Museum of Demons

The lone tree back then has become a forest now.

Wei Yuan stared at the vast and magnificent scene before him. After a long time, he whispered:

"Yu, you won."

He looked at the stele and the sword. The writing on the stele was blown by the wind for thousands of years, and it was already a bit blurred, and the famous sword that appeared in the times of Emperor Huangdi Xuanyuan and Emperor Zhuanxu lost its spirituality after being broken. , The blades are covered with rusty stains, as if the years are gone, and even the soul of the famous sword has followed the owner to rush to the age that has long passed away.

He sat cross-legged and stretched out his hand to turn the grain into strong liquor with magical powers.

The ancient human race used to offer sacrifices to their ancestors. At the center of the tribe, they piled up dead branches and fallen leaves, lit a bonfire, and danced around the flames. The aroma of strong wine would permeate the entire tribe. He was alone and lifted up the wine. Come, facing the broken sword and the stone tablet.

His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he saw Yu leaning on the stone tablet and drinking alone.

Saw the festival that once came to get drunk alone.

Yu leaned on the stone tablet and drank his neck.

Qipan sat on the ground and groaned while drunk.

Yuan was silent, raised his neck and poured the rough spirits down his neck.

He said: "Also drink alcohol."

The strong wine entered his throat and the taste was intense. Yuan couldn't help but coughed violently, but he still took a sip of the wine. He spit out a strong drink, lowered his head, and saw only the worn-out text on the stone tablet in front of him. It was the clear and clear whistle when his own breath and wind blew across the blade.

After a long time, he sighed: "At least, it's a drink..."

"Although it's a bit late, but it's not a missed appointment."

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Lost for a long time.

Wei Yuan patted his clothes, stood up, and looked at his tomb. The feeling in his heart was more or less weird and complicated. Especially when there was a self lying in the tomb, it felt even more weird. He shook his head, slightly. With a hint of joke:

"Yu, I said that the next time I meet, the amount of alcohol will increase, and I can drink more than you."

"It seems that I am the first to drink this time."

He held the Yingying sword in his hand and looked at it, and decided to take this sword away and send it to the girl.

I just don’t know what happened in the hundred years after Yu went to Kunlun. In the end, it was Qi that sent Yu’s sword... If the Shadow Sword was recast by Zhu Rong’s ministry, ordinary battles would not be possible. Break it to pieces, not to mention even the spirituality passing away.

And that time King Yu did not come.

Qi poured wine on the sword and said that, even if Yu did not miss the appointment.

What did Yu meet...

Nv Jiao might know, but Wei Yuan felt inexplicably that Nv Jiao would not tell him this kind of thing.

At least not now.

He stretched out his hand and patted his tombstone as if saying goodbye.

Then he stopped his movements, his gaze fell on the tomb behind the stone tablet, and he felt a strange and familiar feeling, like looking in a mirror. From this tomb, he could actually feel a strange wave.

Wei Yuan suddenly remembered what King Yu had said back then.

How about you jump down?

Could it be that……

The beast looked around the magnificent deep forest, a little lost.

It had never before thought that on the east side of Chongwu Mountain, it would be such a forest that did not know how many years it had grown. There were leaves and water in the air. Even if the dragon was transformed into a dragon beast, it would still be there. Originally refuted the habits of beasts and liked forests.

Then it saw Wei Yuan stand up and stare at the stone tablet, his expression serious and peaceful, and the fallen leaves falling on his shoulders, giving his expression the deepness and concentration that ancient heroes thought about the truth of the world.

The beast couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

Seeing my tomb, I must be very complicated.

Ah, but when I think of it, this guy seemed to be hit to death by himself, and he felt a little smug in his heart.

Then it saw Wei Yuan turned his head, looked at himself, and looked at it.

"barge……"

The young Taoist thought, brushed his finger and pointed at the back of the stone tablet, and said:

"You, dig up this tomb for me!"

Bare Long: "..."

Um? ? !

What the hell? ! Digging a grave?

This is your tomb!

Bare Long was stunned.

I just felt that the sad and heavy atmosphere just broke into pieces.

It subconsciously yelled out, and said, "digging a grave?"

"Why don't you dig?"

Wei Yuan meditated, and then replied earnestly: "I can't get it right."

If you don't play it, can I play it?

By the way, you can't lay hands on your own grave, you can definitely lay hands on me.

So, when I dug your tomb, will you bake me by the way and give it to Zhujiuyin? !

Bare Long seemed to understand something, his eyes widened, he let out a scream like a war drum, and refused to go to the grave if he said anything. Wei Yuan stretched out **** and said, "I'll give you barbecue next time."

Bare the dragon's action for a while.

Wei Yuan stretched out his second finger.

"Add double cumin powder."

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After a while, Bare Dragon, which had been initially transformed into a dragon, successfully dug out someone's coffin.

A sarcophagus.

Wei Yuan patted the sarcophagus, slandering in his heart, he also felt that Yuan would give him a whole sentence of the sarcophagus.

Heh...It's still a sarcophagus.

Wei Yuan pressed his palm to the side of the sarcophagus. Without seeing any force, the coffin board flew out and fell to the ground. Then Wei Yuan looked inside, and he whispered unexpectedly in his heart. There was a person lying in the coffin, and he looked very familiar. , But there was another strangeness. It was an old man with wrinkles on his face and gray hair, his lips pressed tightly. It was himself, even though he hadn't rotted in the past five thousand years.

Bare Dragon let out a low whistle, stepping back.

Wei Yuan squeezed his arm, felt the tenacity, the corners of his mouth twitched, and began to reflect on himself seriously.

You can't eat things indiscriminately...

In the food that I ate back then.

Is there something that prevents the body from decayed after death?

After all, if you really have this thing, you can't see the effect after eating it. If you want to know the function, you have to die.

He flexed his fingers and knocked on the physical body that he didn't know in his previous life, groaning in his heart, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind——

I don't know why. When he knew that he was buried here, he always felt flustered in his heart. Right now, this physical body is not corrupt. Instead of being buried here, he might as well be an incarnation.

It is absolutely impossible to transform one's soul into it.

After all, the body of this previous life was already dead.

But with this body containing a strand of consciousness, it is also possible to move in the mountain and sea world.

After all, the body of this mountain **** is now transformed by divine power, and it consumes divine power all the time. If you re-hold the body of the previous life, the activity time will be longer. There is indeed a clone in the seventy-two law of the evil spirit, but Recall carefully, it was only used to avoid Zhuge's stalking when going out secretly before. This was the first time it was used in this kind of thing.

However, how much food did you eat that year?

Wei Yuan groped his chin with his palm, counting silently in his heart.

Some eat without confusion, some eat without guts, some eat without drowning, and some eat without burning.

There are also those who can travel thousands of miles a day, those who are as light as a swallow, those who can eat well, those who can greatly increase their eyesight, those who are capable of great infinite power, and those who are invincible...

The stacking of so many things is equivalent to stacking all kinds of buffs on a mortal's physique.

It’s no wonder that mortals who were obviously about to die of old age and did not have a cultivation level can also be overcome by a handful of Beasts, while Bianlong is looking in front of him. Wei Yuan himself looks at his corpse and is meditating. The picture is so weird. It's weird, the hair on the back will explode.

Wei Yuan shook his head and laughed at himself.

Then, the body of the mountain **** who was born with a ray of consciousness dissipated, and entered the spiritual platform of the dead corpse like a flowing wind, and then the voice was calm and sounded in the ears of the dragon, saying: "Go around and protect, here. There is a formation, don’t worry."

The dragon replied and stepped back, and it was obvious that the formation left by Qi was reopened.

Starlight swims in the fog, covering up the dense forest and tombs.

Bare Long looked stunned.

After thinking about it a little bit, I felt that I had done some credit, so I closed the sarcophagus again and covered it tightly.

Then I chose a place and ran to rest.

However, Wei Yuan did not expect that the opened large formation had no intention to use it for the second time. Although it was restarted, there was still a trace of leakage. The mountain of Chongwu is the first of the mountains of the Western Three Classics. There are many of them today. The mountain gods came to this gathering. Two of them were watching the beautiful scenery, but they saw the mist surging and the stars flowing in the distance, which was quite spectacular.

One of the mountain gods looks like a strong man:

"What's wrong over there? It seems that there is a problem with the ground vein."

An old man drunk and said: "It doesn't matter."

"Anyway, it's not our place. It's also unlucky for others when the sky falls."

"The Human Race has appeared recently and started offering sacrifices to us. It's a bit delicious. Come and drink a little more."

The brawny man hesitated and said, "But how do I feel that the place is a bit familiar?"

"Familiar, what is familiar? Where is the familiar?"

The old man looked up while he was confused.

The brawny man took a sip of his wine and suddenly found that the mountain **** next to him was no longer talking, and was about to speak curiously, but saw that the old man mountain **** was stunned, and then thrown everything in his hand, his face wrinkled together, suddenly. The ground howl screamed:

"Then, that's my place!"

"The King Yu commissioned Chongwu Mountain Lord, and the Mountain Lord sent me to watch it again!"

"It's over, it's over!"

"It's the bad luck that fell on the top of my mountain!"

He screamed ~www.readwn.com~ hurriedly down the mountain and ran over there.

The brawny man was speechless, took a sip of wine, and strode after him.

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At the same time, not far from Chongwu Mountain, the black-robed people who once chased Feng Siyu, and then fled, also noticed the change in their aura. They looked at each other and said, "The target may be there, chase!"

"Yes!"

At this moment, Wei Yuan's eyes slowly closed.

Both hands are knotted.

Thirty-six magical powers of Tiangang——

Fetal transformation and easy shape.

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