Museum of Demons

Vol 2 Chapter 701: Wei Yuan has never been surprising

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Almost at the moment when Uncle Buzhoushan's voice sounded, Wei Yuan slapped his right hand and pulled out the Chang'an sword directly from under the chopping board of the snack cart. Even though he had already experienced the fuse of the big day concept, the Chang'an sword had turned into a half sword. The handle, but the edge is tempered.

Smoothly cross the frame, directly blocking this majestic force.

A series of majestic auras converged and interlaced, the wounds remaining on Wei Yuan's shoulders burst, blood splattered, and the blood that flew out strangely stopped in the air.

The power of time.

Twelve Yuanchen?

Wei Yuan's thoughts turned sharply in his heart, and he shouted loudly. The Chang'an sword in his palm screamed, and the sword energy rose into the sky. The swordsmanship that reached God's Domain instantly exchanged wounds for wounds, forcing the three Yuanchen spirits who attacked him at the same time to retreat. , blood spilled.

In the past, he needed Yuan Chen's full attention to fight against Geng Chen in order to kill them with a single sword.

At this moment, he himself is already a strong enemy who needs Yuan Chenshen to join forces to fight, and he still can't take advantage of it under the dark calculations. .

Wei Yuan breathes and breathes back his breath. At this moment, his body is based on the pre-Qin Qi refining technique, and the mana that accommodates the characteristics of Buddhism, Taoism and Confucianism flows quickly, and his blood is vigorous, but it is the breathing technique of the Three Kingdoms year, and it is formed by integrating the Daqin Black Ice Platform. In an instant, attacking attack, six Yuan Chen joined forces, but none of them could get close.

But now, he heard the voice transmission of Uncle Bu Zhoushan:

"Run, fox cub!"

"What are you doing here?!"

Wei Yuan's thoughts were calm.

Come, is there only twelve Yuan Chen?

No, he fought in the Northwest Heavenly Territory, and the killing was so heavy that he had not experienced it in the Great Wilderness for thousands of years.

Unless there is a problem with the brain, we all know that with the help of six Yuan Chen, at most, they can form a formation in front of themselves to protect themselves, and it is impossible to beat themselves.

So, now looking for here, will it be a fool?

In the boundless and vast wilderness, in a short period of time, he accurately found his position from the suspicious array laid by Wei Yuan, and even laid traps in advance. How could someone with such insight and judgment be an idiot?

Wei Yuan suddenly felt a chill in his heart.

Without hesitation, he swayed and pushed Chang Xi away, and the Chang'an sword was cut straight out.

The pinnacle of the world, the limit of technology——

Hometown!

Above the Chang'an Sword Remnant Sword, there appeared the true and true Ling Lie Sword Intent.

There was a feeling that the real thing was cut, and golden blood was spilled.

Kunlun Sword Intent: Lock the space ahead at the same time, directly fold the space conceptually, and then slash through it with a single sword, so everything is hit and everything is broken.

But almost at the same time, Wei Yuan groaned.

He took a few steps back and covered his abdomen with his left hand. The blue coarse clothes on his body were quickly soaked with blood. A pair of black pupils locked the enemy in front of him. It was a handsome and quiet young man with eyes closed and black hair like ink. , The temples are two pale, there is an extremely fragile feeling.

There are shocking sword marks on his body, but they recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.

authority of time.

An immortal body similar to Shiyi.

"Capturing the fragments of time ahead with a sword, time is the possibility of the future. In countless time points, look for the one possibility that must be hit, and then turn it into reality. This is my swordsmanship and your moves. There seem to be similarities."

The young man whispered.

Then calmly said: "Next"

"Chongming."

Wei Yuan said slowly, "One of the top ten peaks in the world, the eldest son of Empress Houtu."

"The real Lord of the Twelve Yuanchen."

Wei Yuan held the sword in his right hand. The background of the Great Wilderness is strong. Those who were famous in ancient times, the gods who once stood before Emperor Xuanyuan, still have blood descendants. This is an obvious thing—

After noticing the appearance of Wei Yuan, Dahuang naturally chose to invite a stronger existence.

Choking.

This is the Lord of the Years whose strength can directly fight with King Yu.

When it comes to defense, Shi Yi is the strongest, but when it comes to time, no one can stand out in front of him.

Later, I was born with choking, and I was in the west pole. I traveled by the sun, moon, and stars—the Classic of Mountains and Seas

It is the real spirit inspired by the Queen Mother of Houtu, the first birthplace of the Queen Mother Nuwa, in a place like the Great Wilderness, in charge of the order of the sun, moon and stars, as long as you have a little connection with the mythological concept of Di Jun, the identity and status of the youth in front of you are almost the same. It was on Wei Yuan's face.

The deputy monarch of the Great Wilderness, the son of the Ten Ten Great Emperors, the right arm of the Heavenly Emperor.

Di Jun is in charge of the sun, moon and stars, and Chu Ming is the one who helps him maintain order.

Really, look after yourself

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth.

He was a little pawn, and even the deputy emperor of the heavens came directly from the extreme west.

Will you come directly to Di Jun next time?

The wounds penetrated by the years could not be healed. Wei Yuan directly turned the wound into charred black with flaming thunder and forcibly stopped the bleeding. His face was twisted because of the stinging pain, but the injury was temporarily stopped. He held the sword in his right hand, and the sword was violent.

Ching Ming said: "So I set up a suspicious formation, separated my heavenly secrets, handed them over to different beasts and brought them to all directions in the great wasteland, and then created the illusion that I had left, but my body stayed in the most dangerous place. In the area, the joy of Anran’s market is a very smart choice.”

"But time leaves all traces."

Twelve Yuanchen, who was around him, noticed in amazement that, facing the momentum of choking, that mortal was also in the same level, not power, but will and momentum, not inferior to the gods who had gone through the years.

The young man with an amazing fragile feeling was surprised, and then said:

"You are not my opponent."

"Unless your sword is two stages further, it can leave traces on time forever."

His lips opened and closed, and he was about to open his mouth. Looking at the change in the shape of his lips, it seemed that he was about to say the words Kunlun Mountain God. Suddenly, a white-haired old man who was **** by Yuan Chen, somehow broke free. the ropes of the years.

Then, he slapped the unsuspecting Yuan Chen directly.

"I"

Niutou Yuanchen, who was staring at Wei Yuan with a full face of alertness, didn't say a classic scolding of the great wasteland, and he was directly flew out of the ground. The old man stepped on the ground with his right foot in hemp shoes, and then biu, catapulted to start, and flew out directly.

When he opened his arms, he directly hugged the handsome young man. No one noticed that the old man's speed at this moment was not even able to react to the man who mastered the power of the years. He was already trapped, and then shouted. road:

"Fox cub, hurry up, hurry up!"

"Take this opportunity, you hurry up, hurry up!"

The old man shouted sadly.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, turned over and grabbed Chang Xi's wrist, took the imperial concubine directly, turned over and left, those Yuan Chen were worried about the safety of the lord, and hesitating subconsciously, they couldn't catch up, so they had to look back. Choking.

It is naturally even more impossible for the gods outside to catch up with that human race.

The young man still had his eyes closed, his white hair on his temples was slightly raised, his tone was calm, and he said softly:

"What are you joking about?"

"Hey, did the little guy recognize the old man?"

Buzhou Shanshen laughed.

Ching Ming closed his eyes, nodded softly and said, "In those days, the niece once took me to travel around Liuxu, and when I was young, I also received advice from the old gentleman, but I didn't expect that, as the pillar of heaven and earth, you, who are in a neutral position, would actually be able to Participate in the battle between the Great Wilderness and the human world?"

"It's not about participating in a fight."

Buzhou Shanshen scratched his head, explained two rough grievances, and said freely: "Although I was bumped by that kid, he also took good care of me. He ate a lot of food these days, so in the end Stopping you for a moment is considered a kindness, and it does not damage neutrality."

This melon is about to explode in the forehead.

Buzhou Shanshen's abacus is crackling in his heart. The strongest Chuming in the previous era has appeared. I am afraid that if I don't eat melons again, I will eat myself. Taking this opportunity, I have broken the cause and effect, and I will leave when I am full. If you get the melon, but also keep yourself safe, it is the best choice.

The young man with his eyes closed was helpless, and he felt that this Buzhou Mountain God would not let go, he was just playing a rogue, and sighed:

"So that's the case, then in the name of the old gentleman, Chuming will let him go."

The sound has not yet fallen.

The violent sound of Jianming was almost like a collapse of the sky.

When these two whispered and talked, they avoided the surrounding Yuan Chen, but they just forgot one thing, maybe it was a little self-confidence in the heart of the gods. .

The twelve Yuanchen people turned their heads suddenly, Buzhou Mountain God was stunned, the courtyard in front was smashed by sword energy, and the wound was forcibly tied to death by hemp rope. After temporarily housing Chang Xi, he forcibly killed him.

A sword's revenge may not be avenged.

However, the grace of a meal will be repaid.

Several gods in front of them retreated and coughed up blood, and the swordsman in sackcloth stepped forward.

The torrential rain fell and spread along the sword's edge, and the sleeve robe shook the rain curtain like fog.

It is a very tense picture~www.NovelMTL.com~ The emperor of Daqin once whispered: 'A Yuan is sometimes very clever, but sometimes he is too naive'

Jian Feng approached directly.

The museum owner had blood flowing from the corners of his mouth, smiled brightly, and said loudly:

"Old man, I'm here to save you, let's go together!"

"I won't leave you behind!"

Buzhou Mountain God's face was dull: "I"

"Boiled!"

The warriors and heroes of the human race.