Museum of Demons

Taiping Road, the strongest...

Lin Li and others, as well as the monks who cultivated Taiping Dao, all looked stunned. They thought of the same possibility almost at the same time, and their thoughts were logical. In this era, the key to practicing Taiping is undoubtedly the strongest. The people behind these evil monks.

The Taiping Taoist almost subconsciously said: "Have you ever seen me wait for the Taoist master with your own eyes?!!!"

Lin Li and He Yangwen's vigilance rose to the highest level almost instantly.

But when I saw the museum owner shook his head:

"Tao Master? He is not worthy."

The expression on Lin Li's face was slightly stagnant.

It seemed to be silent.

But in the bottom of her heart, there have been layers of waves, recalling that the museum owner is naturally sure, almost a natural answer.

He is not worthy...

It was a tone that didn't require any doubt.

As if to say how the stars can be calm and determined compared to Da Ri.

Who is he... Lin Li whispered silently, and after the Taipingdao monk was taken aback, he was furious, as if to resist, and said angrily:

"what did you say?"

The gun in Wei Yuan's hand pressed down the muzzle, his face remained unchanged and the trigger was pulled. Generally speaking, he would use the gun to mobilize the demon power of Jinyu bird, so that his eyes have the same precision as a falcon, but this time it is useless, so close. With the distance, coupled with the strength of the practitioner, there is no need to worry about not being able to hold down the gun.

Even if it is him, there is no possibility of missed.

The Taoist's shoulders and thighs burst into bleeding, and he groaned painfully, fell to the ground, his face pale instantly.

Soldiers transformed by Fudou came around and killed them. Wei Yuan held the eight-faced sword with both hands and slashed and slashed violently. These were not the yellow turban warriors at all, but the ordinary sense of throwing beans into soldiers, Taoist spells, In the face of Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, he was generally defeated.

And those two yellow turban warriors, after losing their masters, the remaining spirituality has begun to dissipate, and finally turned into smoke and disappeared. Only two talisman beans that have lost their particularity are left and dispersed with the wind. Wei Yuan regretted a little, and immediately regained consciousness.

Raised his hand to cut down the eight-faced Han Sword in his hand.

Cyan faintly appeared in the depths of the pupils.

Its speed and strength were blessed by the Jinyu Bird Demon Power, but only a dozen or so, several Taiping Taoists who had lost their fighting spirit were captured one by one, and the contact with the Jinyu Bird Demon power was immediately released, and the tossing internal breath was quickly calmed by their own Taoism , Although it is possible to borrow demon power, it has its limitations.

You can't use it for too long, and you can't use a level of demon power that exceeds your limit.

Otherwise, there is a certain probability of being backlashed by demon power and demon transformation will occur.

Feathers will grow from the center of the eyebrows, and the eyes will turn blue, like a monster.

But when Wei Yuan breathed out a little, he suddenly felt a sudden burst of hair, and his hair began to rise.

suddenly--

A gust of wind suddenly rose. This sudden gust of wind covered a huge area, directly covering everyone around, and even farther away. The world was dizzy, Wei Yuan's complexion changed slightly, and the eight-faced man with sword in his hand was stunned. Roar and nail into the ground to stabilize the movement.

In my mind, a secret magical power of Taiping Taoism, flying sand and stone, ranked in the sky, and using such magical powers, the person who came is obviously the Taiping Tao, and it is the kind of Taoism that is not low in cultivation.

Under the raging wind that was comparable to a tornado, everyone was not free.

Each finds a way to stabilize the figure and avoid the wind.

A black shadow came from a distance, a middle-aged Taoist, pale, obviously injured, but still moving quickly at this moment, and arrived here in an instant.

With the help of the strong wind, he directly recruited the metal box that was blocking the nine-sectioned rod of Zhangjiao, held it in his hand, and immediately ignoring the surrounding Taipingdao disciples, driving the strong wind, and instantly rushed to the distance.

Wei Yuan's complexion was condensed. It seemed that Taipingdao had gained an advantage at any cost in the battlefield where the elders of the two sides were fighting. He noticed that his popularity was unstable, and he drew out the Eight-faced Han sword while everyone was watching in surprise. It was originally a button. The opening of the clothes was blown open, the hem was flying, and the sword box and piano box faintly whispered behind him.

Immediately, the pupils turned into blue, and they slammed vertically.

The storm dispersed abruptly as it rushed towards Wei Yuan.

Only the clothes lay backwards fiercely.

He leaned forward slightly and took advantage of this opportunity to quickly approach. At this moment, on the narrow road ahead, an illusory figure suddenly appeared. Unlike the yellow turban warrior before, this figure was wearing a somewhat old and broken armor. Looks embarrassed.

But the same yellow scarf is tied to his forehead, besides the yellow scarf is also tied to his arm. There are hideous wounds on his face, and many arrows are inserted upside down, but he still stands firmly in front of Wei Yuan, with the weapon in his hand swinging and his eyes Crimson shouted angrily:

"Stop with XX!!!"

With a violent shout, the fierce slaying air on the battlefield was instantly strong and rushed towards his face.

He Yangwen's face was pale.

The heart beats wildly.

The five thunderous energy he had accumulated was dissipated by this burst.

Wei Yuan had read a lot of classics anyway, and knew that this might be a remnant of the soul, something similar to obsession, but it was not a ghost.

Ghosts are obsessed with not dying, and this type of obsession is that it has no regrets or regrets and died calmly, but the obsession at that time was strong enough and hot enough to stay in this world for life, without self-will, only knowing completion The remaining goal in obsession.

This is Guangzong, and the Yellow Turban Army once fought here.

It's just that the monks of Taipingdao still have such a method.

Wei Yuan saw that the Taoist who was leaving with a part of the nine-segment scepter was getting farther and farther away. With a sword in his hand, the sleeve of a Taiping Taoist next to him was torn off. Wei Yuan tied this piece of yellow cloth on his head. Go up, and then just bury your head and rush forward.

? ? !

The three Lin Li looked at them blankly, feeling ridiculous in their hearts.

This is the fighting spirit obsessive, and the recovery is blocked by the influence of Taoism.

It's so simple to fool the past...

Wearing a yellow turban, Wei Yuan passed the remnant soul of the yellow turban warrior who was so angry. When he rushed past, the tragic-looking Yellow Turban army violently waved his left hand, causing Wei Yuan's heart to burst. The former just grabbed the yellow scarf off his head and never hurt him.

Everyone saw Wei Yuan stepping on Yubu to avoid the remnant of the Yellow Turban Army who was regarded as a back by Taipingdao.

Then he stepped straight under the wind, holding the long sword diagonally in his hand, and rushed straight ahead, without turning his head back.

Lin Li, He Yangwen, Zhao Jianbai's thoughts are stagnant.

Is this also OK? !

At more than 30 years old, the calm and stern Zhao Jianbai was in a daze. Then he also tore off a yellow scarf from the Taiping Taoist and tied it to his forehead. He immediately squeezed the Dao Jue, breathed a breath, and passed carefully, but he only reached seven steps. Inside, the yellow turban war soul suddenly burst into anger in his eyes.

Zhao Jianbo's complexion changed, and his heart became cold.

It was almost instinctive to roll back and retreat, and at this moment the knife was severely chopped down.

It seems that the ancient battlefield is returning to the earth.

It was just a slash, and it contained that the suffocating decisiveness that could only be realized through the cruel battlefield hit Zhao Jianbo's soul, making him pale, making his palms tremble uncontrollably due to instinct, and unable to stabilize his mood.

If the reaction is slower, he may even be killed on the spot.

He came back to his senses only after a few breaths, his face was pale, he was afraid, and immediately he was puzzled. Why the same method would be done by the museum owner, but he could not. He almost confessed to the sword of the war soul...

The Yellow Turbans, who looked stern-faced and fierce, stood solemnly holding their swords in both hands.

The solemn breath seemed to have thousands of troops and horses, and it was absolutely incomparable, and no one was allowed to pass.

……………………

Jinyu bird demon power can naturally resist the wind.

Under the blessing of the demon power of the wind genus, Wei Yuan's speed continued to rise.

The middle-aged Taoist had already been injured before. Although he succeeded in seizing the opportunity regardless of the cost, the Taoism of Zhengyi was not so easy to pick up. It damaged the foundation and was soon overtaken by Wei Yuan. The Taoist's complexion was almost bloodless, he gritted his teeth, and once again cast beans into a soldier.

Intent to block Wei Yuan.

But the soldiers who appeared this time carried a gloomy atmosphere.

It's not like Dao Sect's authenticity, but it's like it was made with soul sacrifice, with a bit of the coldness of the left Dao sorcery.

The Taoist's breath also dropped instantly. He kept moving in his hand, opened the metal box in his hand, took out the nine-segment staff, and then took out another thing from a long strip of box on the back, that was the nine-segment. On the other part of the rod, the Taoist's pale and bloodless face showed a hint of redness.

Wei Yuan killed all the Yin soldiers with a sword.

These inferior Yin soldiers are not his opponents.

However, even those who are only cultivated in the way of the Zuo Dao side door, have the most basic characteristics of the magical powers of this Dao art. They can fight with more and less, even if a single cultivation level is not enough, but the number is too large, and Wei Yuan is fast. At this time when he was approaching the Taoist, the Taoist had already moved two sections of the Nine Scepters close.

Wei Yuan finally understood Taipingdao's plan.

They are not stupid, they have seen through the intention of a mantis to catch the cicada and the oriole, knowing that this is a trap, but they still jumped in, and stopped the Taoist elders at all costs, and forced to eat the bait. Look like.

And then, on the side of dealing with the Dao Sect elders, they also took advantage of the opportunity regardless of the cost.

Wei Yuan originally had doubts in his mind, even if Taipingdao took away all the nine-scepters of the Dao Sect at any cost, but the Dao Sect elders would soon arrive. By then, this middle-aged Taoist who lost his hole card and was seriously injured is different. Certainly to die?

At the moment, this Taiping Taoist directly brought another part of the Nine Scepters.

These spiritual treasures are capable of self-healing and can naturally return to a complete state.

When the time comes, the complete nine-section scepter will be in your hand, just like a disciple of the Heavenly Master Taoist holding a male and female dragon and tiger sword, like a disciple of the Shenxiaozong holding a jade book of Shenxiao, there is a large enough possibility to break the encirclement from the encirclement and carry this treasure Going to a safe place, as for the lost talisman, disciple, compared to the nine-scepter, it is not worth mentioning.

One is a praying mantis catching a cicada, and the oriole is behind.

One is the Mingxiu plank road, which is dark and dark.

They are all old foxes...

However, it seems that Zhengyi still underestimated Taipingdao's determination to obtain the Nine Scepter.

But just as this thought in Wei Yuan's mind came up, the red color on the middle-aged Taoist face faded, and the two pieces of the nine-section rod in his hand could not heal at all. The Taoist looked at the nine-section that was taken from the Twilight Sect. The stick, with a green complexion, suddenly shouted angrily, and smashed the nine-segment stick to the ground.

The nine-segment scepter that was transporting it all the way suddenly shattered into dust.

Wei Yuan was slightly startled, and then he reacted.

is fake? ! !

But when it was transported to Weimingzong, it was still true... When it was down the mountain, or did it drop the package when it was off the high-speed rail? The metal box is not to hide the breath at all, but to prevent it from being seen as fake?

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, somewhat speechless.

So, the group of old Taoists has already spotted the middle-aged Taoist's last fight, so they simply came to a civet cat for the prince? No... it's the empty glove white wolf.

Let Taipingdao go out of his pocket, but grabbed a fake.

Wei Yuan felt that if he were himself, he would have the heart to kill now...

He thought of the kind and polite old Taoists, and whispered with emotion.

They are all foxes.

However, since the other half of the nine-section scepter was also there, Wei Yuan did not intend to let it go. He drew his mind, swung the sword in his hand, stepped forward, his breath condensed, and crushed the Yin soldiers, the middle-aged Taoist. Previously, he had already lost his source, and he forced the cast of beans to become a soldier, his aura was extremely wilting, and his eyes were dead gray at the moment.

Seeing the collapsed nine-section scepter, he suddenly laughed madly.

"Good, good..."

"Good strategy!"

"I have written the Tao today, but at least I will take your young disciples on the road."

He raised his hand abruptly to take out a simple yellow talisman.

There are crooked lines on it.

It seemed that there was an extremely condensed thunderous sound rumbling.

This is an ancient talisman.

Wei Yuan looked at the Fu Lu, startled, and immediately his pupils contracted slightly.

The feeling of drowsiness from before appeared again, and a picture flashed quickly in front of my eyes——

………………

"This is Thunder Symbol..."

The young Taoist smiled, but his face was no longer the excitement and calmness of the first time going down the mountain, but with a kind of Shen Ning that others, even brothers, could not understand, no dimples on his cheeks, he rarely Really smile from the heart again.

He couldn't laugh.

He pointed to the table.

"You paint according to me, Bai Qi, Ayan, you look after these juniors."

Among the many disciples adopted by young Taoists, two young men stood up.

There are many, very many disciples, far exceeding his original dream, but because of his accepting disciples, he no longer wants to teach the Fa. It's just because, if he doesn't care, these people will starve to death in a certain place. , So he went all the way, just trying to save people, but more and more people followed him.

Among the many disciples, there was a pale, rather weak child who kept coughing.

Because of his weakness, the drawn talisman was also a little distorted. His face was red and he wanted to rub the talisman, but the young Taoist stopped his movements, and the child coughed:

"Great virtuous teacher, this talisman is not well drawn..."

The young Taoist seldom laughed. He said, "No, it's done. Some people say that the talisman is a way to communicate with ghosts and gods. This is also correct, but how can heaven and earth ghosts and gods understand the words of mortals? Let's talk about the paintings of the first people. Who did Fu imitate?"

"The so-called rune is the language of the heart, and the law can be achieved by upholding the Akagi."

He stretched his hand across the talisman that was obviously ineffective.

So the twisted lines lit up.

The young Taoist put his hand on top of his head and rubbed it:

"Dao has no rules, you have to remember that you keep your body for this talisman..."

……………………

The screen swiftly passed by, and then quickly disintegrated. Wei Yuan paused in his footsteps and was in a trance. He was almost injured by a yin soldier. It was his body instinct to raise his hand and defeat the yin soldier to avoid this calamity.

At this time, the middle-aged Taoist had already started to curse.

The spells of the ancient Taiping Tao are different from the talisman of the modern Tianshi Tao.

There are cooperating door seals.

The surrounding thunder was violent, and the sound of sizzling lala appeared in the air, with a feeling of panic in the heart. At this moment, the rather embarrassed Lin Li and other talents hurriedly arrived. They didn’t know what method they were using before they could barely pass. The blockade of the Yellow Turban Battle Soul.

When I came over, I saw the ancient talisman that was starting to arouse, and my complexion changed suddenly.

Subconsciously retreating, Shen Xiao sent He Yangwen to see that Wei Yuan was going forward, and subconsciously shouted:

"come back!"

"This is not a modern five thunder method, this is an ancient urn used in ancient battlefields!"

"Specially restrain the evil spirits of soldiers, it will cover a large area, you can't avoid it!"

Seeing the thunder almost turned into a ball, Wei Yuan stepped forward. He stretched out his hand. When the middle-aged Taoist started the curse, he was extremely skillful and strangely marking the other side of the yellow talisman with one hand.

The air of thunder suddenly tended to be quiet.

The middle-aged Taoist suddenly raised his head, not daring to believe it. After a breath of delay, he continued to quickly lift the seal to detonate the magical powers of the yellow talisman seal. Wei Yuan also took the seal here, using the opposite Taiping Taoist seal to correspond. The movement of the talisman was suppressed.

The middle-aged Taoist is a strong supporter of life.

At this moment, when he gritted his teeth, he simply opened his mouth and spouted blood.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to the yellow talisman.

Dip the essence and blood, I added two more strokes.

Huang Fu was completely quiet.

He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hands. Lin Li and the three people lost their senses, while the middle-aged Taoist stepped back and looked at the young man in front of him in disbelief. He watched his black clothes sway slightly and looked at him. Behind the sword box and piano case, his eyes widened.

He still wanted to do it again, and because of forcibly starting the curse with vitality, the vitality quickly disappeared, blood was flowing from his mouth, and he whispered unwillingly.

"Why is there no effect..."

"why!"

Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:

"This talisman..."

"I drew it."

The middle-aged Taoist eyes contracted, seeing the lines on the yellow symbols, partly distorted and partly vigorous, but weird and harmonious, as if the handwriting of the same person at different times, immature children, powerful young people, spanning thousands of years and reconnecting.

Zheng——

But in the eyes of this man gradually dimming, and words indescribable, he lost his vitality and died, and Jiujie rod fell off his hand and plunged into the ground. Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, and did not immediately touch Jiujie in this situation. Rod, he turned his head and saw the three people behind ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with a peaceful expression, and said:

"Where will these nine scepters be placed?"

The three of them subconsciously replied: "After the capital is repaired, it will be sent to the Heavenly Master's Mansion."

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, turned around, and retracted the sword in his hand into the sword box.

"So, when the time comes, I want to have a look, how about it?"

Zhao Jianbai straightened slightly instinctively, and subconsciously answered:

"……Yes!"

The young-looking museum owner nodded, carrying a piano box and a sword case on his back, as if ignoring the kneeling peace road behind his back, ignoring the nine-segment scepter stuck in the ground. He stepped across the ground that was scorched by the aftermath of the thunder and walked across. The three Taoists said softly:

"Well, work."

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