Museum of Demons Chapter 227

The tone of the calm voice, the blazing wind, and the sword energy tearing traces on the ground.

This is an unconcealed threat of force.

And the flames ignited behind him are enough to prove that the speaker has such strength.

If it is not a special situation, no one wants to rush forward.

But the burning shrine has a different meaning to the entire Sakurajima. What's more, it's almost like broadcasting now. Even if it has been interrupted, the public can't see it, but the boss can definitely see clearly. If it's threatened like this, just stop here and stay still. It's going to be swollen, and if there is nothing to do, the Yin-Yang Liao will not continue to exist.

The onmyoji of Sakurajima Onmyoji was only delayed for a while, and then bit the bullet and rushed forward.

"Don't say it is unpredictable..."

Wei Yuan muttered to himself, holding a knife in one hand, and the blade of the wooden knife pressed against the ground, his movements stagnated.

A Xuan watched this scene nervously.

then,

He'sees' the strands of blue wind, starting from the blade of the wooden knife, he began to spin and entangle quickly, and finally included the entire knife, but the ordinary naked eye could not see such a vision, it has long been there. The monks practicing fighting techniques and the monks in the martial arts hall rushed forward, with modern metal protective gears on their bodies and arms.

Their goal is to contain Wei Yuan.

Create an opportunity for the onmyoji to perform onmyoji.

One uses the technique of sumo to hold the waist, and the other two are aimed at Wei Yuan's arm.

But at the moment of contact, even these monks and monks could not react. Their bodies were instantly distorted, broken, and then flung out towards the back. Until this time, the civilians who looked far away. They screamed in panic and fled one after another.

A Xuan's eyes widened.

I can't see clearly, that kind of action...

Is it Wumen's fight?

Seeing the casualties of his companions, the anger of the people who attacked was the first emotion that came out. At this moment, the young man with the mask faced more than seven opponents at the same time, but the same, he had not been able to get close to Wei Yuan. Within three steps, either the arm was broken, or the leg was twisted.

In the end, the semi-circular arcs with Wei Yuan as the center were forcibly knocked down to the ground, almost all of them appearing in a straight line.

Holding his wound, couldn't help but howl.

Qi's martial arts are unmatched by Wei's military pawns.

The military **** of Wei is not to be met by the sharp men of Qin.

This is a cold weapon combat that has multiplied to its peak during the five hundred years of melee in the Spring and Autumn and Warring States.

A Xuan looked disappointed.

Wei Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and the sword in his right hand was chopped horizontally. The sword energy and air flow escaped along the blade, and then spread, turning into a white sword wind, cutting across with incomparable precision, and the sword aura whistled. All sounds were suppressed, and the previous screams stopped abruptly.

In the dead silence, accompanied by the muffled sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The side of the gully that had been cut down on the ground with sword energy once again showed an extra trace.

But this time it was spattered blood.

The smell of blood is instantaneous, and it is more frightening than the scream just now. This proves the authenticity of the other party's words. Previously, he was dizzy because of his anger. Because there are so many people on his side, there is a brave onmyoji. His complexion was pale, he stopped his footsteps, and was full of dampness. He stood on the left side of this line, and there was only one person on the right.

Got.

The blade of the wooden knife in his hand lightly touched the ground.

Wei Yuan looked indifferent.

Those who have passed this line.

cut.

In the raging flames, each of the tablets was completely burned to ashes, and the soul core hidden in this tablet was completely annihilated as a result. The more turbulent the flames, the more rapid and high the tune.

This behavior, of course, attracted all the remnants of this shrine, as well as those Shinto masters who did not want their lives to repair. To be honest, this place occupies a lot of land, and the number of ghosts is more than expected by the soldiers. More.

To be precise, it is more, no less.

Qi's knife penetrated the enemy's abdomen.

When it was pulled out this time, Soldier Soul felt a clear, tugging sensation of flesh and blood, blood falling on the ground, being burned by the fire, and the contrast of the fire light being too bright.

The blood actually looked black.

The soldier soul felt exhausted at this moment, and there were a few more wounds on his body. The tune of Qi Niang obsessed with the red embroidered shoes paused slightly, and the soldier soul smoothly chopped it with the Qi's knife in his hand. With a few heads down, they waved their hands with their backs to the embroidered shoes, and said with a simple smile: "You don't have to worry about me."

"These things are not my opponents."

"It's fine to sing. I was a big soldier back then, but I couldn't listen to this kind of music."

The tune becomes more urgent.

And the surrounding souls emerged, and then rushed towards him.

Binghun let out a sigh of relief and made a move wholeheartedly. This life-saving comparison made him a little familiar. When he closed his eyes, he would always return to his youth in his dreams and be transformed by the mandarin ducks. The formation practice almost spit out, but in the end, it's just that short memory that is the deepest.

The sword in his hand slashed horizontally, and he directly tore out the cold light, stayed in place, and killed several remnants in one breath. He smiled honestly: "Although there is no mandarin duck formation, you think that we have gone through hundreds of battles, every time. Can it end?"

He took a step forward, and the Qi's sword in his hand cut off a Japanese sword again.

Then Xiaoshou.

Before stepping on, his mouth was muttering and his voice whispered.

Become calm and indifferent:

"There must be loyalty in the ten-chamber town. Is there no talent and courage in the whole Zhejiang?"

"Jiajing became an army in thirty-eight years, and general died in the eleventh year of Wanli, within twenty-four years."

"Four thousand Qi family troops."

"Beheaded more than 150,000 enemy bandits."

Raising his hand, cutting horizontally, Qi Jiadao directly sealed his throat.

In his simple and honest eyebrows, there was no surprise.

Behind the red clothes dancing fiercely, in front of Zhe soldiers bright and bright.

"Qi's military school lieutenant, the name is not enough to say. First, he will follow General Qi and move to the north and south, the south to the Japanese, and the north to the captives. Then he follows Wu Weizhong. There are 137 Japanese pirate heads in the military account. The 21st year of Wanli , Toyotomi Hideyoshi Washou attacked Goryeo, risked his death to take the lead, ascended to Pyongyang for the first time, beheading three enemy generals."

His voice gradually rose.

The Qi's sword in his hand points forward, and above his body, the remaining power belonging to the Huai Shui **** family was passively excited and surrounded around him because of the fit. In Jiajing 38 years, he was 18 years old, and when he died in the battle, he was already 52 years old. , But it still looks like the most brave time of the year.

I don't know how old you are in your twilight years.

"Many of you are old acquaintances, when I chopped off your dog's head."

The look on his face gradually became arbitrary, and finally faded away, and he laughed loudly.

Viciously and authentically:

"Today, chop it again!"

"It's so happy!"

An introductory song.

It started with a pipa and ended with the bright sound of clank and clank. Na Lielie's red clothes stopped dancing, but after a short cup of tea, Wei Yuan held the wooden knife in his hand diagonally, and the blood slowly fell down the blade. The drops fell on the ground below your feet.

There have been more corpses on that line.

There were several Onmyojis riding on the back of Shijin, and they were about to fly from a high place. The sound of a helicopter sounded. Wei Yuan's expression remained unchanged. His five fingers were slightly gripped, and the violent wind swept upwards, mixing with thunder. Directly destroy the electronic components inside the helicopter.

The modern equipment that made that drive can be said to be directly money revolved and fell.

The onmyoji on Shishen was pale, and he had not been able to fly over the line.

There was sword energy tore over like a storm. Amid the screams of Shishen, the onmyojis also fell down. The wooden knife in Wei Yuan's palm easily slayed the monsters called Shishen, but in fact monsters, and the sleeves were dyed. Blood, eyes indifferent.

At this time, the basic goal of being responsible for gaining time has also been achieved.

There are more than dozens of large-scale onmyojis that work together, transforming into a mana state like a dragon.

He directly roared towards Wei Yuan's back and slaughtered him.

A Xuan exclaimed and wanted to step forward to help, but he couldn't get close to Wei Yuan, so he could only be anxious. This is purely controlling the yin and yang two qi and evolving the five elements into a great supernatural power. In the onmyoji's joyful eyes, there is an onmyoji. With the death order, the two Shikigami were mad to kill Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan cut horizontally with a knife in his right hand.

It was obviously a wooden knife, but it uttered a low whistle.

Two heads with ghost horns were severed.

At this time, what was gathered purely by the blue light, only the dragon's head was almost three meters high, stretched its body, almost completely enveloped Wei Yuan, whistling and whistling the soul of the soul. .

Wei Yuan just pointed towards the back a little bit, just falling on the center of the Jiaolong's eyebrows.

For an instant, Jiaolong's roar stopped abruptly.

Then little by little, it collapsed into nothingness. The blue starlight was radiant and desperate, and slowly collapsed. Wei Yuan turned his head, the wooden knife in his hand slowly slashed across the ground, the surrounding stars overflowed, and there were two behind him. Shikigami fell to the sky, no more sound.

Seventy-two Earth's evil righteousness——

Ban gas.

How can it be called Frectification just by simply accumulating mana, and where can it be called supernatural power?

In the extremely suppressed atmosphere, the last trace of tune disappeared. The misty and rainy scenery of Jiangnan Road that originally stood above the shrine also slowly disappeared. Wei Yuan raised his eyes slightly, and the line in front of him was behind. Monk Yin Yang Liao only felt cold in his hands and feet.

The wooden knife touched the ground, slowly crossed that line, and said flatly:

"Those who cross this line."

"dead."

Then he cast a look at A Xuan, turned around with the knife, and walked slowly towards the inside of the shrine. The Onmyoji in the Yin Yang Lao thought it was just a bait and a trap, so he dared not move until he saw the man. Having gone away, still just a figure from the back, an onmyoji looks slightly changed.

He gritted his teeth, holding the Yin and Yang symbol, and stepped across this line.

The sound of a sword sounded, as if from between heaven and earth.

Everyone just felt that the hairs were rising.

In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky, and the Onmyoji who dared to cross this line fell directly up to the sky, dripping with blood, and a layer of brilliant blood was spread in the back. Everyone was terrified, and they didn't dare anymore. Forward.

Can only watch that figure walk into it.

When Wei Yuan found Soldier Soul and Red Embroidered Shoes, the conditions of the two were not too good.

A sword with an air of strength, directly shattered the remnant soul that wanted to besiege the two in the end. The soul of the Qi family's army rarely has that kind of energetic and hearty feeling. The broken sword in his hand has completely turned into a qi at this moment. The family knife, folded his fists in both hands and bowed in a salute, and said with a simple smile:

"Fortunately not insulting my life."

Wei Yuan swept over the fallen corpses around him, stretched out his hand and patted him on the shoulder, and then backhanded out what Zhang Ruosu had prepared for him. The sword aura whistled, the gust of wind rose suddenly, swept the sword aura like frost, and overflowed from the body around the self-defense Yuan.

There is the most important thing to do.

Until more than an hour later.

The gang of Onmyojis finally crossed that line under various pressures.

The person in charge of Tokyo's Yin Yang Liao and the person in charge of the shrine are here.

It is not correct to say that they crossed the line. In fact, the flames of the earth evil method have drained the flames of the sky and dissipated naturally, so they all left here.

It can be said that they did not cross this line in the end, but bypassed this line and entered the shrine from the other three directions.

They hurriedly walked into the shrine, ignoring the main shrine where the gods were enshrined.

Not to take a look at the worship hall where ordinary people visit.

I ran straight to the forbidden area that even the people of Sakurajima were not allowed to enter, and enshrined many important memorial tablets. The person in charge of the new shrine was an old man. He said endlessly: "Do you know how important this is? Me? You must appeal your malfeasance!"

They hurriedly opened the door and rushed into the hall, only to take a quick glance.

Then he completely lost his language ability.

The corpses lying all over the floor, the books and tablets that were originally protected with incomparable preciousness, are piled up together, burned into ashes by flames, and full of black ruins, but this is not what makes everyone confused. This is the Lingxi Book. Feng'an Temple is the most noble place in the whole look.

And on the wall in this temple.

The original decoration was lost there, and it was burned in flames and turned black.

Names are engraved on them.

Liu Ershun, Wang Jinyu, Wang Manshan.

Hao Yuming, Hu Yuankui, Han Jinling.

Sun Mingwu, Teng Jiushou, Liu Sanchun...

It is densely packed, strokes and strokes, all portrayed by sword aura, hundreds of thousands, densely distributed in this place, silent, silent, but there is a solemn aura, just overlooking these people, Looking down at those war criminals who were turned into ashes, it made people breathe a little harder and could not speak.

The old priest shook his palm and said angrily: "What is this, what is this?!"

He stretched out his hand to break this place, but before he got even closer, the wall exuded a powerful sword aura that almost tore him to pieces. The old man's face was pale, startled back, and he said angrily: "This is the Sakurajima Holy Land, you guys. Push this down!"

But no one can tear it down.

They personally demolished this Lingxi Book Feng'an Temple, no one had the courage, and immediately they realized a rather cruel question and decision, that is, whether to repair this Yasukuni Shrine again, if not, then use this Sakurajima almost became a joke under the bad influence of this incident.

And if repaired.

If repaired...

Wouldn't it be that the place where sacrifices were made to the heroic souls was suppressed by this stone stele full of names?

So, what is it that worships?

A Xuan understood Wei Yuan's look, and quietly left there relying on the spell, and then circled a big circle. On a low mountain, he saw Wei Yuan, and Wei Yuan took off the blood-stained mask. He picked up a gourd of wine brought back from China, and walked forward slowly.

The military soul of Qi's army, and the child with red embroidered shoes, followed Wei Yuan.

Wei Yuan was carrying the wooden knife. He suffered some injuries, but he didn't seem to care.

A Xuan hurried to catch up, breathing quickly, he sighed, and cast a spell to heal the injury on Wei Yuan's shoulder and arm. While healed, he quietly said: "Master Wei, is the matter over?"

"Things here are over, let's go to Kyoto."

The young Taoist saw that the guardian master, who was obviously gentle and polite, seemed a little surprised.

Then smiled and replied:

"Why are you so anxious?"

"what?!"

"Obon, but there are still five days..."

"what!!!"

A Xuan was stunned before reacting, his palms trembled, and his face cried and said:

"Five, five days?"

Wei Yuan smiled after seeing gains and losses, and comforted him:

"Don't worry, I don't plan to do something similar for the past five days."

"Really?"

The little Taoist's eyes were bright, then he was alert for an instant, and said, "What about five days from now?"

The Master Wei Guan was surprised, and immediately just smiled without saying a word.

A Xuan's forehead twitched.

A face was crying, almost sighing up to the sky.

Brother! ! !

What should I do? !

Wei Yuan waited for the little Taoist priest to deal with his injury, and slowly stood up and walked forward. The little Taoist kept turning back on the road, but Wei Yuan did not ask. He knew that the red dress was also behind him and the others. It was Wan Qiniang's last obsession, which was about to dissipate.

But there is no turning back.

She no longer had the obsession of being a Li Gui, nor the obsession of being Wan Qiniang.

The look on his face was blank and sluggish.

Sometimes sober, sometimes confused.

Finally stopped, no longer stepping to follow Wei Yuan and the others, and the body slowly began to dissipate.

Wei Yuan stopped.

He was a few steps away in front of Wan Qiniang, fell silent, and took off the stopper of the wine gourd in his hand. The strong smell of strong liquor is the wine of Shenzhou. He drank slowly and muttered a few words to himself. A Xuan couldn't hear clearly. When he wanted to ask, Wei Yuan didn't answer. He just smiled freely, raised his hand to hold the wooden knife, and threw it back. The wind roared, and the wooden knife pierced through the air.

He took a sip of wine on his back and said, "Not enough drinks, forgive me."

"Next time, bring good wine!"

Raise your hand and toss the wine gourd directly.

There was a flow of wind, enveloping the rich aroma of wine, but Wei Yuan did not look back, patted the young Taoist, and A Xuan strode forward, the latter still turning back frequently, the familiar aroma of wine made it should have been Wan Qiniang, who was beginning to dissipate, raised her eyes slightly and saw Wei Yuan and A Xuan walking in the shadows, the latter only reaching the shoulders of the former, and she was turning her head and persuading with all her heart.

The aroma of wine is memory.

She was in a daze and saw those young people of the same age and spirited a hundred years ago, walking in the shadows, saving lives, and then, he saw Wei Yuan and A Xuan walking out of the shadows and walking under the sun, walking calmly.

The same vigorous spirit, the same youth flying.

Walking in the light.

The red-clothed woman widened her eyes and smiled on her blank face, but she shed tears.

A Xuan pulled Wei Yuan's cuffs and said, "Master Wei, there is someone in the back, there really is, that's the soul."

"You look back."

When he turned around, he had already disappeared the faint red dress.

"You guys knock down this wall!"

"Don't push? Well, if you dare not push, go and erase all those names!"

"Didn't you understand?!"

Among the shrines, the old man from the shrine clan looked angrily at the stone monument over there, seeing that no one dared to do anything, the more irritated, he had to fetch something and smashed it before he did it. Before he had time to try, suddenly the sky cleared. The voice sounded, and everyone hadn't reacted yet, and a cold light fell.

The old man was reaching out to touch the names, his throat hurt, and blood was splashing under the names engraved on the wall.

On the black wall ~www.mtlnovel.com~under the white name, it looks like a blood-colored flower presented.

A sword stuck upside down in the corner.

The old man widened his eyes, covered his throat, leaned forward, fell to his knees, and died of anger, as if he was kowtow. This scene made the surrounding onmyoji stiff, afraid to move, only feeling cold.

Then, the breeze came slowly, and a pot of wine fell, falling beside the blood-colored flower, the kneeling man, and the sharp sword.

It's a good wine from my hometown.

Indeed, there is nothing more suitable for offering sacrifices to heroic souls.

Wei Yuan murmured.

And drink!

ps: Today's update, five thousand six hundred words, split into a chapter, two thousand eight hundred words, although the number of words is not many, but...it is quite, not easy to write... the names are real, not compiled.

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