Museum of Demons

Taipingdao, the strongest...

Lin Li and the others, as well as the monks who practiced the way of peace, all looked stunned, and immediately thought of the same possibility almost at the same time, and their thoughts became logical—in this era, the one who practiced the most important art of peace is undoubtedly The people behind these evil monks.

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

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

But the owner of the museum shook his head and said:

Taoist? He is not worthy.

The expression on Lin Li's face froze slightly.

It seemed to fall into silence.

But in the bottom of her heart, there were already layers of waves, and after thinking about it, the owner of the museum was naturally sure, almost a matter of course.

He is not worthy...

It was a tone that did not require the slightest doubt.

It seems to be saying how the stars can be calm and determined compared with the big sun.

Who is he... Lin Li murmured silently, and after the Taiping Dao monk was stunned for a while, he was furious, as if he wanted to resist, and said angrily:

What did you say?

The gun in Wei Yuan's hand pressed down on the muzzle, his face remained unchanged and he pulled the trigger. Generally speaking, when he used a gun, he would mobilize the demon power of the brocade feather bird, making his eyes as precise as a falcon, but this time it was useless, so close With the distance and 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 missing it at all.

The Taoist's shoulders and thighs burst into blood, he groaned in pain, and fell to the ground, his complexion instantly pale.

Soldiers transformed from talismans surrounded and killed them. Wei Yuan held the eight-faced Han sword in both hands, and slashed and slashed horizontally. In the face of Wei Yuan's swordsmanship, he was generally defeated.

As for those two yellow turban warriors, after losing their controllers, the remaining spirituality has begun to dissipate, and finally turned into smoke and disappeared. Wei Yuan felt a little regretful, and immediately recovered his mind.

He raised his hand and cut off the eight-faced Han sword in his hand.

The depths of the pupils were faintly green.

Its speed and strength were all blessed by the power of the brocade feathered bird demon, but within a dozen times, several Taiping Taoists who had lost their fighting spirit were captured one by one, and the connection with the brocade feathered bird demon power was immediately released, and the churning inner breath was quickly calmed down with its own Taoism , although it is said that it is possible to borrow demon power, but 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 the demon power, and a demon transformation will occur.

Feathers will grow from the center of the eyebrows, and the pupils will turn blue, like a demon.

And just when Wei Yuan exhaled for a while, suddenly his heart felt a sudden, and his hairs rose.

suddenly--

A gust of wind rose abruptly. This sudden gust of wind covered a huge area, directly covering everyone around, and even further away. Howling, nailed into the ground, thereby stabilizing the movement.

In my mind, there is a secret supernatural power in Taiping Taoism, flying sand and moving stones, which ranks in Tiangang method, and the person who casts such a magical power is obviously Taiping Dao, and the kind with a high level of cultivation——

Under the raging winds that could rival a tornado, no one was free.

They each find a way to stabilize their figure and avoid the strong wind.

A black shadow came from afar, it was a middle-aged Taoist, his face was pale, he was obviously injured, but his movements were still swift at this moment, and he arrived here in an instant.

With the help of the strong wind, he directly summoned the metal box that sealed Zhang Jiao's nine-stalk staff, held it in his hand, and immediately ignored the Taiping Dao disciples around him, harnessed the strong wind, and ran to the distance in an instant.

Wei Yuan's face was serious. It seemed that in the battlefield where the elders of the two sides fought, Taiping Dao had gained an advantage at any cost. He noticed that the Daoist's breath was unstable, and he pulled out the Eight-faced Han Sword under the surprised gaze of everyone. The cuts of the clothes were blown open, the hem of the clothes fluttered, and the sword box and the piano box behind the back hummed faintly.

Immediately, the pupils turned green and slashed vertically.

The storm suddenly dispersed when it was running towards Wei Yuan.

Only the hem of the clothes is backwards.

He leaned forward slightly, and took advantage of this opportunity to approach quickly. At this moment, on the narrow road in front of him, a phantom figure suddenly appeared. Unlike the previous yellow-turban wrestler, this figure was wearing some old and broken armor. It looked like a mess.

But the same yellow scarf is worn on the forehead, and the yellow scarf is also tied on the arms. He looks like there are hideous wounds on his body, and many arrows are stuck upside down, but he still stands firmly in front of Wei Yuan. Chi Hong shouted angrily:

Stop with a certain!!!

With a loud shout, the brutal atmosphere of killing and cutting on the battlefield was instantly strong, rushing towards his face.

He Yangwen's complexion was pale.

Heart beating wildly.

The five thunder qi he had accumulated were scattered by this explosion.

Wei Yuan has read many classics anyway, and knows that this is probably a remnant of the soul, an existence similar to obsession, but it is not a ghost.

Ghosts are obsessed with immortality, and this kind of obsession has died calmly without complaint or regret, but the obsession at that time was strong enough and hot enough to stay in this world for life, without self-will, only knowing to complete The goal left behind in obsession.

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

It's just that he didn't expect monks of Taipingdao to have such a means.

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

? ? !

Lin Li and the others stared blankly, feeling ridiculous in their hearts.

This is the obsession of the soul of battle, and it was blocked by Taoism's recovery.

It's so easy to be fooled...

Wearing a yellow turban, Wei Yuan directly passed the remnant soul of the yellow turban warrior who was full of evil spirits. When he ran over, the horrific-looking yellow turban army waved his left hand violently, which made Wei Yuan's heart skip a beat, but The former just grabbed the yellow scarf on his head and did not harm him.

Everyone saw Wei Yuan stepping on Yu steps to avoid the remnant soul of the Yellow Turban Army who was regarded by Taipingdao as the second hand.

Then he stepped on the wind with his feet straight, holding the long sword in his hand at an angle, and rushed straight ahead without turning his head.

Lin Li, He Yangwen, and Zhao Jianbai's thoughts froze.

Is that all right? !

In his thirties, the calm and stern Zhao Jianbai was stunned, and then similarly tore off a yellow scarf from that Taoist Taiping, tied it on his forehead, and then pinched the Dao Jue with his hands, held his breath, and walked carefully, but he only reached seven steps away. Inside, the yellow scarf war spirit suddenly had a fierce look in his eyes.

Zhao Jianbai's complexion changed, and his heart felt cold.

It was almost instinctive to roll backwards and retreat, but at this moment the knife had already been slashed down heavily.

It seems that the ancient battlefield has returned to the earth.

It was just a slash with a knife, which contained the evil spirit that can only be understood after going through a cruel battle. It hit Zhao Jianbai's soul hard, making his complexion pale, and his palms trembling uncontrollably due to instinct, unable to stabilize his mood.

If he reacted a little slower, he might even be killed on the spot.

He came back to his senses after a few breaths, his face was pale, he was afraid in his heart, and then he was puzzled, why the same method, the museum owner could do it, but he couldn't, and he almost confessed to the sword of the soul of war...

Looking simple and honest, the Yellow Turban Army stood awe-inspiring with swords in both hands.

The dignified aura seemed to have thousands of troops, and it was extremely resolute, and no one was allowed to pass through.

……………………

The brocade feather bird demon power can naturally resist the wind.

With the blessing of such wind attribute demon power, Wei Yuan's speed continued to increase.

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

Intent to stop Wei Yuan.

But this time the soldiers who appeared had a gloomy air.

It doesn't look like an authentic Taoist sect, but it looks like it was refined with a soul sacrifice, and it has a bit of the coldness of heresy and sorcery.

And the aura of the Taoist also dropped instantly, he kept moving his hands, opened the metal box in his hand, took out the nine-section staff, and then took out another object from a long strip box behind him, which was the nine-section staff. On the other part of the stick, a hint of red appeared on the Taoist's pale and bloodless face.

Wei Yuan beheaded all Yin soldiers with his sword.

These inferior Yin soldiers are no match for him.

But even the Scattering Beans Cheng Soldier, which was only cultivated in the way of heresy, has the most basic characteristics of this Taoist supernatural power. You can fight more and less, even if the individual cultivation level is not enough, but the number is too large, and Wei Yuan quickly During the time when he was approaching the Taoist, the Taoist had already brought two pieces of the nine-section stick closer.

Wei Yuan finally understood Taipingdao's plan.

They are not stupid, they have already seen through the plan of a praying mantis catching cicadas and orioles behind them, knowing that this is a trap, but they jumped in resolutely, and even stopped the Taoist elders at any cost, trying to forcefully eat the bait look.

Then, on the other side of dealing with the elders of the Taoist sect, no matter the cost, they also seized a slight opportunity.

Wei Yuan originally had doubts in his heart, even if the Taiping Dao took away the part of the nine-section stick owned by the Daoist sect regardless of the cost, but the elders of the Daoist sect will arrive soon. By then, this middle-aged Taoist who lost his trump card and was seriously injured is different Must die?

Right now, it seems that Taoist Taiping directly brought another part of the Nine-Section Scepter.

This kind of spiritual treasure can heal itself and return to a complete state naturally.

At that time, the complete nine-section staff will be in hand, just like the disciples of the Heavenly Master Dao holding the male and female dragon and tiger swords, like the disciples of the Shenxiao Sect holding the Shenxiao Jade Book, there is a high enough possibility to break out of the encirclement and bring this treasure Go to a safe place, as for the lost talisman, disciple, compared to the nine-stalk stick, it is completely worthless.

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

One is to repair the plank road in the open, to keep the warehouse in the dark, and to fight with one's back.

They are all old foxes...

But it seems that Zhengyi still underestimated Taipingdao's determination to get the nine-section stick.

But just when this thought arose in Wei Yuan's mind, the red color on the face of the middle-aged Taoist faded away, and the two pieces of nine-section staff in his hand could not heal at all. The stick, with a livid face, suddenly shouted angrily, and smashed the nine-segmented stick heavily on the ground.

The nine-stalk stick that was transported all the way suddenly shattered into powder.

Wei Yuan was slightly taken aback, and then came to his senses.

is fake? ! !

But when it was transported to Weimingzong, it was true... when it was going down the mountain, or did it mean that the bag was dropped when getting off the high-speed train? The metal box is not to hide the breath at all, but to prevent it from being seen as a fake?

Wei Yuan opened his mouth, a little speechless.

So, Zheng Yidao and the old Taoist priests had already seen the middle-aged Taoist's last stand, so they simply came to replace the prince with a civet cat? No...it's an empty glove white wolf.

Let Taipingdao go all out, but snatch a fake.

Wei Yuan felt that if it was him, he would have the desire to kill people now...

He thought of those kind and polite old Taoist priests, and whispered with emotion.

They're all vixens.

However, since the other half of the nine-section stick is also there, Wei Yuan does not intend to let it go, he gathers his mind, swings the sword in his hand, and moves forward step by step, with concentrated breath, defeating the Yin soldiers one by one, the middle-aged Taoist He had already exhausted his original source before, and forcibly cast beans into soldiers, his breath was extremely sluggish, and at this moment his eyes were ashen.

Seeing the collapsed nine-segment staff, he burst out laughing maniacally.

Okay, okay...

Good plan!

I have learned the Tao today, but at least I will take your young disciples with me on the road.

He raised his hand and suddenly took out a simple yellow talisman.

There are crooked lines on it.

There seemed to be an extremely calm thunderous sound rumbling.

This is an ancient talisman.

Wei Yuan looked at the talisman, startled for a moment, and then his pupils shrank slightly.

The drowsy feeling from before reappeared, and a picture flashed in front of his eyes quickly——

………………

This is the Thunder Talisman...

The young Taoist smiled, but his face was no longer the excitement and calmness of the first time he went down the mountain, but with a kind of Shen Ning that other people, even brothers, could not understand. There were no dimples on his cheeks, and he rarely Then really smile from the bottom of my heart.

He couldn't laugh.

He pointed to the table.

You draw like me, Baiqi, Ayan, you take care of these juniors.

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

He has many, very many disciples, far exceeding his original dream, but the reason why he accepts disciples is no longer to teach the Dharma, just because, if he doesn't care, these people will starve to death in a certain place , So he walked all the way, just wanting to save people, but more and more people followed him.

Among the many disciples, there was a pale and 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. The child coughed and said:

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

The young Taoist rarely laughed, and he said: No, after the painting is finished, some people say that talismans are the way to communicate with ghosts and gods, which is also true, but how can ghosts and gods of heaven and earth understand mortal characters? Let's talk about the paintings drawn by the first people. Who did the talisman imitate?

The so-called runes are the words of the heart. If you uphold Chicheng, you can become a law.

He stretched out his hand and brushed the talisman that obviously had no effect.

Then the twisted lines lit up.

The young Taoist reached out and rubbed the top of his head:

Tao has no rules, you have to remember, you keep this talisman for protection...

……………………

The picture flashed by quickly, and quickly collapsed. Wei Yuan paused, his thoughts were in a trance, and he was almost injured by a yin soldier. It was his body's instinct to raise his hand and defeat the yin soldier, which saved him from this disaster.

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

The spells of the ancient Taiping Dao are different from the talismans of the modern Tianshi Dao.

There is a matching Daomen seal method.

Thunder was raging all around, and there was already a buzzing sound in the air, with a feeling of panic in the heart. At this moment, Lin Li and others who were in a panic rushed over. I don't know what method they used to barely pass. It broke the blockade of the Yellow Turban War Spirit.

As soon as he came over, he saw the ancient talisman that had begun to activate, and his expression changed suddenly.

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

return!

This is not the modern five thunder method, this is an ancient talisman used in ancient battlefields!

Specially restraining the evil spirit of soldiers, it will cover a large area, you can't avoid it!

Seeing that the thunder was almost turned into a ball, Wei Yuan stepped forward, he stretched out his hand, and when the middle-aged Taoist cast a spell, he used one hand to stamp on the other side of the yellow talisman very skillfully but also very strangely.

Thunder Qi suddenly tended to be quiet.

The middle-aged Taoist raised his head abruptly, in disbelief. After a moment of hesitation, he continuously and quickly raised his seals to detonate the supernatural powers of the yellow talisman seal. The movement of starting character is suppressed.

The middle-aged Taoist was trying to hold on to his vitality.

At this moment, he gritted his teeth and simply opened his mouth to spurt out blood, wanting to use blood to urge the talisman.

Wei Yuan raised his hand against the yellow talisman.

Dip in the essence and blood, take advantage of the opportunity to add two more strokes.

Huang Fu was completely quiet.

He raised his hand, and the yellow talisman slowly flew into his hand, Lin Li and the others lost their minds, while the middle-aged Taoist stepped back, looking at the young man in front of him in disbelief, watching his black clothes flick back slightly, looking at him Behind the sword box and piano box, his eyes are wide open.

He still wanted to do it again, but because he forcibly cast a curse on his vitality, his vitality quickly disappeared, blood flowed out of his mouth, and he whispered unwillingly and resentfully.

Why is there no effect...

Why!

Wei Yuan put away the talisman and replied:

This talisman...

I drew it.

The pupils of the middle-aged Taoist contracted, and saw the lines on the yellow talisman, some of which were distorted and some of them strong, but they were strange and harmonious, as if the same person's handwriting in different periods, immature children, and powerful youths, reconnected across thousands of years.

Zheng——

And in this Taoist's gradually dimming, indescribable eyes, he lost his vitality and died. The nine-section stick fell from his hand and fell to the ground, Wei Yuan closed his eyes, and did not immediately touch the nine-section in this situation Staff, he turned his head to the side, saw the three absent-minded people behind him, with a calm expression on his face, and said:

Where will the nine sticks be placed?

The three replied subconsciously: After the capital is repaired, it will be sent to the Tianshi Mansion.

Wei Yuan closed his eyes, turned around, and put the sword in his hand back into the sword case.

Then, when the time comes, I want to take a look, how about it?

Zhao Jianbai instinctively straightened his body slightly, and subconsciously replied:

……yes!

The young-looking curator of the museum nodded, carrying the piano box and sword box on his back, as if ignoring the peace road kneeling behind him, and ignoring the nine-jointed staff stuck upside down on the ground, he walked across the ground that was scorched by the aftermath of thunder, walked through The three Taoists said softly:

Well, thank you.

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