Museum of Demons

One sentence is contemptuous enough, and the monks of Sakurajima have also successfully aroused anger. They may not be the opponents of the opponent alone, but if they dare not even shoot together now, they don't need to live here in Kyoto anymore.

There were several roars immediately, and A Xuan only felt pain in his ears.

Someone has already taken the lead.

The two warriors, one from the left and the other, slashed forward with the sword. Behind, the warrior slowly pulled out the ten-character spear. The blade of the gun glowed under the moonlight. Wei Yuan stood still with his right hand behind him. , Purely against the enemy with one left hand.

The magic power in the seal of the mountain gods was used instead of mana, driving the magical powers that were once known to his mind but could not be used. It was more handy than he had imagined. The two swords were chopped at an extremely tricky angle, but they were as if they were chopped to the rock. On, suddenly cracked.

A ninja appeared behind Wei Yuan.

Holding the short sword in his hand, it pierced Wei Yuan's heart.

It stabbed a hole.

His pupils shrank slightly, and his eyes were covered with shadows with five fingers.

Amid the violent noise, Wei Yuan grabbed the ninja’s face with his left hand, followed the trend, and stirred the gust of wind. Several people around were stirred and fell to the ground, becoming a ground gourd. Wei Yuan let go of the ninja, walking calmly and step by step. Forward.

A Xuan looked at this scene blankly.

Let alone here, there are dozens of monks who have the courage to take action.

But the position has been decided, and at most only three to five monks can face Wei Yuan at the same time.

And these few people were originally not Wei Yuan's opponents.

What's more, now Wei Yuan has mobilized his divine power.

On the contrary, it seemed to be constantly taking the initiative to go up and being picked up by Wei Yuan.

Several monks were swept away by their sleeves, but the people behind could not see the state in front, and the people in front were already unable to retreat. A strong man was squeezed in front, and there was not much will to fight, and he was about to retreat again and again. Instead, he bumped into a person behind and was blocked.

There was a flower in front of him, and the Taoist with the wooden hairpin was already standing by.

The strong man roared, and his fists were full of strength.

Step on the ground and hit Wei Yuan up and down.

With a mighty momentum, he smashed Wei Yuan heavily, but his face was distorted, as if he had hit a mountain, but the look on that person's face was calm and indifferent. The cuffs were turned over and swept away. This is less than three to five hundred catties. The strong man was thrown out directly.

The air flow turned, involving the monk behind.

Wei Yuan enveloped his cuff with his left hand, pinched a magic decision, and didn't bother to shout anything. The vegetation on the mountain shook violently, and the rustling of the leaves was almost like a rainstorm. When the man swept his sleeves, he felt a hurricane-like storm. More than a dozen people were directly swept by them, thrown away heavily, smashed on the wall, and their mana was scattered.

Wei Yuan's gaze did not fluctuate, and he buckled a ten-character gun with his backhand.

Slightly exert pressure on the five fingers.

The gun was completely turned into powder.

The seventy-two spells of the evil spirits have the means of swallowing swords, just like breathing flames. It is not just swallowing. The original intention is that even the softest internal organs are not afraid of the blade, and it is derived from the body to resist the calamity of the swordsmen. s method.

Holding the gun body smoothly, it was just a shock, and the monk's muscles and bones were all numb and fell to the ground.

Wei Yuan raised his eyes and looked at Motegi Qingyan two steps away.

Let go.

The gun fell to the ground, and the sound was crisp.

"You said you want to fight me."

He put his hands in the sleeves of the robe, and his face looked flatly at Qingyan Mogi:

"I give you this opportunity."

"Make a move."

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The expression on Motegi Qingyan's face was green and red. In the end, it seemed that no matter how strong his temperament was, he couldn't endure the provocation of murdering his enemy in front of him. He roared, and the ring knife in his hand shot at a speed and angle that was imperceptible to the naked eye.

Buddhism · Leak all through.

No more worries like forty contained in the Buddhist scriptures in my heart.

Stop worrying.

The blade is like a round moon, enough to chop the mountains and rivers. It will tear Wei Yuan in an instant. Wei Yuan raises his hand, clasps his five fingers, and punches one side of the blade, on the palm of his hand, and the seal of the mountain **** flashes past that handle. The knife was directly shattered, Motegi Qingyan's complexion was blue-red, spouting blood, he staggered back and sat down on the ground.

It's all proved to be missed.

There is no obstruction to the mind, no worries, and no flaws in the knife.

Until the ignorance is cut out.

But apparently, Motegi Qingyan did not have this state.

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Qingyan Motegi seemed to know his fate, closed his eyes, and said, "You can do it."

Wei Yuan looked at him calmly, finally narrowed his eyes, and said lightly: "That's it."

"The purpose of my coming here today is not to kill."

A Xuan originally thought that the Lord Wei Guan would directly use his hand again, but he did not expect to come to the end, but took his hand, making the little Taoist feel surprised, and really relieved. He felt that today is much better than what he thought, but Motegi Qing Yan's complexion changed suddenly.

He knew in his heart that the secret contradiction between himself and Shenzhou, when the other party came to the door, he would definitely be able to kill himself, and if the other party allowed himself to live, it would only mean that he would face a situation worse than death.

Motegi Qingyan gritted his teeth, his eyes flashing fiercely.

He grabbed the half-broken long knife and wiped it on his neck.

But I heard a gust of wind, my palm shook, and I couldn't hold the knife anymore.

The sword that had been passed down from generation to generation in the temple was directly knocked out and fell to the ground.

And Qingyan Motegi suddenly realized that his body was difficult to move, knowing that this was not a Taoist forbidden curse, and directly sealed his soul, breaking the connection between the soul and the body, which is the middle-earth martial arts acupuncture technique to seal the pulse. Door, let the body lose control, which means that the other party wants to keep himself alive.

Motegi Qingyan's face was pale.

Wei Yuan looked down and said in a flat tone: "Today, the poor road came to Dongying, not for deliberate provocation, but the Mogi Yoshiyuki from the Mogi family secretly went to Shenzhou some time ago and found my Taipingdao disciple, wanting Seek my Central Plains three holes and four auxiliary jade books and classics, and covet my Shenzhou spiritual vein."

"Therefore, Poor Dao has this."

"One is to tell Patriarch Motegi to dispel this idea as soon as possible."

"The second one is to express my Taipingdao's views on this matter. You can go and inform you of the sects and genres behind you. Peng Dao knows that the forces behind everyone here should have thought about my Taipingdao. , This time it happens to be notified at the same time."

He put his hands in his cuffs, looked around, his voice paused, and then said:

"Or, be prepared to pay the price."

"This is the first time."

Everyone was puzzled, A Xuan was at a loss, but in the bottom of my heart I didn't know why there was a sense of panic, a feeling of fright, the Taoist wearing a gray robe gently closed his eyes, and at that moment, the depth of his eyes lit up. The pure gold of the divine nature of the mountain and sea scriptures.

Whispered in his heart.

today.

The Taiping Ministry, which has left the world for hundreds of years, reappears in the world.

Huh...probably.

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When the time came back, when Wei Yuan just shot, the eight-faced Han sword that has been warming up the sword aura and sword power, after the sword wind swept the surroundings, it pierced into the air. Dongying is an island country that is flooded with earthquakes. The island country of the belt, so there are so many mountains.

It can even be said that the veins of these mountains under the earth are connected.

The eight-faced Han sword tore the wind ahead with sword energy.

At a speed that almost broke the sound barrier, he flew towards his destination.

Yachi Oro was sitting on the heights of Mount Ibuki, frowning and looking at the night sky today. Today is the time that the man had agreed with him, but he was prepared, but he never saw the so-called fireworks. It was because of today. It's Obon, and there are fireworks displays everywhere, and it hurts my eyes.

Was wondering if I had played the game again.

Yachi Orochi felt a deep chill.

Even his scales seemed to stand upside down.

He raised his head sharply.

From his field of vision, he saw a white streamer flying across the sky, and then looked carefully, it was a sword, a sheathed eight-faced Han sword, above the sword, the wind gathered, and immediately followed the sword. The trajectory of the sheath turns into a wind line. Because of the flow of the wind itself, the wind lines intersect with each other, like scales.

This sword went straight to Mount Tomitake, the number one Sakurajima.

Yaqi Orochi's pupils contracted.

The long sword tore the wind and the clouds, and finally wrapped the vast sword energy that came from running, and fell heavily, but the focus is not this, but to allow Wei Yuan to grasp the flow of the earth veins, and be able to influence hundreds of kilometers away. to here.

The simple Taoist's right foot was finally lightly stepped on.

The golden divinity of the binoculars was exhausted in an instant.

Based on the power of the mountain god, Wei Yuan's voice slowly fell from the bottom of his heart.

Thirty-six Tiangang magical powers——

Shake the mountains and the earth.

With the authority of God on behalf of the mountain gods, to display the top magical powers of the Shenzhou Taoist gate, even if so, Wei Yuan can't really shock the mountains and the earth, but it is a pity that this happens to be the most unstable place in the whole world, and it is also a pity, here The first mountain is a living volcano.

What's even more pity is that the straight-line distance from that mountain is only over a hundred kilometers.

The ground veins are connected.

Yaqi Orochi stood up abruptly.

Under the night, the sword ripped and fell, and the sword aura escaped. It was swept by the wind and turned into a sword wind. It stirred the clouds and mist, like a huge iron awl with a wide top and a narrow bottom, or like a thunder god's thunder vibrator. The weapon, with a sword like thunder, fell heavily on the main peak of Mount Fuji.

Then there was an earthquake that was not violent, but covered a huge area.

The earthquake caused many people to hide in the open subconsciously and fell into a panic.

He Mao Xingluo, who was going down the mountain, suddenly noticed something was wrong, turned his head subconsciously, and then his pupils contracted suddenly, his body shook, and almost fell to the ground. The night has changed to a flame-like color, and the flame mountain **** who has been sleeping for more than three hundred years is here. After resuscitating, after a few vigorous vibrations, violent flames gushed out and then surged downwards.

The intense high temperature, accompanied by the lava rocks being thrown out, and the earthquake that is not high in intensity but covers a wide area, the sound is like thunder, causing violent vibrations, He Mao Xingluo's face is pale.

However, he barely comforted himself. The Five Lakes of Fuji surrounded by Mount Fuji would hardly bring huge disasters. At this time, he suddenly heard a sword sound, and a white light flew out of the billowing flame lava, with sword aura. .

The original wind instantly reversed, and the talisman on it was densely packed. It was the magical power of Tiangang. The return wind returned to the fire. The lava flame was absorbed by the strong wind and then stirred by the sword wind, like a huge and incomparable sword~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Rushed towards the top heavily.

Part of the lava cooled and collapsed, and was crushed by sword gas and turned into volcanic ash.

Only the sword aura, like the wind, engulfed the extremely strong and strong flames, and passed through the thick clouds in the sky. The flames in the cooling part are more intense.

The squally wind never extinguished, and the clouds turned into torrential rain, caught in flames and thunder.

Let the battle between the violent thunder and the raging flames become more violent and terrifying.

Yaqi Orochi was speechless for a long time.

Wei Yuan slowly raised his eyes, feeling extremely tired, his eyes were slightly closed, his back facing the horrible scene, in a dead silence, he said indifferently:

"Remember his first offense, as a minor punishment."

"From now on, don't do it again."

PS: Today’s second update...Three thousand four hundred words, thank you for being a lazy reader.