Wormhole Ridge, lying in the southwest direction of the land of Shenzhou, more than 800 miles in radius, the mountains stretch, the ridge rises and falls, and there are many caves in the mountain, dense as beetle erosion, so it is named Wormhole Ridge, in fact, it is a place where spiritual power is difficult to gather and easy to disperse, and it is rumored that there are many poisonous insects and monsters in the mountain, so it is abandoned by the three worlds of people, immortals and demons, and the consensus is the earth cow stone field.

For thousands of years, the cultivators have traveled all over the mountains and rivers, but this Wormhole Ridge is rarely visited, and it is rumored that there are occasional cultivators who have strayed in, but there is no return, so the strange and strange rumors are even worse, that is, when the Demon Sect was confused across the Three Realms, it also avoided talking about this place, and all kinds of reasons accumulated, and the Wormhole Ridge gradually faded out of the cultivator's field of vision and became a real barbaric place.

Due to fate, more than 100 years ago, the number of silverfish born in the silverfish ridge continued to expand, and the foraging silverfish swarmed and swept the mountains within a radius of 800 miles. For a time, other animal populations in the ridge were swept away by this carnivorous organism, and then the silverfish dispersed outward, and actually began to invade the border land inhabited by humans, at the beginning, those silverfish still only ate livestock and poultry, and then with the continuous increase of silverfish's appetite, and the lack of food, silverfish began to attack humans frequently, and it is even rumored that silverfish, which sucked human flesh and flesh, began to mutate and become bloodthirsty magic insects, and later developed into non-human non-human food.

For a time, the terrifying rumors spread around the Silverhole Mountains, and the trade between the Central Plains and the local people was interrupted, and the border land, which was already barren and scarce in materials, was like making matters worse, and the local people were miserable.

It is also rumored that there is a silverfish mother hidden in this silverfish ridge, as long as this mother is eliminated, the silverfish will no longer multiply, so the local villagers scraped together enough silver taels, and offered a reward notice to recruit capable people and righteous people to eliminate harm for the people. How can it backfire, there are a number of people who take the list, swearing, after all, there is no return, the people spend all their money and not to say, but also arouse the hatred and revenge of silverfish, and the beetle is even more harmful than before.

In desperation, the people were desperate, drew lots to form a silverfish fighting team, led by a pulse surnamed Liu Langzhong, sneaked into the silverfish ridge, day and night, hard work paid off, and finally found the silverfish mother nest in the hinterland of the silverfish ridge - the silverfish peak, but what everyone did not expect was that the silverfish mother nest had countless silverfish guards.

At the time of despair, the leader Liu Langzhong inadvertently found that among the silverfish killed, there is a type of silverfish that has a very special appearance, and humans will be alienated after being infected with its blood.

After Liu Langzhong was infected with silverfish blood, he said goodbye to the villagers in tears and went to the depths of the silverfish nest alone.

After he returned to the ground, looking at his weird and grotesque shadow under the sun, he knew in his heart that he was no longer human, he sat silently on the rock for a long time, looking into the distance, looking at his hometown, his mind could not be calm for a long time, so he sat silently, the sun and the moon changed, the stars shifted, looking at the dancing tentacles stretched out in his body, Liu Langzhong gritted his teeth fiercely and walked back into the crypt.

In this way, he regarded himself as a silverfish, accepted the arrangement of fate, and lived with thousands of silverfish. Gradually, the silverfish discovered that his wisdom was beyond the ordinary, and they unconsciously honored him as the new leader, and gave him the head of the horse, and obeyed his orders. Gradually, Liu Langzhong also got used to this kind of life, so he simply occupied the mountain as the king, and gave himself the nickname of the old demon of the beetle. Then, the 800-mile radius of the Silverhole Ridge became a kingdom under his rule, and loneliness and loneliness accompanied this half-human, half-worm monster has been surviving, no one knows, what year is the end.

But since Liu Langzhong became the leader of the silverfish, there has never been an incident of silverfish flowing out of the silverfish ridge and harassing and mutilating the people. Although the believers have never seen this silverfish god with their own eyes, but in their hearts, the silverfish god is wise and powerful, and the instrument is extraordinary, and combined with the rumor that its predecessor is the pulse of the doctor, therefore, for its portrait has become a dignified appearance, phoenix eyes, feet on silverfish, one hand lightly brushed the beard, the other hand to probe the pulse of the posture of the god, and even do not know the believers, educate the next generation, give birth to children to grow into the appearance of the silverfish god, to be comfortable and pleasing to the eye, but I don't know that one day, after the old demon of the silverfish saw his own portrait, or the believers saw the true face of the silverfish god, what did they think, naturally these are later words, but not mentioned for the time being。

Looking at the beetle ridge again, without the harassment of human tracks, it should have been more natural and harmonious, full of vitality, but the beetle mountain is still black all year round, a dead air, that is, the birds, beasts, insects and fish in the mountains are very rare, not to mention the strange flowers and plants.

No one knows, and they can't figure out, how the old silverfish demon restrained those silverfish, and where did he get a food source to feed the huge army of silverfish.

On this day, the sky is full of gloomy clouds, bursts of wind roaring, the eight hundred miles of the Worm Ridge is lifeless, occasionally there are lost birds passing by, but also the eyes are full of fear and panic, desperately waving their wings, reining in the chirping, doing a quick escape, as if the eight hundred miles of the Worm Ridge lives an unknown Yaksha Death, up to the clouds, down to the bottom of the river, full of the breath of death, full of desolation, lifeless, better than the desert Gobi.

And in the hinterland of the Silverfish Ridge, between the gray heaven and earth, a huge stone peak is particularly abrupt and conspicuous, the stone peak towers into the clouds from afar, straight into the sky, the black clouds on the mountainside are like ink, the roll Shu is entangled, when gathering and scattering, a trace of hideousness can be seen faintly, look at it more stunned, a huge stone peak is not an inch of grass, the mountain stone is black, smooth, as if the iron casting, the ridge is like a knife cutting axe, revealing a miserable blue light, like the back of a monster, what is more peculiar is that the whole stone peak is full of holes, the size can be used by one person to enter and exit, like beetle erosion, the entrance of those holes is slightly inclined downward, only the entrance is a little bright, and then the inside is pitch black, unfathomable, The whole stone peak really seems to be full of holes, the yin wind blows, pours into the beetle, and makes a ghostly cry-like "woo" wail, which makes people count down and creep.

Suddenly, a fluorescent light flew from the sky, with a piercing sound of breaking the air, from far and near, hovering around the stone peak for a moment, and then burrowed into the black clouds on the mountainside. In the tumbling and boiling black clouds, flickering, after lingering for a while, suddenly exert force, urging a huge cyclone waves, discharging the thick black clouds on the mountainside, and after a few weeks, along the ridge, soaring into the sky, impressively on the top of the mountain, the fluorescence suddenly subsided, but I saw a young scholar wearing an indigo blue shirt, wearing a scarf, a very beautiful figure, and a handsome and elegant face. His whole body clothes fluttered gently with the mountain wind, his face was slightly dignified, a pair of bright eyes scanned the stone peak under his feet, and then raised his head to stare at the bleak clouds, pondered for a long time, and then from the cuffs, slowly took out a more than one inch long emerald green flute, the flute grew in the palm of the hand, growing to about three feet, the whole body was extremely green, there seemed to be fluorescent flow on it, and it was a fairy treasure at a glance.

The scholar gently put the flute to his lips, calmed down, used his ears and eyes together, carefully perceiving all the movements around him, and after a while, with the continuous flicking of his fingertips, a flute sound came slowly, the flute sound poured down from the top of the mountain, along the beetle on the mountain, rippling and drifting in, the flute sound was not big at first, and then gradually rose up, from low to passionate Qingyue, and finally reached the extreme, the sound cracked gold stone straight into the sky.

At the same time, the whole stone peak under the scholar's feet began to shake violently as stimulated, as the flute continued to rise, the stone peak shook more and more, and then it seemed that the whole mountain peak tilted up, as if one was about to collapse accidentally, and from the thousands of beetles, there were bursts of "rustling" sounds, like whispering, like ghosts crying, listening to it makes people's hearts numb, the bones are cold and the hairs stand up, and with the vibration of the mountain, it seems that there are thousands of troops and horses hidden inside, and they are about to come out and gush.

When the flute sound reached a very high place, the stone peak also trembled with a lot of shadows, and finally, with a series of loud sounds, from the mouths of the thousands of beetles on the stone peak, the red clouds were sprayed out, those red clouds were extremely fast, and they were like dancing huge tentacles, or rolled to the bottom of the valley, or stretched out to the sky, and the "rustling" sound became more and more dense, louder and louder, and even had a tendency to cover the flute sound, and later it became a loud sound of "humming", which was sprinkled out from this barren mountain and wild range, so that the eight hundred miles of beetle ridge were moved!

A moment later, accompanied by several loud noises, the thousands of red clouds gradually merged and converged into one, forming an even greater red cloud tentacles, stretching and swaying in the air, stirring up the wind and clouds, like a giant beast trapped in a cage for a long time, today it can see the light of day again, and vent its anger at the sky! At this time, as if pouring out the accumulated power in the body, the mountain gradually stabilized.

On the other hand, the sound of the flute seems to be deliberately seduced, sliding from an extremely high place, turning into a rhythmic tremor, sometimes high and sometimes low, sometimes urgent and sometimes slow, provoking the mood and proclaiming existence. Naturally, the huge red cloud tentacles, as if they suddenly felt something, swayed in the air, paused, moved in the direction of the flute, as if listening, as if searching, and later, with a piercing whistling sound, rolled with boundless anger, the huge red cloud tentacles pointed directly at the peak flute.

In an instant, the light disappeared in front of the scholar's eyes, and the daylight seemed to be blocked by something, the red cloud was miserable, covering the sky and the sun, and the huge red cloud tentacles, with bursts of fishy smell, wrapped in strong wind, rushed to the face.