Museum of Demons

"Nine pieces of enlightenment..."

"Yes, there are nine enlightened songs, each of which is in charge of the gate of one day, representing the limit of heaven and earth."

Kai Ming raised the sword in his hand, and the realm of kendo that was not inferior to Wei Yuan burst out.

The fierce and domineering aura almost made the mountain **** Buzhou feel the danger. If we say that what Wei Yuan has is, step by step, walking alone, after stepping through thousands of mountains and rivers to see the sun, and after tempering thousands of times, it is straight to the point. The heart is the pureness of kendo.

Then this is the vastness and calmness of sitting and watching the rise and fall of the clouds, the birth and death of all things.

For the high and broadness of kendo.

The third of the Nine Enlightened Ones, Kendo.

In an instant, swordsmanship that also reached the conceptual level appeared, killing the Buzhou Mountain God. .

The old mountain god's arms were staggered, and the sword edge that smashed the gods and destroyed the souls and swept the ages fell.

The violent qi-machine confrontation was abruptly suppressed within three feet of both sides.

Bu Zhoushan's expression changed slightly. This stern sword edge has the characteristics of leaping over the body and directly slashing the vital points of the soul. Even in these ancient years, the realm of swordsmanship still needs to be transformed into space and red dust into the sword. The Wei Yuan, and the choking sound of the sword that transforms time and timing into the sword.

Enlightened nine.

In other words, this **** who can sit and see ten directions, and the other eight paths have all reached the level of mythological concept? What level of monster is this? Buzhou Shanshen's right fist is slowly thrown, it seems slow, but in fact it is extremely fast.

Layers of space were stirred, as if turned into fists and armor.

In the eyes of the young man in white, the fanaticism and domineering belonging to the swordsman appeared, and he never retreated.

Putting down the sword is a wise man who has laid down the plan for the ages, but when you lift the sword, it is the supreme swordsman who sits firmly in the world. With a backhand sword, it breaks its front, the temples are black, and the jet of air flies out from one side. The dangerous earth cracked, and a bottomless abyss spread directly toward the extreme distance.

The affected ground collapsed.

Buzhou Mountain God's eyes narrowed slightly, and a vast and heavy air emerged.

"Intelligent and talented."

He said: "But dabbling too much is definitely not a good thing."

If there is anyone who can evaluate the stunning and terrifying beauty in front of him, Quansheng is enlightened by at least nine mythological concepts, and only the old man in front of him is the only one who supports the sky and the ground, and the mountains and seas. Although his personality is playful. , but the strength is undeniable.

Among the top ten, even Fuxi, who faced him seven times that year, was seriously injured.

He also asked the old man to make an oath by fighting head-to-head and Fuxi's immortality.

The secrets of the sky are vast, mysterious and unpredictable, but all the rules can be broken by pure power, the day and the earth are also in the hands, all methods are just passing clouds, even if the moment is only Buzhou Neuzi Mountain, when it is decided to liberate the power At the same time, it also exudes terrifying power.

The oath not to take it lightly was directly ignored.

"Perhaps so."

The enlightened beast smiled freely and said: "If the old mountain **** also had the ability to dominate, he would not just watch the excitement from a distance, and he would be knocked out by the younger generation on the spot, right? Especially..."

He paused in his voice, and said with a playful smile, "I was hit twice."

"Oh, oh, it's amazing."

"I can see that I ate a few strings of candied haws while I was happy."

"Teeth are sour from laughing."

Buzhou Shanshen twitched the corners of his mouth and became furious.

Jianfeng, fists, unparalleled strength, and Gao Miao's swordsmanship to the peak of the sky, enlightened eyes are bright, relying on their own strength and personality, persecuting, making it difficult for Buzhou Mountain God to immediately go to the land of thunder and fire to fish out Wei Yuan Come, and the young man in white stands in front of this cliff, the sword pointed to the old man in front, and said:

"Whether this kid is alive or dead depends on his fate."

"I won't take any more shots, and your Excellency don't want to help."

"Exactly, there is another thing that I want to ask for advice."

Enlightened: "I've always wanted to know, is the highest mountain in the world, Buzhou Mountain, or is it my Kunlun?"

"Today, I asked for..."

Kendo, magnificent.

…………

Lightning is very deep.

This place is far hotter than the place where Wei Yuan was before. The violent tide of aura almost completely annihilates people and turns them into ashes. Even the soul and true spirit will be burned into the most basic particles, but the viscous spiritual energy The tide, on the contrary, seems to be quiet on the surface.

It was like a deep blue ocean, and Wei Yuan lost the strength to struggle and slowly sank.

The heat beyond the limit made it almost impossible for him to resist, the defense of his body was broken, and the pure energy of the yin in his body was rapidly consumed. It was burned up in an instant, and even the chance of reincarnation no longer had.

No, it can't be.

It's enlightened, I'm going up to help...

Wei Yuan struggled to stabilize his body, raised his head, stretched out his palm suddenly, pressed it against the wall, and flexed his five fingers to fix his body directly. The pain caused by this movement made his face pale. It twisted terribly, but it was still forcibly stabilized.

It's like stretching out your hand in hot water, when the body gradually adapts to the stimulation of this temperature.

If you swipe suddenly, you will feel a more intense stinging pain.

Wei Yuan gritted his teeth, controlled his body tightly, raised his head, and saw the high landscape with his pupils. Every step was like a thunderbolt falling from the heavenly spirit, and he was going to be split into coke.

It was as if flames rose from the soles of his feet, turning him into ashes.

The thunder and fire intersected in the heart, and then collided with the pure qi of Taiyin. It was as if someone stabbed a steel needle into the heart and stirred it. It was just a movement, as if he was carrying the thunder and fire on his shoulders. Wei Yuan opened his mouth and spurted blood. The blood was burnt to ashes before it was coughed up.

It was as if countless palms were pressing on his shoulders, pressing him down.

In this deep abyss, thunder rushes, flames run rampant, a figure that is almost burned, crawling up and down hard, every action represents a confrontation between the air of heaven and earth, every action It was as if the thunder and the earth were rushing through the heart.

It is an ant that walks alone between heaven and earth, and a mayfly that staggers to death and refuses to fall.

It is the stubbornness under the constant reincarnation of five thousand years.

Both eyes were gradually blurred due to severe pain.

Can't stop.

Don't leave the troubles outside to others.

can not…

Can't die here.

And what I have to do.

And the path that I have to complete, the responsibility I have to complete.

Raising his hand and holding a stone, Wei Yuan's consciousness has gradually been unable to support this pain that even the gods will be completely burned out, the five fingers gradually lost their strength, and a chuckle came from his ear: "So, this is support. following what you came down with?"

He raised his head with difficulty.

The young man in white stood with his hands behind his back, smiling and overlooking the man struggling like an ant.

Wei Yuan's black pupils gradually slackened.

There was a sudden pain in my heart again, and my pupils contracted suddenly. What appeared in front of me was the battlefield of soldiers and soldiers who were about to destroy the city with black clouds. It was an ink-colored banner. The heroic young man in ink-colored armor in front of him was the same as ever. The famous general Xiang Yu.

The overlord spear in his hand opened his own sword and pierced his heart.

Pulling out the tip of the gun, he fell on the battlefield, his eyes were empty.

The changes that I saw suddenly turned into a battlefield, countless flames burned, one by one familiar friends with yellow turbans fell on the battlefield, turned into scorched corpses, friends died, teachers died, elders died, and finally even like-minded friends died. The old friends, the disciples are all flying moths into the flames for a ridiculous dream.

When the disciple who watched the disciple at the end carried an impossible great cause, he died in battle as the last general of the great Han.

Taoist Wei Yuan closed his eyes and ended a life full of failures.

Holding a sword in a vertical and horizontal direction, he has to personally see his friend pass away, and watch his friend return to his hometown along the way.

In the end, he died of old age in the rivers and lakes, and he was unable to set foot on the mountain that sealed the goddess for the rest of his life.

So old that he even forgot his sword.

Finally one day, unwilling to die.

Counting the past over and over is just a failure again and again, and nothingness again and again.

Pictures kept coming to mind. The young man in white smiled and turned into an illusory shape. This place where thunder and fire reach the sun would have given birth to the most yin and evil things in the world. These evil spirits who were suppressed by thunder and fire at the bottom, He rushed out from this moment, hugged Wei Yuan's shoulder, and pulled Wei Yuan's arm.

yank him back to death.

This lonely soul struggled hard, the pain of the past, the severe pain of the body, the despair of the soul being calcined, but it would never give in, even if I was alone, it was impossible to stop here, he raised his palm, With a ferocious face, he slammed a fist out, shattering a demonic shadow.

Then struggled to move forward.

It's like I'm hypnotizing myself.

Even if it's just me.

even if...

Even if I am alone here, I will never surrender to you.

He stretched out his arm as hard as he could, and slammed it up.

There was a crackling sound, and the crystal wall in the hand shattered.

Wei Yuan, who was struggling to support it, seemed to be in disbelief. For a moment, remorse and hatred emerged in his heart. After pulling his fingers down, he finally fell powerless. He stretched out his hand. The real sky was getting farther and farther away from him. At this time, Instead, Wei Yuan calmed down and turned into a greater determination.

The Chang'an Sword in his palm turned into the last cold light, and he suddenly turned around and shot the Chang'an Sword towards the back.

Wei Yuan himself was smashed upwards by the force of the shock.

Abandoned the sword.

Facing the enemies who were born at the bottom of the sun, they fought over the past, with their eyes wide open, with the loneliness and determination of one person, with the madness and stubbornness of five thousand years of loneliness and unwilling to rest, every punch hit. When it falls, there is pure thunder running in the body.

Suddenly, stirred by his mad force against the impact, the vitality of the entire source of thunder and fire was strangled against it, Wei Yuan's pupils shrank, clenched his teeth, and planned to carry it down like every time in the past, it's okay, no. It's going to die, it's okay, just a little bit painful.

It's okay, I can get through it.

It's okay, so, no problem...

A palm suddenly pressed on his shoulder and tapped lightly.

"A Yuan, have you forgotten what I said..."

Wei Yuan murmured, "Master..."

It seems to be just an illusion, or it may be the impression left by the last crazy time before death. Countless thunder and flames came, and the tall old man whispered and smiled: "Heaven and earth are positioned, mountains and lakes are ventilated, thunder and wind are thin, water and fire do not shoot each other, gossip is similar. wrong…"

The surrounding thunder and fire no longer seemed unbearable.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand subconsciously, and the Confucian spirit flowed. There seemed to be a tall but gentle old man behind him. He stretched out his hand with his disciples, one old and one young, and the voices spoke at the same time:

"... Counting the going is smooth, knowing the coming is reverse, so it is easy to reverse the number."

"Confucianism, say hexagrams—"

"The inverse number is innate."

Thunderfire, stop.

'Yuan is my disciple, so Qiu will never change him according to my nature. ’

You should be the bamboo of Nanshan.

Thunder and fire change hexagrams, water and fire intersect, and heaven and earth are born.

Wei Yuan stretched out his right hand and pulled it violently, struggling to regain consciousness, but there was no old man behind him at all, but, for some reason, there seemed to be warmth from the old man's palm on his shoulders, he looked back, and then turned back again, Gritting his teeth, he set foot on the crystal wall made of thunder and fire.

Inside the body, the power of Confucianism gradually disintegrated.

One after another, the shadows of thunder and fire demons fell.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to resist and stretched out his arm, intending to take this move forcibly.

Golden rays of light emerged from the eyebrows, turned into a vast stream of Buddhism, and fell calmly.

'All appearances are false. ’

'Like a dream bubble, like dew, like electricity, you should look at it like this. ’

The gentle monk's voice sounded.

Wei Yuan was stunned, then grabbed a ray of spiritual light in his heart, and stretched out his hands, as if there was the unruly but dignified monk behind him stretching out his hands at the same time, the four hands interlaced, the fingers changed, the Buddha's enlightenment, the fearless Vajra Seal. .

Unity of mind and spirit to break the demons!

The monk stayed in the past, but his generous palms pressed against his shoulders and lifted him up again. When he turned his head, the illusory monk smiled brightly, just like before.

'The poor monk Xuanzang. ’

'Are you going west with me? ’

When Xuanzang passed away, the Buddhist qi machine under his eyebrows shattered.

Wei Yuan finally understood.

He turned his head.

The thunder in front of him turned into another kind of flame. The young Taoist walked in front of him with a nine-segmented staff. He paused, turned his head and looked at him with a smile. slowly disappear.

‘A Yuan, do you know? ’

'Food is sweet. ’

Everything that has been experienced, the final background, has turned into the final complete farewell to the old friend.

This is the last gift of those who most disbelieved in gods in those vast years.

So, go ahead and don't lose.

It wasn't until Wei Yuan raised his head and saw that the flames that seemed to be burning from the eyes of countless Li Min turned into a familiar rough profile, with a yellow turban tied around his shoulders, the middle-aged man turned his face sideways, as if looking at him:

"What are you waiting for? Little guy..."

"Uncle Niu..."

Life is short, however.

Not nothing.

Five thousand years of travel is by no means meaningless.

There is nothing between heaven and earth more magnificent and fiery than the place where thunder and fire meet.

he thinks.

Yes-

Removed the fire in the human heart.

…………

The swordsmanship is vertical and horizontal, but is stopped by the fist.

But Zhou Shanshen's strength and physique, even if it is just distraction, is enough to make him invincible, but invincible, it is difficult to worship the enemy, especially the existence of the unparalleled swordsmanship of the three realms on the opposite side. One of the great peaks, the split spirit, is not so easy to take down.

The two sides are fighting fiercely.

suddenly,

The intersection of thunder and fire behind him became more and more crazy, and then completely quieted down.

Bu Zhoushan's expression suddenly changed: "Little guy..."

Enlightened smile, immediately, solidified.

impossible!

A figure shot out from the thunder and fire, with a long sword in his palm that seemed to be stained with thunder and flames, Buzhou Mountain God stepped forward suddenly, clamped the enlightened sword, and also controlled this one of the top ten in the world, and The next moment, Wei Yuan slammed on the ground and swept forward.

This sword seems to have been stabbed by himself.

But it seemed as if there were palms pressing on his back, the propriety of Confucianism, the peace of Taoism, the Purdue of Buddha, let him take a step forward suddenly, let him raise his hand, The sword pierced again with a gesture beyond the past.

In the next moment, the long sword pierced through the open heart.

Fast as if beyond thought.

Wei Yuan held the sword in both hands, Buzhou Mountain God forcibly controlled Kaiming's body, Kaiming slowly lowered his head, and saw that the sword seemed to be burning with thunder and flames, the human race behind him gasped violently, and his body trembled, saying:

"You are wrong, enlightened..."

He gritted his teeth, clenched his sword, and his whole body seemed to be exerting strength together. He seemed to be whispering alone, but he also seemed to be speaking in place of the people who once pressed his shoulders and brought him here. The courage echoing in his chest was more intense than ever, making him say:

"The highest is not the Buzhou Mountain, which supports the sky and the ground, nor the Kunlun Mountains that stand above the ten directions."

"It's the humans who climbed this mountain."

Kaiming Jiushou lowered his head, golden blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, gritted his teeth unwillingly:

"I am enlightened by the three gods."

"The representative sits and sees the ten directions, six inside and outside..."

Jianming howls.

Wei Yuan took a step forward and held the sword with all his strength: "I am a blood descendant of Yanhuang."

"Represents an unyielding heart and a lofty ambition!"

The human will that burns itself to illuminate the light in the mortal world.

Eight Diagrams Formation, Easy Thirty-Four—

Thunder is strong.

Above the sword edge, the sword qi burst out, Wei Yuan raised his left hand, clasped Kai Ming's neck, and then exhausted all the strength at the moment, his body was violent, and he suddenly slashed!

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