Museum of Demons

In the wild wilderness, where the natural thunder and the fire of the leylines meet.

The thunder and flames intertwined, and a huge sound like the roar of the gods of the heavens and the earth burst out. The pure aura gathered and turned into a tide of aura that was impossible to see in any other world, and was vast enough to be seen with the naked eye.

The assassin who shot looked at the person who was blocking him in front of him, and his thoughts froze for a while.

Is this crazy? !

Or the dead man?

The brain's thoughts were stagnant, but the movements did not stop at all, instantly piercing the arm of the person in front of him and then piercing the heart.

With a bang, thunder and fire fell heavily.

Wei Yuan's body trembled, and the blood from the corner of his mouth couldn't stop flowing.

The ruthless level of that sword, the arms that pierced through the body of the God of Kunlun were intertwined, and it still directly penetrated his heart. Obviously, it is not an ordinary thing, and it is obviously almost a mortal wound. Refocus. .

Interlaced hands, violently.

Divine power erupts.

That dark and strange sword is broken, if it is pulled out, the injury to the heart will further deteriorate, and the time it can move will inevitably decrease, so even if it is nailed through the wrist bone, Wei Yuan still forcibly broke the handle. sword.

meet by road...

The pupil of the assassin on the opposite side narrowed.

When instinctively took a half step back, Wei Yuan suddenly took a step forward.

The eyes are as black as the abyss.

The heroic and tragic energy rushed towards the face, the five fingers of the right hand were slightly spread, and they suddenly protruded, grabbed the face of the assassin, and pressed down suddenly. The assassin's face was severely pressed into the pool of thunder and fire.

The radiance of the most yang to the just broke out, directly burning and destroying the entire face.

Even assassins who have undergone special training are still burned to the point of pain in this unique place where thunder and fire reach the sun.

Wei Yuan raised his left hand, and the Chang'an sword slammed into the ground with a long cry, directly nailing the person to death.

just attacking...

Wei Yuan's black pupils narrowed slightly, realizing the method of the other party's cultivation.

Abandoning longevity, giving up defense, and focusing on instant kills that explode in an instant, and after a missed hit, its threat level and combat effectiveness will be greatly reduced, but the world can avoid such a first-time attack, absolutely not much.

It took a long time to cultivate the combat power close to God, but only to use up everything and issue a sword.

What kind of lunatic is this?

Wei Yuan lowered his head and subconsciously reached out to touch the immortal flower.

It's just that the five fingers passed through the virtual image, and that lifelike flower, when Wei Yuan touched it, collapsed here. This undead thing that grows in the garden of the sky, the real highest personality, just dissipates into the invisible, and never again. exist in heaven and earth.

From now on, there will be no afterlife.

Wei Yuan clasped his fingers together.

In the blood, the undead flower finally left him completely, and he was lost.

Jue…

I will never see you again?

Pushed into the mud pit by Wei Yuan, Chang Xi, who avoided the sword, quickly approached and saw the sword that pierced his heart. .

Chang Xi took out a jade bottle and poured something like moonlight into Wei Yuan's wound.

But it couldn't heal, couldn't stay, the moon flower jade dew only briefly made up for the wound, and then it really dissipated like the moon in the mirror. Chang Xi was stunned. Her arm, said: "Don't waste your time."

He gritted his teeth, and Hei Tong looked at the dangerous place in front of him.

"poisonous…"

"poison?"

After careful identification, Chang Xi finally found the spreading gray, and his expression became a little stagnant: "This is... Returning to the Ruins..."

"Silence is omnipotent."

"If it weren't for the immortal flower, I'm afraid I'd die right now." Wei Yuan raised his head, suddenly swung his right hand, and the immortal-binding rope of the Daomen flew out, one after the other, tying Chang Xi and the old man with a tangled face. Get up, and then fling, the two of them are directly flung out and landed on one side.

This is the place where the sky and the earth are the strongest, the cliff where the thunder and flames condense, and even the pull of gravity, which is extremely heavy. Wei Yuan directly threw the other end of the bundle of immortal ropes. The two were thrown to death.

But when it was halfway down, he suddenly clenched his palm.

Chang Xi was startled, and then saw the flames erupting from thunder fire next to him.

Buzhou Mountain God, who once had the Heavenly Dao oath that he would never participate in the affairs of the Three Realms, was stunned, but his expression changed drastically. In his perception, there were several terrifying Qi machines that seemed to be unable to be suppressed any longer, and burst out suddenly, strangling Xiangxin. Zhongjian, Wei Yuan, whose breath is constantly dissipating.

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched, and he held a sword in his right hand, with black pupils like ice.

"I will save you."

When he said this, what flashed before his eyes was the prosperity of the world.

He lowered his head and said softly:

"So don't worry."

"do not be afraid."

Being dropped in the sky above the thunder and fire danger, even those elites who came out of the ruins had to kill Wei Yuan first. Therefore, just a single sword, it seemed like an insurmountable city, Wei Yuan wrapped his right hand around him. Wrapped, tightly holding onto the Immortal Binding Rope.

Because he was about to die, instead, the stubbornness and bravery in his bones broke out.

A very strange phenomenon, many heroes of China, only when they protect others, can they burst out with power beyond their limits.

Buzhou Shanshen's thoughts turned like electricity, but he gritted his teeth and shouted, "Boy, let go!"

"Let go! Run away, the old man will find you later!"

"I kid you not!"

"Your injury can still be cured, don't do stupid things!"

"I'll take Chang Xi to find you!"

"Fox cub, believe me this time, let go!"

The oath of the year?

What the **** is that shit, Fuxi, you old silver coin, tricked the old man into signing the agreement.

do not care!

Fuxi's covenant is Fuxi's covenant.

If the signing of the oath is not for breaking, then it will be meaningless!

Buzhou Mountain God directly planned to spare Kongzi to avoid the oath. Although he could not take the initiative to intervene, and he could not burst into power at this time, but if Wei Yuan threw him down, he could take action in the name of self-protection, and Fuxi could not pick it out. What happened, but the old man's anger was completely ignored by Wei Yuan.

The power is constantly passing, and Chang Xi cannot be allowed to die here, otherwise there will be a catastrophe in the world.

But if Chang Xi was in disaster, where would Di Jun be?

Wei Yuan's thoughts disappeared, he almost instinctively pulled out his sword and shouted furiously. The power of each sword was slashed wildly, and his right hand firmly held on to the Immortal Binding Rope, even if the other end of the Immortal Binding Rope was pulling as hard as he could to let him go. Buzhou Mountain, walking and fighting, blood dripping, but the momentum is not inferior.

The sword in the shoulder, the backhand shatters the weapon.

The sword in the palm of the hand pierced directly through the throat of the killer, and even the neck was torn in half.

Holding the backhand horizontally, he blocked the three incoming long swords at the same time.

Suddenly, a streamer burst out from the space gap.

Directly pierced through Wei Yuan's right knee, Wei Yuan groaned, his body swayed, and he almost knelt on the ground. As soon as the Immortal Binding Rope in his right hand was loosened, it slid down dangerously. Wei Yuan bit his tongue, blood flowed out, his pupils refocused, and his right hand clenched the Immortal Binding Rope tightly.

The other side seemed stunned.

Wei Yuan's Chang'an sword nailed his opponent to death with the sword-fighting method.

With his left hand, he directly pulled out the sword that pierced his knee. Under the severe pain, his face was twisted, he roared and screamed, fighting to the death and entering alone. This is the place where the mortal must die, but he wants the living to return. .

Those chasing soldiers were beheaded one by one by the broken sword, and the blood flowed down the immortal rope.

The red on top of the gold is unusually dazzling.

The last sword pierced through the leader of the Returning Ruins who was chasing after him. The masked face was directly smashed into a muddy state by Wei Yuan. On the dangerous ground, Uncle Buzhoushan and Chang Xitou flew up.

The two landed in a safe place and rushed over quickly.

Wei Yuan stood there, panting violently, his black pupil lost focus, and he held the sword in his left hand. The right hand that was holding the Immortal Binding Rope was already dripping with blood at this moment, and the weight pulled by the Immortal Binding Rope created a deep wound.

"Great, you're still alive..."

Chang Xi's voice was stagnant.

Those black pupils have lost all brilliance.

Then he fell down in front of her and Buzhou Mountain God.

King Yu fought fiercely for 30,000 li in the world, of which the last 10,000 li, God was dead and his anger was still alive, he fought endlessly, Xingtian Xuanyuan Jue died in Changyang Mountain, Xuanyuan beheaded him, using the milk as his eyes and his navel as his mouth, Dry Qi to dance.

Although the body is dead, the anger is particularly strong.

Chang Xi's lips trembled, and then the living things were taken out, the old uncle Bu Zhoushan hurriedly pulled the ropes away, and even crawled over to squeeze Wei Yuan's energy, Chang Xi glared at him: "You are obviously powerful. , why didn't you do it?!"

Bu Zhoushan lowered his head and said nothing, stretched out his hand to squeeze Wei Yuan's bones, his old face became more and more ugly, almost turning black, and finally his mouth trembled and said:

"The last wound of the Golden Crow Sun, the sword marks of the days of the Vice-Jun of the Heavenly Emperor."

"There are still souls who don't know who gave Gu, this is, where does the suffering of reincarnation come from?"

"Quiet Sword Intent of Guixu, broken hands, broken hearts, isn't this kid afraid of death?"

"The age of this soul is not too young, is it that every life is the most miserable in the world?"

He frustrated: "Put your things away, Chang Xi."

"Those things, even the annihilation and death poison of Guixu are difficult to fight. The silence of Guixu is the most poisonous thing in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands. Your things are useless. better..."

And Fuxi.

That bastard!

Buzhou Shanshen jumped with anger as long as he thought of the oath of heaven on his body, saying that it was the way of heaven, but it was actually compiled by Fuxi himself, Chang Xi gritted his teeth and said, "Is there no other way?! Are you not a top ten?"

"Ah this..."

Buzhou Shanshen stayed for a while.

Chang Xi sneered: "Even if I didn't recognize it at first, I can guess it later."

Old Uncle Bu Zhoushan smiled bitterly: "I'm not good at healing, besides, I'm just a consciousness now, my body is still in Kunlun, the big waste is only a small section that was knocked out, and even if it is the poison of the years, the Golden Crow Big sun or something like that is of no use to me."

"But, but this kid, this fox cub is a human race."

"The old man's method, he can't practice it, but it is estimated that he can live."

Buzhou Mountain God's face is full of frustration. As the ten strongest gods in the world, it is really uncomfortable for him to be unable to save a kid. The kid's secret injury makes him feel outrageous, how did he survive so hard to have this injury of? How hard it must be, UU reading www. Did no one help him at uukanshu.com?

He sighed, pinched Wei Yuan's bones, and then his face became dull.

Ok? !

Something's wrong...a little weird.

Pinch again?

So Buzhou Shanshen squeezed again, thought about it, squeezed again, and his eyes widened.

Wait, this doesn't seem to be human, this physical characteristic, is...

The old man finally came back to his senses and blurted out a sentence that he heard from Wei Yuan.

"Lying trough..."

"This, this is, the mountain god?!"

"Wait a moment?!"

The old man got up in a hurry, his eyes widened and his mouth trembled a little: "Can you do it?!"

"It works!"

"Hahahaha, he is not a human being, he is not a human being, he can do it, he can do it! Hahaha, I don't need to recite this cause and effect!"

Chang Xi looked puzzled as one of the top ten, who had sworn that he could not easily take action, suddenly burst out laughing, as if he had encountered the happiest thing, Buzhou Shanshen patted Wei Yuan at the moment, and said loudly: "This kid, fox cub, is not human!"

"Ah no, I mean, he doesn't seem to be just human!"

"It's saved!"

He was overjoyed and said, "The old man's method, he can practice it!"

"Your Famen?"

Chang Xi was puzzled, and then his thoughts were slightly stagnant, his pupils contracted, he lifted him little by little, and looked at the old man in front of him.

Buzhou Mountain God.

Mythical Concepts - Overpowering the sky.

Over the mountains and over the sea!

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