Museum of Demons

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The thunder rhino, which was obtained in the caravan, moved forward slowly.

Wu Anjun sat up on top of Lei Xi, looking calmly ahead. . .

The vast, empty, and extremely lonely wilderness, at least it seems that he is the only one who is alone, and has its own bleakness. Of course, if the **** who calls himself Shiyi who follows him casually can just disappear. , even better.

Along the way, this guy took out several books with red covers and severely criticized Wu Anjun for being too paranoid, too backward, and so on. Not so loud.

Wu Anjun turned over and stood in front of the cliff, overlooking everything in the world.

Looking at Shi Yi, who looked indifferent next to him, Wu Anjun was naturally a rational being. Knowing that he couldn't defeat this same stubborn and paranoid god, Shi Yi stood with his hands behind his back, and said in a deep and low voice, "Human, where are you going? "

Wu'an Jun said: "No country is a lonely army. A lonely army enters the hinterland. If you can't overcome the enemy army quickly, you will surely die. Therefore, you must have the support of the state."

Shi Yi frowned, "But Shenzhou is in the world."

"Shenzhou..."

Wu Anjun looked down at the front. The Great Wilderness looked very desolate at the moment, and it was far more vast and huge than the human world. According to legend, around this world with the strongest vitality, there are various fragments that split, and these fragments are accompanied by The deduction of time has turned into many small thousand worlds.

The big one may be comparable to the human world.

Small, it is as big as a city.

Later, Lord Wu An once recorded his battles in the Great Wilderness in his newly written Art of War. There was a sentence in which he wrote, "The world is like a battle, and when I come here, I know how big the world is."

At this moment, Bai Qi suddenly said:

"Among the 500,000 coalition forces in the Great Wilderness, there is no human race country, and according to what you told me before, the Great Wilderness's class is decided by the strength of cultivation. Does this also mean that the overall strength of the human race is exactly the same? The weakest, the most oppressed, the one at the bottom of the Great Wilderness?"

He suddenly opened his mouth and pointed directly at the question that Shi Yi had been thinking about for a while.

The two have different routes, but their thinking styles are extremely similar.

Both can see the final point, but one hopes to reconcile many contradictions, Shiyi's peace is not weakness without bloodshed, but only killing those who deserve to be killed, striving for the strength that can be won, and will never accept the appearance of white Qi. Endless slaughter, meaningless slaughter.

The other is to carry out the killing to stop the Ge, and the killing of hundreds of years is the end of the killing **** of his own generation.

It is also the head of the ten philosophers who have ended the longest history of fighting in China.

Bai Qi said:

"It's just an extension of the Mohist school. The organs and bows and crossbows in the Qin state are mostly written by the Mohist, and I naturally know this. Even the countries in this great wilderness believe that they will inevitably win, and it is a war to divide interests, and there is no human nation. , It seems that my human race is the most oppressed on this earth."

"The oppressed should be saved, not to mention that in any case, they and I are of the same blood. Emotionally, I certainly hope to save them."

Shi Yi said slowly, "What do you mean?"

"Just as you guessed."

Wu Anjun held the sword and said: "Shenzhou is my homeland, I am trying my best to integrate myself into this era, but I found that my hometown is Daqin, and my hometown is Daqin. My homeland can no longer be returned, but my hometown can be found again. arrive."

Shi Yi looked at Bai Qi: "Da Qin? This country has disappeared."

"No, as long as I am alive, as long as His Majesty the First Emperor is still there, then Da Qin will never die..." Wu Anjun suddenly laughed, recalling what the First Emperor gave before he really fell asleep when he left the Emperor's Mausoleum. A secret order that Wei Yuan had never heard of.

The first emperor of Da Qin sat down with his eyes down, and mentioned to him what he had seen before going to Kunlun.

"If there is a chance, go outside of Shenzhou and raise the banner of Daqin again, Lord Wu'an."

Wu Anjun asked slowly: "Aren't you going to tell Shao Shang Zao about this?"

"A Yuan? No..."

The first emperor held the sword in his right hand, looking tired, but suddenly smiled:

"He is sometimes very smart, and sometimes very naive. I told them before that I would give up the hegemony, and they believed it, yes, I will choose to let go of China and let the people of this era accomplish this. duty of the times."

"That's the credit they deserve."

"They deserve it, the future in their hands."

"However, I have also seen the world outside of China."

"Why does A Yuan feel that, seeing such a vast world and land, I would hibernate in that old street with peace of mind. It is true that the sword must be sheathed, and the old street is a comfortable place for me, but I Qin Jian has no sheath, and in the invisible, occupying gold and fire, is destined to conquer the Three Realms."

Wu Anjun was silent: "Really, don't you need to inform Yu Shao Shangzao?"

"No need..."

The first emperor gradually fell into a deep sleep, supporting his chin with one hand. For some reason, he seemed to see some figures like a bull-driving boy, and immediately dispersed, and said plainly:

"A first emperor who gave up the struggle for hegemony is no longer me."

"Nevertheless..."

"But maintain the image of the king in the hearts of his subjects."

"It is also the grace I should have."

Bai Qi: "?!"

"Heh, it's just a joke... Jun Wu An, please step back."

The First Emperor fell asleep peacefully.

The wind of the Great Wilderness pounced on his face with a strong spiritual energy, stinging and stinging, like the sand outside Hangu Pass, Bai Qi lifted Qin Jian, pointed forward, and said: "Since the outside is full of princes who are thieves, then , I shall also re-establish my kingdom of Daqin from the ruins."

"By the imperial order of His Majesty the First Emperor."

"The Great Wall of Daqin will one day spread across the three realms and shelter ten directions."

Shi Yi's pupils contracted. Look at Bai Qi.

Bai Qi also looked at him and said, "But this does not mean that I will choose the past national structure, and saving the oppressor is your hope."

"So, how can we save these people in the true sense? Saving one or two, in a certain view, is just a little thing done by the so-called good people for a sense of inner fulfillment, and it is not worth mentioning in this troubled world. ."

The head of the Ten Philosophers in China, second only to Jiang Taigong in status, but not necessarily inferior to Wu Anjun.

The eyes are deep like the abyss of slaughter, but they spit out the words of the Zongheng family:

"If you really intend to save the world, you should start with the pursuit of a country and the sword against the world, how about that?"

"Shi Yi, since he is a god, can he have the confidence to seize a vicious country and become a great cause, he can have the vision and courage, let go of one or two plans to take it slow, and instead come to save a country, and even the living beings of the wild countries. ? A single spark can start a prairie fire, that's when one's own side is weak."

"Since there is a better choice, why not burn this absurd world of oppression with flames?"

"Go straight to an era."

"Completely end this era called the Great Wilderness Kingdoms?!"

The line that Shi Yi had never crossed in his heart was broken by the secluded eyes in the eyes of the famous general in front of him.

That is in a sense, the military family is number one through the ages.

"You can enforce your laws and ideas in this country."

Wu An Jun said: "Only one point."

"this country."

He said, "It's Qin."

This will be a man of the past abandoned by the times, chasing the path of his hometown.

…………

Marquis Zhuge Wu has everything, but only one thing...

Not good at watching people.

And they are also heroes and heroes who have been tempered in the years of Shenzhou.

Not a chess piece.

Bai Qi thought like this, but suddenly recalled that when Zhuge Wuhou was leaving, he told them that there was no real strategy. The only requirement was to forcefully contain the troops and horses of the Great Wilderness in the rear. Constrained.

He recalled the juvenile mastermind who shook his feather fan slightly, covering his handsome face, but with clear eyes.

"...Have you seen it?"

Only those who have the ambition to handle the world and hide the opportunities of the universe can truly destroy the Great Wilderness and create opportunities for China.

Bai Qi, the head of the ten philosophers, and Zhuge Wuhou, the last seat of the ten philosophers.

Representing the two chiefs of the annihilation and the right conspiracy of the Chinese military strategists.

Across this wilderness and the human world, an interaction of exchange and strategy has been completed.

He took out his kit, disobeying Marquis Wu's request to open the kit after fifteen days. After opening it, the first line of words was slightly startled:

"Jun Wu An, look at the kit in advance, but you have breached the contract."

The second line of characters is sharp and sharp, tempered like fire and gold—

"The world is huge."

"Only you can take it yourself."

Bai Qi smashed the bag in his hand, and let the white paper fall like broken snow, driving the Lei Rhinoceros, while Shi Yi next to him spoke slowly and said a human kingdom that oppressed the people the most, Wu Anjun smiled. Nodding, although alone.

but…

"Drum, march."

No longer belonged to this era, the lonely shadow left by the people of the past raised his arm, but there was no comrade behind him, and there was no black black bird flag of Daqin, and Wu Anjun's face showed something no one had seen. With a bright smile, his arms dropped, he said softly:

"Daqin..."

No one responded.

Respond in your heart.

"Wan Sheng."

And so the legend begins.

…………

Click.

Wei Yuan sat on the old man's back, gritted his teeth, endured the pain of his injuries, and yanked and closed, accompanied by the white-haired old man's bared teeth, a series of crackling sounds like firecrackers, and again. Bone setting is complete.

The old man who pretended to be dead trembled.

But for some embarrassing reason, he gritted his teeth and said nothing.

Dignified top ten, and then recognized after being bumped again, do you want a face?

Don't want your face?

Wei Yuan jumped off the old man.

After taking the pulse, he frowned: "It's strange...how can this pulse be like dancing in a square, it's high and low for a while, it's outrageous..."

Chang Xi sneered without saying a word. She saw that this human race man was more and more displeased.

Wei Yuan took it out, and directly used the Taoist technique of turning stone into gold, and made a few large needles.

"Try acupuncture..."

Buzhou Shanshen, who was lying down and pretending to be dead and eating melons, breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally don't break the waist pole.

Whoops feed me... eh? !

The old man's face was sluggish, and the top ten gods in the world were swept away.

He saw the sharp silver needles in Wei Yuan's hands.

Ok? !

What's this?

Needle, shouldn't it?

Hmm, haha, definitely not, how is that possible?

How could I possibly use this thing to tie my waist?

Hahaha, UU reading www.uukanshu.com shouldn’t, shouldn’t…

What's wrong with this old man?

With a move of Wei Yuan's wrist, the silver needle was directly inserted three inches from an acupoint on the waist rod.

Buzhou Mountain God: "..."

Eat melon, eat a hairy melon.

Whoosh...!

Wei Yuan flexed his finger and flicked the needle with acupuncture and moxibustion. The silver needle trembled, and the energy spread into it. Then, the index finger and the thumb held the tail of the silver needle, and slowly moved the needle to adjust the Qi, which is not known in the Taomen acupuncture method. Secretly, the communication between the patient's qi and blood, of course, corresponds to the first experience of this acupuncture and moxibustion method. The old man Buzhoushan is naturally sour and refreshing. Who knows that feeling.

The old mountain master's face was twisted and sour, and he couldn't hold it back. When he turned his head, he saw a pair of black pupils.

Wei Yuan squatted beside him, his eyes crossed:

"are you awake?"

"Old man."

ps: Today's first update...