Suddenly, there was darkness in front of him. When it was clear again, he was already standing outside the main hall of Wanxuguan Hall.

The hall door was closed, and he saw the oil lamp array clearly through the flower window.

The oil lamp hanging in the air was extremely stable, and the lights were as faint as beans.

Suddenly there was a slight sound behind him, and Han Yiming stopped moving. After a while, the two of them had already walked up behind him.

Both of them were wearing green robes and Taoist crowns on their heads, and they were disciples of Wanxu Temple.

They walked to the front of the hall gate and looked around, then the two of them pushed open the hall gate and walked in.

Han Yiming took a step forward and suddenly saw characters appearing at his feet.

This character is written in mud gold to create a bright luster.

His feet fell next to the characters, and in a blink of an eye he saw a vermilion character next to him.

They are already close to the oil lamp magic array! Han Yiming remembers that the oil lamp magic array is the array eye of the Wanxu Temple magic array, and Wanxu Temple itself is a large magic array integrated by generations of masters.

He took another step, and a gust of wind blew from behind and headed towards the hall.

He stopped, and Han Yiming felt that he was no longer moving forward. Looking inside the hall, he saw that the curtains hanging in the hall were blown by the wind, but the oil lamps and lights in the hall were still steady.

Pingbo's two disciples walked out of the hall and pulled the door up. One said, "The master is not in the temple. The master asks us to see the oil lamp every day to rest. This is how it is done every day. In fact, there are never pilgrims left in the temple. Why do you have to do this too much?"

Another person said, "Master told us to do it. Even if you are reluctant, don't you do it?"

The man who spoke earlier said, "We can't see the mystery. Besides, according to what the master said, there are extremely powerful magics from the master here, and no monster can get close to it. There is no difference between us coming or not."

The man who spoke behind said, "After that being said, I have read it, He Mi complained?"

The man who spoke earlier said, "It's not that I'm lazy. I don't want to come here at night. I always feel that this is gloomy and terrifying. It's okay during the day. Every time I walk here at night, I feel my hair stands apart and I want to leave earlier."

It turned out that Pingbo had not come back yet. Han Yiming said in his heart: "He should be still in Nankan at this time and has not returned here yet."

Suddenly he saw a golden character missing a corner. Han Yiming looked at the direction and suddenly realized that the missing corner had been given to him by Ai Yen Hui.

After he walked a few more steps, the characters under his feet had extended to the gate of the hall. In addition to the golden characters, there were also characters of other colors that moved.

A few years ago, Han Yiming had seen the true face of the oil lamp array and knew that the array eye of the array was on the large tripod in front of the palace gate.

After looking carefully, the character with a corner missing was revealed, which happened to be on the incense burner.

Han Yiming wanted to look at the formation carefully, but felt that his feet were not obedient to him and kept walking forward.

He had already walked outside the hall gate and stopped. Han Yiming could no longer look at the array, so he looked at the oil lamp array in the hall.

Once upon a time, Han Yiming looked at the oil lamp as if it were ordinary oil lamps, but when he looked at the oil lamps, he saw that the lights were all blue.

He stood outside the door for a moment, turned around and left Wanxu Temple.

He walked among the many characters, and was almost stained. Han Yiming said to himself: "Last time, I saw that the barrier in Senior Chen Rufeng was so powerful, so this is probably the same. Now, can he not disturb others and withdraw, is it because the array eye was broken?"

He was suddenly stunned. The current situation was so similar to the time when he saw Chen Rufeng die!

Han Yiming was shocked. Chen Rufeng's death has always been his lingering nightmare!

That night, Chen Rufeng died, and his disciples turned against Lingshan and insisted that he had killed their master!

Is it really myself? Han Yiming felt that it was not, but calm down and think about it carefully, every move was like his own actions. Isn't it really me?

But when I thought of Wanxu Temple, I felt that I must break this formation tonight. Pingbo was not here, and it was a good time to break this formation!

In an instant, Han Yiming felt a passion in his heart, and he wanted to turn around and sweep the oil lamp array.

But he couldn't help himself, and in a blink of an eye he left Wanxu Temple and walked straight to the top of the mountain.

His steps were extremely light and he had reached halfway through the mountain. He stopped and turned around and looked down.

Looking back this time, what I saw was completely different from before.

I saw that the city was lively, with many houses and people coming and going. When I looked at it again, I saw that the houses were dark and the streets were invisible, and only a few lights were flashing slightly.

Han Yiming said intently: "What's the reason?"

Before he could figure it out, he had disappeared from the mountain. When he saw it clearly, he had already seen himself standing in a place he had passed away.

This is a small alley with no one in the alley, and he stands facing the high street.

Before Han Yiming could see clearly, he saw a little light inside the wall through the high wall.

He walked straight through the high wall, and behind it was a small garden. The garden was not big, but it was extremely exquisite. Flowers and plants were planted and paved with pebbles, and the light was at the end of the path.

Han Yiming could hear someone whispering, but he couldn't come here. He walked straight forward. Although the small path in the garden was winding, he walked straight ahead of the bright light.

This light was in a small hut at the end of the road, which was extremely small and was covered with a door.

Han Yiming stood in front of the door for a moment, and he could see clearly that there was only a table in the room, and there was a tile urn on the table, and there was a little inspiration at the mouth of the tile urn.

Suddenly someone came close behind him. Han Yiming wanted to dodge, but he couldn't move. He could only stand there and watch the man pass by him, gently push the door open halfway, and dodge in.

The man entered the hut, first closed the door, went to the windows on both sides to look, then looked at the hut, left the house, and closed the door.

This man walked out of the hospital as if he had never seen him.

Han Yiming stood quietly in the local area until the man went out and walked through the door and into the hut.

He stood in front of the desk and the urn in the hut, reached out and pinched the light between his fingers.

The light of light only leaped between his fingers twice and then went out.

Han Yiming was neither independent nor able to speak, so he could only watch the light fades and walked out of the house by himself.

In a blink of an eye, he arrived at another place. This house courtyard was different from before. The only thing that was the same was that there was a quiet room, a tile urn, and there was a little light on it.

He still walked through the wall, reached out to wipe out the light, and then retreated.

After a few times, Han Yiming had realized that the bright light scattered in the small house in the city should be related to the Pingbo Wanxu Temple, but I am afraid it is also related to the oil lamp array, so that he can watch the bright lights go out one by one.

When he walked to the mountain behind Wanxu Temple, there was no light in the city.

He stood on the mountain and watched for a moment. The sky was dark and there were lights in the city, but the light was gone.
Chapter completed!