Museum of Demons

The original powerful and domineering Lord of the Ruins, his head was smashed to pieces, his true spirit was completely annihilated, and he fell directly to the ground. The white-haired Taoist narrowed his eyes, although he understood that such a strong man was only half a step away from the top ten peaks. , there must be means to lock the future and present, and return in the long river of time.

But he couldn't stop it.

I can kill, but I can't crush it completely in one go...

The Taoist felt his current situation.

In fact, it is not necessary to return to the Lord of the Ruins to be much better after being injured. It is just forcible to run the Zhoushan exercise to maintain the most basic vitality. Once this mythical concept is dissipated, it will be like an old man who was wounded on his waist by Gonggong at that time. Not the same as Zhou, he was directly injured and fainted.

In addition, his own strength is no match for Laobu Zhoushan.

It is possible to die on the spot this time.

"The Lord of Returning Ruins..."

"It's really amazing."

The Taoist forcibly suppressed his qi and turned his eyes to see that he had had a fierce confrontation with the Lord of the Ruins. The small world where the tone has shifted to somewhere.

Wei Yuan looked at the corpse of the Lord of the Ruins, and his soul was swept away.

The corners of his mouth twitched.

Gone…

it's gone...

All the spiritual treasures, magic treasures, and foreign objects on this guy are gone.

All were shattered.

Damn... After being poor for so many years, I finally got a chance to pick up a corpse that exploded, so it's gone? ! Who the **** broke this baby?

It's me, it's me, woohoo!

The white-haired Taoist twitched the corners of his mouth, but in the end he was helpless and sighed.

I can't laugh and laugh at myself any more, my internal organs will be shattered, the Taoist looked at the young man over there, and saw his plain clothes, he looked worried, and beckoned the child to come over, the Taoist stretched out his hand to He rubbed his hair: "Chengming?"

"Ok…"

"Your mother, Empress Houtu, when did she disappear?"

Chiming said, "Just a few years ago..."

A few years ago…

Emperor Wa has been missing for a long time. It seems that Houtu has finally found the trail. He went to the so-called Yuxu Secret Realm, but he has not seen the Taoist return. Therefore, he decided to embark on the road of saving Emperor Wa. The Taoist looked sad and said: : "...That's it."

"You know Empress Houtu, can you take me to find her?"

The Taoist smiled helplessly: "Oh... I want to find her too."

The young man in front of him suddenly gritted his teeth, fell down, and kowtowed, "Then, can you accept me as your disciple and teach me the methods of swordsmanship and cultivation?"

The Taoist was slightly startled, then raised his hand to help him up, and said in a gentle voice, "Your innate physique has surpassed 99% of the cultivation spells in the world. If you follow the steps, you will be able to go to a place where you are strong enough. As for swordsmanship..."

He smiled and said, "Your fate is not here in Pindao."

"And the poor Daoist can't stay with you for a long time."

After all, I don't know when I can go back to the future, and I don't know when this injury will break out.

The young man Chuanming looked sad.

The white-haired Taoist said with a free and easy smile: "However, there are still things for the poor Taoist to do. If you don't find it boring, you can also come with me. Your future swordsmanship will never be worse than mine. If I pass on my swordsmanship. To you, it will only affect your own talent."

"Nevertheless."

"But I can teach you the basic skills of swordsmanship."

The young man was stunned for a little while, then he was overjoyed.

He wanted to apprentice, but the Taoist raised his hand to help him up, shook his head and declined, Chuming helped the Taoist to walk to the corpse of the Lord of the Ruins, the Taoist looked at the corpse of the ancient supreme, the original pride and ambition, swallowed the whole world, for example Dahuang and Kunlun were full of high spirits, and they were just a corpse after death.

"Returning from the years...?"

The white-haired Daoist muttered to himself in a calm manner, fluttering his sleeves, and clenching his five fingers abruptly.

The young man Chuanming suddenly heard a huge thunder-like roar, and the earthquake trembled, making him a little unsteady to stand. Just as his face was flustered, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to grab the hem of the Taoist's clothes, and suddenly his expression changed, and he saw a huge giant in the sky. Incomparable mountains are flying towards this place.

An incomparably tall goddess shouted in a panic:

"I don't know why it is so powerful, why did you take me here?!"

The Taoist's words were warm and calm: "Poor Dao Yuxu, I'll lend you a mountain."

"Yes, but this mountain..."

The tall and dignified man did not dare to resist, the white-haired Daoist said in a gentle tone: "Don't worry, the poor Daoist has borrowed and repaid, and today I will form a cause and effect with you. In his year, he will definitely make sacrifices for many mountain gods in the Three Realms and Eight Wastelands. It is considered to coexist with the human race, how about it?”

A mere mountain god, who is not the leader of Kunlun, where can there be sacrifices from the human race?

The mountain **** was slightly startled, and then he was overjoyed and bowed again.

"This, your honor and discretion."

"Please, please!"

The white-haired Taoist pulled the young Chuming with one hand, clasped his five fingers together with his backhand, his eyes were dull, will he return in the future? I told you that even if you return, you will never want to take back your original cultivation base so easily. The heavy mountains fell directly, and the body of the Lord of the Ruins was sealed under it.

The five elements are interdependent and change. There are many big trees on these mountain ranges, which are directly formed by extracting the remaining power in the body of the Lord of the Ruins. Therefore, it is extremely majestic and rises into the sky. The tallest tree, but It is the seed of mustard seeds, which absorbs the power of the Lord of the Ruins, and is three hundred miles high, like a giant pillar, almost like it is about to touch the sky.

"This, this is..." Chu Ming and many mountain gods were dazzled.

The Taoist also pointed to the pen and wrote a line under the mountain.

Each pen is written extremely slowly and deeply, nurturing its own way.

"Pindao Town returns to the market here."

Finally, when he retracted his palm, the Taoist felt a **** aura in his mouth again, and his eyes were indifferent and calm.

come back?

For the poor way, it will take thousands of years, step by step, to practice again.

The white-haired Taoist turned around, bowed his hands slightly to the many mountain gods over there, and said in a gentle voice: "Then, in these years, you have worked hard, you don't need to be here, just come and visit once in a while, this is also a great wasteland, it should be No one dares to mess around."

"Don't dare, don't dare."

The mountain gods all dispersed.

He watched the white-haired Taoist walk away with the handsome young man, the white-haired black hairpin, and the young man holding a sword.

After a long time, many mountain gods turned their heads and looked at the mountains that stretch for thousands of miles. They were worried for a while and didn't know what to do. One of the mountain gods sighed: "Now we are here, I'm afraid we can't use the original name. , so, let's take a new name."

"The big guy's name will come together soon."

The names of the ancient times were all very cumbersome. In the end, the mountain **** chose a name that was almost not so outrageous, and decided to make a plan: "Yaozhuanshan!"

"Well, by the way, since it's the one who suppressed the remnants of something, we'll add another name."

Another old Maishan Shendao:

"Since that's what that person meant, shouldn't this evil be put first?"

"that's true…"

"Is there a problem? No problem!"

A group of mountain gods who actually have no culture or arrogance immediately made a decision. After a burst of joy, they were quite proud. After getting drunk, they left each other until very far away, and the name gradually spread. .

……

In the great wasteland, there is a mountain called Nie Yaozhuan.

There is a support tree on it, and the columns are three hundred miles away, and its leaves are like mustards.

—— "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness of the East"

…………

For the next three days, the Taoist took Chu Ming all the way back towards the human race, teaching the young man the basics of swordsmanship along the way, that is, the basic usage of swords that can be found at will in later generations, while other times, the Taoist will look for those spiritual materials. Treasure medicine.

What he was holding in his hand was a medicine with stronger medicinal properties than the Immortal Flower that Jue had given him back then.

But after Wei Yuan swallowed it, he only felt that the majestic and warm medicinal properties were like dripping water into a river, and there was basically no ripples. That slightly bitter taste.

At that time, it was because he was only a mortal body.

So the effect of the immortal flower is particularly obvious...

The Taoist thought, for example, when his base number was only [one], the effect of something with an energy value of over 1,000, the immortal flower, is very good, and now, the immortal flower is just a drop in the bucket. The injuries caused by the power of the ruins are probably only inferior to the full strength of the top ten.

Even compared to Emperor Wa, Houtu, the top ten peaks who are not good at fighting.

This guy's attack power is stronger.

If it wasn't for the tempering of the thunder fire at that time, and then over the years, to have a preliminary grasp of the indestructibility of Buzhoushan's kung fu, the people who fell there at that time might not be just the corpse of the Lord of the Ruins, and the sword light stopped. , The Taoist raised his eyes and saw the young man over there choking.

The clothes in that suit, the Taoist casually changed into a neat set again using the Taoist method.

And the young man also tidied up the hair that was originally loose, like a Taoist priest.

The hair was tied with a wooden hairpin, and two long strands of hair fell on the temples.

The handsome young man, holding a sword and performing martial arts, is not bad. Wei Yuan propped his chin and pointed out the basics of chongming swordsmanship. He did not teach the advanced parts, but just taught him the most basic parts of swordsmanship as the Master taught him back then. To the choking in front of me.

Looking at the long river around, he looked peaceful.

He couldn't find any medicine to stop his injuries from collapsing rapidly. Even if Buzhoushan's body was able to lock his qi, he would fall into a coma due to serious injuries. Maybe in a blink of an eye, it might have arrived in the modern age, but Wei Yuan didn't know the reason. , but there is an instinct, which will directly block the door to the top ten.

The ten peaks are the past, the present and the future, and they do not use other methods to travel to the past.

Then I honestly waited for time to flow.

The results seem to be similar, but the personalities are different.

"Senior, what are we doing here?" Chuming put away the sword, made a fire and prepared to cook some simple meals. The Taoist sat cross-legged on the bluestone and said, "Find a friend."

"friend?"

The young man was choked and puzzled.

"Heh... Old man, I'm not qualified to be your friend."

Suddenly, there was a vast and thick voice. Inside this great wasteland, an old tortoise slowly stepped out of the river. Its stature was so huge that it frightened Chiming, but its eyes were gentle and kind, like an old man. The white-haired Daoist said: "Pin Dao has seen the old gentleman."

"Sir?" Chu Ming was puzzled.

The white-haired Taoist introduced: "Back then, he was the one who met Fuxi with the Hetu Luoshu on his back."

"Haha, I was really overwhelmed by that Hetu Luo Shu, so I had to find someone who could cure him." The old turtle replied with a smile. He just sighed with emotion: "I also know your intention."

"However, I really can't do anything about your injury."

This is the tortoise carrying the Hetu Luoshu, the current situation is that even he can't seem to find a way to make the Taoist's injury completely recover without having to fall asleep. Where does the Tao come from?"

"I don't know... I just know your intention."

The old wise man shook his head: "I just think that the old man has to come here."

"Otherwise you will miss someone."

"That's it..." The Taoist sighed helplessly, and invited the old turtle to come and sit down to drink tea. His expression was still peaceful. He got up to fetch the fishing rod. His footsteps suddenly paused. At this moment, the young man has not reacted.

The old turtle turned into a human figure, his expression changed several times, and finally said with a wry smile:

"It seems that UU Reading www.uukanshu.com has come to be qualified to be your friend."

Then he bowed his hands deeply.

The white-haired Taoist raised his eyes slightly and saw the light of the stars flowing, his sleeves robe slightly waving.

Under the starlight, a slightly indifferent voice descended: "Where's the Lord of Returning Ruins?"

"killed."

"...You have a grudge against him?"

The white-haired Taoist said:

"No hatred, no grudges, it's just a test of the sword."

The old man who bowed his hands deeply in salute was numb, his body trembled, and the starlight was falling. The young emperor with black hair and robe stood on the other side, the white-haired Taoist man, holding a bamboo pole, with a gentle demeanor and intertwined qi, let the old wise man His heart was beating wildly, and Chiming had been blocked by the Qi machine.

In the end, the white-haired Taoist smiled slightly, breaking the tit-for-tat atmosphere that almost made the old man stand unsteady, and bowed his hands a little:

"It's a great pleasure to have a friend from afar. Would you like to have a drink together?"

"Poor Dao, Yu Xu."

The plain voice was silent and replied:

"The Great Wilderness, Di Jun."

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