Museum of Demons Chapter 235

Under the desperate gaze of Qingyan Mogi.

A Xuan and Wei Yuan turned and left.

When going down the mountain, Wei Yuan raised his right hand under the cover of the broad road robe, firmly grasped A Xuan's arm, and stabilized his body. The young Daoist was startled and noticed Wei Yuan's weakness at the moment, and did not say anything. Just quietly raised his hand to hold on.

Wei Yuan whispered: "Go slowly."

"Don't worry."

"Ok."

Along the way, he met He Mao Xingluo and his party.

Wei Yuan nodded politely. He Mao Xingluo watched the two Taoists leave, one big and one small. He was silent, but took a step back and looked back in Fuyue's direction. The horrible scene made him lost for a while. Language ability.

The violent flames and thunder, engulfed by sword aura, did not flow down the mountain, but rose into the sky.

The lava rushed into the clouds and mist, causing a thunderstorm.

When it fell, it had turned into pure volcanic ash.

At this moment, the thunder and fire directly enveloped the entire Mount Fuji. Wei Yuan obeyed the agreement with Zhang Ruosu and returned to the fire with the return wind engraved on the scabbard, limiting the scope to the transcendental world. The falling lava never broke through the Fuji Five Lakes and Onmyoji. The blockade of the enchantment did not spread to the city.

However, it is conspicuous to the extreme because of this, as long as you look up in the night, you can see the crimson in the distance.

Qualitatively, this is of course just an extraordinary conflict.

But in all aspects of influence, it far exceeds this.

He Mao Xingluo raised his hand, covered his eyes, and there was a painful low noise in his throat.

This kind of influence is worse than a hundred years ago, when the young Taoist pierced through the Sakurajima Transcendent Realm with a sword and snatched the wine for the Amaterasu Festival.

The first mountain, symbolizing the freedom and solemnity of Sakurajima, the unique high mountain was transformed into a furious mountain god, surrounded by flames and thunder. Tonight, it is destined that the faith of many people will collapse.

This sword cut through the holy mountain in everyone's hearts.

And when the Taoist priest walked by, he didn't have the courage to make a move.

After more than a hundred years of practice, when faced with the same scene, he found that he was still the same child. He held his mind, looked around, and said in a deep voice, "Go help and minimize Fuyue's influence as much as possible. ."

"Yes!"

Everyone hurried to that direction.

He Mao Xingluo's heart was a bit heavy.

With more than one hundred years of cultivation, he is known as the Great Onmyoji, and astrology divination is originally a strong point.

At this time, he earnestly hoped that he was not good at this type of magic.

suddenly.

A sharper roar erupted than the vastness of thunder. Even though it was still a while before Fuyue, many onmyojis felt the trembling of the ground under their feet. When they shook, they almost became unstable. He Mao Xingluo finally managed to stabilize. Body.

I heard someone yelling in exclamation:

"mountain?!"

"The mountain is moving!"

He Mao Xingluo's complexion changed suddenly, and he raised his head suddenly to see that Mount Fuji was still shrouded in violent thunder and flames, because the flames themselves continued to gush upwards, and the thunder and lava that swelled the sky and the earth collided with each other. At this moment, a huge cloud suddenly rose up beside him When its body is fully stretched out, it is no worse than the flames.

Eight heads and eight tails, with sixteen pale yellow vertical pupils, coldly overlooking the world.

The terrifying monster roars with its head up, its head devours lava, flames, thunder, wind, heavy rain, bright moon, starlight, and its scales emit powerful power fluctuations, and then frantically attacked Sakurajima's symbolic Fuyue.

Only the roar of the fierce beast in the quiet night.

He Mao Xingluo stopped, his expression weak.

"...Yaqi Orochi?"

In the entire Sakurajima legend, the most famous and powerful **** of evil.

The calamity surpassing the big tengu, the golden-faced white fox, and the Jiu Tun boy

And when he was desperate, a figure soared out of Fuyue Mountain. It was an elegant man wearing a robe and a few long beards, but his eyes were angry, destroying the overall temperament.

After Wei Yuan and A Xuan descended from the mountain, they rushed towards the bay at the fastest speed according to Wei Yuan's request. When they were halfway through, Wei Yuan's mana recovered a little bit, resisting the pain of the meridians, and used it. With the technique of imperial wind, A Xuan was wrapped around and rushed towards the destination.

He asked the disciples of the Heavenly Master's Mansion to help prepare a small boat.

Now the whole Sakurajima is in a mess.

No one said hello in advance because of this.

So there was no preparation at all.

The Onmyoji and the monks wanted to rescue Mount Fuji. Let alone the beauty, the symbolic significance is too great. It is absolutely impossible for this mountain to be destroyed by thunder and fire at such a special time as it is today, and Yaqi Orochi The appearance of Sakurajima made all Gao Xiu of Sakurajima at a loss.

The monster of the legendary Sakurajima Shindai suddenly appeared in a period of mysterious retreat.

They were in a dream for a while.

Even a little confused, whether this is reality or a nightmare.

When Wei Yuan stepped on the ship, he seemed to notice something and turned his head slightly.

Naturally, he couldn't see the changes taking place over Fuyue with his eyesight.

But with the monk's perception, he can feel the violent fluctuations and changes in the spiritual energy of the heavens and the earth. As the last generation of Sangliu bloodline, Yaqi Orochi has just been crazy enough to absorb the power of lava fire and the power of heaven and earth thunder. And the inherently toxic power.

And the enemy.

Able to suppress Xiangliu's enemies with his own power.

only one.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, but as if through the collision of vitality changes, through the flow of wind, he perceives the person who is fighting with the willow in the sky, the gathering body of Sakurajima's divine nature, one of the strongest true cultivation in the world in the pre-Qin era. The current main **** of Dongying, Tianzhiyuzhong, Xu Xin.

The tone is gentle, like talking to an old friend.

"I found you, Mr. Xu."

Xu Xin and Baqi Orochi directly fought against each other.

One of them was one of the strongest true cultivators in the pre-Qin period, two thousand years of Taoism, immortality, and control of the divinity. The other is the descendant of the evil **** who can be recorded by the name even in the Shenzhou of the gods, and also absorbed the explosion of Fu Yue. Power can be said to be a match for the opponent for a time.

The fighting between the two sides has also led to today's events becoming more and more magnificent.

There is no way to hide it.

The power that Xiang Liu displayed was flames, thunder, storms, and poison.

And Xu Shi, who is the landlord god, also has this extremely powerful power in Sakurajima.

Control earthquakes, flames, storms, and thunder.

Run the power of nature in one world.

Even around his divine body, he evolved a body that was so huge that it was not inferior to that of the Yachi Orochi, emitting a vast golden light. The two behemoths were fighting like this abruptly and frantically here. It was night, but at this moment, it was hundreds of miles away. Bright as day.

The clouds were tumbling, shattered by thunder, and turned into torrential rain.

The torrential rain was caught in the thunder and fire vortex, but it was turned into white gas by transpiration.

Xu Shi's battle didn't care about where it was, which caused the surrounding waves to become more and more majestic. Soon, he could see dots of streamer again. It was the other gods from the entire Sakurajima system that appeared, coming to subdue the Oki Orochi. The Yaqi Orochi fell into the sea, hissing and roaring without fear.

On the boat, the little Taoist A Xuan looked blankly, holding the whisk in his hand and pinching the ground in blue and white with his fingers.

Even if it's the place of projectiles in the eyes of Shenzhou, after all, there have been elixir that can refine and grow the medicine of life and death, the remaining divinity, and the top true cultivation of Shenzhou, against the evil gods of ancient times, if not both sides are considered It is not impossible for the island to sink if the disaster breaks out.

"Sure enough, it's still very strong."

A Xuan heard the sound, turned his head to see Wei Yuan sitting on the deck, facing the direction of the battle, with his eyes closed, but as if he could see everything clearly, the method of impervious water and the method of impervious wind are like breathing. After the show, the whole ship went along the direction of the water to Shenzhou.

But Wei Yuan didn't know when a blank scroll appeared in his hands.

Wei Yuan touched the file lightly with his fingers.

And there is a big riot in Yaqi Orochi, who has been sealed for a long time after being conspired.

Xu Shi also had to use most of the methods.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, perceiving subtle fluctuations, distinguishing Xu Shi's various magical powers and moves, manipulating earthquakes, inducing thunder and wind and fire, and operating the technique of yin and yang. Accompanied by identification, a clear and incomparable trajectory appeared on the dossier. A Xuan saw that it was an ink painting with rough brushstrokes, but with divine will.

On the island, a volcano erupted.

In the air are men in long robes, surrounded by many gods.

While the whirlpool in the water entangled the thunder and fire, a hideous beast with only eight heads raised its head and howled.

Can't beat, at least for now, within the range of Sakurajima.

It is difficult to kill the Yuzhong of this day.

However, Wei Yuan didn't plan to go on such an iron ground at first.

You have to prepare in advance and gather information.

Make a decision and then move.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes and looked at this painting. A Xuan looked at the aftermath of the distant battle in shock. He noticed Wei Yuan's sight and murmured, "Is this the strength of true cultivation?"

"No, this is already a battle of the gods."

Wei Yuan replied: "Before you leave, just watch one last scene."

A Xuan nodded ignorantly, scratched his head, and said in embarrassment:

"I thought at the beginning, Master Wei Guan, you were going to directly let the lava burn all around. Was it just a warning?"

Wei Yuan leaned back and said: "No need, killing is not an end, but a means."

"What's more, Shenzhou and Sakurajima are close, who knows if there are people from Shenzhou under that mountain."

"I don't want to hurt the innocent."

A Xuan thought for a while and asked a question, saying:

"So, do they count as innocent for the atrocities committed by their parents?"

"I think this sentence seems to make sense, but after deep thought, it feels very, very ridiculous."

Wei Yuan sat on the deck, thought for a while, and said:

"It's really bullshit."

"In this way, for example, a man killed hundreds of people and made **** money to make himself rich, and then his daughter and son can use the blood-stained money to eat the best food. Wear the best clothes and get the best education, which was originally needed for other people to survive."

"They feel that they haven't done that kind of sinful thing. They call themselves innocent."

"Do you think they are innocent?"

"A country is no different."

"Resources are fixed and unchanging, so they will only flow. Such a small country has no special products. To have such excellent social welfare as they are now, it deprives the lives of innocent people ten times as much as theirs. With the accumulation of the resources that came, one person ate and ten people died."

"The enemy is using this to kill your ancestors, robbed of the money and resources, and lead a life ten times more luxuriant than you, but out of some ulterior concealment, he stretches out his hand to be your friend and laughs. Long live friendship, we have to let go of the past grievances. You look at the welfare benefits over there, look down at the previous photos at home, you can only throw down the bowl, curse, go to your uncle's friendship long live. "

Wei Yuan put the flying sword on his knees, flicking the sword and whispered:

"For a hundred years of national hatred, the sea is hard to settle."

A Xuan was ignorant, but also faintly felt, "Is this the master of Wei Guan your comprehension?"

Wei Yuan looked at him with a serious expression, jokingly said:

"No, this is called the primitive accumulation of capital."

"what??!"

At this moment, the big snake over there raised his head and roared, saying:

"Where is your contract?!"

The voice roared in anger.

The surrounding gods were horrified, and A Xuan was also at a loss, but Wei Yuan wanted to laugh out loud.

If it is said that Xiangliu who was killed would never believe Wei Yuan, the founder of the ancient covenant rules was Qi, and as a person who had been close to Qi, that Xiangliu would never believe Yuan has no way to circumvent the restrictions of the covenant.

But Wei Yuan felt that he was still very contractual.

He stood up.

After thinking about it, he originally wanted to make a move by himself, but if he made the move by himself, he would definitely attract Xu's attention. It is not the time to fight Xu Jin. For this kind of person, he must have the certainty to kill. He lightly pressed on A Xuan's shoulder and said, "A Xuan, I will teach you a sword technique."

"Want to learn?"

A Xuan was puzzled, but still nodded.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to press on A Xuan's shoulder, and said, "Then, close your eyes."

"Close your eyes?"

"Yes, with this sword technique, you have to close your eyes to really see where you should go."

A Xuan closed his eyes.

Then, because of the warmth from his shoulders, he was able to see that in the darkness, on that piece of land, there were strands of energy light up. These things were entwined and turned into pythons. Converged into a large python, looking back to the west, looking towards the direction of Shenzhou, with a weak posture, but secretly lurking and opening its fangs.

A Xuan was taken aback: "What is this?"

Wei Yuan's tone was soft: "It's the spirit vein, Sakurajima's spirit vein, if according to Shenzhou, it is called the dragon vein."

"But this is not enough."

"Shenzhou no longer has dragon veins, only air luck is left. Sakurajima still has the royal family, so this energy vein is still there."

A Xuan nodded ignorantly when he heard the voice behind him.

Wei Yuan smiled and said, "Now, raise your hand, thinking that you are holding a sword."

"sword?"

"This sword, with the Dao as the front, the'I' as the spine, and the talisman as the blade, can cut the world and be inhumane at the top, and break through the devil path of all things, survival and death, with one mind. You feel this sword. ?"

"Ok."

"Try to hack forward."

The ignorant young Taoist felt Wei Yuan took a picture of himself.

Raised his hand, and pointed out.

The flame traces on the eyebrows suddenly brightened, and then the invisible sword fell, and the snake that symbolized Sakurajima's luck suddenly neighed. The head of the snake that was originally staring at Shenzhou with fangs and mucus turned around in pain, and faced his body. , The luck poured out magnificently, and the whole world seemed to stagnate in an instant.

Wei Yuan opened his eyes.

The wooden hairpin was shattered, and the black hair fell an inch below the shoulder, watching this scene.

If it flows out in this way, the hero of Sakurajima for the next thirty years will be born like a blowout.

But the direction Wei Yuan chose to guide A Xuan's sword was next to Xiang Liu.

The fierce **** was stunned, and immediately reacted. Before the gods, four of the heads violently tore and absorbed the air that had been nurtured in Sakurajima for a long time, swallowed it with a big mouth, contained it in itself, and the other heads. The other gods were forced out by flames, thunder, gusts, and poison.

Finally, Na Xiangliu raised his head and shouted.

The gods held his eight heads.

Suzhan Mingzun was holding the Sky Cloud Sword, and he wanted to chop it down to seal the fierce **** once again.

However, he was directly bitten by the ninth head, and the sky cluster cloud sword was directly broken, and Suzhan Mingzun was swallowed into his abdomen. During the years of mountains and seas, the nine heads were respected. The nine-tailed fox and the eight tails were very different. The same is true for the Xiangliu. The body was once again huge, located in the sea deep, roaring, shaking and dispersing the clouds, so that the dark clouds with thunder surrounded ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and even the gods became the background.

In an unknown place, Wei Yuan sat on the deck with deep moonlight. He calmly watched the scene as if a myth had returned.

Raising his hand, the painted scroll hung in the air with a clattering sound, reflecting a gentle moonlight. A Xuan saw the man raise his hand and pointed his finger down.

Strange power chaos dossier——

Set as-chaos!

An act of rebellion.

With this stroke, the entire scroll seemed to have a charm, and finally Wei Yuan pulled his sleeves back and took it back, turning the scroll into a scroll, falling in Wei Yuan's palm.

"Weird Forces, Chaos and One"

"Looking forward to the next real meeting, Xu Xin."

PS: The first one today............ Four thousand eight hundred words, enough words, a little bit late~

Thank you for the rewards wandering on the bridge, thank you~

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