Museum of Demons

Yi Shi could hardly believe his ears.

This kind, kind, gentle and good person beside him is actually the teacher of the old country lord who is at least five thousand years old in front of him? This scene left his brain blank for a while, not knowing where he was, Wei Yuan looked at Yi Riyue in front of him, and suddenly shot.

The finger lightly touches the middle of the young man's eyebrows next to him.

The magical powers worked, and the things Yi Shi had just seen were obliterated, and even the boy’s perception of Wei Yuan himself was disturbed. His eyes lost his brilliance. Wei Yuan waved his sleeves again, and a gentle wind swept him. Sent it out.

Sometimes knowing too much is not a good thing.

Personally, he does not want to involve innocent people.

Yi Riyue only quietly watched the movements of the white-haired man in front of him, without making a sound. Although Wei Yuan was using the appearance of the Tang Dynasty, the feeling it gave Yi Riyue was no different from that of the past.

He recognized it at a glance, and the white-haired sword in front of him was the potter of the year.

With a nostalgic smile, the middle-aged man said:

"Teacher...you are still kind-hearted."

"Today is my birthday banquet, and you are really flattered to be here."

"If you don't mind, I can introduce you to the gods of Dahuang. They have great magical powers and extraordinary status. They will definitely be of great benefit to you, especially the friends of King Yu. They will definitely look at them differently."

Even at this time, Yiriyue still looked calm.

The white-haired swordsman felt the rags of irritability in his heart rise again.

Suppressing his emotions, his eyes calmly stared at Yiriyue, and said:

"It has changed a lot."

"But I am here today to ask you for something, to ask you something."

"I wanted to return the name given to you back then, but now it seems that you have forgotten that name a long time ago. That's fine."

"Who did you reveal Yu's strategy back then? Don't say that it was Dijun. As you are, even now, you are not qualified to meet the Emperor of Dahuang, and who is it to help you reveal the news to Dahuang... "

Yes, even Yuan’s apprentice was just an ordinary human race in the Tushanbu back then.

Even if such a person knows Yu's plan, how can he reveal the plan to the gods of the Great Wilderness? There must be other ways, there are other people. This is Wei Yuan's real goal. The gentle smile on Yi Riyue's face converges, staring deeply at his teacher, and suddenly said:

"Do you still think I am wrong?"

"It's impossible for me to tell you who he is, you give up."

"Originally, I still missed a little bit of mentoring and apprenticeship that year, leaving you a little face and retreat. It seems that you, Yuan, are the same as before, without repentance and awe!"

"What happened back then, I tell you, I was not wrong at all!"

Yiriyue's mood swings, glaring at the white-haired man in front of him, as if he was about to blow out the emotions accumulated in the bottom of his heart for five thousand years, and said: "Everyone knows that to fight against the gods with human power is to find death. Things, how can you know the feelings of the weak of us?!"

"Fight against God with man!"

"At that time, people died every day, and people died outside every day!"

"Yes, you are heroes, you are strong, and you have done a remarkable career!"

"But what about us? Have you considered the position of ordinary people like us?! Us ordinary and weak people should be sent to death for your so-called rebellion?! Why go to rebel against the gods?! Even if I am just an ordinary person, I don't want to die!"

"I just want to live, am I wrong?!"

"I am right!"

Yiriyue let out a sigh and said, "You are the one who is wrong!"

Wei Yuan asked flatly, "Is it us?"

"certainly!"

Yiriyue was faintly emotional, and said: "The king Yu is born sacred, Qi is the blood of Fuxi, and the girl is also the goddess of the Tushan clan. Why should I go and die for these people's delusions? Even if you don't live to live. Now? You are different from us!"

"Other people want to die is other people's business, I just want to live!"

"I have the freedom to make choices for myself!"

Wei Yuan looked around and smiled suddenly, "It's not like you just want to live like this."

"How many of these treasures will be given to the gods each year to allow them to extend your life?"

"I have seen the surrounding cities and attracted the human race to your city in the name of kindness and charity, and then exploited them layer by layer, and finally gave half of the belongings to the gods respectfully and half for self-enjoyment, and then lingered for a while. Years of life."

"According to the sun and the moon, is it your freedom to be a dog to God?"

Yi Riyue suddenly stretched out her hand, and there was an extra long sword inlaid with various gems and spiritual materials in her hand. With a chill, she slammed Xiang Wei Yuan. The power and evil aura that erupted in an instant were enough to prove these five. For thousands of years, Wei Yuan stretched out his hand and slammed his fist on the side of the sword.

Accompanied by the sound of clicking, the blade of this sword was directly smashed into a twisted arc.

Yi Riyue's face turned red, staring at Wei Yuan.

"You just mentioned us, then I'll ask you again, to fight with God back then."

"Who was injured the most, and who died in the battle last? Even the souls can't get rid of it?"

"It's Yu."

"Who is enjoying the glory and wealth now?!"

"It's you."

The white-haired swordman looked calm.

"When I saved you, did I think I would die?"

"When Yu drew his sword to the gods, did he ever think that he would be almost lost in spirit?"

"Then when you betrayed Yu and Humans back then..."

"Have you ever thought that Yu will die, and those who watched you grow up will die?!"

Yiriyue's complexion was pale.

The heart demon of the year resurfaced. Of course he knew what the possible fate of the Yanhuang tribe after he betrayed the human race, and even if it hadn’t been for the girl who had supported the situation, things would be as he expected.

Anyone who knows that he betrayed will be cleansed and killed by the gods.

He alone can survive.

Then no one would know his dark and twisted past.

Wei Yuan had several questions in a row. He used a sudden force and smashed the sword directly with a fist. Yiriyue was bitten back by the huge force, coughing up a mouthful of blood, and smashing it towards the back. The sword cast from the 500-year savings of the Republic of China was just so shattered.

The sword is a good sword, but how effective the sword can be depends on the person.

Yi Riyue's eyes turned black for a while, clutching her chest, barely raised her head, and saw the white-haired swordman holding a half-handled sword in his hand, looking down at herself with cold eyes, and said: "When I rescued you, I didn't go. Think about his life and death; when Yu ran for the human race, he never thought about his life and death."

"At that time, it was time to conquer Xiangliu, crusade against Gonggong, cure the flood, and expel the disease."

"Thousands of people who have stood up for the continuation of the human race."

"I haven't thought about my life or death."

"And you, you have to use the deaths of thousands of people to satisfy your own life."

"I have never said that it is wrong for a person to want to live, but at least you can't kill your compatriots and betray your country...I ignored the teachings I taught you, so today I want to take back the name I gave you back then. You don't deserve it at all."

Yi Riyue retreated with difficulty holding her chest, and said, "If you want, take it back."

"Take it back, take it back."

"I do not want it!"

Wei Yuan looked down at him and said suddenly:

"Do you know why Yu left your life back then?"

Yiriyue was stunned, and then suddenly recalled that when he was pursued by King Yu that year, the majestic man killed another traitor with a sword. When he wanted to kill himself, he hesitated, and he was silent for a long time. The Shadow Sword put away and said:'Yishi, this is the name Yuan took.... ’

‘Your life is preserved. ’

‘This time, I will not kill you. ’

Yiriyue's pupils shrank, reflecting the indifferent pupils of the white-haired swordman.

"The name I gave allows you to survive."

"So, this name coexists with your life..."

Yi Riyue never imagined that the good-tempered potter would see such a horrible and silent look in his eyes. He struggling abruptly, the formations were already lit up around him. This was exactly the previous design, which Yi Riyue used. He tried his best to eject a stream of light, falling towards the eternal medicine next to him.

This is the real medicine.

The immortality that the gods promised to Yiriyue was just a leaf of this authentic plant.

He knew that the gods did not really see themselves in their eyes, and they might not come when they asked them for help, so he tried every means to get the gods to put the body of the elixir in his palace. At this moment, the formation of the elixir was inspired, and the formation of the elixir was instantly activated. Qingxiao rushed to the sky.

Yiriyue breathed a sigh of relief, gasping for breath, and his tight spirit relaxed. He staggered and sat down on the ground, then laughed, and said, "You, you give up, haha..."

"It's still so stupid, teacher."

"This formation comes from the gods, it's impossible for you..."

The voice came to an abrupt end, and the broken sword in Wei Yuan's hand protruded with a sword light, which directly chopped out a crack through the formation, and the sharp sword blade inlaid with gems pressed against Yiriyue. At the carotid artery, the deep chill solidified the ecstasy that Yiriyue had originally raised, and then fell into an endless abyss.

The white-haired swordman looked indifferent, he sensed the appearance and approach of the gods.

The dryness in his heart made him ignore this before, and he didn't even take the life of this rebel in an instant. Why...

Yiriyue's forehead oozes cold sweat, and said: "Teacher... Teacher, calm down. There is a **** here. You don't have to fight against the gods for me. My time will come soon. Please calm down, teacher. Forgive me, teacher. ...I was wrong, I was really wrong..."

The sword slowly retracted.

Yiriyue breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking up, the sword was abandoned, but Wei Yuan's body stepped forward abruptly, his right hand clenched a fist, he pierced through the crack fiercely, and hit Yi Riyue's face violently. This fist made Wei Yuan this one. The brute force of the flesh was fully exerted, and with the sound of broken bones, the face that had been well maintained according to the sun and the moon was deformed and distorted.

He opened his mouth abruptly and coughed up blood, then hit the wall hard.

The walls built by the spirit materials were not that easy to break, allowing Yi Riyue to eat up this power.

Why didn't you kill him instantly with a sword...

Wei Yuan said to himself.

"It's too cheap to kill you with a sword..."

"This punch is my part."

Wei Yuan let out a sigh of relief, but a few hideous threads could be vaguely seen in his peaceful expression.

Yi Riyue stretched out his hand to stop, and said, "Listen to me..."

Wei Yuan had already appeared on his side, spinning around violently, with his right leg pulled out like a steel whip, and violently hit Yi Riyue's abdomen, the treasure of the abdomen exploded with a crackling magical light, and then directly tore it. , Wei Yuan immediately slammed his leg down again, and this time the sound of broken bones broke out.

Yiriyue's arm that blocked this was twisted directly, and a white bone spur burst from his elbow.

He screamed violently as never before.

"This time, it is Yu's."

Wei Yuan's right fist slammed out, smashing Yi Riyue's body up, and his spine was abnormally twisted.

Raise his left hand and press Yi Riyue's head.

A huge force rises from the feet, spreads along the spine, and explodes, slamming Yiriyue on the ground, and the ground cracks directly.

"This is a contract, I'll fight for him."

"And this one... is your brother's..."

"This punch was for Yi Shi, you killed him yourself..."

The irritability that has been hovering in his heart since he went out is integrated with the emotion itself. Wei Yuan is like a crazy beast, regardless of the rules, regardless of where he is now, regardless of the upcoming gods, who don't know whether they are strong or weak, just Hit Yi Riyue with one punch and one punch.

Yiriyue's bones were broken, flesh and blood shattered, and bone spurs pierced into the body.

The lord of the Republic of China is like a broken watermelon.

Every punch and every kick vented his anger, and every punch was accompanied by a low roar and scream. The gods on the horizon slammed through the gate of the palace and said angrily: "Who are you, dare to come here... "

The white-haired swordman raised his **** right fist, swept across his eyes, and shouted abruptly:

"roll!!"

The tyrannical temperament, the residual evil spirit, and the purest sword intent.

Fusion like never before.

One mind.

It knocked the **** away in an instant.

Wei Yuan lowered his head, breathing, and the tyranny in his heart slowly calmed down. Seeing Yi Riyue's hope in his eyes instantly turned into despair, he said in a quiet tone: "Okay, let me extinguish my own breath. I have no right to forgive. You, so I will keep you alive."

"In the astral way."

Wei Yuan lifted Yi Riyue's hair and lifted his head, and his soul was directly sealed between his eyebrows.

His eyes were indifferent and silent.

"I will bring you back to the world, the girl will still be there."

"Forgive you, it's what she should do."

"All I have to do is take you back."

Tushan girl? !

Yiriyue's soul trembled with fear, almost instantly shattered by the boundless terror.

Wei Yuan's eyebrows flashed with the light of Buddhism, and he calmed the soul. Then he held his head, slowly got up, exhaled a scorching turbid breath, startled for a long time, laughed suddenly, and stretched out his right hand at random. The remnant sword flew into the palm, with a human head in one hand and a broken sword in the other, with white hair like frost and sword spirit like snow, and walked out here grandiosely.

In front of them were several gods with uncertain expressions, who were master guards of the entire Republic of Mao.

It was a strong man in the great wilderness who had good friends with Yiriyue, one of them saw his friend's miserable situation, his eyes were distraught, and said: "Traitor!"

"You actually committed such a brutality! You never want to leave here today!"

"I want you to pay for it!"

Wei Yuan was no longer in the mood to explain. UU reading www.uukanshu.com thugs were thugs, cut off with a sword, the tyrannical sword aura fell from the sky, violently cut down, the master of the strange beast turned pale, double The arms staggered to stop the sword qi, snorted, and then silently, the sword qi directly cut a hideous crack on the ground, the strong man directly fell into a coma, and the crack spread to an unknown depth.

There was a moment of silence around.

The white-haired swordman walked slowly.

The dryness in my heart slowly dissipated, and my spirit rose to the sky.

"I see the four wilderness areas..."

"Who dares to stop me."

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