Museum of Demons

"Yuehua Yulu, remove the catastrophe, long life and long life, a good thing."

"Oh, this is the best of the best"

"The moonlight of Geng Shenye, among which the most pure and the most pure, is the emperor Liumao."

"Its shape is like countless olives, thousands of golden threads, and it hangs down into the world. The plants and trees can become demons when they receive their essence. Tsk tsk tsk, good things, good things!"

In the Great Wilderness, the place where thunder and fire meet that thousands of worlds can hardly see, the white-haired Buzhou Mountain God sighed with emotion, and then unceremoniously, he squeezed Wei Yuan's chin with one hand, and backhanded these Yuehua Taiyin The treasures of the same vein are directly stuffed into Weiyuan's mouth.

A backhand palm directly hit Wei Yuan's chin with a click.

Wei Yuan's vitality was directly and forcibly controlled by him. He raised his head and instinctively swallowed all these things. The old man sat cross-legged on the ground, surrounded by utensils made of Yuhua, under the light of thunder and fire. Quite eye-catching.

The Three Realms and the Eight Desolations are from Yin to Pure.

At this moment, Wei Yuandu, who was just a foot away from death, changed his body. .

The skin has become more delicate, and even the hair has turned into a pure white snow. The palms are white, almost like ice and snow, Buzhou Shanshen wiped his beard and couldn't help sighing: "Bai, really white, dead eighteen. The sky is not so white, you, the purest thing of the yin, is really strong."

Chang Xi glared at him.

Buzhou Shanshen, who is not very good at speaking but likes to eat melons, laughed dryly, patted his **** and stood up, Chang Xi said, "Didn't you just say that these medicinal pills are useless to him?"

"Just now, now is now."

Cheap does not take white.

Buzhou Shanshen sneered in his heart and said, "Now, it's still somewhat useful."

Chang Xi was puzzled, and turned to look at Wei Yuan, who was surrounded by the pure and pure energy of Taiyin, and said:

"Are you going to teach him your mythical concepts?"

"Huh? Mythical concept, when did the old man say such a thing?"

Buzhou Mountain God's face was blank, and said: "Besides, this thing can't be spread, unless this kid can surpass this old man in the same field, otherwise, hehe, he will practice for another five thousand years and ten thousand years. It's no use either."

"This thing, if you practice other people's practice, it doesn't mean that he has grown by himself."

"Then you just said..." Chang Xi hesitated.

Buzhoushan Shendao said: "I'm talking about Dharma, Dharma, this kid has a lot of appetite for me, what he did before, the old man is also a commitment, plus, this kid doesn't know how much he has learned, and his body is full of energy. It’s very complicated, and in the early stage, it’s okay for different methods to complement each other.”

"In the later stage, it's like a strong general but no commander in command. No one obeys anyone, and as a result, there is trouble in his own nest."

"If you don't solve this problem, this kid will practice another eight hundred years."

"The strength is about the same as it is now, and there can be no more entry."

"As a mortal without any blood, step by step to this point, and merged with the body of a mountain god, the old man does not know how much suffering this kid has suffered, and how many times has he been reckless like just now?"

Buzhou Mountain God sighed, and then added: "But it is such willpower."

"There is such a chance of life."

He leaned down and lifted the boy up just like Wei Yuan had just mentioned him in the courtyard of the city. He walked step by step to the place where the thunder and fire were still constantly roaring and colliding, Chang Xi said puzzled: "what are you up to?"

"What to do? Throw this kid down."

Buzhoushan Shendao: "There are dark wounds all over the body, the old man's exercises, he can practice, plus there is no second place of thunder and fire in this world, and there is a belly of pure yin, perhaps, this kid still has The possibility of surviving..." Shanshen Buzhou looked at Wei Yuan, who was covered in dark wounds, and said:

"As for the kung fu of this body, there are various schools and sects."

He paused in his voice and said, "Abolish them all!"

"Abolish?!" Chang Xi was sluggish, and then annoyed: "You are crazy!"

"Of course not, no breaking, no standing."

Buzhou Mountain God carried Wei Yuan: "Whether it is dead or alive, look at this trick."

"If you survive, everything will be fine. If you don't survive, you don't even need to bury the body."

"It burned on the spot."

"If I can't make it through, old man, I will try my best to take revenge for breaking my oath. What, a human race dispute? Fart, open your eyes to see clearly, this is clearly a good seedling that came out of my mountain god's lineage for thousands of years. , the offspring, let Huo Huo become like this, I take it for granted!"

"If it can be..."

Wei Yuan's vitality was locked in his body at this moment, and he faintly suspended his death, but while he was suspended from his suspended animation, he actually started muttering to himself. The doctrine is grand and upright, but somehow it is a few words that Xuanzang said casually on the westbound road.

It seems that the lonely travel for thousands of years is stubborn, and he has to hold on to his inheritance before he is completely lost. Just like an old friend in the past, the old man slapped his forehead directly, and his divine power shook, causing Wei Yuan's death. Instinct was stagnant, and the mouth burst:

"When is it all, you still waste your energy, can't you find death?"

"Go to its various factions."

"Since there are three schools, then the three religions should be unified and controlled by God."

"Remember, if you lift the sky and lean on the earth, then the heaven and the earth can come into my eyes."

"Carrying on the mountains and surpassing the sea, travel around the six virtual worlds!"

"Go down, fox cub!"

The old man shook his wrist, stepped forward with his right foot, and threw Wei Yuan out.

The old man is definitely not trying to take revenge for the way this kid just mentioned the old man's posture like Tigua.

Yes, absolutely not.

The pure qi of Taiyin in Wei Yuan's body was directly stimulated by this palm, the moonlight flowed, and then was thrown into the place where the thunder and fire reached the yang by the Buzhou Mountain God, and it was the core of the most yang and masculine place in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands. At the place, it slammed down, and the tide of spiritual energy rose into the sky, but was forcibly restrained by Buzhou Mountain God.

The thrilling tidal wave of spiritual energy erupted, excited by the energy of the yin, and gathered crazily, and then yin and yang intertwined with each other. In the process, Wei Yuan's body was constantly re-polished and refined, and the dark wounds in the body, as well as the exercises passed down by the three sects. , all ground up.

The aura that burst out is enough to be called a first-class player of the younger generation of the Age of Gods.

It also represents the complete dissipation of this heritage.

The old man stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking this wonderful place of heaven and earth.

There was no joke or laughter in his eyes, and he stared at the thundering thunder, ready to take action at any time - was he just barely surviving, or did he break through the past and walk a farther path?

The old man whispered: "To live in death, to cut off the future."

"Thunder fire quenches the golden body, and the fire is planted with heavenly lotus."

"Whether you can go out of your own way, it's up to you. With human will, you can get to that point... Little guy, you have to show me for yourself."

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"Coke, Coke!"

"Vodka!"

In the museum, it is steaming hot, and in the mandarin duck pot, the white and red soup is tumbling. This is the eternal nightmare of the seventy-two demon gods in hell. But now, in the hot pot where the museum gathers every week, the water ghost and the painter are arguing what to drink.

The water ghost carried 2.5 liters of black happy water and said angrily, "Here!"

"What a heretic you are!"

The delicate painter girl patted the table and shouted, "Bullshit!"

"Vodka is YYDS!"

Although he is thin and small, his passion for defending his love is unquestionable.

Now a girl painter who is only 1.6 meters tall, her aura is 2.8 meters tall!

The atmosphere between the two is almost on fire, and neither will let anyone else.

The short-haired vitality girl next to Qin Yuan said weakly, saying:

"Actually, mead is good too..."

The standing up water ghost and the painter turned their heads and glared at the vitality girl capitalist at the same time:

"Shut up!"

Qin Yuan shrank his head, cute, weak, helpless, good rua, but a capitalist.

"Oh oh…"

There were two big bags of tears in my heart, biting the straw fiercely.

Wait, you wait for me!

In the future, I must make mead bigger and stronger, and create greater glories!

Sticking my mead directly on the city city central billboard!

At that time, you will all give me mead!

Say, thank you Qin Yuan!

Not knowing the abacus in the mind of a soft-looking capitalist Miaozi, the water ghost and the painter were still arguing angrily, the water ghost was furious: "Nonsense, go to the street and ask, who eats hot pot and drinks it. Not Happy Water, but Vodka?!"

Not to be outdone, the painter glared at him and exclaimed, "Maozi!"

"Ah this..."

Even the water ghost was refuted for a while, so he was stunned, and then continued to be furious: "But."

"Our family is not a furry!"

And when the two guys were arguing with each other, the rest of the people had already dropped their chopsticks like flying, quickly picked up the meat and put it in their mouths, even the two little paper figurines were holding a tree leaf and sucking wildly. Just like a cat who **** catnip, he walks crookedly.

When Wei Yuan was out, the world was still peaceful, and there were still voices coming from the old street. In the distance, in the more prosperous urban area, the lights were neon, bustling, fireworks and gas, it was the world.

And when everyone started to compete to eat hot pot.

The young Wuhou, who was content to eat brown sugar glutinous rice cakes, took a sip of refreshing lemonade, but suddenly he was slightly startled, and subconsciously turned his head to look. Pain that cannot be expressed in words emerges.

On the wrist, a flower leaf grows.

The immortal flower, rooted with time, leaves in sequence, and gives birth to its flower, of course it is not so simple to pick it off. The branches and leaves of the afterimage of the immortal flower slowly crumbled and disappeared.

Tian Nujue opened her mouth.

Qin Yuan was stunned for a while, then said, "Jue, are you crying?"

For the first time since I met Tiannv, a teardrop fell from her left eye.

Jue subconsciously glanced at the corners of her eyes and looked at the friends who cared about her: "I, I don't know what's wrong, it's nothing..." A scene of Wei Yuan's suicide, which he had seen in Hetu Luoshu, flashed before his eyes. , the voice paused.

No one will care about this fleeting thought, but it is very strange, the goddess who is not good at heaven's secrets, at this moment, almost instantly grasped this momentary spiritual thought on a whim, her face was slightly condensed, she raised her head suddenly, and said: " Yuan, something happened to UU reading www.uukanshu.com!"

? ? !

The joking crowd stopped.

The museum suddenly became silent and dead.

The young mastermind took a deep look at the goddess, put down his chopsticks, got up and said, "Liang has eaten."

Backhand clasped Bai Ze's shoulders, bowed his head and smiled, his voice soft:

"Mr. Bai Ze, you have eaten too, right?"

White Pond:"……"

Working overtime again? !

Can I say no?

And just when the assertion from the goddess brought the air pressure of the entire museum to a very low level, everyone's hearts were surging. They didn't know where Wei Yuan was, what Wei Yuan had experienced, or what Wei Yuan was facing. What, in a depressing and deadly atmosphere, footsteps suddenly approached.

It's too coincidental at this time, and I don't know why there is a strange sense of oppression.

"I'll open the door."

Chang Cheng went to open the door, then glanced outside, his face changed greatly, he suddenly exclaimed, and then stepped back, sitting on the ground, his face turned pale, and everyone looked back subconsciously.

In the snowy world, the black old street spreads far away, and the sky is full of snow, only a figure can be seen walking alone,

The hem of the sleeve robe vibrated, it was cold and cold, the eyes were golden, and the white hair was like frost.

"Wuzhiqi..."

The Eight Desolations of the Age of Gods, the Water Monarch brings disaster to the world.

In the dead silence, the young man stepped into the door, covered in snow and wind, shaking his sleeves and shaking his body, his golden eyes swept across:

"Something happened to that idiot..."

"That's what I'm here for."

PS: Today's second update... 3,600 words

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