Museum of Demons Chapter 45

　　 The low roar echoed in the workshop.

Zhang Yue's face was full of madness. If it were not for Wei Yuan's sword, he would have rushed to bite on the latter's neck. The original body, which had no abnormality, made Wei Yuan's eyes a little strange. Pain, Zhang Yue has been completely demonized, lost his reason, only instinct and desire for flesh and blood are left.

　　 Wei Yuan thought of Zhang Xiaoyu's plea and closed his eyes.

When I opened my eyes, the expression in the eyes had turned cold, the sword's edge trembled, and a burst of energy directly shook Zhang Yue, stepping heavily on Zhang Yue's chest. Under his physique that had gradually surpassed that of a mortal, a demonized chapter. Yue Shengsheng was kicked a few meters away.

　　 The eight-faced sword in his hand chased after it, and when it fell, he no longer showed mercy.

　　 The way that can really make swordsmanship advance by leaps and bounds is undoubtedly actual combat.

Wei Yuan's current swordsmanship is much stronger than he was at the beginning. The swordsmanship is fierce, and the moves are all rushing to fight for life. It is not comparable to the original Zhang Yue, the embarrassed demon. After returning to his senses, his complexion changed, and he repeatedly urged Jin Ling to make Zhang Yue's offensive more and more crazy.

　　 Wei Yuan slashed with a sword, and Zhang Yue crossed his arms and wiped it past, bursting out a string of sparks.

Then he stepped back in an instant, stepped on a gust of breeze under his feet, and appeared in front of the demon road in a blink of an eye. It swung around and swept, and the sword's edge trembled and screamed. Not good at close combat, retreating again and again.

　　 The eight-faced man sword was cut to his waist, and a string of talisman paper was scattered.

　　 cut a wound on the waist of the man.

　　 The sword is endless, the momentum is endless, Wei Yuan pulls out the sword with his left hand, and after the sweep, he stabs forward.

　　 Broken sword pointed directly at the center of the eyebrows.

　　The old Taoist priest retreated, but now he couldn't avoid the swords.

But without waiting for the move to be used, the bad wind whistling behind him, Zhang Yue roared and smashed up, Wei Yuan had to roll and avoid, the move blocked backwards, there was a loud clank, Wei Yuan took the move abruptly, plus Because of the halfway strength, I only felt a burst of sweetness in the lungs for a while, and the two swords forced Zhang back more and more as he forced his breath to make a sound.

　　 It's just that Zhang Yue's palm tore, or he risked a crack in his clothes.

　　 If his footwork is a little worse, he may have to get hurt.

　　 The old Taoist priest had been greatly frightened, and he backed away in embarrassment, shaking the golden bell again and again, and his voice was severe:

　　 "Kill him, kill him!"

　　 "Where is the five-way warrior, come to protect the law, come to protect the law!"

The workshop was dark and gloomy for a while, and many evil spirits sprang out from behind the old Taoist priest, all wearing ancient military uniforms, and a few wearing armors and hunting with banners. They looked like elites. Wei Yuan took the broken sword back. , Picked up the Posha Zhuxie Talisman in his left hand and stroked the sword on his body, the sword aura was magnificent.

　　 Those many ghost soldiers have no ghost commander, and they don't become a climate.

I used to gush out in the villa before, and was beaten hurriedly by Wei Yuan's demon-powered sword Qi Yufeng. Now I saw this short-haired Taoist raise his talisman and draw his sword again, his whole body was full of evil spirits. Dare to go, the old Taoist is anxious, and he urges the runes again and again, but these ghost soldiers are now in loose sand, you go up and I will come down, go up here and back up there.

　　The old Taoist priest's Taoism was broken, but there is no way to drive it normally.

　　 At the moment, he shook Jin Ling violently, and Zhang Yue acted as a ghost general.

　　 There is a yellow talisman on the artifact, but the spell on it is not cinnabar, but human blood.

　　 The Three Souls and Seven Souls of Zhang Yue were trapped in this magic weapon.

　　 Drive the flesh with the soul.

　　The old Taoist priest hurriedly shouted:

　　 "Five ghosts, quickly listen to my dispatch, protect the law and kill the enemy!"

　　 But this time Zhang Yue did not move.

　　The voice of the old Taoist priest was stern and hurried: "Five ghosts, quickly follow the orders!!"

　　 "Quickly listen to the order!"

Zhang Yue's movements were always stiff. Wei Yuan followed his gaze and saw that his clothes had just been torn apart by the strong wind. Most of a string of pendants were exposed and hung outside, while Zhang Yue's gaze was fixed. Looking at that string of pendants, his eyes widened, although he did not restore his sanity, he was already in tears.

　　 The old Taoist priests also noticed this.

　　 His eyes flashed, and blood spurted out of his mouth, forcibly controlling many ghost soldiers to kill Wei Yuan.

　　 At the same time, a dim light flashed among many ghost soldiers.

He himself ran towards the struggling Zhang Yue, only hating that he had just retreated from the attack of those two swords, and now he was farther away from Zhang Yue. Wei Yuan raised his hand with the eight-faced sword in his hand, and the situation was urgent. Levering the demon power, slashing the sword horizontally, the sword aura mixed with the violent wind, repelled these many ghost soldiers.

　　The wide sword in his palm was horizontal, and only a sharp ding sound was heard, and a long green needle hit the sword directly.

　　 The green needle turned into a blue venomous snake, bypassing the sword and bit into Wei Yuan's palm.

　　The sword light of the broken sword flashed by, directly cutting the snake into two pieces.

But at this time, the cunning and old Taoist had rushed to Zhang Yue's side, bit his finger, and the blood on the fingertips was placed behind Zhang Yue's back. It was a vicious blood spell, fighting head-on. That old Taoist was definitely not Wei Yuan's opponent, but on the other hand, The Taoist practice is to start the altar, but Wei Yuan can't compare with this old Zuo Dao.

　　 just in a blink of an eye, but the talisman is completed, and the talisman is dropped immediately, and the blood talisman is completed.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his hand to grab the pendant, and threw it towards Zhang Yue abruptly, lifting his palm to protect against the wind. At this moment, the demon power wrapped a disaster-eliminating and evil-expelling talisman, mixed with the pendant and fell in front of Zhang Yue, shouting angrily:

　　 "Little fish is still waiting for you to go back!"

　　The old Taoist priest took the last step and said: "Ramp up!"

　　 Disaster and exorcism charm burned to ashes.

　　 And Zhang Yue's demon aura is more dense and thick, and it has reached the point where Wei Yuan feels pressure.

　　 faintly behind the tiger roaring and the birds rising up.

　　The old Taoist sneered and waved the golden bell, driven by three souls and seven souls, he calmly said:

　　 "Five ghosts, catch that man and me quickly!"

Zhang Yue yelled, and then turned around abruptly. Under the gaze of Weiyuan holding the sword, he swallowed the old Taoist like crazy. He grabbed the old Taoist's arm with his palm, and bit down his sharp teeth. Accompanied by a scream, the old Taoist grabbed. Jin Ling's arm was directly bitten off.

　　 The golden bell fell to the ground.

　　 The demonized Zhang Yue frantically bites the old Taoist priest.

　　 Accompanied by a panic and low drink, the old Taoist priest's clothes collapsed, leaving only a small figure woven of black withered grass, full of evil spirits. It's just split from the center of the eyebrows, and the evil spirits on it have also dispersed.

　　 Protect against disasters for death.

Wei Yuan recognized this technique, but there was the blood of the old Taoist priest who had just been chopped off on the sword, and the trace of the thousands of miles was there. The old Taoist would definitely not run far. Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Yue, and the demonized Zhang seemed crazy. , Gnawing frantically and tearing the broken arm, swallowing his stomach.

　　 When the Ming Dynasty finally came down, most of the arm had been eaten.

　　 Zhang Yue's expression changed, and he retched violently.

Then he fell to the ground, with his blood and a ray of soul in the golden bell. Now he had bitten the old Taoist priest. This technique was directly reversed. Zhang Yue trembled and touched his face and the scales on his arm. The white fluff between the scales opened his mouth, tears streaming down his face.

　　 Finally, stern trombone.

　　 Wei Yuan was speechless, bent down and picked up the blood-stained pendant.

　　 Zhang looked at his hand and felt the instinctive desire for human flesh and blood. He burst into tears and looked at Wei Yuan:

　　 "Little fish she..."

　　 Wei Yuan said: "She's okay."

　　 The voice paused, and said: "She said she doesn't blame you anymore."

Zhang Yue touched the pendant and laughed, but he shed tears, wiped the tears, put the pendant aside, looked at Wei Yuan who hadn't moved away, saw the broken sword pinned to his waist, and said:" Brother, borrow your sword and use it."

　　 Wei Yuan was speechless, pulled out the sharp weapon backhand and threw it to Zhang Yue.

　　 The broken sword stuck to the ground.

Zhang Yue drew out the sword, inserted his backhand into his arm, his face pale, and then with a low growl, he pried up the inhuman scales one by one, threw them to the ground, and scraped off the white fluff that had grown up with the sword blade. After removing the scales, it was already **** and bloody, and then I removed the left arm in turn, removing the white fluff on the face~www.mtlnovel.com~ It looks bloody, but it looks like a person.

Zhang Yue held the sword in both hands and returned it to Wei Yuan, then staggered to his feet, crushed the golden bell with one foot, and burst into tears: "Brother...I am not a monster, right, I am not a monster, I am a man, I am It's a person..."

　　 "I beg you, please, save the little fish."

　　 "She is so young, she doesn't know anything, I just want her to be alive, I just want her to be alive."

　　 The man burst into tears, kowtow to the ground, his palms firmly pulling Wei Yuan's trouser legs.

　　 Wei Yuan raised his hand to help, and then paused.

　　 Qi machine is gone.

Zhang Yue did not want to be a man-eating monster. He took the initiative to smash the golden bell of his life. He had already lost his breath, and his soul was eaten away by the evil arts. He was still holding the pendant tightly with his palm, and Wei Yuan leaned over and held the pendant. He picked it up, put it on his chest, paused, holding the yellow symbol in his hand, and said slowly:

　　 "The Supreme Edict, super lonely soul, all ghosts and charms, four lives with grace."

　　 "Those who have a head are super, those who have no head rise up, kill with a gun and a knife, dive and hang a rope."

　　 "Dying in the dark, injustice and perversion, the creditor's enemy, begging for life."

　　 "To save the others, to surpass the lives in a hurry, to save the others, to surpass the lives."

　　 Zhang Yue's obsession slowly dissipated.

　　 The palm of his hand was still holding Wei Yuan firmly, and Wei Yuan said:

　　 "Don't worry, Xiaoyu has never done evil... I will try my best to find a good place for her."

　　 After making a profit, it really loosened.

　　 Wei Yuan turned and crossed Zhang Yue.

　　 Raised his hand and drew his sword.

　　 murderous.

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