Museum of Demons

Cang's voice fell.

Both Jiwang and Sanwei were stunned, and then looked forward in disbelief. The three elites of the Republic of China wearing black robes and carrying weapons only felt that their scalp was tingling. Five thousand years ago, that was called by King Yu. When the country of the mountains and seas of Kyushu went to the Tushan League, it was an era of heroes, legends and even victory over myths.

People of that era? !

Actually lived so long?

Thoughts surged in the three people's minds and made the same decision at the same time.

Retreat!

Not an opponent!

The wings spread out behind them, and then they discovered that the wind that had previously surrendered to the Yu clan was no longer flowing at this moment. They directly locked their wings as if they could not fly in Yufeng at all. Wei Yuan slowly retracted his sight, his mountain **** seal. Xi is originally the kind that tends to mountain breeze.

Coupled with the evil method of heaven and earth, if these Yu people run with their feet at the beginning, they may not be very good at stopping them. If Yufeng, they don’t want to escape at all, but Wei Yuan flees in panic as he watched his life. Bi Fangniao's mouth twitched.

Do you need to be so scared? !

It was not me who wanted to cook your ancestors with fire.

No, that seems to be me.

But then you just plucked your ancestor’s feathers, and it wasn’t me who was holding the raw meat and chewing there.

What are you afraid of? !

I didn't even write you in the book.

Wei Yuan weirdly retracted his gaze and looked at the three feather tribes wearing black robes, hoping that he still couldn't believe the person in front of him, but he quickly reacted and said angrily: "Yuan... these three people want to **** you off. The grave was ruthless just now."

And the three Yuzu people finally understood that because the two sides appeared at the same place by accident, the most important part was mistaken, and the leader's voice was hoarse and hurried, and said: "This is a misunderstanding. We didn't want to be right. This adult is disrespectful."

"We are just tracking down a traitor from the Republic of Yu."

"I want to take her back to the country."

"Everything that just happened was a misunderstanding, and we can make up for it."

Jiwang was furious, the other party had not had such an attitude just now, and the attack was ruthless enough to completely aim for the murder. Now it sounds nice.

Yu Minguo, traitor...

Wei Yuan thoughtfully, when the leader of the Yu clan seemed to see a glimmer of hope for survival, he said:

"Did you mean Feng Siyu?"

? ? !

The pupils of the feather clan leader shrank slightly, and the explanation came to an abrupt end.

Only the emotion that surged suddenly.

And just as he was affected by Wei Yuan’s words and his mood was agitated, Wei Yuan silently used Taoism magical powers to influence the opponent, and directly penetrated into his soul. The first reaction of the leader.

The leader of the feather clan reacted quickly and realized that his soul was disturbed.

He opened his mouth and laughed sorrowfully. Without giving Wei Yuan a chance to continue, he bit a small sac in his mouth. His face instantly turned blue and fell to the ground and died. The next two men in black robes died almost at the same time.

No one thought of such a change.

Wei Yuan's body was still a little stiff, and he couldn't react.

By the time he noticed something was wrong, the other party had committed suicide by taking poison.

He leaned over to check the death of the three of them, opened his hood, and saw that the faces underneath were covered with scars. He couldn't see what he looked like. Obviously he was a specially trained dead soldier. Judging from it, the Republic of Yu almost had a killer mentality towards Feng Siyu.

Wei Yuan just read something from the surface of the leader's soul.

The new master.

And, the most outstanding young priest of the Republic of Yu, known as the genius of the next generation of the Great Sovereign of the Republic of Yu.

The leader's memory flashed through Wei Yuan's mind.

It was a girl with wings spread out behind her, covered with a layer of golden shimmer. She was dressed in fire-colored clothing and covered with a thin veil. It was solemn and gentle, which was daunting in her heart.

Wei Yuan was silent, somewhat unsure.

Is this really Feng Siyu?

However, the priests existed for gods, and the area recorded in the Overseas Southern Classics was not as large as the Western Mountain Classics, and there was only one **** who was truly qualified to have all the Yu Minguo gathered and worshipped.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he whispered slowly in his heart.

Vulcan,

Zhu Rong.

…………

"Successfully committed suicide, dead man? When did the Yu Minguo engage in this stuff?"

"Isn't that Shaohao's courtier?"

Looking at the three feather tribes who committed suicide, they were a little bit emotional.

Wei Yuan said, "Emperor Shaohao takes Hundred Birds as officials, Phoenix as prime minister, and Raptors as the army. This should be the eagle Yangwei of the Yu clan."

Lao Shan Weng looked at Wei Yuan and hesitated: "It's really you?"

Wei Yuan said: "Replacement like fakes."

Shan Weng hopes that he doesn't know the idiom of this later generation, and mumbles:

"Replacement, where can I change one?"

He shook his head, suppressed the emotion in his heart, a smile appeared on his face, and said with emotion: "However, you can still live again. Could it be that you didn't die back then, but you were wounded and cultivated? I can't believe it."

Sanwei laughed and said, "What are you talking about, how could it be possible to sleep as long as five thousand years?"

"I see, what is the adventure."

"Maybe it was King Yu's preparation, and this will allow you to recover."

"Hahaha, yes, that's King Yu after all, it is possible to do anything."

"But in any case, you wake up, this is also a great thing!"

"Yes, good things, good things, worth celebrating!"

The two mountain gods congratulated again and again, with smiles on their faces, no matter their tone or expression, no one would doubt their sincerity, of course, provided that they did not see their actions.

The old mountain **** who is accustomed to benevolent and good-looking towards people stepped back and spread his arms, doing his best to keep his white cow behind him, Sanwei Mountain God kept kicking his right foot back, trying to kick his own **** cow back to Chongwu Mountain. There was a cold sweat on his forehead. I didn't know if it was thinking of the exotic fruit forest behind the mountain or the medicinal materials planted in the belly of the mountain.

Ji Wang Shanshen laughed:

"Ha, haha, it's a good thing, a good thing!"

Sanwei Mountain God wipes sweat:

"Yes, that is, I have to tell the big guy that Yuan Du is back and hide his own sacred beast..."

"Ah no, I mean, you must be welcome."

Wei Yuan: "..."

He couldn't help laughing, and then said, "Don't worry."

His body is still in the state of an old man, so his voice is old and generous, with a strand of white hair curled up, and sighed: "I won't go to your mountain to find meat anymore. I was still young and ignorant."

"They are all so old now, and they don't have so much energy."

"Yu, Qi, and the naughty girl are not there either. After all, what happened back then, after all, has passed so long."

He sighed with emotion, and Jiwang and Sanwei looked at Yuan who was now very old.

Suddenly I realized that the other party is not the same as me. It is not the spirit of the mountain. It will grow old, die, and temperament will change. That kind of vigilance gradually dissipated. Recalling that I hated and loved chickens and dogs. After all, it was five thousand years ago.

Jiwang sighed: "Yes."

"You are old too."

"Yu is no longer there, and there is no way to catch monsters anymore."

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Of course, if you are willing to give me one, I'm still very happy."

Jiwang shook his head quickly and said, "This is absolutely impossible."

………

The two mountain gods and Wei Yuan chatted for a while, hoping to caress their beards: "I thought there was something wrong with my mountain. It turned out that you woke up. That's good. At least I can have an explanation for the mountain lord Chongwu. By the way, Yuan, there is a mountain **** gathering on Chongwu Mountain. Would you like to go and see it too?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while, shook his head and said, "Next time."

Jiwang is a little regretful, nodded, and said, "Then, after a while, Chongwu Mountain should have another gathering. Then all the mountain gods of the entire Western Three Classics will be there. If you have free time, go and see. ."

Wei Yuan nodded.

The two mountain gods had to go back and report to Chongwu Mountain Lord.

Riding on two white cows and hurried away. Originally, when the white sacred cow came down, he had to urge, but when he left here, he didn’t need to shout anymore. He stepped on his legs and rode the rising clouds. The clouds rolled and rushed. Far away.

Wei Yuan retracted his gaze, and after thinking about it, he dug out three tombs here using the method of earth movement.

Let the three feather tribes enter the soil for peace.

Then, after waiting for the beast to return, he first returned to the outside of Chaoge City, let his body sit in the belly of the mountain, warming his stiff body with the earth veins, and then left the mountain and sea realm. He felt it. The flesh in the previous life is indeed not weak.

But it's not much powerful.

Without blessing of divine power, in the eyes of the ancients, it is still a mortal level.

As for the zombies... this kind of strange creatures can only change and appear in the most yin land. The mountain of Chongwu is the head of many mountain gods in the West and the Three Classics, while the east and even the Yang, King Yu directly buried him in With the orientation of Chongwu Mountain Dongfang, he did not intend to let him have the slightest possibility of cheating on the corpse.

Besides, even mortal swords can ward off evil spirits. Right now, King Yu’s sword is directly anchored there. There is blood from the Kunlun **** on the sword. It is impossible for a corpse to be transformed. You can only lie down in a sarcophagus and sleep honestly. In order to maintain decentness like this.

Wei Yuan almost suspected that once his body was transformed, the shadow sword would directly disperse the evil spirits.

Let him experience what is called brother's iron fist.

After all, in the eyes of Yu.

After the corpse was transformed, Yuan and the true spirit were no longer alone.

It was just that his body was reborn with wild wisdom.

Perhaps this is Wuzhiqi's thoughts looking at Xiangliu's remnant soul, and Zhu Jiuyin's thoughts at the current drum... Wei Yuan suddenly felt that he could understand a little bit of Wuzhiqi who was smashing Xiangliu's remnant soul with all his strength, and I hope I can kill the candle and understand the thoughts in their hearts.

His real purpose was to inquire about the breath from the nine shades of the candle.

Has now reached a contract with Zhujiuyin.

Next, it was natural to kill the drum, and before that, Wei Yuan went to Qingqiu Country.

I don’t know why, the old fox who would call him a general with a smile today did not guard his fellows in front of Qingqiu Kingdom. Instead, he was replaced by another middle-aged man with a loose robe, with an ancient Confucian spirit. Wei Yuan was stunned, and then nodded politely, and then the young fox clan took Wei Yuan to the house of the girl.

It was still in the place that deviated from most of the Qingqiu country's buildings.

The fox girl took Wei Yuan in and waited, and then went to look for the girl behind.

Wei Yuan sat cross-legged at the table, drinking tea slowly.

After a while, footsteps were heard.

Before people came out, there was a smiling voice coming from behind the screen:

"Who is my Dao? This is not the second heavenly master of the Taiping Dao, the first emperor holds the halberd, the busy man in the world, the master of Wei Yuanwei? I'm here to blow, my little Qingqiu country is really brilliant."

Female Jiao smiled and walked out.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

With a burst of arms, his sleeves shook open aside, and a girl in light-colored clothes and a hosta haircut was sitting in front of him with a gentle smile.

Yu, bless me.

Wei Yuan grasped his fist, coughed against his chin, and said:

"Of course I came to see you."

The female Jiao smiled playfully: "Oh? Look at me..."

"Really?"

Wei Yuan simply and neatly removed a wooden box from behind, put it on the table, pushed it forward, and said:

"gift."

Nv Jiao was taken aback, and then couldn't help laughing. She seemed to be really amused by Wei Yuan. She couldn't stop her laughter. She covered her belly with one hand and said: "Puff, haha...you, you, it's true Go looking for it?"

"It's not here to fool me..."

She opened the wooden box while smiling, and then saw the quaint, rusty broken sword.

The palm movement stopped.

"Trailing shadow..."

PS: Today’s first update... 3,600 words, thank you Zhao Yixiao and the leader, thank you~

Obviously, the work and rest began to collapse, covering his face... After sending this change, continue to code words, try to finish the second chapter at about twelve o'clock, and then go to bed early.