Museum of Demons ~

The Taipingdao monks had cold hands and feet when they saw the obsession of the one hundred thousand yellow turban war souls, and almost immediately gave up their plans to fight, but when those obsessions dissipated, they hesitated again and fell into a struggle. In the end, under the temptation of the nine-scepter close at hand, I chose to give it a try.

After all, my own side has a number of advantages.

Because to maintain the effect of the altar of five hundred people, even if only the last part is left, even this part does not have to be all five hundred people. There are also dozens of Taipingdao monks here, facing the sky of only a few people. Shifu, they think they have at least one fight.

Even before they got close, they had already cast their spells.

Lin Shouyi and others also held Dharma artifacts in their hands.

Just as he was about to step forward, he saw Wei Yuan's hand with the nine-segment staff blocking him and directly intercepted him and the others. Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, seeing Wei Yuan stepping forward, holding the nine-segment staff, his tone of voice was gentle:

"Leave these people to me this time..."

Lin Shouyi looked at the peaceful and calm Jiujie Scepter, and finally nodded and said, "Be careful."

He explained: "That man is the top ten true practitioner of the Taiping Taoist monks. He received the ancient talisman. Like the person who received the Baiqi name before, he also has the name from the ancient Thirty-Six Qushuai. This person chose It's the Qushuai name of the former Jizhou Department, named Si Li."

The old man paused when he noticed the look of the owner of the museum, then nodded and walked forward.

He seemed to hear the name of his friend after a long absence, and whispered:

"Si Li..."

Taiping Dao was once listed as the righteous law in China. Many monks, even if they have practiced quick methods, are not weak in their hands. They raised their hands and ran towards Wei Yuan with fire and thunder. These magical powers are not Recognizing that he was once a Taiping Taoist monk, the momentum came violently.

Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged.

He is too familiar with these spells.

These people are only at the stage of raising their hands and pulling, and he has already recognized the types of these spells.

When they cast the spell, Wei Yuan had already avoided the trajectory of the spell in advance.

The so-called rune is the language of the heart.

The heart is not correct, nor can he uphold the sincerity, the spells cast have no real peaceful means at all, and the external manifestation is that Wei Yuan's steps are calm and close, but those spells can't cause him harm at all.

Either he paused in his footsteps and avoided the thunder, or he looked calmly and swept through the wind and fire, wiping his body and flying by.

The more he downplayed, the more panicked the hearts of the Taiping Taoist monks.

The mind is not stable, and the magical powers are also difficult to exert its due effect.

This is the quick method. If you don't practice Taoism but only practice skills, the problem of your xinxing will be fully exposed at this time.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, and a Taipingdao monk had exhausted the talisman in his hand. He gritted his teeth and drew out a short spear. With all his strength, the spear blade was covered with a layer of apricot-yellow mana streamer, and it pierced Wei Yuan's heart. Go, growl.

Wei Yuan raised his hand and buckled the gun directly three inches below the blade.

There was only a shock, the monk's palm was numb, unable to hold the weapon, and the short spear involuntarily lifted up.

Stopped another sword that came.

Wei Yuan released his right hand holding the weapon, smashed his arms and elbows horizontally, hitting the Taipingdao monk's chest, his strength did not abate, the Taipingdao monk's face turned pale, he fell directly out, spurting blood from his mouth, and went straight. Passed out of a coma.

The gun fell naturally and was grasped by Wei Yuan's right hand. The blade of the gun screamed low. Even though it was a short spear, when Wei Yuan stepped forward, the front of the gun suddenly stabbed forward, with a **** murderous intention. Several monks were pale, their spellcasting movements were stagnant, and they were immediately drawn away by short spears.

Wei Yuan stepped forward, with short spears in his hand, stabbing or splitting or pumping, opening and closing, the skill of the Overlord's marksmanship was still used, and this time the Overlord's gun was completely different from the marksmanship demonstrated before.

In terms of the degree of similarity in skills, it is even not as good as the Overlord Spear learned before.

But if the two are displayed at the same time.

On the contrary, the marksmanship used at the moment is more real.

Because the Overlord Spear was not originally taught by the martial arts of the future generations, how to use each move, but the method used to indulge in the battle on the battlefield. At this moment, it finally came to light. I have not really experienced the battlefield and have not really been in troubled times. In China, learning how to resemble is nothing more than painting tigers and skins.

After fighting on the battlefield, the marksmanship has a skeleton, so there is no need to follow the rules and regulations.

The tiger will not fall down.

The skeleton is there, even if the marksmanship is worse, like when painting a tiger, even if the painting is skinny, it is also a fierce tiger who wants to choose people and eats it. The point where the gunman is pointing, as if this place is returning to the ancient battlefield, and because of this The Taiping Dao techniques used by the monks were all based on Taiping essential techniques, and Wei Yuan knew them well.

For a while, dozens of people rushed towards one person, but they were scattered by the other person.

The Taipingdao monk named Sili jumped at the corner of his eyes.

The murderous spirit of military strategists has a restraining effect on Dao Fa.

But where did this man's suffocation that almost seemed to come from the ancient battlefield come from?

Can the almost informatized method of the modern battlefield breed this kind of momentum?

In a trance, he almost had an illusion that where the person in front of him was a modern monk, it was clear that he had rushed out of the Yellow Turban battlefield just now, the last member of the Yellow Turban warrior.

Mana flowed, and the true spirit came to his senses.

Seeing the other party approaching,'Si Li' drank lowly, and struck out a talisman in his hand. His cultivation base was orthodox practice. He built the foundation for a hundred days. He cultivated his heart and cultivated his mind for ten years. He vomited his cultivation step by step. The number of orthodox roads, but it seems to be a joke, the more orthodox Taiping monk, the more restrained.

He almost felt that any of his magic magic powers had been directly seen through.

Even if he deliberately changed the rhythm of the spell, it still did.

Si Li almost felt like he was going to be mad and mad.

This is different from those who are stronger than themselves, but a kind of suffocation and panic that is suppressed in all directions. When a thunder curse becomes invalid again, it is easily avoided, falling on the ground, and bombarding the ground. When there were signs of scorching black,'Si Li' finally couldn't bear the anxiety, gritted his teeth, and quickly backed away.

A series of Fulu suspended.

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, his right hand moved five fingers at a time, clasping the gun.

There seemed to be a familiar and distant sound in his ears.

'Little guy, you are always so weak, but it's okay. The battlefield is different from one-on-one competitions. Simple moves may not be useless. Follow me. '

The man was holding a gun, his body lying down.

Wei Yuan took a step forward, even though he was holding a gun with one hand, but his strength was concentrated.

Converging his eyes, his qi paused slightly.

Then he stepped forward violently.

Raising his hand, following the actions of the heroic man in the memory, the short spear pierced the history and memory, and followed the same trajectory fiercely. It was like fighting side by side for two thousand years. Young man Yuan did not understand, but Wei Yuan did. It can be seen that the so-called simple action is clearly the cohesion of a veteran who galloped on the battlefield in the late Han Dynasty.

The evil spirit that belongs to the cold weapon battlefield is coming.

Si Li's complexion instantly solidified.

The short spear pierced the talisman in an instant.

Then he directly pierced his divine body. The suffocation that broke out at this moment almost stunned his brain, but under the influence of Taoism, his body could instinctively deviate him from the fatal point. There was a feeling of numbness at first, followed by almost The pain of tearing his body stunned Si Li's whole thoughts.

He opened his mouth and coughed up blood and stumbled back.

Wei Yuan drew his short gun.

With Si Li's Taoism, it is enough to dominate and become famous in a place, and it can even be said that strictly speaking, it must be higher than Wei Yuan, regardless of other factors.

But he is a Taipingdao disciple after all.

But here, it is Guangzong City after all.

But Wei Yuan was holding the nine-section scepter in his hand after all.

Si Li coughed up blood and backed up. I don't know when a talisman appeared in his hand. He spit out the talisman with blood and turned into a red mist. Then three incense sticks slipped off his cuffs, shaking his hands and burning, and he drank in his mouth:

"The heavens and the earth are blue, the great road is peaceful, the guards of the three realms, the five emperors, the disciple Sili, follow the order of the second heavenly master of my Taiping Dao, call the yellow turban strong man, come to protect the law, call the yellow turban strong man, come and protect the real person!!

The yellow turban strength guardian curse, this is one of the most common magical powers of the Taipingdao in this era.

Because of the influence of Taoism, in other words, the Taiping Buddhism was originally Taoism orthodoxy.

In this curse, it is natural to pray for the true spirit of the founder of the law, and then to mobilize the mana of heaven and earth, and cast beans into the art of war. The yellow turban strength guard mantra is the most commonly used method of Taiping Taoism. It has saved Si Li many lives. But this time, the prayer charms that were supposed to be soaring into the world have changed.

This ancient talisman, as well as the three magic incense, pointed directly to the front without hesitation.

Si Li's expression slowly solidified, and a look that could hardly be described in words appeared on his face.

He looked up stiffly and looked forward, watching the short-haired young man wearing a buckle-up shirt and holding a nine-segment scepter. Two voices appeared in Wei Yuan's ears. One was vague and distant, and the other was the Si Li office in front of him. What I said was so clear that I was talking about the order of the sub-celestial master of the Taiping Dao.

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, and suddenly thought that the history of Taoism was almost a single sentence.

The yellow turban warrior body curse.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion at the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, there was no view of the world, and it was widely circulated.

The Taoist schools in the past dynasties have been continuously improved and each has its own strengths.

After the Yellow Turban Rebellion...

The Yellow Turban Rebellion, after.

Wei Yuan was stunned, and his heart was empty.

It seems, teacher, I didn't seem to disappoint you...

Even if, throughout my life, only this curse was left.

He looked at Si Li. There is no doubt that the Yellow Turban warrior who had rescued the latter many times did not come out this time, and even the talisman stopped burning neatly, as if the ancestor master had directly accepted the qualifications of the edict talisman.

"Si Li" has meanings of absurdity and horror in his heart.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, held a nine-section scepter, and pointed it in the void, then he paused, and suddenly swiped a stroke, unexpectedly volleyed into the air.

As if to hear the young Taoist softly pointing.

'The so-called rune is the language of the heart, and the law can be achieved by upholding Akagi. '

'The Tao has no rules, you have to remember that you keep your body for this talisman...'

He is holding a nine-scepter.

Si Li saw the secret text of Jiujie Scepter wandering, and saw the youth behind him, illusory but seeming to be real. It was obvious that there was another young Taoist who made a talisman at the same time.

The boy had baby fat on his cheeks, and he smiled with two dimples.

Both true and illusory, one reality and one imaginary, while raising the nine-segment staff, Wei Yuan's voice paused. There was no mark of Taoism, and no magical curse like the same one. There was no need for Shenxiaozong to gather five. gas.

The opening angle at the beginning was just a word.

He said--

"Thunder, invite!!!"

Accompanied by the magnificent thunder, almost the entire Guangzong people subconsciously paused. They raised their heads subconsciously and saw that it was not too far away. The violent thunder fell down vividly, and the Jiujie in Wei Yuan's hands The stick was scorching hot, and the secret text radiated light.

It is as if this magic soldier is also longing for the appearance of this scene.

It's as if he has been looking forward to it for a thousand years.

With the help of the remaining yellow turban fire, with the help of the nine-segment scepter of peace, the thunder spell that appeared this time directly blasted and covered a considerable area, almost not thunder, but thunderstorm, making the earth black, and Many Taipingdao monks who were in the scope of the spell were only in a coma because of Wei Yuan's restraint. They only received more or more serious injuries and did not die.

And that Qu Shuai Si Li, one of the leaders of the Taiping Dao evil repair.

When facing this spell, in the end, he didn't avoid it, but instead had the heart to seize the nine-scepter.

In the end, he suffered the most violent thunder and died on the spot.

Wei Yuan was silent, holding the nine-section staff and turning around. In any case, this time it was clearing the door.

It's just that's not enough. At least he wants to get back the volume of Taiping Yaoshu and pass on the inheritance of Taiping Dao again. He thought about it and walked back, because holding the nine-section staff, his own Dao and deeds are extremely compatible with this thing. Being blessed by this place again, he faintly heard the prayers of the illusory Taoist altar.

'...I am General Tiangong, the lord of contemporary Taiping, and I follow the order of the second heavenly master of Taiping Dao...'

Wei Yuan's movements paused slightly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly and whispered indifferently, then the nine-segment staff in his hand lightly tapped the ground and walked towards the people of the Heavenly Master's Mansion. There was nothing strange about his movements. No one could see what he did, but it still remained. Just now, in the aftermath of the vast thunder power, you can't extricate yourself.

Lin Shouyi's eyes were horrified.

Lin Li and the others did not have the knowledge of the old man, but there was disbelief, envy and admiration in their eyes, watching this peer.

Wei Yuan was holding the nine-section scepter, and it was not time for him to handle this thing.

When will the teacher's orthodoxy be reopened, and even the Taiping Department will return to the position of three holes and four auxiliary...

Shenxiaozong He Yangwen stared at the earth ravaged by thunderstorms, his expression was condensed and a little dazed, and he seemed to doubt himself. He couldn't recover for a long time. Lin Li murmured, "Master Wei, you I'm actually good at Leifa..."

Wei Yuan replied: "It's not me, it's the power of the nine-section scepter, it's the last wish left by the previous one hundred thousand yellow scarf obsessions."

"My own strength is just one of them."

Zhao Jianbai's thoughts slowly recovered. He stared at the nine-segment scepter in Wei Yuan's hand and couldn't help whispering:

"This is the Taiping Nine Scepter that is comparable to the male and female Dragon Tiger Sword..."

Lin Shouyi stared at Wei Yuan. He was the elder of the Shang Qing sect. The disciples didn't know it, but he knew very well that even the dragon and tiger sword, magic weapons such as Shenxiao Yushu had this level, and it was even stronger than this. Not everyone can mobilize the power of human beings. There are some, but whether it can be used or not is another matter.

Wei Yuan held the Nine-Segment Scepter in both hands and handed it over.

Lin Shouyi stepped back subconsciously, raised both hands, and solemnly took the stick.

But other thoughts emerged in my heart. This matter is very important. After Xu De is going back, I am afraid that he will have to mention it with Zheng Zheng and the celestial master. Maybe... Maybe this Taiping Taoist thing shouldn't be left in the celestial master. House.

And for some reason, there is always a strange feeling in his heart.

Even the nine-section scepter was left in the Heavenly Master's Mansion.

As long as this young man waved his hand, it was possible that this ancient **** soldier would rush directly across the mountains and seas.

The seal cannot seal the magic weapon of this level.

He pressed down this thought and took the nine sceptre.

Slightly startled.

There was a scorching air rising from the nine-section staff, causing his palm to tingle slightly, and his body was slightly lowered. This nine-section staff seemed to become heavier, Lin Shouyi was slightly startled, and immediately judged this. It's not my own illusion.

The nine-section scepter has sunk.

It seems that there are more existences that cannot be detected with the naked eye.

The nine-section staff was struggling faintly in Lin Shouyi's hands, and the secret texts flowed quickly on it, almost trying to survive, struggling instinctively.

Wei Yuan tapped the nine-segment staff lightly with his fingers, and whispered softly, "Be quiet."

The secret text on the nine-sectioned rod froze for a moment, and then quieted down extremely well-behaved.

Wei Yuan looked at Lin Shouyi and said softly:

"...Work."

Lin Shouyi subconsciously replied: "Guardian master, don't worry, I will wait for protection."

His voice was faint, and there was a feeling that the parents temporarily entrusted their children to the private education teacher, and there was a taste of the nine-segment staff only temporarily stored in the Tianshi's mansion, and he had to take good care of him, and his expression was vaguely strange.

The trouble here is naturally to contact the members of the special operations team for the handover. Wei Yuan was very exhausted, sitting in the car with his eyes closed and rested. He Yangwen, the silent disciple of Shenxiaozong next to him, hesitated for a long time, and couldn't help saying:

"Guardian Master, who are you..."

Wei Yuan opened his eyes, thought about it, and replied:

"deep."

"Wei Yuan."

"Now, I'm just a museum owner, with a bookstore next to me, so I can go and sit when I have time."

"If you like flowers, I have friends who have very good flowers. If I introduce you to them, they should be discounted."

He paused slightly, thought carefully, and added:

"should……"

Far away, far away from the world and the city, on the seabed, an extraordinary world war is taking place.

This is a cultivator, especially in China. It is a recognized rule that does not allow ordinary people to be affected. With his own strength, the Taiping Taoist master dragged two true practitioners of the same level, stirring up the waves of the seabed, and making the rugged mountains and rocks on the seabed. broken.

Taiping Taoist monks are good at flying sand and walking stones, they can cast beans to become soldiers, call the wind and call for rain, and thunder and fall are their strengths. After all, they were once three holes and four supplements. They are listed in the "Seven Buds of Yuwei", which is the most orthodox true cultivation. The opponent of this is the people of Shang Qingzong.

This time it is about Nine Scepters, and both sides are tacitly restraining each other.

The technique of the Taiping Taoist master's throwing beans into an army has been almost destroyed by the Thunder Law.

He looked fearless, and raised his hand to raise the talisman.

The true Taipingdao monk never feared one-to-many, and seeing his actions, the two true practitioners on the opposite side were also alert for an instant. The Taipingdao master whispered the yellow turban power guard curse, and finally made the seal of the dharma, and drank in his mouth:

"...I am General Tiangong, the lord of contemporary Taiping, and I follow the order of the sub-celestial master of Taiping Dao."

"Summon a yellow turban man, come to protect the law, call a yellow turban man, come and protect the real person!"

The surrounding ancient talismans are all spontaneously ignited in the water without wind.

Naturally make up the altar.

This means that the Football Association will call out more than ten yellow turban warriors.

And from the perspective of mana fluctuations, the personality will not be low.

The two people on the opposite side both expressed retreat in their hearts, but at this moment, the number of talismans actually stagnated, no longer burned, and the altar collapsed. The next moment, because this type of great magical power was halfway through, it was forced to stagnate. The majestic backlash directly exploded.

The majestic mana almost turned the sea over and surging.

The Taoist of Taiping Road spurted blood in an instant, half kneeling on the ground.

then,

Accompanied by the mana trajectory that originally connected the heavens and the earth.

A flat and indifferent voice fell blankly.

"No."

Taoist Taipingdao held his chest~www.mtlnovel.com~ with a face full of disbelief.

This originally belonged to the place of fighting, but at this moment it became deadly silent in an instant.

Only the waves that were rolled up by the magical power kept going, but the plain voice gradually faded away, as if the mumbling disappeared in the end.

After finally arranged, the car started again.

"Then master, what do you have in your museum?"

"Well, in fact, most of them are fakes. I made the rest by myself."

"...That's it...it's a pity."

PS: Today's first update... It's a little bit late~Five thousand six hundred characters~

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