Museum of Demons

Watching the sword energy escaping, his companions were beheaded in an instant, turned into the purest turbid energy, and returned to the original reincarnation of heaven and earth. For one stagnation, he seemed to be in disbelief, and the sword in the palm of the white-haired swordsman in front of him whistled slightly.

Fitting into a sword, a sword for the body, instantly stepped forward.

The sword in his palm has pierced into the throat of a **** and demon, and the dense sword energy instantly fills the soul around him. Not afraid, Qi Qi roared and rushed forward. For the second time in his life, Wei Yuan entered the realm of completely forgetting himself and forgetting his sword.

It is not the so-called forgotten sword realm of the worldly swordsmen.

but completely forgotten.

Besides - where is the sword?

What Lao Tzu said was just a name he reluctantly gave to that thing.

Then the sword is not enough to be the form and restraint given by the secular philistines.

just a title.

Wei Yuan was in a hurry, and when he gradually began to forget that when the inner essence of the true spirit was complete, even the power of cause and effect began to potentially repel him. He raised his hand and pulled out the sword. In one go, one hundred thousand miles of Kunlun was the sword energy, and it swept across the heaven and earth in an instant. , The front is dripping with blood, and I don't know how much he killed, and finally even the devil stopped.

I don't know if it's fear, fear or fear, or is it a realm ahead that even the arrogant and uninhibited demon gods dare not set foot in. The white-haired swordsman holds the sword in his right hand and the five fingers of his left hand together, but he doesn't even know He grabbed a wine gourd from where, and then raised his neck to drink, the wine spilled on his sleeve robe, wet the front of his clothes, and landed on the wound with piercing pain.

It fell on the invisible and tangible long sword, and its potential was fierce.

In front is the place where the Great Venerable of the turbulent world is located.

Behind him are gods and demons who can't wait for the white-haired swordsman in front of him to die. So this pot of wine became more and more comfortable and hearty to drink. When someone watched him drinking, he was so happy. Wei Yuan raised his neck and drank all the Chang'an wine in his sleeves. Wiping the corners of his mouth, he squinted at the many gods and demons who were gnashing their teeth, angered but not dare to come forward, and smiled lazily:

"Killed too long."

"My mouth is a little dry."

"Drink some wine, don't blame me."

"you!!

The gods and demons got up in anger, holding a giant axe, majestic, but they did not dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool.

The swordsman's eyes stared at him so coldly, causing him to take a step back subconsciously and back.

"Who is making a noise outside."

At the very core of this turbulent world, the man in the long coat's tone was flat and gentle, as if he had just woken up from a big dream: "Noisy land."

Surrounded by the core members of the turbulent world, one of them is tall, and seems to be the most old man in the world. He opened his eyes. "...It's a monk from the Qing Dynasty who has come here again. He should have made the movement in the Kunlun Ruins before."

"... Qing Shi?"

Just like waking up from a big dream, but still with a bit of sleepiness, the Great Master said: "It's interesting, which **** of the Great Wilderness, or is it from Kunlun? Let me guess, although the emperor of the Qing Dynasty often Come, but I never took this step to see me, probably because I was worried about the consequences and hidden dangers if I fought hard."

"It is absolutely impossible to have such an idea because of the arrogance of being defeated by me."

"Either win or die together, and even if he wins and wins me easily, he won't have such absurd thoughts in his heart, so even if he wins, it's still a residual victory, and the emperor himself will be injured and severely injured. , is controlled by deep sleep. Therefore, she will not come to me if she is not sure that the Qing world is still stable after she has fallen into deep sleep.

The Great Master Zhuo Shi yawned: "So that's the little girl from West Kunlun?" The tall, heavy, majestic and powerful man said slowly, "West Emperor"

Kunlun West Emperor, Tian Li Wu Can, a long spear, a short sword, is also a strong man who once whipped an era.

"It won't be her, Xi Huang. She is very strong, but she doesn't have the kind of disposition to fight to the death and fight against powerful enemies."

"However, it's not impossible to change your temperament.

The Great Venerable Turbidity is very interested.

The tall man was silent for a while, and said, "It's not her either."

"So it is the realm of the four seas?"

The Great Venerable Turbidity raised a little interest: "The Age of God is vast and boundless overseas, among which there are passages to the heavens and the world, and countless worlds are colorful, representing countless possibilities, countless collisions, and the best opportunity to nurture the strong, then, Is it the return to the ruins or the strong people who have appeared in the four seas? The police are like the blood of the four spirits?"

The tall and steady man shook his head! "no.

Not the Emperor of Heaven and the Emperor of the West.

Not the blood of the gods.

"It's not the Tao of Heaven, the four spirits and four evil voices paused: "Perhaps you think I'm joking, but. "It's a human race"

"Human race?"

"Yes, human race."

"The race that Nuwa created?"

"Yes, the ethnic group created by Emperor Wa."

"That's it." The Great Senior of the Turbid World lowered his eyes and seemed to feel bored again. The tall man next to him didn't say much, because the Great Senior of the Turbid World was the strongest in the Turbid World.

Fuxi had come here in a frenzy before, and he was on a rampage all the way.

In the end, he met the Great Senior and stopped the Fuxi who was crazy for some reason.

I just didn't expect that even if Fuxi was fighting all the way, he was not lightly injured, and even because of the loss of his heritage, he fell into madness and madness, and there was still a backhand. In the case of heavy damage, he would tear apart the void and time, and directly reverse the yin and yang, and annihilate. Wan Dharma, desperately rushed into the place where Wan Dharma was silent.

Otherwise, he will be killed here by Da Zun. And Fuxi is no different from death at this moment.

As long as you come out of the land of annihilation, you will be immediately noticed.

Made in muddy sky.

The last period of that great emperor was also ended by the Great Senior. Therefore, Fuxi is not the opponent of the Great Senior, not to mention that he is not good at fighting, and is the Nuwa who is the least good at attacking at the level of the top ten peaks? Not to mention, it is only a member of the human race created by Nu Wa.

Falling down layer by layer, like a child raised by your defeated sister who is not good at fighting.

How could there be a desire and interest in fighting?

If the temperament is better, just hold a candy, let the child go quickly and don't be annoying, if the temperament is bad, it will be a step over.

It's no wonder that the Great Senior lost interest in an instant and was bored.

"Humans... It's an interesting race. The resilience of the group is quite interesting, but the battle is still nothing. You can deal with him." The lines and the face are gentle, but it seems that it is difficult to determine the existence of conventional appearance descriptions.

"Yes."

The tall man nodded slowly.

Then when he got up and sat down, he already gave people an unimaginable sense of oppression, and when he stood up, such oppression was enhanced and exploded like never before. The pillar of the Qing Dynasty was Buzhou Mountain. Traveling around the six virtual worlds, and the turbid world is the foundation of the world, there is no Buzhou Mountain that supports the heavens and the earth, but there are also gods that exist as the foundation.

Lei ran beside him, and a fierce woman stood with her hands behind her back.

The Thunder God of the Turbid World, the Thunder God of the Qing Dynasty has fallen, or that Lei Hao has reached the extreme, and the existence close to Daoguo has been killed. Beside the Great Senior, and that is the foundation of the incomparably tall and turbulent world, he has already attracted a full number of gods and demons who are famous in the turbulent world.

"You have to be so careful when dealing with a human race."

"Even the emperor is not your opponent in the fight. Can the little toy she made out of mud hurt you?"

Thor couldn't help sneering with a two-pointed sneer.

The tall man said indifferently: "Do your thing well."

Holding a double-edged long sword, with blades on both sides, only the place with the handle in the middle exudes a turbid flow, the majestic momentum of wind and thunder, and the terror is extreme. , Like the waves, from the high place where the Great Venerable was, a formation formed, majestic descending, the momentum was terrifying, and the eyes of the cold eyes of the [The Foundation of the Turbid World] were cold.

The weapon in the palm emits a majestic stream of light, shaking the world.

"kill!!

The white-haired Taoist's sleeves trembled slightly, and the sword in his palm whistled slightly. Facing the treatment that he had only shown to two heavenly emperors in the past, he closed his eyes slightly, obviously I forgot both things, but his expression softened, as if he said to himself: "When I was young, I was not qualified to hold a sword at all. At that time, I used a pottery carving knife, but after all, I liked this thing. ."

"Later, the master told me that the six arts of the gentleman should be practiced in swordsmanship. At that time, my saber teacher personally cast it, and Senior Brother Zilu opened the front. He said that it was the most suitable for my nature. The bamboo of Nanshan is consistent with it, so the name of the sword is [One is consistent with]."

"Later, when I was in Daqin, I used Daqin's iron eagle sword, Daqin Ruishi, who competed with him."

"In the year of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bei made a lot of swords and wanted to give me one, but I didn't want one. At that time,

A bamboo was used as a sword, and the sword was used to support the ground. Later, in the Tang Dynasty, an iron bar and two wooden boards were a sword.

Later all the way back and forth, Xuanzang helped me recast the sword, the Chang'an sword, the Tang Dynasty Chang'an Ganliyueming; my friend gave me the Jieri sword. "

"And then, the eight-faced Han sword."

"Finally, the new Chang'an sword."

"Kunlun is the sword, but I suddenly have a question, the swordsman swordsman, is this sword important?"

"What is a sword?"

"Why me?"

The sword made me, or I made the sword. "

"And if the sword is not me, then how can I come to me, and I am not the sword, so what is the sword?" Or, there is no sword at all. "

"Since there is no sword, then where does the kendo come from, and why does it need the fruit?"

But it's just my word. "

The long sword in his palm was picked up, with a smile and loneliness on his face: "I'm probably going to fall asleep and forget a lot of things."

'This question, please help me, think about it more. "

It is clear that he is a **** and demon, but countless attacks, many supernatural powers, and all kinds of magic methods are actually difficult to hurt this person.

[The Foundation of the Turbid World] Shen Sheng angrily said:

"presumptuous!"

"Pindao is always presumptuous!

The momentum has already been confronted, and in an instant, the white-haired swordsman laughed, pointed his toes, and rushed forward in the opposite direction, with a majestic momentum, asking why the sword, the heroic momentum rose to the sky, and in an instant, the sword qi tore the sky and the earth. Bend, like a cold silver light, UU reading www. uukanshu.com went straight to the front, the base of the turbulent world held a horizontal bar of weapons in his palm, his pupils contracted.

The sword energy erupted, and the sword intent was like a prison!

His body froze for a moment.

The surrounding gods and demons were all shattered, and the sleeves were stained with blood. The white-haired swordsman stepped out and stepped on the head of [The Foundation of the Turbid World].

The unparalleled sword sage root bone, and then clearly broke through the limit of qi machine, the more serious the injury, but it seems to be more and more hearty, laughing wildly, stepping forward with swords, this day, many gods and demons heard that sentence:

"World Great Reverence, the poor Dao Mingyuan, this sword of Tang Chang'an, please take a look!

The sword energy is magnificent and 100,000 miles away.

The entire mountain sect in front of the Great Venerable Throne was chopped to pieces, and the corpses of the demon gods were like dry bones.

Only the sword is long.