Museum of Demons

Said it is riding a shared bicycle.

But in fact, Wei Yuan just sat in the car and walked under the water.

After all, sitting is more comfortable than other positions.

From the East China Sea to Australia, the distance is very long, Wei Yuan took advantage of the tide to hitchhiker.

If someone is doing scientific research, they can find a strange undercurrent in the sea, sweeping towards the Australian mainland at a very high speed, and then, on a relatively remote beach where there are not so many people, the sea suddenly separates from the middle. , A blue shared bicycle drove over slowly and stopped on the sand.

After Wei Yuan got out of the car, he subconsciously closed the car lock.

The phone software rang suddenly:

"Hello, you are now outside the effective service area."

"Parking outside the service area requires a 20 yuan dispatch fee."

Wei Yuan: "..."

Careless.

He thought for a while, decided to forget about this matter for the time being, and first use the Hutian method to stuff the shared bicycle in.

Then he took out the map given to him by the old Taoist priest, identified the approximate location, and then cast an invisibility spell, and used the method of imperial wind, relying on the faint induction from the dagger given by the candle dragon to track the past, all the way In a hurry, until reaching a forest, that kind of induction only became slightly blurred.

Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and touched the dry trees. He saw traces of fire in the forest near the coastline. He confirmed that the beast transformed by the drum was now in this area. It was just that the forest was too big and because it was close to it. , The aura in the forest was too strong, and the induction of the dagger began to become scattered.

Wei Yuan pondered, looked at the sky, and decided to find a place to rest first.

Slowly prepare to find the drum.

The old Taoist priest will prepare the talisman in advance, and then return to Longhu Mountain.

When Wei Yuan found the drum and began to seduce and send a message to Zhang Ruosu, he would return to the Fuzhen to host again. Otherwise, the seal of Longhushan might appear, and that would be more than a loss.

Wei Yuan followed the map and found several holy cliff caves that the old Taoist said.

It's just that he didn't expect that in the area overlooking the cave, there is actually a gathering of tribes, there are traces of people's lives, many cold weapons, and even huge totems. Obviously there are Australian indigenous residents here. Life.

Wei Yuan opened his palm, and a round of flames appeared in his palm, illuminating the cave.

I saw the lines on the wall with obvious primitive sacrificial meaning, simple and crude, but mysterious. There is a stone statue inside, wearing mysterious clothes with the characteristics of ancient Australia. There are various totems representing the gods on it, and the face is covered. Wearing a mask painted with oil paint.

Wei Yuan pleaded guilty.

Then I sat cross-legged here, ready to cast a spell to continue looking for the traces of the drum.

No words for a night.

The next morning, Wei Yuan found some fruit, heard footsteps from a distance, cast an invisibility spell, and saw a tall man with a darker skin color but a different from African descent at the foot of the mountain. Several young boys sharpened the use of cold weapons in the mountains.

Wei Yuan checked the information and found that the original Australian inhabitants of this era still followed the ancient traditions.

After the boys reach a certain age, they will be taken to the ancient tribal ruins in the forest.

They will see the totem of the tribe for the first time here.

Then, the older men will sprinkle their own blood on the children, which means the courage and pride passed down from generation to generation. After that, they will learn about hunting in the forest. Skills, the moves of sharpening cold weapons, and even withstood the test of violence.

From a transcendental perspective, this is undoubtedly the process of transcendent practitioners in ancient tribes.

Possess a powerful force, pure martial arts, and extraordinary ability to call the souls of ancestors.

Quite plain and complete inheritance.

Wei Yuan turned his gaze, did not see how these tribal warriors were sharpened, only used spells to slowly search the approximate area of ​​the drum, but soon, he saw the gray-haired old warrior, taking his juniors up the mountain. Then, he saw it with dark skin and painted ancient war patterns with white oil.

They climbed all the way to the highest point, offering sacrifices to the idol.

Wei Yuan avoided the direction of their worship, but stood aside, somewhat curious.

But the other party speaks Australian English.

Wei Yuan's English is not good.

Wei Yuan thought.

Wei Yuan took out his mobile phone, put on his headphones, and then clicked on the instant translation software.

Software, start!

Translation function, open!

Wei Yuan finally understood what the old man said. The two children seemed to be asking, the old man laughed and said with a steady voice, "This is the god, the great birth of the whole world," The existence of immortality."

Several children asked, "Is there really a god?"

They murmured: "Ackweiler didn't believe it. He went to the Anglo-American city and said that he would abandon our traditions and embrace a truly civilized world, as well as a democratic society."

The old man's anger turned red, and he made a series of sharp noises.

The translation software frequently emits a harmonious sound of beep, beep, beep.

The old man was so tired of scolding, he spat and said:

"In any case, he shouldn't abandon our traditions and culture."

"That is our root."

"The reason why we don’t enter the Anglo-white city is that we don’t want to one day forget our ancestors and our heroes, like those who have forgotten their own nation, laughing at the greatness of our ancestors and thinking of themselves as civilization. people."

"Don't they know? The Angsa never regarded them as equal."

He shook his head and said, "And the gods, I can tell you that he exists."

"Although I haven't seen him with my own eyes, my grandfather once wrote down a diary and took a photo with him. In his diary, he said that the **** is as handsome as the sky, with night-like hair and eyes, drinking. A warrior who can drink the entire tribe in one breath, his eyes are so bright, and when he dances after being drunk, his posture is vigorous and feminine, and he can dump the beauties of the entire tribe."

"He is extremely powerful, and his anger can provoke the thunder of heaven and earth."

"That's his friend... and the **** of the tribe."

"That is the great Thor."

A few children could hear it, but when the old man talked about it, his eyes were shining, as if he was younger. He took out a yellowed photo and showed it to the children, but Wei Yuan couldn’t see it. When he arrived, the old man put it away preciously, and then he patted the smooth backs of the children and said:

"Train now."

"Tomorrow night will be'Koropori'. Through this ceremony, you will become a real man."

The group put down the food for the gods, and then went down the mountain again.

Thor...

Wei Yuan recalled the old man’s words, retracted his gaze, looked at the stone statue with the primitive mask, hesitated, stretched out his hand, took off the mask, and then sighed. It was true. Under the stone statue, there was a person. A young Taoist with a ponytail and a smile on his mouth.

With facial features and eyebrows, one can vaguely see the old man who suppressed the world's top two on Longhu Mountain.

On this stone statue, there is already pure aspiration.

But the old Taoist seems to have cut the connection directly.

It does not capture half of this external force.

But it can still be guessed that the old Taoist priest was so surging back then, Wei Yuan recalled how the old man gave him the map before. It seems that the old Taoist also had a good life in the tribe of the aborigines here.

Sitting on the ground, he picked up the sacrifices brought to the gods by the people of these tribes.

If it was a **** born from heaven and earth, or the soul of an ancestor, Wei Yuan, as a Taoist monk, would maintain his due respect, but since he knew that this so-called idol was simply Zhang Lao Dao when he was young, Wei Yuan would not be polite.

Reach out and take it directly.

I ate so much food.

Bring it to you!

The next night.

While praying to Koropoli in the traditional large-scale worship of the Australian tribe, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and drew an X on a piece of paper. It took him a day to turn the entire forest almost finished, but he still could not find the drum. But only one-fifth was left. If Gu stayed in a certain place, he would definitely not be able to hide it from him.

There should be no problem next.

It's tomorrow.

At this moment, Wei Yuan suddenly realized something was wrong.

The Shendai dagger in his arms whispered suddenly, Wei Yuan stood up abruptly, and saw a huge bird and beast appeared on the border between the sea and the sky. The sharp whistling suddenly expanded, rushing to the direction of the tribe, and he was fainted. The yellow wings, stained with the **** sunset under the sun's twilight, are extremely unknown, they are drums.

Gods are all strange, even the fierce souls born after death are the same.

Are you aware of anxiety?

Wei Yuan raised his hand and drew his sword, UU reading www. uukanshu.com saw the fierce beast heading straight to the tribe, and it seemed that there was a tendency to cannibalize.

This tribe is related to Zhang Ruosu, and Wei Yuan had eaten a few of their meals. He was ready to intercept and jumped out. When the old man mentioned the myth before, Wei Yuan sighed in his eyes with bright eyes. Volley raised his hand, holding his five fingers slightly.

The quaint mask on the idol flew out.

Wei Yuan held the mask with five fingers and slowly covered his face.

Thirty-six Tiangang supernatural powers, fetal transformation and deformity.

Has turned into the young Taoist of the year.

Hold the sword to control the thunder.

PS: Today’s second update...2,800 words, thank you for waking up in the rain for a reward, thank you~

At present, there are about 670,000 indigenous residents in Australia. As for the treatment...