, smashed to the ground.
As the attack became heavier and heavier, the defense of the circular formation gradually became weaker, and the bell jar of the national division also faded, and the wind blade running through it was about to make a cut.
However, when the circle formation was about to reach its foundation, Jiang Songshan, who was behind him, became uneasy with the mountains that stretched across hundreds of miles as far as the eye could see. Move the whole body.
Xuan Min frowned. The strong wind brought by the confrontation between the two sides blew his monk robes flying, but the wind, waves and heavy rain from the outside never fell on this black rocky beach.
His fingers with the copper coins were about to knock again, but the national teacher in the bell jar suddenly stopped the scriptures, and said lightly: "Don't make unnecessary attempts, this blood formation is implicated in the mountains and rivers, and then act recklessly. Go down, the bones under the mountains and rivers will be wasted."
A moment ago, when the mountains were all moving, Xuan Min saw a thin thread hidden in the shadow of the mountain. It was the same as the "spider silk" that came from three sides in Lianjiang Mountain. It was the connection between the formations. Just glancing at the direction of the filament, Xuan Min understood—
Rivers and mountains are buried.
The huge formation that runs through the mountains and rivers behind him is really buried in the bones. Xuan Min still hasn't remembered the details of this formation, but the trend and orientation are impressive. Such a large formation spanning the mountains and rivers from north to south, east to west, like ordinary small formations, requires the same spirits to hold the formation. There are many spiritual things in this world, but there are only a handful of spiritual things that can suppress such a large formation, no more than two.
It is clear at a glance which national teacher has chosen.
Xuan Min's eyes swept across the mountains, and the most dazzling filaments that flashed across the mountains came from the root of this huge formation—the keel.
Before the national teacher's voice fell, Xuan Min's finger was already knocked down.
Hearing a loud sound, the circle array and the bell jar trembled suddenly, the mask covering the national teacher's face split in half, and fell to the ground, and his always closed eyes finally opened. Come on.
He and Xuan Min are both dressed in Yunxue monk robes, with similar stature and similar temperament.
The moment they looked at each other, the eyes of the two people who were sitting at the same time flashed a bit of daze, and they quickly gathered back.
In Xuan Min's limited memory, he had only seen this "Master" once or twice when he took off his mask. Even in the Tianji courtyard where outsiders are not allowed to enter, he rarely shows his face. So much so that his impression of the face of this "Master" was always vague.
Taking a closer look now, the appearance of the other party in his impression is only similar, and there are many differences.
In the end, the sitting national teacher suddenly shook his head very lightly after being stunned, and snorted softly as if mocking.
Xuan Min had a vague impression of him, but he was not. After all, he was the one who brought Xuan Min back and raised chéng rén from a child.
At least he remembered what Xuan Min looked like when he was young and young, and even in the years when Xuan Min succeeded him as the national teacher, he had seen the appearance of Xuan Min.
The name "Tong Deng" has been passed down to this day, and there have been four people, or three people. The so-called national teachers have actually been changing all the time. These people are not all the same, but they were deliberately influenced by the talisman and spiritual yào when they were young, and their appearances were slightly similar.
Most of the time, the national teacher is covered with a mask, so there are only a handful of people who can see the true face, and seeing it today, the next time it may be many years later, and a slight change is only normal for outsiders. What's more, very few people dare to stare at the face of the national teacher without cover, and more often, even with masks, those people are slightly lowered and dare not look directly.
In addition, the living habits and temperament of the previous national teachers are so close that it is difficult for ordinary people to notice the difference.
The only thing they need to pay attention to is the transition period between the two national teachers. Because at that time, the previous national teacher was a little old, and the next one was in his prime. Therefore, when others are middle-aged and show people to the outside world, they begin to make some modifications with glue wax and human skin masks. At that time, Xuan Min still had a hint of youth in his appearance, and he also needed to use such various methods to minimize the difference between the two national teachers.
At first, it was the young Xuan Min who respected the teachings and drew himself closer to him. Later, when Xuan Min became the dominant player, this tendency was reversed, and it became that he tried every means to make himself similar to Xuan Min.
Later, too many things happened between them, so that the mask could not be taken off after wearing it, and now when I look at each other, I suddenly realize that I am a little unfamiliar with the real face of the other party, which is really ridiculous...
Xuan Min's gaze finally moved down silently and indifferently, and landed on the terrifying chin of the national teacher.