Mirroring the changes

"Warm Wind Pavilion?"

The third village owner He Feiyu frowned and forgot to fan the feather fan in his hand.

Just now, Huang Daxian entered Li Geng's dream through Gu Mu.

Then he reported everything he saw and heard in the dream to He Feiyu.

"Is it just used to shelter from the wind and rain?"

Huang Daxian nodded firmly: "Absolutely correct."

"But this Warm Wind Pavilion probably has other uses, but ordinary disciples don't know it yet."

After saying that, he found paper and pen, drew the appearance of the 'Warm Wind Pavilion' he saw, and presented it to He Feiyu.

He Feiyu looked at the thing in front of him that looked like a small pavilion in the wild, but he couldn't help but feel a little contempt in his heart.

A great sect with a thousand years of history would actually create such a ridiculous thing at the moment of war.

Even if this small pavilion-like Warm Wind Pavilion is useful, how can it hold up under the attack of my demon army?

Oh, Shasheng Temple, let it become the stepping stone for me, He Feiyu, to become famous all over the world!

He Feiyu's ambition is not just a small Killing Temple.

In his eyes, the entire demon race, the whole world.

Humans should be slaves of the demon race!

He wants to unify the demon race and attack Huanglong just like the Red Emperor Yu Hongshan many years ago.

He is more aggressive and more drastic than her.

It has been more than a thousand years.

It's time to return this world to the demon race!

...

Three more days passed in a hurry.

There are undercurrents on both sides.

Killing Temple guards the Killing Peaks and Killing Forest.

At this moment, Qianji Sword Pavilion has spread all over the main roads of the upper and lower Killing Temple.

From a distance, there are small pavilions all over the mountains.

It adds a bit of charm to the originally slightly desolate Killing Mountain.

Among them, the disciples of the major sects were sent to guard various places.

Because there are mechanisms in the sword pavilion, which need to be operated with special Qianji techniques, there are at least two disciples of the Five Laws Zen Temple in each sword pavilion.

The demons of Wanshou Villa on the opposite side could not help but feel a little more gloating when they saw the black pavilions on the Killing Mountain.

"Haha, these bald donkeys still remember the romance before they die."

"The human race is so delicate that they think they can stop me by building a small pavilion?"

"Haha, if I slap it, half of the mountain will shake~"

"Not to mention those pavilions."

...

In the demon tent, He Feiyu was discussing the details with the demon tribe.

The big formation he set up is called "The Grass and Trees Are All Soldiers Formation".

This is a strange formation he set up based on the innate environment of the Killing Temple.

Lihuang has been mountainous since ancient times, and it is said to have 100,000 mountains.

And the Killing Temple is at the southernmost end of the 100,000 mountains.

All the entrances and exits are surrounded by mountains.

It should have been a good place that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, but the Killing Temple had been closed for two hundred years and had already suffered a lot of damage.

There are not so many disciples who can defend so many hills outside the gate.

So they simply shrink the battle line and gather the disciples in the Killing Temple to form a full defensive position.

This happened to benefit the monsters of Wanshou Mountain Villa.

They took advantage of the situation to occupy the mountains and formed a kind of encirclement.

In terms of momentum alone, they have won three points.

In addition, the Killing Temple has been in decline for many years and has been closed for two hundred years. It was not until recent years that it finally recovered some vitality.

But even so, there are only 800 monks and 200 lay disciples in the whole temple.

Even if the support of major sects is added, the total number will not exceed 2,000.

On the other hand, the monsters have a long lifespan and have caught up with the prosperity of luck. They have been multiplying for thousands of years and have long been countless.

This time, the monsters went south in large numbers, and the number is ten times that of the Killing Temple.

The third owner of the manor, He Feiyu, is well versed in arranging troops.

The military strategy says: if there are ten of them, surround them; if there are five of them, attack them; if there are twice as many of them, divide them; if they are the enemy, you can fight them; if they are fewer, you can escape; if they are inferior, you can avoid them.

So He Feiyu directly chose the siege method.

And there is another reason why they have been sieging but not attacking.

The formation method pays attention to the weather, the terrain, and the people.

Surrounded by mountains, it is the terrain.

Surrounded by ten, it is the harmony of people.

The only thing that the demon race lacks is the weather.

For the human race, the most important of the three talents is "people".

And for the demon race, the most important thing is "the weather"!

Because the transformation method practiced by the demon race is passed down from the ancient "Taiyin Lianzhen Pian".

This method is based on swallowing and spitting the moon's light as the foundation of the demon race, and it is the supreme way of the demon race.

But later the demon race was divided into three parts, and the "Taiyin Lianzhen Pian" mastered by the three families was not a complete version, and the transformation method had omissions.

So the power of the demon race will change with the waxing and waning of the moon.

When there is no moon in the sky, the power of the demon clan is the weakest.

When the moon is full in the sky, the power of the demon clan is the strongest.

At this moment, a full moon hangs on the top of the mountains.

The moonlight shines everywhere, and silver is scattered all over the wilderness.

The same moon is reflected in different pupils.

Outside the big tent, there is a void.

This is a high mountain, where you can see everything in the mountains.

Including the ancient temple in the distance.

On a proudly standing mountain stone, there is a dark shadow.

He is hunched over, and his whole body is hidden in the cloak.

Even from a distance, people can feel a chill.

He is the second owner of Wanshou Mountain Villa, the Snake Saint Fan Yuya.

At this moment, Fan Yuya raised his head slightly, and the silver moonlight sprinkled down, illuminating a pale and cold face.

Especially those pupils condensed into a vertical line, as if trying to cut the moon in the sky.

Under the cloak, he stretched out his right hand, and his spiritual power surged, vaguely forming a black mist that echoed the moon in the sky.

"It's quick, it's quick..."

The corners of Fan Yuya's mouth raised, revealing a hint of white that made people shudder.

White moonlight, white face, and white smile.

…

The Temple of Death.

The highest point of the Ksitigarbha Sutra Pavilion.

The silver moonlight passed through the window sill and sprinkled the room like a layer of frost.

A clear figure turned its back to the lights in the room.

He looked blankly at the moon in the sky.

I don't know why, but his back always gives people an indescribable feeling of sadness.

Like Fan Yuya standing on the top of the mountain, he also stretched out his palm.

The hands as white as jade also surged with majestic spiritual power.

It's just that his spiritual power is pure white and flawless, with a faint layer of light flickering.

"well."

Monk Mikan let out a long sigh.

"Is it really coming?"

…

At the same time, he was sent to Zen Palace.

The three elders also looked at the moon in the sky in trance.

One more day... it will be the night of the full moon.

If nothing unexpected happens, the demon clan will definitely launch an attack at that time.

Zen Master Huiming frowned worriedly.

Subconsciously looking to the side, Junior Brother Hui Meng had his eyes closed and his lips were beating rapidly, as if he was reciting the Prajna Heart Sutra.

Huiming curled his lips, wondering what's the use of improvising.

Look to the other side again.

Zen Master Hushen looked at the moon in the sky, with no sadness or joy on his face, and eternal peace in his eyes.

The moonlight shone on his monk's robe, making him look extremely holy.

Surprise flashed across Monk Huiming's face: "Senior Brother's Zen mind must have been greatly accomplished!"