Museum of Demons Chapter 170

Immortal flower, Kunlun Qingqi, one of the world's three most immortal medicine.

It is the Yuan of the Tushan tribe who consumes the Immortal Flower, but when the subsequent generations are reincarnated, it is in the state of Yuanfeiyuan. Only after death, the true spirit returns to the essence, and the immortal flower can activate the effect and maintain the true spirit. , But now Wei Yuan has revived his past memories.

This change happened when the girl gave him access to pottery.

Different changes from each past life.

He is Wei Yuan, but he is also Yuan.

The Kunlun Immortal Flower's effect caused Wei Yuan's heart wound to squirm and slowly recover. The severe pain made his face twisted and fell to the ground, his palms pressed firmly on the ground, and his cheeks were constantly twitching. Immortality is one thing, but The pain did not diminish in the slightest, especially this kind of injury seemed to have reached the limit of Immortal Flower. If Shan Jun directly turned his heart into powder, Immortal Flower was not a witch salty medicine after all, and could not resurrect him.

The pain of being penetrated through the heart, and the pain of the torn wound when it recovers.

Wei Yuan's face was pale directly.

If he hadn't been in front of the enemy right now, he would have called out a long time ago, but now he would have to suffocate.

How can you not lose face in front of the enemy.

Hold on, hold on!

At this moment, Shanjun seemed to have just come back to his senses. He sat on the ground staggeringly, and the lying tiger's waist card lit up. This light circulated in the air, and finally turned into a picture of strange power and chaos belonging to Shanjun. On the screen, the appearance of the mountain monarch is burning quickly, and correspondingly, a qi machine is withdrawn from the real mountain monarch.

Shanjun wanted to stop it, but the lamp ran out of oil and couldn't do it at all.

Can only watch the Qi machine enclosed in the picture scroll.

That is his foundation and origin, as a proof of the existence of the gods, and also his existence. And now, because of the imprint left by being sealed once in the past, plus the imminent death at this moment, it was pulled out abruptly, and finally the strange power and chaos picture rolled without fire spontaneously, and the mountain breeze left behind was fluttered. The ashes scattered with the wind, and a tiger seal appeared.

The four corners are the bottom, and the tiger above is full of anger and roar.

This is the strong wind rushing down from the top of the mountain.

It is the mark of the deity.

This seal did not have a physical body, and then it fell into the Crouching Tiger's waist card and was included in it.

Shanjun even the foundation of existence has disappeared at this moment. It is the true meaning of the oil exhausted and the lamp has dried up. A pair of tiger eyes slowly loses their brilliance. He still managed to pull out the eight-faced sword that pierced his heart, and threw it on the ground, allowing himself to maintain The last bit of dignity.

The eight-faced sword stuck to the ground.

Swallowing the blood of the gods, fine lines appeared on the blade cast by this iron, whistling with the wind.

The battle here was not seen by others.

But they figured out the approximate location. The helicopter arrived with a large number of people, and with the sound of the wind came the voice of people communicating:

"Hurry up, the tiger **** should be here, that's the body of the god, it must be kept secret and sealed."

"We need to keep his body well, this is the most precious research material in the world!"

Then, there was a low voice.

"Also, the person who fought against the mountain **** wants his blood and bone marrow cells. The most important thing is the core gene. The best, it is best to extract his sperm when he is asleep, and always return it. Some people believe that the heirs of the strong are equally strong."

"what did you say?!!"

"No way, at least save people first."

Such a voice fell in the ears of the two of them. The monarch, who was clearly about to die, had a trace of dim light appearing in his dark twin pupils. He abruptly supported the ground and climbed up, feeling that he was about to dissipate, unless he was let him swallow another. A god, absorb the foundation of divinity to support the self, otherwise even the true spirit will not be left.

The gods are aloft, the higher the position, the more miserable the fall.

Even becoming a lonely ghost is just an extravagant hope.

But how is it possible to kill the gods in this situation?

He was stunned, seeming to be at a loss, and then quickly recovered his sense of reason, regained sternness, turned his head to look at Wei Yuan, and suddenly stepped forward, his last punch hit the heart of Wei Yuan who had already exploded once.

Wei Yuan's expression changed, but he had already exploded once, and now he didn't have a second power.

He was repelled.

Flames rise.

The remaining breath of Shanjun can no longer kill him, but is connecting the flames, leaving a burnt mark in his heart, distorting the mark that penetrates the wound, and sealing the breath of the immortal flower, making it no longer Leak out.

Shan Jun staggered and stood up straight and said, "I won't complain."

"Last advice, Crouching Tiger, hide yourself."

"Not dying is not a good thing. Be careful to be dissected. People's hearts are dangerous."

He straightened up little by little, faced the helicopter in the distance, spread his arms, took a deep breath with his last strength, and then laughed loudly:

"Big man, you are afraid of life when you are born, and death makes the world faster!"

"If you die, when you die by the hands of a hero and buried between heaven and earth, how can you be humiliated by the younger generation?!"

Shan Jun leaped fiercely, and then lost a trace of strength, his eyes completely dimmed.

The wind dissipated and fell into the abyss.

Wei Yuan endured the punch, and finally was shocked into a coma, his consciousness slowly sinking into darkness.

Supported by his last consciousness, he wanted to leave immediately, but it was difficult to control his body.

A piece of ruins, blood everywhere, the helicopter noticed here, and rushed to here with the people there, and before that, the sky and the earth were rising, not the squally wind brought by the tiger, but the wind transformed by the fresh air, the wind of change , The interference to the helicopter is greater than the interference to the fighter, so that people cannot approach.

The girl in a white shirt and high-waisted jeans came with wind, her long hair curled up, wearing a baseball cap, and only a few strands of black hair curled up on her forehead. Seeing Wei Yuan, she felt that the latter's heart was still It was beating, and finally let out a sigh of relief, and fell gently.

Jue stretched out his hand and pressed a button on Wei Yuan's neck to confirm his pulse.

After thinking about what the water ghost said before, the girl clasped her five fingers.

The long wind circulated, dissipating all the blood belonging to Wei Yuan here.

Then it turned into a cherry-flavored happy water specially tuned by water ghosts.

It's like blood.

Tiannv's black eyes glanced in the distance without saying much, but she was a little hesitant about how to take Wei Yuan back. She glanced at left and right, and squeezed slightly with her five fingers. The surrounding breeze became more magnificent, emitting a blue streamer. Invisible to the naked eye.

This controlled the wind, allowing the wind to lift Wei Yuan, who was much taller than her.

Then I recalled a little. Put his left hand under Wei Yuan's shoulder blades, put his fingers under his left armpit, and put his right hand on Wei Yuan's legs. Let the unconscious Wei Yuan rest her head on her shoulders. The girl applied force and lay down. The tiger hugged it up.

Think hard and exhale slightly.

"It's easy."

When the goddess took Wei Yuan and flew away to Quanzhou, Wei Yuan's will struggled to wake up because of the blowing of the mountain breeze, and then his thoughts were stagnant, and she realized her own state, and found that the girl's profile from this perspective was a little bit The baby fat found the girl's black hair that was blowing in the wind, itchy and itchy, and then realized his current state.

Princess hug?

me! Me, I just killed God!

You are hugged by the princess.

I am the chief executive of the first emperor, escorting Xu Fu across the East China Sea to kill the overlord.

You are hugged by the princess.

I am the second celestial master of the Taiping Dao!

You are hugged by the princess.

Wei Yuan was silent.

Then he closed his eyes and fainted actively.

After a while, several helicopters slowly landed.

What is just waiting for them is a mess, blood that has begun to dry up.

Fortunately, fortunately, the blood in some places had not completely evaporated. They had to collect the blood according to the request on the other side of the phone.

This will be the highest level of research material.

Yingtian Mansion is the core area of ​​Jiangnan Road.

The Yangtze River flows through this area. According to surveillance, it is inferred that Shan Jun's body fell into the Yangtze River Basin. However, after several days of raids, he did not find where Shan Jun's body was. After the Yangtze River went out to sea, it would enter the East China Sea. The East China Sea of ​​Shenzhou is also connected to several other sea areas in the world.

One of them is the Sakurajima waters of Sakurajima.

On the beach, there is a large shrine.

On this day, the **** servants under the shrine discovered that along the tide of the East China Sea, a person was sent under the coastal rocks, and then the host of the shrine discovered that the person who came had a strong breath characteristic, although he was dying, But this is undoubtedly a powerful creature from that ancient land.

And it's almost dead.

The shrine here is dedicated to the mountain sacred tree of Mt. Fuji.

The shrine maiden and the **** servant bound the dying creature, and led him to see the mountain **** tree flower blooming Yaji, and then the Fuji mountain **** finally recognized the extremely innocent divinity although extremely weak, but extremely pure and innocent. Change, found his father, and brought him here.

That is the mountain **** born from the union of Izanaki God and Izanami God, see Oyamatsu.

Dashanjin looked at the man who fell on the ground in astonishment.

Seeing that he was swollen with water and was dying. No, even his dying breath could not describe his state. It was almost a corpse, but there was a trace of vitality left in his own will, and the pure divinity around his body filled the mountains. Tsumi's heart is full of greed, but there is also a trace of vigilance and guard.

A few days ago, the news of the great battle that took place in Jiangnan Road, Shenzhou, was not completely blocked.

Oyama Tsumi knew this too.

So in the face of such a huge temptation, He was still full of guard and gestured to the left and right.

A **** servant stepped forward, holding a wooden stick used by gods to punish sinners, one left and one right, and hit the man in black, hitting his arms, legs and feet, and even on his forehead. I don't know how many hits. Next, he almost tore off his limbs, punched his head out of the wound, bleeding out, and the two **** servants were so tired that they panted, and the man still had no response.

Then let the witch come forward, dipped the wheat ears into the prayer water, and sprinkled it on this person.

He made a sneer, but the tingling and itching made the man in black not react at all.

In the end, he even poured this thing on the face insultingly, but the other person didn't even change his expression.

On the contrary, a **** servant accidentally touched his body, causing him to sway, his arms spread out, a few beads fell in his arms, and it turned slowly. It was a relic, which exuded a very rich flavor. The divinity, obviously, the divinity that was just entangled in this man came from this relic.

Da Shan Jin Jian completely let go, and then stepped forward to take the relics, hoping to absorb the power from the ancient land, so as to increase his own strength and occupy a high enough position in this upcoming troubled time. Even taking this as an opportunity, like the Buddhas in the past, it is not impossible to steal and swallow the divinity of that land.

Just when he couldn't help thinking about it, suddenly.

The other palm lifted up and grabbed him tightly.

Dashanjin saw his pupils shrink and saw the corpse lying on the ground opened his eyes. The pale yellow pupils were already dimmed, but at this moment they exuded an indescribable suffocation. Dashanjin saw panic and anger. He drew out his artifact and smashed it on the forehead of the man in front.

But the other party didn't avoid it, and slammed into him.

Dashanjinjian is a noble mountain god, how could he fight such a corpse to death?

So he retreated subconsciously.

The weapon in his hand slammed into the other part of the man's body to force him away, and he would retreat, but he did not expect that ~www.mtlnovel.com~ his weapon would break the opponent's shoulder, and the opponent would not retreat even a step. Within three steps in an instant, the tyrannical madness, as well as the anger that was provoked and insulted, raged in those pale yellow pupils.

A deep tiger roar sounded.

Three days later,

In this shrine, the roar of arrogant tigers rose up.

Shanjun barely survived, but the relic was completely exhausted. In addition, as a price, Dashantsumi, the goddess of Mount Fuji, were all wounded for death, killed by life, and deprived of divinity. As the cornerstone of himself, he With a sneer and cold eyes, this can be regarded as a god, but it is high above, without knowing how to fight, not knowing about vigilance, and having no will to speak of.

Not as good as mortals.

The footsteps sounded, Shan Jun raised his eyes to look at the sound of the sound, his eyes were cold: "Who?"

It was a gentle-faced man with five long beards and a clear divine breath on his body, saying:

"Me? You can call me, the lord of the heavens."

"You can also call me Emperor Jinmu."

Shanjun looked cold, raised his hand and grabbed a war spear, and his murderous aura rose. Even though his body was seriously injured, he stepped forward suddenly. The weapon in his hand took the opponent's throat directly until the man smiled and said a word, pulling out the afterimage. The sword stopped in front of his throat.

"Of course, you can also call me"

"Xu Xin."

Update today, four thousand words. Then you need to ask for leave to revise the next outline and push the line

The first ring is closed, so the chapter name is the elixir, not only Yuan, but also Xu Shi, although a new ring has been opened.

Ann, the ending of Shanjun is doomed, but for the sake of the plot, he still needs him to be a tool man to cross the line. There is nothing for him in a short time. The Shanjun line is when the deity turns into a seal and is deprived by Wei Yuan. The hand trembling slightly after smoking

Chapter end