The owner of the third village, He Feiyu, frowned and forgot to fan the feather fan in his hand.
Just now, Wong Tai Sin passed through the Gu Mother and fell into a dream.
Then he reported everything he saw and heard in the dream to He Feiyu.
"Just to keep out the wind and rain?"
Wong Tai Sin nodded firmly: "You can't be wrong."
"But this Nuanfeng Pavilion probably has other uses, but ordinary disciples don't know about it yet."
After saying that, he found paper and pen, drew what he saw as the 'Warm Wind Pavilion', and presented it to He Feiyu.
He Feiyu looked at something similar to a small pavilion in the wild, but couldn't help but feel a bit of contempt in his heart.
The majestic thousand-year-old sect would actually create such a ridiculous thing just before a war.
Even though this small pavilion-like Nuanfeng Pavilion is useful, how can it hold up under the offensive of our demon army?
Oh, Shasheng Temple, please be 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 is the entire demon clan and the entire world.
Humans should be slaves to the demon clan!
He wants to unify the demon clan and attack Huanglong just like the Red Emperor Yu Hongshan did many years ago.
He is more enterprising than her, and more drastic than her.
It has been more than a thousand years.
It’s time to give this world back to the demon clan!
…
Another three days passed by in a hurry.
There is already an undercurrent surging between the two sides.
The Shasheng Temple guards the Shasheng Peaks and the Shasheng Forest.
At this moment, Qianjijian Pavilion has spread all over the main roads of Shasheng Temple.
Looking from a distance, there are small pavilions all over the mountains and plains.
It adds a bit of charm to the originally desolate Killing Mountain.
Disciples from each major sect were sent to various places to guard.
Because there are mechanisms in the sword pavilion that require special Qianji techniques to operate, there are at least two disciples of Wulu Chanyuan in each sword pavilion.
On the other hand, the demon clan in Wanshou Villa across the way couldn't help but feel a bit more gloating when they saw the black pavilions on the Killing Mountain.
"Haha, these bald donkeys don't forget the romance before they die."
"The human race is so fragile, do you think you can stop me by building a small pavilion?"
"Hahaha, if I slap you out, half the mountain will shake~"
"Not to mention those pavilions."
…
In the Demon Clan's tent, He Feiyu was discussing the details with various departments of the Demon Clan.
The great formation he set up is known as the "Weeds and Trees Are All Soldiers Formation".
This is a strange formation he deployed based on the innate environment of Sesshou Temple.
Lihuang has been mountainous since ancient times and is said to have one hundred thousand mountains.
The Shasheng Temple is at the southernmost point of Shiwandaishan.
All entrances and exits are surrounded by mountains.
It should have been a good place that was easy to defend but difficult to attack, but the Shasho Temple has been closed for two hundred years, and its vitality has long been severely damaged.
How can there be so many disciples who can guard so many mountains outside the door?
Therefore, we simply shrink the front line and gather the disciples inside the Sasho Temple to form a full defensive posture.
This happened to be advantageous to the demon clan of Longevity Villa.
They took advantage of the situation and occupied the mountains, forming a kind of encirclement.
The momentum alone is enough to win by three points.
In addition, Sesshouji Temple has been in decline for many years and has been closed for two hundred years. It was only in recent years that it finally regained some vitality.
But even so, there are only 800 monks and 200 lay disciples in the temple.
Even if we add the support from various sects, the total number will not exceed 2,000.
On the other hand, the demon clan itself has a long lifespan, and its fortunes have flourished. They have reproduced for thousands of years, and they have already been countless.
During this large-scale march south, the number of monsters was ten times that of the Sessho Temple.
He Feiyu, the leader of the third village, is well versed in arranging troops and forming formations.
There is a saying in the art of war: if you are ten, you are to surround it, if you are five, you are to attack it, if you are twice as many, you are dividing it. If the enemy is small, you can fight it. If you are small, you can escape from it. If you are small, you can avoid it.
So He Feiyu directly chose the siege method.
And there is another reason why they have been besieging but not attacking.
The formation method pays attention to the time, location, and people.
Surrounded by mountains, it is a geographical advantage.
Surrounded by ten, it is harmony.
The only thing the demon tribe lacks is timing.
For the human race, among the three talents, the most important one is "harmony".
As for the demon clan, the most important one is ‘Tianshi’!
Because the methods of transformation practiced by the demon clan are all from the ancient "Taiyin Lianzhen Chapter".
This method is based on the swallowing of moonlight and is the supreme avenue of the demon clan.
But later the demon clan was divided into three groups, and the "Taiyin Lianzhen Chapter" mastered by the three families was not the complete version, and each method of transformation had flaws.
Therefore, the power of the demon clan will change with the waxing and waning of the moon.
When there is no moon in the sky, the demon clan is at its weakest.
When there is a full moon 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 brightly and silver fills Lihuang.
The same moon is reflected in different pupils.
Outside the big tent, there is a scene of emptiness.
This is a high mountain with a panoramic view of everything in the mountains.
Including the ancient temple in the distance.
On a proudly standing mountain-viewing stone, the author casts a dark shadow.
He was hunched over, his whole body hidden in his cloak.
Even from a distance, people can feel a chill.
He is the second owner of Longevity Villa, Snake Saint Fan Yuya.
At this moment, Fan Yuya raised his head slightly, and the silver moonlight shone down, revealing 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.
"Soon, soon..."
The corners of Fan Yuya's mouth raised, revealing a hint of white that made people shudder.
White moonlight, white face, and white smile.
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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, and there is still a layer of faint light flickering.
"well."
Monk Mikan let out a long sigh.
"Is it really coming?"
…
At the same time, I sent him to the 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 Huishou 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, your Zen mind must have been greatly accomplished!"