Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan didn’t say much, but looked at the Taipingdao monk who had turned into a medicine man with complicated eyes. The Taipingdao monks of this era have already stepped into the evil way, but Zhang Hao said that this is true, that is to say, this should be It is the kind that has obtained part of the inheritance of real peace essential techniques.

Rather than the so-called Taipingdao monks who participate in the quick evil method.

As for the behavior of using witchcraft to confuse ordinary people, Wei Yuan doesn’t know whether these so-called true transmissions know or profit from it, but he tends to know the inside story. Now this Taiping Taoist master intends to spread witchcraft to ordinary people. To converge money and materials is to provide for monks who truly practice the true teachings.

So now he is more angry with these monks, or he is more angry because of their murder.

Even based on the actions of the Taipingdao monks before, it is possible that the person of Sakurajima was black and black. Wei Yuan was silent for a while, and he reached out his hand to eject the magic power, and opened the chain of the talisman that bound this person, but Never thought, as soon as it was opened, this person suddenly roared like a beast.

Then they stepped forward suddenly, and started to attack indiscriminately, unconsciously, and without fear of death. Zhang Hao and Zhang Hao were tense and stood up subconsciously, but saw Wei Yuan not getting up, just sitting on the vine. On the chair, and pointed like a sword pressed against the palm of the Taoist man, it was just right, and Shengsheng suppressed the Taiping Taoism that the latter wanted to instinctively display.

The Taoist still resisted. Wei Yuan's sword finger swung his fingers along the way and knocked. The Taoist seemed to be shattered all over the Taiping Taoism. His face was painful and he staggered to his knees, just next to Wei Yuan who was sitting. As soon as he raised his head, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and pointed at the center of his eyebrows, unable to move.

A series of actions were downplayed, and there was no smoke or fire, but they easily suppressed the Taoist who is not a low performer.

Wei Yuan could tell that this should have been poisoned by medicine and illusion at the same time.

He wanted to see if he could be rescued from this state.

One's own mana was transmitted in an extremely efficient way, trying to crack this illusion.

That Sakurajima’s Fusangshen was to trap the true spirit by influencing the memory and emotions of the subject himself, so Wei Yuan also saw what the young Taoist had experienced as a bystander. He lived peacefully deep in his heart with his mother, wife and children.

Seeing that he became younger and was taken away by a tall man with a handsome face but thin lips, he started practicing.

Practicing hard every day, all follow the most orthodox path. Every morning class and evening class, pray to the patriarch, then breathe out and train, and practice fist to keep up. It seems that at least in the eyes of this Taoist, this period of time is peaceful and peaceful, and it is also precious.

It is difficult to break this illusion that has formed an inner dilemma, and it can only be broken from the inside.

If it breaks from the outside, it is equivalent to shattering the true spirit of this man.

After pondering, Wei Yuan thought of a way.

Since it is an illusion that can only be broken from the inside.

Then he simply communicated with his own spirituality and mana, and with the help of the opportunity of the young Taoist to go to Xiangjing's many ancestors in the morning class, and the light connection between one of the tablets and his own true spirit, he successfully reached the interior of this illusion, and then began to try from the inside. And the field breaks this illusion and confusion.

Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao are staring at Wei Yuan. They know how tricky this medicine man's state is. The monks who are good at this kind of magic in Quan City have tried this before, but they are not sure to break the illusion without hurting them. This Taoist true spirit, after a while, saw Wei Yuan tapping his finger lightly, and did not say anything, the expression of the Taoist who had almost turned into a medicine man became violently twisted.

He opened his mouth and coughed out a big mouthful of blood, the black air on his face dropped, but it was still there.

Only his eyes recovered, as if he had just awakened from a long dream, shaking, and still in a state of confusion. He just fell to his knees after being suppressed, but at this moment he no longer resisted, just sitting on the ground like that. When he was awake, he bowed in the direction of Wei Yuan and cried instinctively: "Patriarch, Patriarch!"? ? !

Zhang Hao changed slightly.

Wei Yuan looked at Zhang Hao unchanged, his tone was flat, and his words were concise and concise:

"Consciousness is still in the illusion."

"I think I confessed to the wrong person."

Zhang Hao nodded slowly and said: "That's it."

He looked at the Taoist clinging to Wei Yuan's cuffs, and finally couldn't help turning his eyes. He saw the antiquities on the wooden cabinet, and saw the nine-sectioned staff recorded in the Taoist Zhibao Qilu in the world. , I only feel that my scalp is numb.

Wei Yuan's right hand was still lightly placed on the palm of the man, soothing his mind.

The true age is probably more than 30 years old. It is just a young Taoist who is in confusion. At this moment, he is equivalent to waking up from a long sleep. What he said is the most obsessive words in his heart, but he is flustered and hastily said:

"Japanese pirates, Japanese pirates!"

"The Taoist colluded with the Japanese pirates"

"Kill the Taoist master, he hooked up with the Japanese pirates, killed him for the sake of China, and he is not worthy to be the Taoist master of my Taiping Ministry."

He was emotionally agitated, and even allowed the poison he had received to invade the bloodline.

He coughed up blood from his mouth while knocking on his head.

Zhang Hao couldn't bear it. He took a step forward and stretched out his hand to directly press on the shoulders of the Taoist, using his own mana to soothe the turbulent blood of the Taoist at this moment. Zhu Hongmiao quickly searched for the antidote elixirs and gave them to the Taoist. Too deep, coupled with deep obsession, even lead the heart and blood to stir, medicine poison almost invades the soul, medicine stone is difficult to cure.

Zhu Hongmiao said suddenly: "No, how did the detoxification pills make him more injured?"

Zhang Hao's complexion changed, and his complexion changed abruptly as soon as he snorted:

"Damn it!"

He slammed his palm on the table, his face was ugly: "The old man, I tried to test the medicine with his body. I'm afraid I have tried it more than once. The toxins have accumulated together, and the antidote is useless. He is taking the body of my Chinese monk. Doing a medicinal experiment, as long as the illusion is solved, the toxin will burst, and it will not be saved.

No, there are people who can save him.

However, I am afraid that it does not exist in this world.

Wei Yuan knew that only a young Taoist with a smile at the corner of his mouth could save this degree of injury. He stretched out his hand, and the Tao recovered his sobriety and sanity. His lips trembled, he sorted his clothes, and covered his right hand. With his left hand, he still bowed down, saying: "Please Patriarch, punish the Taoist master."

Wei Yuan looked at him and replied, "It's a pity."

"I am not your ancestor."

Taoist lips trembled. Zhang Hao and Zhu Hongmiao had already started contacting the people at the door. They could only hope that they would be sent to a special hospital and they could be rescued. When Zhang Hao ran out, Wei Yuan hesitated. Next, he leaned slightly, and whispered in the ear of that person.

The Taoist's eyes widened, and a bright color burst out of his eyes.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and wanted to pat the Taoist shoulder. After thinking about it, he still pressed the top of his head and said:

"Go ahead and stay alive."

Zhang Hao drove the car over, and Zhu Hongmiao rushed in to pick up the Taoist and rushed to the car.

With one foot on the accelerator, the car's engine muffled and moved forward quickly. Zhu Hongmiao tried to stabilize this man's aura with his little meager way, but the latter had experienced a long torture of poison and illusion. , Still losing breath slowly.

Only a trace of brilliance remained in the eyes.

"I am not your ancestor."

The voice just now was gentle:

"after all"

"According to seniority, you should call me the next heavenly master."

After Zhang Hao and others left.

Wei Yuan walked towards the quiet room and raised his hand. The nine-section staff and Zhang Daoling's sword directly pierced the transparent glass and appeared beside him, slowly floating. He stretched out his hand to hold the nine-section staff and pressed the object against the ground. Standing up the altar, looking for the Qi, Wei Yuan just saw the appearance of the Taoist from the obsessional memory that trapped the Taoist, and learned that the latter treasured an ancient yellow turban talisman.

If you didn't estimate the wrong time, that talisman might have something to do with yourself.

Wei Yuan held a nine-segment scepter, slowly breathing, relying on this magical tool to strengthen his perception, he felt the general direction of the existence of the talisman, UU reading www.uukanshu.com made a handful of plans to avoid hurting the innocent. The possibility of tracing the altar for thousands of miles then turned into a thousand miles to track the altar, then raised his hand again, and Zhang Daoling's sword appeared in the air.

The altar should be talisman.

What is the symbol? Non-yellow talisman, non-iron talisman, is a divine edict.

The jade symbol appeared in the void.

Wei Yuan tapped his fingers lightly, the newly added mountain god's edict instantly shattered, and was contaminated with divine power, using divine power as cinnabar, and magic sword as yellow symbol. Wei Yuan wrote more than ten words on Zhang Daoling's sword in one breath. Fu Lu, not the gale he is good at, but the thunder that Zhang Jiao is good at.

Kill the evil nephew with thunder, and behead none of the ministers.

When the last stroke fell, Wei Yuan's fingers were scorched black, and densely packed thunder marks appeared on the sword, emitting a blue-violet light.

Let the magic sword levitate in the air, and thunder arcs continuously burst out.

Wei Yuan exhaled a breath of turbid air, and finally he pointed his finger at the sword slowly, causing the arc and thunder to converge. In the end, even a stream of light no longer escapes. It looks ordinary and strange, but it exudes a powerful aura. , And then using the nine-section staff as the guide, Wei Yuan tapped the sword three times with his fingers, the first time with the Yuan Ming Chi Lu, the second time with the seal of the mountain god, and the third time with his own true spirit.

Those who violated our Shenzhou condemned our teachers to link up with Japanese pirates, in order to harm fellow students.

He said: "Dang Zhuo."

With a wave of his hand, accompanied by a long whistle, Zhang Daoling's magic sword engulfed Thunder and pierced through the air in a blink of an eye.

The sword came out and the wind and thunder followed.

Wei Yuan constricted his eyes, his face was pale because of the altar and cast spells. After thinking about it, he sent a message to Zhang Ruosu.

"Friends, there may be a little movement later."

"Work."

Today is the second more three thousand words, the work and rest are so difficult to control, good night everyone, go to bed.

Thanks to Water Wang for his 20,000 starting currency, thank you

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