affected, and at this time, ordinary people in Yingtian Palace are also All noticed the scene that happened in the sky.

Panic, panic, alarm.

At this time, some people have begun to try to stabilize the order of the people, and thanks to the previous incident of the Huai River entering the sea, everyone has already seen the world, and they have already had a certain degree of psychological resistance, and even have audacity. People can take out their mobile phones and shoot live broadcasts remotely.

"Everyone can see that there is a scene of dragon and tiger fighting over Yingtian Mansion."

"We still don't know what the dragons and tigers are, whether they are gods or monsters, but I only know that the last time the Huai River was diverted into the sea was not a coincidence. Our familiar world should have gradually happened. Some kind of change, some kind of change that we don't know is good or bad."

Ban Hongyun is a contracted game anchor on the Internet and used to be a reporter.

Now he aimed his camera outside again.

Just like when I was young, when I was doing battlefield records on foreign battlefields.

then,

He heard a familiar voice.

The roar, almost like a roar or roar, like some kind of powerful beast, Ban Hongyun's breathing was slightly stagnant, and then he felt a familiar tremor, rising from the tail vertebrae, and he paused. , Muttered dreamily: "It's a fighter group."

In the sky, the Shenzhou Longxiang fighter system took off and rushed to the battlefield at the fastest speed.

The peculiar roar of fighter jets made the entire city quiet.

This means that there is an absolute enemy in that dragon and tiger.

Is the enemy.

The Longxiang fighter flew across the sky.

According to the analysis just now, they can’t get too close. The power of modern science and technology is a holistic, extremely sophisticated power, and Shan Jun has shown his understanding of modern science and technology before. Once he destroys a certain fighter jet With sophisticated equipment, this aerial beast will directly lose its combat effectiveness.

However, the locking system of the fighter plane cannot automatically lock the Shanjun body.

Switch to manual.

The fighter group instantly dispersed, and the modern weapons were comprehensive and powerful enough. This time, they did not load explosive gunpowder weapons at all. Instead, they directly used kinetic energy shock weapons. Even the gods could not completely ignore this in a confrontation with the enemy. Expensive, exquisite and powerful weapon.

Shan Jun raised his hand, the air solidified, and stopped the ammunition without being injured.

But Wei Yuan stepped forward abruptly.

The sword neighed and slashed towards the mountain monarch.

Then he was blocked by the sword in Shanjun's hand.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and instantly grasped Zhang Daoling's magic sword with his right hand. The fingerless glove on his right hand could no longer stand his strength for a long time. , This sword whistled in an instant, slashing directly to the shoulder of Shanjun.

Then,

Wei Yuan directly let go of the loose sword, clenched a fist with his right hand, and hit Shanjun's abdomen heavily.

In a word, he drank in a low voice.

Even Shanjun was affected at this moment.

Wei Yuan retreated in an instant. At this moment, the fighter group poured out gunpowder and missiles, and bombarded the Shanjun who was affected by Fulu in this boxing. Then, accompanied by the roar of the tiger, the white tiger transformed by the electric light and the cloud. Sweep with the claws to sweep away the violent flames.

Tianchenzi stared at the changes in the sky.

The old Taoist has lived long enough, knowing that there is no best chance. As long as it reaches a certain standard and can get things done, that is the best chance. He sees that Lord Shan has shown a method similar to the law and resists. At the moment when the fighter group bombed, they snapped a photo of the decrees in their hands.

This kind of attack can't be a second time!

This is also one of the problems of modern weapons. His grandmother's stuff is consumables.

Now or never!

Damn it!

The old Taoist exploded in his heart. He looked at the sky fiercely, praying that the old brothers of Baiyun View would not lose the chain at this time. non-compliant.

He has achieved the ultimate, and it depends on the sky to be able to have some effectiveness.

The sky was low and drooping.

It’s almost just a breath time, and then there is an abnormality

The modern heavenly court is that after generations of true cultivators died, their true spirit dissipated, and the power of the Taoist remnant heaven and earth, the so-called **** soldiers will have no true spirit at all, only recognize edicts and ceremonies, but now, the ceremonies are not well organized. , And even without an edict, most of the heavenly gods will have no response.

Therefore, only the predecessor of Baiyun View, the true spirit, gave feedback

only,

It is all the real cultivation of Baiyun in the past, without exception.

Fa is the voice of his heart.

This is far beyond the extreme of the altar.

The old Taoist was stunned, but in the end he no longer had the arrogance of success. He looked around at the endgame in Baiyun, but he was surprised.

The air rubbed and made a clattering sound, and this magnificent and majestic sound continued to spread. Even Wei Yuan himself was bitten back by the magnificent aura, snorted, almost coughing up blood, and his consciousness was dizzy for a moment.

Then I saw the heaven and the earth turning and pressing down, and in the void, there seemed to be a huge chain of clouds and mist, slowly piercing it down with a heavy and overwhelming aura. The single chain was almost like a mountain, piercing through the mountain monarch’s body of a tiger. The shoulders, spine, and then slowly straightened as if pulling him to the sky.

The tiger struggled and snarled, so the electric light wandered through the sky, hitting the chains.

As a result, the wind raged, causing the chain to sway continuously.

So the lightning, thunder, and the exploded thunder fire were swept by the wind.

But when the electric light dissipated and the storm subsided, the chain was still as before, even in the thunderstorm, it was more solemn and majestic, and even more shocking. Such a change is almost like a reappearance of a myth, so that no matter it is a practitioner, Or mortals, they were speechless for a long time in this terrifying moment.

Wei Yuan forcibly controlled his consciousness.

He knew that the opportunity was here.

He does not deny that Shanjun himself is determined to be determined, nor does he deny his own role in constructing divinity, but he also cannot deny that the luck that Liu Xiu bestows is also an honor for the other party to surpass the earth and rank among the gods. He must seize the opportunity, cut off his luck, and cut off the high platform where the gods are.

In this era, kill the gods.

It may be dangerous, but there is no second choice.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, his pupils turned from gold to ink.

At this moment, self-sufficient and human.

Without support, Qi dissipated.

Then, relying only on the remnant soul of the Jinyu bird to protect the wind, standing high in the sky, and the unsupported divinity condensed in Wei Yuan's palm, following the trajectory of memory, it turned into the last talisman of Zhang Jiao, in this In an instant, Shanjun's pupils contracted slightly and looked at Wei Yuan, who felt the power that threatened him.

Wei Yuan pointed and cut, and Zhang Daoling's magic sword attacked Shanjun in an instant.

And he is holding a sword in his right hand, preparing to make the final blow before stepping.

However, he never thought that Shanjun faced that magic sword attack and killed, and he would not evade and retreat. He ate this sword alive, his arms were bound by an invisible chain, but his pupils were still awkward, staring at Wei Yuan, suddenly. He had to drink low: "Jin Yuniao, will you betray me a second time?!"

The remnant soul of the Jinyu Bird circulated stagnant at this moment.

Shan Jun shouted angrily: "Don't retreat yet!!!"

As the tiger roared into the sky, Wei Yuan heard the panicking sound of Jinyu Bird, and then, the remnant soul was shaken away by the mountain monarch and tiger roar in front of him, and Wei Yuan's eyes showed a trace of stunned and unwillingness, as the lord of the mountain. There is no doubt that the subordinate officials have sufficient control.

But he didn't expect that after Shanjun became a god, the effect would be so great.

And Wuzhi Qi's divinity turned into a dragon-slashing talisman, and without the Jinyu bird controlled by Wuzhi Qi's divine protection, it was impossible to fight against the mountain monarch.

He anticipated such a possibility, but he did not anticipate that Jinyu Bird, who used to behave recklessly, was so weak and incompetent when facing Shanjun. There was nothing to say about it. He even supported it until he completed this. The last step of a talisman cannot be done.

Tianchenzi looked up, his eyes cracking to see that the figure lost strength and fell before the last sword was delivered.

But he has nothing to do.

But now, many people, through binoculars, or other methods, know that the tiger is the enemy, and now their own people fall without strength, falling from such a high place, even the body of steel will have to fall to death.

Wei Yuan was falling faster and faster, even breathing hard.

The magic sword neighed to catch him, but he was restrained by the mountain monarch. Wei Yuan saw that the fighter plane seemed to be affected by the mountain monarch, and the wind was from the tiger, and the gale formed an extremely irregular turbulence layer around the mountain monarch. Let the fighter flight trajectory become extremely unbalanced.

Wei Yuan's left hand, the talisman transformed by Qi Qi's divinity was still there.

As long as it is crushed, it is enough for him to forcefully lean on the water vapor, which is the so-called fog.

But that means that there is nothing that can cut off the **** of the mountain monarch.

If he doesn't have the teacher's way or deeds, he may not be able to do it even if he saves his life.

Wei Yuan's eyes widened, staring fiercely at the fierce and magnificent wind. He exhaled, and the eight-faced sword screamed in his hand. He looked at the wind as if he was about to catch something. He did see it, deep in his heart. , The words that the young Taoist once said to himself flowed one by one.

And the strange beasts that had been seen in Primordial Ancient Times also appeared in front of them one by one.

Even at the end of the pre-Qin period.

What you see, what you know, what you learn.

In Wei Yuan's eyes there was a crazy determination that was hard to see, just like he had stopped before the beast in his previous life. He glanced at the mountain monarch hidden behind the cloud for the last time. The corners of his mouth were hooked and abandoning the past, becoming one. There is not only one with such a xinxing.

Wei Yuan held the Fulu in the palm of his left hand and adjusted his body in the air.

Close your eyes and concentrate.

As if not knowing that I was about to fall, I was about to fall to death.

Finally he whispered,

"Fu Nai Xin's Words"

He had an illegal sword in his hand, not a nine-section scepter, but a mortal iron.

Wei Yuan also pointed to the sword, the blood of the Crouching Tiger poured into the spirit, and a series of talisman patterns appeared on the sword, and dragons and phoenix dances appeared on the sword. Holding the sword in both hands, gritted his teeth, and then slammed into the void. The talisman was densely covered in the void, turning into a talisman formation, like an altar.

It's Wei Yuan.

Not Yuan.

He exhaled and said

"Strong wind."

What is the wind?

It's the flowing air, it's diffusion, it's the air machine between heaven and earth.

It is the wild horse, the dust, and the creature's breath.

The wind is pervasive, and it can also carry sounds. With the wind between the sky and the earth at this moment, everyone clearly heard the squally wind, and then for some reason, the air suddenly became dull, as if there was no trace of wind, and therefore, It feels like I'm back to the most stuffy time again.

Ban Hongyun felt his back wet with sweat.

An indescribable depression and silence.

Then, gentle whispers like the whisper of the heavens and the earth accompanied the sound of the wind.

"Invite."

Ban Hongyun felt faintly cool.

He stretched out his hand, felt the air current flowing between his five fingers, and suddenly looked up.

The silent air flow began to surging crazily, starting to gather in one place in the sky. The wind is a flowing air. In a distant place, it is a gentle breeze that is undetectable. As it approaches, the wind begins to accelerate, like a flowing stream. , And finally turned into a violent torrent.

Then,

An agitated voice resounded through the world.

The pilot who was struggling to control the fighter saw drastic changes on the special equipment and said: "Reported that there is a strong reaction ~www.NovelMTL.com~ is approaching extremely quickly, no, it's too late!"

The sound of howling rushed into the sky.

The policemen who were venturing to maintain traffic on the overpass turned their heads, and the people living in the modern steel jungle looked up. They saw the highest-tech fighter jets from mankind flying in the sky and the white clouds and fog like the ocean.

Seeing the wind as if it turned into a huge whale, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds, swimming gently in the sky.

Above him is the vast sky, an eternity that has not changed since ancient times, while below are dense urban high-rise buildings, flashing traffic lights, and cars parked on the road. He swam across the sky, and the group of fighter jets suddenly stabilized and got rid of Under the influence of the squally wind, it flew to the sky.

The wings of steel and the myth of the legend pass by, and the myth and the modern are blending at this moment.

Shanjun's eyes were slightly condensed, and the fundus appeared unexpectedly for the first time.

At the feet of Wei Yuan, with the help of the shadow of Kunpeng transformed by the previous control of the wind, this is the shape of the wind, but with its form, Wei Yuan was thrown high by the wind, and drew his sword in the air. With a finger cut, Zhang Daoling's magic sword and the eight-faced Han sword that was originally a mortal were released at the same time.

It turned into a red and a blue light and shadow, instantly piercing through the mountain monarch's arm.

The first generation celestial master, magic sword.

The last Crouching Tiger, war sword.

Wei Yuan flew into the sky and fell, before falling to the mountain monarch at this moment, and pointed to a horizontal cut.

"The essential technique of peace begins with expelling the disease and finally slaying the dragon."

The voice paused, thinking that the young Taoist asked the man to die, Wei Yuan just said:

"Evil God, Fu Zhu!"

Today, the first one is six thousand words, and the second one, I see if I can write it out, and I will try my best to finish it a bit.

Then if there is no more than 12 o'clock, everyone should go to bed early and cover your face

Thank you Wanshang from young handsome to old, thank you very much