A pillow view.

The existence of this long-defunct Taoist temple in Red Candle Town was originally just a dilapidated manor, where yellow foxes and wild beavers often haunt in the dark night, and lonely crows cry branches in the cold night, and the sound is as miserable as a sharp ghost howl.

The "people" in the town are very taboo about this dilapidated manor, thanks to the old storyteller, because the old man who has been idle for many years will pull a small broken desk and tell some stories of ghosts and gods on the street corners, and the frightened expression on the old man's face when telling the story is very strong, as if these stories have been seen or experienced by himself. In his story, there is no shortage of horrors about this dilapidated garden. People have a natural nature, they are always careless or even dismissive of things that have nothing to do with them, but when they are really related to their own vital interests, they will be extremely enthusiastic. So even if the people of the town knew the old man's clichés, they couldn't help but stop and listen to the old man's story about the garden.

Therefore, almost all the people in the town avoided this garden in avement, not entirely because of the story of the old storyteller, but more because of the yellow fox and wild beaver that haunted the manor in the middle of the night.

The Yellow Fox Beaver is seen in many Monster novels as a servant or messenger of the old ghosts and monsters, and the places where these little things often haunt are regarded as ominous places. This is well known and recognized, both inside and outside the town.

Therefore, the people in the town, who were accustomed to hearing the strange tales of the wild and the wild, always maintained a sense of reverence for the dilapidated garden, and instinctively sought the advantages and avoided the disadvantages to stay away from the manor.

The reason why this situation occurs in the town is related to the "alarmism" of the storyteller, and more importantly, the residents who have only a little "humanity" left are born with a kind of resistance to this dilapidated manor.

This is related to the difference between gods and ghosts, which can be simply understood as a long-cherished enemy.

Above the sky, the sound of wind and thunder occupied half of the wall, like a curtain wrapped in wind and thunder from the nine skies. The scorching electric light gathered and pressed like a dense spider web. The sound of Huanghuang thunder was bounded by Red Candle Town, rolling and rolling, and this small town, which was usually indisputable with the world, was like a cage at this time, firmly restraining those electric lights like silver snakes dancing in the sky, without the slightest inclination beyond the edge of the town.

With the accumulation of lightning and thunder, a crack appeared on the edge of Red Candle Town, which was a precursor to the collapse of the space.

These violent thunderbolts are not like fire, a raging flame is in a small space, if it can't break through the shackles of space, it can't reach the critical point of explosion, and it will eventually be quietly extinguished. Thunder and lightning are caused by violent friction, and the smaller the space, the more powerful it will be. The flowing wind and thunder generated electric light due to violent friction, and the agitated electric light would constantly impact this solid cage at the same time, forming an even more powerful wind and thunder. Therefore, at this time, Red Candle Town is like a chaotic lake, as long as the old shopkeeper is still in it, the wind and thunder in the town will become more and more intense.

To put it simply, Red Candle Town at this time is like a solid formation with four walls, and the old shopkeeper hanging high in the sky and beating drums endlessly is the eye of this formation.

Outside of Red Candle Town, before the Three Mountains.

The silver-robed old Taoist with frosty hair looked at the wind and thunder that were gathering rapidly with the momentum of coercion, and his face was still unwavering. However, the group of Taoists behind him couldn't hold back, and their solemn expressions were like facing a great enemy.

A Taoist behind the old man couldn't take his eyes off the grand scene of absorbing wind and thunder like a whirlpool, and his majestic spiritual power was also stimulated with the wind and thunder, at this time his spiritual power had been stimulated to the peak state, but he still couldn't keep up with the devastating wind and thunder a few miles away in front of him.

Finally, at a certain moment, his Dao heart almost collapsed, and he said in a panicked tone: "Senior, if the old thief of the Li family is allowed to brew like this, not only will this Seven Star Mountain Range not be able to be saved, but we will all die here, and even the Moray Pavilion that the predecessor has worked so hard to manage for so many years will also be affected!"

Wen Yu's master, the old Taoist who still didn't change his face, smiled slightly, and said lightly: "You can do it." ”

This is the second time in hundreds of years that the two sides have not negotiated, the key is that two times or on the same day, at such a critical juncture, it is impossible for the old Taoist to do something strange not to make the group of Taoists from the same sect behind him.

The Taoist suppressed the anger in his heart, took a deep breath of the damp cold air, and shouted loudly: "Sect master brother listen to the order!

In the next moment, several streams of spiritual power like volcanic eruptions suddenly rushed up, washing the space and exploding in all directions.

The old man's face was sarcastic, and he thought that they would listen to what he had just admonished.

Several Daoists from the same sect opened their bodies like stars changing, but the speed was like lightning and fire, and the lines of spiritual power were torn apart like clusters of threads, and even mortals with the naked eye could see their body trajectories clearly following the faint and flickering lines of spiritual power.

As the figures of several Daoists opened, those lines of spiritual power were like intertwined spider webs in the space, cumbersome and complex, obscure and mysterious, and each line of spiritual power trembled with the body shape like a soft sword without substance, and in the subtle tremor, powder-like space debris fell like dust that had been shaken off.

Obviously, they were casting an extremely sharp attacking formation, and they seemed to want to cut through the wind and thunder that was imprisoned by the old shopkeeper.

But the next moment, the leader of the formation shouted again, "Get up again!"

As soon as the words fell, between Red Candle Town and the Housan Mountain, a terrifying shadow suddenly emerged, and the extremely exaggerated shadow movement spread out in a line was like a broken lens messy in the wind, reflecting thousands of bright scenes.

The shadow movement of a line spread out like a thousand rays of light is nothing else, but a miasma node that has been compressed into a line by brute force by the old observer of the Moray Temple.

At this time, those compressed lines swelled outward like filaments entering the water, and because the essence of the miasma node was the genus of space, it was as dazzling as a densely gathered star under the multiple reflections of the wind and thunder controlled by the old shopkeeper.

At this time, this area suddenly became generous and bright, and everyone's faces shimmered with extremely bright silver light, and the light flickered, like a god descending from the sky.

It was only then that the old shopkeeper, who suddenly beat the mournful drum, took his eyes off the drum surface, and looked at the silver light that flickered at great speed, and a look of remembrance appeared in the old eyes.

How this sparkling brilliance resembles the sword shadow that flickered under the moonlit night a long, long time ago.

When the drum sounds, the sword light and sword shadow emerges, and when the drum falls, the sword light and sword shadow cease all the light.

The old shopkeeper only remembered for a moment, but the next moment, the magnificent light was suddenly extinguished!

Without the slightest warning, the flickering silver light seemed to have been erased by life!

The most incredible thing is that with the old shopkeeper as the center, the electric light that encompasses the entire Red Candle Town is becoming more and more bright, stinging the brightness of the eyes.

The whole area has entered the night, but the place where the old shopkeeper sits is as bright as the sun.

This was very unreasonable, and the group of Daoists who were casting the formation were all stunned, and their faces were shocked.

How is this possible?

They knew that the old shopkeeper controlled the seasonal day and night changes here, and it was easy to reverse the night or change the seasons in this area, but the brilliance of the formation they urged was not possessed by the formation itself, but was reflected from the momentum of the wind and thunder.

Now the light reflected on the miasma nodes and lines has suddenly disappeared, and there is only one possibility, the reflected light has been absorbed!

In other words, the nodal lines can still reflect the light, but the moment they reflect it, it is absorbed by something inexplicable!

Is it that thunder pool-like barrier or something else?!

In the darkness, no one could see the faces of his companions, and the thunder sounds of miles away gradually faded away, replaced by the thump of a heart in his chest like a dense rain.

Suppression, extreme depression, even breathing has become difficult and abnormal, as if the neck is clutched by death, only the beating sound of the heart is denser than the old shopkeeper's drumming.

In the pure darkness, a loud voice pretending to be calm sounded, "Hold your mind and continue to set up the formation!" The miasma node has not been broken, as long as the miasma node is pulled apart, with the formation line as the blade and the miasma node as the container, the thunder pool enchantment can be cut and stored. At that time, it doesn't matter whether the thunder and lightning blow up the space, or the space swallows the thunder and lightning, it doesn't matter, the top priority is to stop the brewing momentum of the old thief of the Li family, otherwise we will be buried in this thunder pool that is constantly accumulating power, and even the kind of soul will not remain!"

Then he took the lead in sweeping the figure, trying to pull away the alluvial miasma.

If you want to break the old shopkeeper's thunder pool enchantment, in the eyes of this group of Taoists, this is the only way to do it.

First, the barrier is cut, and then the lightning is poured into the space of the node.

At this time, the silver-haired old Taoist said a murderous sentence, "Do you really think that with your little bit of Dao Xing, you can break through this Thunder Pool Enchantment?"

The group of Taoists turned a deaf ear to the old man's words, but moved quickly and quickly.

The old man seemed to be stupid by this group of people, and then continued: "Just at the level of arranging troops, your entire sect together is comparable to the old shopkeeper?!"

"Even if it's comparable, then do you know what kind of existence there is in this town, an existence that is beyond the reach of all the formation masters in the whole world!"

This group of Taoists still did not listen to persuasion.

In the end, the old man was annoyed and said: "It's really a lack of vertical and conspiracy!"

In Red Candle Town, above the dilapidated manor, lightning and thunder roared, like the sky pouring into white.

At the moment when the thunder and lightning broke out, the yellow fox and wild beavers hovering in the dilapidated manor seemed to be frightened, and fled frantically towards the outside of the manor. The jackdaws that stayed on the branches at night were also silent at this time, tightly folding their wings and trembling.

In the perception of these jackdaws, this area is full of irresistible fear, and fear spreads like night, everywhere, and there is really no way to hide.

Since he broke his mud, Sun Xishan, who was dressed like a god, has been sitting in the temple, at this time he is like a sculpture, at a glance, like a lifelike statue sitting on the Ming Hall.

Regarding this dispute, he would only watch from the beginning to the end, and would never interfere in any way, and he did not even have the urge to step out of the Taoist temple to take a look.

No matter what the battle situation is, the success or failure of Red Candle Town doesn't seem to have anything to do with him, because he now knows the final direction and future path of the battle.

In the future, he will only have more on his shoulders than he does now.

For him, this is a long way to go.

After Sun Xishan sat in the Ming Hall for a long time, he finally made a move, he took a gold wire winding scroll from his arms and gently spread it on his knees.

It was a blank scroll, and he rubbed his fingertips lightly over the page, and amazingly, his fingers were just rubbing against the page, but he had the illusion of probing the space with his palm.

It was just a scroll the size of a square inch, under the friction of Sun Xishan's fingertips, as if it was a vast territory of thousands of miles, and he gently pressed the fingertips as slender as a woman's green onion into the scroll, and the scroll was not pierced, but instead swallowed the jade onion-like fingers like a deep pool, only stirring up subtle ripples.

This situation and this scene are like a lady washing in the shallow stream of the clear stream.

It's weird, it's weird.

The man with a delicate face and a snake and jade ring in his ears gently stirred the "ripples", and his whole person originally gave people the feeling of being feminine and soft, and he was alive and well as a scholar who ate soft rice. But at this moment, the momentum is suddenly raised, like a god in the river, and heaven and earth are lowered their eyebrows.

He stirred the "ripples" in this volume as if he was stirring the world, calmly and condescendingly.

After a while, he actually chuckled, and seemed to enjoy the feeling of "one finger can disturb the pattern of heaven and earth".

It's just a pity that at that time, there must have been a lot of constraints.

The higher the position, the higher the height, the more unbearable the cold, and even walking on thin ice, but losing the original intention.

This is just one of the many things he has to offer, and there will be many, many more in the future.

Thinking of this, he felt a little sorry, the old shopkeeper has the grace of knowing him, this is not just as simple as delegating power, the most important kindness to Sun Xishan is that the old shopkeeper has stimulated his bloody side.

Before that, he only dared to hold a grudge against the old shopkeeper, and never thought that he dared to confront the old man openly, although he suffered and was beaten badly, but he was grateful to the old shopkeeper in his heart.

The old shopkeeper made him understand a truth, it turned out that he didn't just rely on sending people to live in the world.

It's just a pity that this old man, who has the grace of knowing himself, is now going to die completely.

Die alone in the thunder, leading thousands of people to rise from the sea of corpses and blood.

It's singable, it's sad, it's sad.

In fact, the old shopkeeper doesn't have to die, but he insists on begging for death, in the final analysis, he is still the one who dares to be the first in the world!

In this conquest battle, someone must beat the loudest drum for the beginning of the war, only in this way can the blood that has been buried for 700 years be stimulated, and the old treasurer, as the most admired war drummer in the past, did not hesitate to choose himself.

So he must die!

Sun Xishan withdrew his fingers from the scroll, but did not close the scroll, but gently shook his sleeve robe, and the golden powder collected from the clay sculpture fell down the sleeve, and they all fluttered like golden snowflakes.

The golden powder fell on the surface of the roll and slowly melted, as if it was sinking in the deep water of Bitan.

Then the next moment, those sprinkling golden powder outlined a beautiful golden picture.

On the picture scroll is the red candle town of ten miles of spring breeze and the three mountains after that.

The scenery in the painting scroll is so vivid that it will even make people fall into it after looking at it for a long time, and the words and deeds of those passers-by are like living creatures.

The twisting bluestone pavement, the old mansion with peeling walls, the majestic and solemn town gate, and the desolate mass grave. All the scenery is exquisite, there is nothing antique, and some are just the most rustic towns.

Anyone in the town should look heartwarming.

It's just that this extremely craftsman painting is missing only something, and it doesn't look perfect.

There are a few people missing from the scroll.

A few of the most important people for the town.

If these people appear in the picture, it should be the most perfect ending.

But this is not what Sun Xishan can force.

He gently closed the scroll, got up from the high platform and walked to the threshold, not looking at the fascinating silver dragon electric dance, but focusing on the back three mountains in the dark night.

The night was very dark, and it was difficult for even a cultivator with advanced cultivation to see the outline of the back three mountains.

But in the eyes of such a handsome man, the mountain is golden at this moment.