Museum of Demons

Wei Yuan walked calmly, but the wind was blowing under his feet and his speed was not slow at all.

It took a long time for the water ghost and the soldiers of the Qi family to reluctantly catch up. They looked up and saw Wei Yuan’s face. The gentle smile on Wei Yuan’s face had already disappeared, and his expression was beyond words. How cold, but without a hint of smile.

When Wei Yuan stopped.

The water ghost was shocked and actually came to the prison door.

In other words, this is a prison specially prepared by the special operations team for those practitioners who disturb the order of China. The prisoners are not mortals, but those who have not yet dealt with evil monks and demons transformed into forms.

The materials used on the outside are the latest technology, mixed with spirit stone skills.

If the cultivation base cannot reach a certain level, it will be impossible to break this layer of wall at all, even if it is a close-range bombing with a powerful firearm, there will be no problem. The two ghosts are hesitating when they see that Wei Yuan just walks inside lightly. The defensive measures and surgical styles did not respond.

The foundation of Wei Yuan's illusion technique comes from Wuzhiqi's residual divinity.

It may not be possible to pry too much force.

But the level of its nature itself is quite high.

The ordinary means of detecting illusion can not see through the foundation of his illusion from the gods.

Wei Yuan raised his hand to open the umbrella, and the water ghosts and war spirits all turned into a wisp of water and flew into it. This was a gift they received after receiving Shui Jun's edict. Basically, they are no longer ordinary ghosts, but are biased towards righteousness. God and land only.

The water ghost whispered: "What are you doing in this prison?"

Wei Yuan's voice was flat: "Let's see a ‘person’."

"people?"

"Being dead."

Wei Yuan stopped in front of a cell.

The iron door at the door of the cell is connected with high voltage electricity. Even if it is a monk, as long as the vajra is not bad, it is difficult to escape from this door. There is an old man sitting in the cell with turbid and yellow eyes. The man of Sakurajima who set up the stall.

The old man was extremely vigilant, and Wei Yuan dissipated part of the illusion, allowing him to see himself.

The old man’s expression changed and he retreated subconsciously, but there was a clattering sound. In order to prevent him from casting spells, his feet had been locked by chains. The material used contained a special spiritual stone, which would release irregular auras forever. , Interfere with the monk's casting movements.

The old man's complexion was distorted because of the severe pain.

He sat down on the ground again, no strength to move, just looking at Wei Yuan who was holding an umbrella, there was fear in his eyes, and immediately this fear was forcibly suppressed by him, using the Chinese language, he smiled and said: "Unexpectedly, your Excellency Actually he would come to visit me actively, flattered, flattered."

Wei Yuan looked down at him indifferently, and said flatly: "That Taipingdao disciple has passed away."

The old man shook his heart, his face was not afraid, he shook his head and said:

"what a pity."

"He is not too old among the monks, and he is very qualified. He could have cultivated something. So, did you come to give him revenge, or just to tell me the news?"

There was a trace of madness in this monk Sakurajima, and he raised the shackles on his hands and said:

"If you have the guts, kill me."

"Anyway, in this prison, I have stayed enough."

"Otherwise, I may not have the possibility of living. I am the highest priest of Sakurajima Grand Shrine and have an official identity. This matter has been able to evolve into an incident between Sakurajima and Shenshu, my relatives, and Members of Sakurajima will come to negotiate in person."

Wei Yuan said indifferently: "No one can leave without paying the price after committing evil in China."

"You are destined to die here."

The old man's tone was stagnant, and then he mocked:

"But at least I have lived longer than that monk of Peace Road."

"He is very pitiful, expecting to return to his hometown to provide for his mother, but he has never had a chance. Later, he finally left and became my medicine man. In fact, his will is quite tenacious. I used more than ten kinds of strange poisons. Stop him. At the end, I can't bear it anymore."

His voice paused slightly, and then he laughed wildly.

"Can't bear to ruin this excellent test body!"

The old man said presumptuously, he wanted to irritate the person in front of him and let him kill himself here.

In this way, it can provoke the relationship between this person and the Shenzhou official.

He can be considered dead well.

But the young man in front of him was unmoved. Wei Yuan looked at the old man who looked like a barking stray dog, and laughed at himself: "If it were me before, facing you, I would definitely choose to kill with one sword, but Now, I also know that it is a pleasure to kill you, but it will also cause some trouble to others."

"And since you are going to die anyway."

"Is it too cheap for you to die so easily?"

"So I am not going to kill you."

The expression on the old man's face was frozen, and a big terror suddenly struck his heart.

The slightly pale young man raised his eyes slightly, his pupils were like an abyss, and he smiled:

"Have you heard of the Black Ice Platform..."

………

The Black Ice Platform was a special institution of Daqin.

In addition to galloping on the battlefield, cutting down mountains and breaking temples, there are also those responsible for assassinating the dignitaries of the six nations and spying on intelligence. Such an organization is the force behind Daqin’s post, and it must be the part that is not visible. Although Yuan is not responsible for assassination The type, but the basic methods are understood.

The old man's face was pale, and he wanted to retreat.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and emptied his eyebrows towards the old man.

The latter originally wanted to resist, but he couldn't show his cultivation at all.

On the contrary, he was torn by the chain, and immediately fell to his knees.

The five senses are instantly closed by Wei Yuan, and the spirit is distorted. People perceive the world with the five senses and position themselves with the spirit. Illusion is to manipulate the five senses, and there is no such means of disdain, because a fake is a fake, and one can completely control the other party. The astral strength of the five senses often means that they can directly crush each other.

But Wei Yuan found that illusion was actually very useful.

He distorted the old man’s five senses. The latter only felt that his feet were loose, and his whole body fell directly into a dark and cramped place. The sound of water and the roar of beasts slowly approached. Besides, There is the pain that the Taiping Taoist has experienced, being tortured by more than a dozen kinds of poisons.

The old man realized what he was about to face. He was not afraid of death. Sakurajima had its own shattered Bushido, but he couldn't stand the endless torture, and couldn't stand life better than death. He panicked and raised his hand, wanting to crawl out of this darkness. Space, but was pulled down by palms behind him.

Turning his head, he saw the Taoist priest, and the person who died in his own hands in the past.

The old man's heart suddenly became cold.

In the last aftermath, I saw that the light of the entire world gradually disappeared. Where the last light was, the youth holding the umbrella had a dull face, dark pupils, and the black umbrella nodded slightly.

The look is calm, and the tone is polite and polite:

"Then, good night."

"Good dreams."

"No, no, you come back!"

The old man roared and stretched out his hand, but Wei Yuan disappeared completely.

The five senses of the old Sakurajima fell into darkness, poisonousness, and torture.

…………

Wei Yuan still used illusion techniques to obscure the vision of others and walked out of the prison.

The outside sunlight was irritating, and the air-conditioning on his body quickly disappeared. Wei Yuan couldn't help but yawn, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, he didn't sleep all night, and he ran a long way. The water ghost looked outside. The sunshine couldn't help saying:

"It's all daytime."

He made a joke and said weirdly:

"Fortunately, you are outside, otherwise you must have been sealed by the quilt again, boss."

"Huh? What did you say?"

Wei Yuan yawned and turned his head.

There is no otherworldly other than half-minutes just now, let alone the slightest killing.

The expression on the water ghost's face solidified, he looked at Wei Yuan who was obviously dozing off, and blurted out: "Boss, didn't you just say goodnight to yourself, right?"

Wei Yuan moved his shoulders, and righteously said: "How is it possible."

The water ghost was full of disbelief.

Wei Yuan found a breakfast shop and asked for a bowl of spicy soup, two tea eggs, and a drawer of steamed buns.

Barely cushioned.

Half of the steamed buns are fresh meat and half are made of plum vegetables. The delicious taste of the meat and the softness of the steamed buns match well. Wei Yuan changed a few stores and walked down the street before he was full and felt his stomach. Then I went home slowly, and decided to go back for a little sleep this morning.

When I go to bed, it will be fine at about five in the afternoon.

I am a Wu Xiu, UU reading www. uukanshu.com can play, eat, and sleep, which is normal.

Isn't it?

………

Sakurajima·Kyoto.

A man in a monk's clothing knelt and sat on the ground, feeling uneasy.

His son, who is also the only heir to the entire Great Temple in Kyoto, suddenly lost his track after he went to Shenzhou. No matter what means he used, he could not be contacted.

Yoshiyuki Mogi.

After this situation lasted for a period of time, he found the most famous and the best arithmetic in Kyoto, hoping that the other party could take action to predict the safety of his son for himself, and determine where his child is now.

PS: Today’s second update...The buffer chapter, two thousand eight hundred words, thank you for the reward of the water wolf, thank you~~

There is one more chapter, which should be added every three days before twelve o’clock ~ until ten chapters are added.