Museum of Demons

Lei Guang is swift and violent, and the speed is also extremely fast.

Hearing that thunder went away, and after sending another message to Zhang Ruosu, Wei Yuan finally exhaled, with a large amount of fine cold sweat oozing from his forehead, and finally stabilized his breath, but he knew how effective the altar was. Strong.

Even if you need to prepare in advance, even if you need a lot of ceremony, but the powerful power in exchange for it is worth it.

Seeing the water ghost burrowing out of the wall, he wanted to talk but stopped, wanted to stop and talked, and wanted to talk but stopped.

Wei Yuan asked, "What's wrong?"

The water ghost looked strange on his face and held back for a long time, saying:

"That... Boss, you'd better watch it yourself."

Wei Yuan frowned, stood up reluctantly, opened the door, and said casually:

"What's wrong, it seems like a thief is hired at home..."

He opened the door, and then suddenly what he said stopped abruptly.

Seeing the broken glass all over the floor, there were black marks on the wall that were burned by the thunder. The largest, old-school green painted field glass was directly smashed into a big hole, and there was only one on top. Small triangular pieces of glass are still hanging.

The cabinets were crooked and twisted, as if a typhoon had formed on the ground.

The wind blew in and it was inexplicably desolate, and the last piece of glass staggered and fell into pieces, making the floor desolate.

Wei Yuan: "..."

The water ghost looked over carefully and said: "Boss, the sword just now, it flies a little faster."

The corners of Wei Yuan's mouth twitched.

Then his face remained unchanged and said: "Everything is as expected."

The voice paused, and said: "Prepare for cleaning."

"Go!"

The water ghost turned around and greeted the soldier spirit and the silent painter ghost. They searched for things together and planned to clean them. They were originally ghosts and couldn't easily touch the actual things. The progress was worrying. Wei Yuan is considered to be The main force, mopping the floor and sweeping the floor, was so busy with backaches.

He stood up with his waist, and fell silent when he saw that he was still far from completion.

A very tempting and guilty idea came to mind.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan obeyed the inner guidance, put away the mop in his hand, went to the kitchen, grabbed a handful of soybeans, closed his eyes, sealed his hands, and chanted the mantra.

"Teacher, disciple Yuan worshipped the edict with supernatural powers."

"A strong man with a yellow turban can cast beans to become a soldier, protect real people, cast down demons, and evade all evils."

He sprinkled this handful of soybeans on the ground and shouted: "Hurry as a law!"

The mana flowed, and these soybeans turned into yellow-scarved warriors in armor in a blink of an eye. Among them, the headed person was especially tall, majestic and majestic. When he saw Wei Yuan, his expression was slightly stagnant.

The Yellow Turban strength man method, throwing beans into a strategy of war, has no fixed true spirit.

Only the reflection of the true spirit in the past, only combat experience, but unfortunately, Wei Yuan impressed the yellow turban warrior too deeply. It can be regarded as the first time in two thousand years. After his spirituality dissipated and returned to the world, he also left meager. Memories and impressions regain their previous cognition after the second birth.

The yellow turban man saluted stiffly: "Meet the real person."

Wei Yuan looked pale, handed the broom over, then pointed to the messy museum, and said briefly:

"clean."

"mop."

"Change the glass."

The yellow turban elites: "..."

The leader looked at the big blade that he had cut and killed the monster in his hand, and finally inserted the scabbard silently, took the broom, with a mop on his back, and an apron around his armor.

Slowly salute: "Receive the decree of the real person."

…………………

Only then can Wei Yuan sit down and rest, search the Internet where the glass is cheaper. There are spare glasses left in the museum, but after using them, they have to prepare new ones. I don’t know if I can find the full reduction activities. Free shipping.

Wei Yuan searched and saw a familiar figure peering in.

I moved my heart slightly, put my phone away, opened the door and walked out. It was the neighbor of the museum. When Wei Yuan came here for the first time, she reminded him that there might be a problem with the museum, and then separated from Wei Yuan. A fish in Huai Shui.

Wei Yuan said hello.

Auntie glanced at the glass and said, "Xiao Wei, what's wrong? I just heard a noise outside in the building. Did you provoke someone? Why did you even smash the glass? What is this doing."

Wei Yuan explained with a smile:

"No, I accidentally touched the window when I was packing things."

He pointed to his apron and said with a smile: "You see, I haven't changed my cleaning clothes."

After repeating this several times, the aunt was relieved, put an end to the idea of ​​calling the police, looked at the glass again, and said: "Yes, you have to change the glass, do you know the person who changed the glass? Or the aunt will contact you for help. My family, absolutely don't pit you money, now you have to find acquaintances and friends to do this, or they will charge you a lot of money."

Wei Yuan said, "Thank you, I just found a few friends, so I won't be in trouble."

The aunt nodded and chatted for a while. She was chatting very excitedly. Suddenly there was a faint muffled thunder in the sky, and she subconsciously raised her head and twitched, but it was a clear day in the sky and there were no dark clouds. She muttered:

"The weather is really weird. Just now there was a thunder, and even the slightest cloud was invisible."

"But Xiaowei, it's autumn, and the weather can't be stable. I guess it's raining today. If the clothes are hanging in the house, they will collect it. If it rains, you have to wash it again."

She ordered a few words, turned around and went upstairs to collect clothes.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Turning around and entering the door, the water ghost gave a thumbs-up and admired his face, and said, "Boss, you are this. You can talk to this one for so long. When I was alive, I was most afraid of talking to him. The eldest sister at this age has chatted, and can't talk at all."

"Either ask how your salary is, or whether you are married, whether you have found a partner, how much mortgage you still have, and headaches."

Wei Yuan laughed bitterly, and walked towards the quiet room.

The headed yellow turban warrior turned his head.

Seeing his arms covered with protective sleeves, his body was gray, his face still had the smile of just chatting with others, and the helplessness of being unable to withstand the chatting offensive, but he was already frowning and thinking about how to make an order. Breath of life.

then,

Silently, a sword passed through the air and appeared behind him, whistling in a low voice.

Above the sword is full of mighty sword intent and righteous thunder.

Is the sword spirit fierce, vanishingly extinct.

It's a bit of awe-inspiring breath, and the wind is so fast.

It is both contradictory and strangely coexisting with the previous breath of life.

The action of the yellow turban warrior paused.

Unbelievable, he whispered to himself: "A Thousand Miles Flying Sword?"

They have no true spirits, they are impermanent, but they have basic knowledge, and they are shocked because of this.

Wei Yuan put down the rag in his hand and said casually: "You continue to clean, I have something to do, and I will come back later." Then he returned to the room, turned his head, looked at the head brought back by Fajian, grinning. Grin, this magic sword strikes the enemy, how come it also comes with a decapitation function, Master Zhang, you are a bit too powerful.

He put the talisman away first, then Yufeng lifted his head, frowning and looking at it.

Because of being engulfed by the sword and killed by thunder, Mogi Yoshiyuki's spirit was almost directly shattered, leaving only a few fragments, which were still enclosed in the center of his eyebrows. Wei Yuan thought for a while, using his magical powers to drive away ghosts, and knocked his fingers. Void, took out these Xu Zhenling fragments and tried to analyze.

Picture after picture appeared in front of him.

Ok? How come you are a Sakurajima Fuso?

Hacked wrong?

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"Mogi-kun, I will beg of you this time."

In the memory picture, a middle-aged man said: "This is the instruction of the gods and Buddha."

"The sacrifice to the true **** requires the immortal and immortal spirit."

"The immortal and immortal spirit must use the immortal and immortal as the material."

Mogi Yoshiyuki said: "Where is this immortal thing?"

The middle-aged man replied: "In Shenzhou."

"Shenzhou..."

Then there are large sections, meaningless pictures.

Because he was struck by thunder, there are only these remaining true spirits, but the sentence that uses the immortal as the material makes Wei Yuan think of the memory of the distant past, and the era of the iron eagle emblem on the sword on his back. There was also a gentle alchemist who said something similar. There is no doubt that this sentence must come from Xu Shi.

It seems that the incident of the Japanese pirates offending the side has nothing to do with Xu Xin.

Is there something wrong with the elixir...?

Still, there is no problem with the elixir, but Xu Shi himself has the problem.

The curse of not dying, it is not a simple matter to control longevity with people. If you have enough means above the years, Xu Shi may be a world-renowned person, but if you want to do this, it is not enough. Wei Yuan can basically guess Xu I am afraid that the state of the market is not so good.

However, any reason is just an excuse.

Wei Yuan just knew that there was another reason to kill Xu Shi.

The magic sword also carried a trace of mixed aura, and Wei Yuan held the aura.

I closed my eyes and meditated. I did a simple calculation. I vaguely saw the middle-aged Taoist who was seriously injured and fled in embarrassment. I saw that he had a spiritual position for real cultivating Taipingdao. I knew that this should be the contemporary Taipingdao Taoist. .

Actually gave Fusang the Fuluo of the patriarch.

Patriarch beat you, you dare to run.

Wei Yuan joked to himself, but there was no trace of smile in his eyes.

This is actually the accusation of colluding with the Japanese pirates.

But for the time being, I don’t have to rush to clean him up. Looking at this, he should be planning to return to some concealed place. Wei Yuan's heart naturally formed the thought of walking along the vines. He blessed him with the nine-section staff. This man has an ancestral spirit plate. The other party has morning and evening classes every day, habitually admiring incense to the patriarch, and he can naturally sense the specific direction.

When the time comes, justice will come from heaven and go directly to the bottom.

Wei Yuan turned his head, looked at the unsatisfied head, saw the surprise and unwillingness in his eyes, raised his hand to enclose the true spirit in it. Here, he intends to send it to the Heavenly Master Mansion, the picture in the true spirit, The real cultivation of the Heavenly Master Mansion can also see it, but after all, it was smashed by the thunder, the true spirit has long been broken, even if it is sealed, it is slowly dissipating.

It has to be delivered quickly.

I'm afraid it's too late to drive.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan returned the magic sword to its original position, and drew out the eight-faced sword that had been transformed.

Once again, he continued to depict the talisman on it. It was not Thunder, but the strong wind command he was good at, to make the long sword fly into the sky.

But then, how to lock Zhang Ruosu's side is a problem.

It was successfully locked and fired just now because the nine-section scepter has blessings to Wei Yuan’s true spirit. Through the induction of the true spirit, he can sense the prayers of the Taiping Taoist master, and sense the Taiping talisman that is related to him. Now there is no way to lock Zhang Ruosu, what's more, if it is really locked, it is not to give something, but to attack directly.

After thinking about it, Wei Yuan suddenly thought of a way.

He first packed his head with a courier box, then turned it into a chain with mana, hung it on the eight-faced sword, took out his original mobile phone, turned on the data, and opened the map software that came with it.

Click to search.

The crisp navigation sound sounded.

‘Your location is in Quan City, 582 kilometers away from the Longhu Mountain scenic spot. ’

Wei Yuan hung his phone on the Eight-faced Han Sword, and ordered:

"Just follow the navigation, no, I mean, fly."

"You can fly directly, don't deviate from the general direction."

The psychic war sword whistled after being refined with the blood of the gods and flew out the door. It was fierce and fierce, with its own strong wind. The yellow turban warrior and the water ghost subconsciously avoided it. The sword was about to go through the door. Yuan voice: "Stop!"

The eight-faced Han sword stopped suddenly, and the flowing wind escaped.

Wei Yuandao:

"Open the door by yourself, move quietly."

The sword body of the eight-faced Han sword roared, a wisp of wind scattered, the door was opened with a creaking sound, and then the long sword roared, taking advantage of the force of the violent wind, and then flew towards Longhu Mountain, and it was gone in a blink of an eye. .

At the speed of the violent wind, it shouldn't take too long to get to Longhu Mountain, and the true spirit fragments should still be there.

Wei Yuan thought for a while. In order to prevent Feijian from being stopped directly by Zhang Ruosu, he decided to greet him and send a message, saying:

"The matter has been resolved, thank you Mr. Zhang Daoyou ~www.readwn.com~ The opposite of the two cats shook hands and reached a consensus.

Wei Yuan breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"By the way, there is one more thing, which should be delivered to You Zhang Daoyou soon."

Zhang Ruosu: "???"

He seemed to understand the wrong meaning, and quickly sent a gratitude emoji:

"Haha."

"Friends of Taoism are polite, it's just a matter of effort, where is it necessary to give something?"

"By the way, Fellow Daoist, what kind of express is it? How do I get it?"

Wei Yuan thought for a while, then hesitated:

"...Probably, it was sent on the fly."

PS: The second update today............Thanks to ds for the end of the reward, thank you