Museum of Demons Chapter 441

People of later generations, have you ever heard of the highest ritual when people in the past offered sacrifices to the God of Water?

If you don't know, I'll talk to you.

Choose a good day and auspicious day.

What day is it?

The best is the birthday of the legendary water god.

Then, near the turning point of the water, a nine-story high platform was built with white soil to hold the most precious sacrifices. For the water god, people in the tribal and ancient times can get it. There is only one kind of the highest sacrifice.

A child who matches the date of birth.

Wipe the body with vanilla.

Put on prosperous clothes.

Standing on a high platform in a mysterious ballad chanting.

"You will be the pride of the whole family."

"Go and serve the gods."

"After you go, we will set up a sacrifice for you, and your parents will take good care of it."

"Everyone knows that there will be such a story. You are a person who sacrificed yourself voluntarily to deal with the flood...how kind."

The water was surging, and those elders and people bowed down sincerely and respectfully, hoping that they would be able to resolve the disaster in their hometown.

Children in costumes are treated as saints.

The wrists and ankles were tied with twine, even with stones.

Why are saints and pride treated like this?

Because even those who say such things know it.

Everyone wants to live.

In the past, it seems to be a scene that I have seen in the past flying by.

The figure holding the umbrella looked at the city in front of him plainly. The original wide and flat streets are now full of stopped cars. These modern technological creations can no longer perform their duties at this moment. The umbrella holders calmly move forward. , So water waves and wind were set off, and the water level of the river flowing through the city also began to soar.

In the East China Sea.

Wei Yuan watched the Fu Lu slowly dissipating in front of him.

Gonggong's surface consciousness turned into a tall man.

Wei Yuan's height is not low, but Gonggong is much taller than him. It looks at least two meters tall, but it gives people a slender and handsome feeling, as if this figure is just right. Gonggong moved his wrist. There was a slight smile on his face.

Wei Yuan narrowed his eyes, looked at Yuanjue and Lady Bai, letting them wait here.

"Don't worry, we will come as soon as we go."

"It shouldn't take too much time."

"You are here."

Yuanjue said worriedly: "Master of the Guardian..."

Wei Yuan coughed a few times, and said calmly: "I will accompany you to work together and go see the world."

Shui Shen Gonggong laughed: "These few words are a bit bold."

"Weird, weird, if you had such a personality back then, then I shouldn't have any impression of it anyway."

Wei Yuan just replied: "People can change."

"Everything experienced will make people change."

Gong Gong was noncommittal, moved his wrists, and slightly clasped his five fingers. Then a thousand winds surged, Wei Yuan's eyes were slightly constricted, and he left the depths of the East China Sea where he was just now.

The impact that Yuanjue and White Lady saw was even greater.

Because it is not high-speed movement.

It directly exchanged the 'water' here and there, including the things in the water.

The move was lightly weighted.

In terms of Buddhism, it may only be described as 'the only Dharma on this side and the other side'.

Even if it is a monk's character, witnessing such a method without the slightest smoke and smoke, it still takes a long time to come back to his senses, and he whispers with emotion:

"Amitabha…"

"Is this the God of Water."

"The so-called Buddha's supernatural powers in the legends compiled by the Pure Land School are probably not as good as that."

By the time the water surface was broken, Wei Yuan had already seen the city and the crevices between the mountains and the sea in the sky-even if he killed Tang Lu, these crevices did not recover naturally. This was normal, as if someone had smashed it through. The door, even if you find a way to break the robber, that door will not recover by itself because the robber is shot.

And therefore, at this moment, Shenzhou has a vague tendency to separate from the rest of the country.

Gonggong looked at the modern high-rise buildings and the steel jungle, his face seemed a little surprised, and said: "...is this a modern human tribe?"

"It's not a tribe, it's a city."

"City... Oh, yes, in my sleepy era, your house was still very low and ordinary, at least the place where most people live is low and simple, and there are even many people who live in caves. It's just a mere thousands of years, but it has developed to what it is now, which is very good."

Gonggong's tone was quite admiring.

Then the conversation turned around and said: "It makes me want to bring Shenzhou back into theocratic rule."

Wei Yuan said: "The God-governed Shenzhou..."

Gong Gong raised his eyebrows: "Heh... I still don't approve, right?"

Wei Yuan looked at the modern city under the mist and rain, thought for a while, and replied: "If it is a spiritual rule, after five thousand years, maybe we still live in a stone house, at most, it is just a more beautiful stone. The house, and will never develop to the present level."

"But the most beautiful cave is also a cave."

Gong Gong said: "There is no more God, and even abandon God."

"Is that why you have developed to the present in just five thousand years?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while, but only replied, "Five thousand years, it's a long time."

Gong Gong said flatly: "Really?"

He looked at the mist and rain in the distance:

"For God, five thousand years is just a slightly longer dream."

One person, one **** almost immediately discovered the most fundamental difference in thinking between the two of them. After a moment of silence, Wei Yuan changed the subject and asked, "You said, the **** of Jiangnan Province is a traitor?"

"good."

"Then who is he?"

Gong Gong did not answer, only said: "You will know when the time comes."

"Yes?"

After Wei Yuan meditated to no avail, he asked, "Then what will you do to him?"

Gong Gong laughed, looked at Wei Yuan, and asked:

"How would you treat traitors?"

This topic was cut off again, and the existence of a certain water **** captured the spirituality of the yellow turban warrior Wei Yuan left behind. The yellow turban warrior was based on the imprint of the true spirit in the sky. Erasing the spirit is equivalent to killing the yellow turban warrior in the true sense.

But because of this, Wei Yuan was able to grasp the position of the water **** at the moment and rushed straight away.

At this moment, the entire Jiangnan Road is shrouded in endless mist and rain. The rain can hardly be described by raindrops, but a series of pale white needles, densely inserted into the Jiangnan Road. The water level was originally caused by the autumn rain during this period. The ascending rivers danced like snakes and poisonous dragons.

Wei Yuan was in a daze before his eyes, always feeling that where he had seen this scene before.

The water is flooded with Jinshan?

He recalled what Yuanjue and White Lady had said about his previous life.

From a distance, I saw a figure holding an umbrella in the water.

The true spirit of the Yellow Turban Warrior was taken under the umbrella.

Wei Yuan did not hesitate. He breathed out a breath, suppressed the pain caused by cancerous cells in his body, and drew an iron eagle sword in his palm. The iron eagle sword shook and screamed. The water **** sensed the evil qi, stopped his movement, and the surrounding water flow. Surge and roar.

Wei Yuan cut out with a sword, and the opponent raised his hand to stop it with an umbrella.

The huge roar was almost like thunder.

The surrounding rain and rivers seemed to have their own spirituality, turning into chains and weapons to instantly attack Wei Yuan.

Obviously, Wei Yuan's appearance has not been able to conceal the opponent.

Wei Yuan glanced at the torrential rain around him, and the rain continued to form extremely thin lines.

I am afraid that when I stepped into the huge rain curtain covering the south of the Yangtze River, my own existence was already noticed... My mind moved slightly, and the sword shook his hand. The sword energy rolled across like thunder, and the rain curtain suddenly stopped. There was a crack in the cuffs of the umbrella holder, and he stepped back.

With one move, Wei Yuan judged that the opponent's close combat was not as good as himself.

But the gods are powerful, and this is not the only reason.

Successive attacks have already gained the upper hand.

When Wei Yuan was about to continue his moves to establish the victory, he suddenly heard a faint shout.

Behind it is a bridge, and under the bridge is the raging river at the moment.

A vehicle was stuck on the bridge.

Wei Yuan only glanced at it and saw the conspicuous color of the primary school bus, and there were more than one, densely packed on the newly built bridge. At this time, the bridge surface showed a pale color, accompanied by the bridge. The roaring river surging below, almost like some kind of ritual.

There are children on the school bus.

Once washed into the water flow under the bridge, this height and river depth are almost impossible to survive.

'Do you know what is the best sacrifice for the God of Water? '

Faintly, there seemed to be a voice whispering.

There was almost no hesitation. The sword in Wei Yuan's palm was originally urged by the power of thunder, but now it turned into a light sword style, taking advantage of the trend to force the man with the umbrella back, and then appeared on the bridge, almost at the same time, Ben The extremely swift river erupted frantically.

The wave slapped, almost smashing the entire bridge.

At least watching from the side at this moment, the young man holding the sword is too small under the huge waves of the river.

Wei Yuan was in a trance.

Floods, waves, and crying children.

Have you experienced this scene in the same way?

In an instant, a blurry picture flashed in front of you. It was the city of the Song Dynasty, the willows and swallows in the south of the Yangtze River, and then? It was the river that swallowed everything familiar, and there was no hesitation to shoot, blocking the river with a sword...

Will it die?

Are you afraid of death?

The last thoughts and thoughts that had ever emerged naturally appeared in the mind.

How can you be afraid of death?

The death of a big man is dead, and he deserves to be ashamed of himself. The prodigal son of Jiangnan died in Jiangnan. It is already a great fortune. What pity and regret are there?

I thought this way...

But I thought of the way she would cry if she saw my body.

I suddenly felt a little guilty.

And the figure of a young girl in a red dress appeared in his heart in an instant.

It's blurry, and it disappears almost instantly.

But Wei Yuan's heart stabbed slightly.

Even with a feeling of loneliness, his sword was lagging for a moment, and at this moment, the entire wave had been knocked down, and the current rushed like thunder, crashing down with a majestic force, just like the weight of the year. Now, the thief blocked the river with a sword, died of exhaustion, holding the umbrella, the water **** closed his eyes, looked calm, turned and left, but after only a few steps, he suddenly heard a slight voice.

The voice grew louder and stronger.

That is Jianming.

and also…

The wind!

The pupil of the water **** holding the umbrella shrinks slightly.

The howling wind seemed to come from above the nine heavens. He suddenly turned his head, and the scene that was the same as the water flooding the golden mountains in the past, ushered in a completely different ending in this world-a sword light swept across, and the waves were chopped by life. Then the breeze circulated and spread violently, and the rain seemed to lose its gravity in an instant, but it was stuck in the air, and the sky reflected in every drop of rain could almost be seen clearly.

then,

Wei Yuan clasped his left hand with five fingers.

The storm spread violently with it at its core.

The rain was swept away by the wind in an instant, collided with the rain curtain, and burst into large white sprays.

The Umbrella Water God was forced by Qi, stepped back and frowned.

The strength of the swordsman in front of him exceeded his expectations.

There is no plan to entangle, decisively, raise his hand to protect the water. According to the plan, the entire Jiangnan Dao water system will be violent in an instant. The rushing water in the Yangtze River and the heavy rain falling from the sky will directly envelop Jiangnan Dao in his eyes. The look is calm and indifferent, and the winner is in hand.

The power of time is something no monk can stop.

The courage of a mere man.

How can it be better than my thousand-year plan?

For a full thousand years, in these thousand years, how many attempts, how many layouts, all the omissions and possibilities have been anticipated, and all the possibilities have also been prepared. The solution is done for today.

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The umbrella water **** who was called a traitor by the co-workers muttered to himself in his heart, the umbrella in his palm was slightly lifted, and his gaze moved forward.

Want to see your opponent clearly.

So I saw the young man wearing black and red clothes slowly retracting his sword.

Then I saw the tall and handsome man behind him, and saw the corners of the other party's mouth curl up, showing a slight smile.

The thoughts of the person holding the umbrella are stagnant.

God of Water · Gonggong.

PS: The buffer chapter, the third more...

Three thousand eight hundred words

After the ball is over, the work and rest return directly to the underworld time. Go to bed early and go to bed early, hoping to adjust your work and rest back, and lie down...see if you can adjust your work and rest during this period of time, or you won't be able to eat it, sigh...

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