The torrent rushed straight to the long shore, the houses were crumbling, and the mountains shattered and collapsed. All the prefectures along the river were caught in the panic of this sudden natural disaster, and the exclamations and cries of the people in the distant counties could be transmitted directly across dozens of miles.
The nearby villages were about to be submerged by the big waves, and their screams and cries were blurred, followed by the high waves, overwhelming the sky.
The giant array moves dĂ ng, and the mountains and rivers are uneasy. As the keel of the formation, it is naturally also implicated.
At that moment, Xue Xian only felt that there were countless rocks smashing through his flesh and bones, but in fact the roots of the bones were not in his back. With the loud noise of the mountain collapsing, Xue Xian only felt that something in his back suddenly collapsed.
The silk thread between the broken bones was finally overwhelmed, and it was completely broken under the condition that it had not been refined for a long time.
Xue Xian only felt that the senses of his legs were suddenly taken away. Not only his legs, but also his five senses were severely damaged. The sounds in his ears became blurred, his vision became vague, and his sense of touch became dull...
He seems to have become a part of the mountains and rivers because of the giant formation buried in the bones. The mountains and rivers are injured as if he were injured, and the mountains and rivers move as if his muscles and bones move.
It all happened so fast that no one could react. He suddenly felt that the sky and the earth suddenly darkened, and there seemed to be endless layers of black clouds shrouded in layers that were about to hit the ground.
He soon realized that it was not that the world had lost its color, but that he was about to lose sight.
The scene in front of him is getting darker and darker, almost melting into darkness. He suddenly just wanted to turn his head to look at the white shadow on Jiang Song Mountain again.
The blurry white shadow suddenly raised his hand, and then the golden light burst, and countless threads of silk shrouded out of his hand. One by one holding the moving mountains, holding the rushing waves...
Xuan Min held the copper coin in one hand like that, his tense arm had torn open countless cracks, and the snow-white monk robe was dyed layer by layer with fresh blood. But he didn't care, and while holding the mountains and rivers tightly, the other hand suddenly retracted.
boom-
Something huge shook violently under the mountains.
The wind was stronger, the ground moved more violently, and the surging waves ran wild like wild horses. Xuan Min's hand holding the copper coin tightened, and the blood on the monk's robe fainted again.
But he didn't realize it, still stubbornly holding the other hand.
rumbling—
After he exerted force several times, something finally emerged from the ground. It was the spine of a long cypress.
Once the spirits that held the formation were taken out, the entire formation suddenly became chaotic like crazy.
There are only a handful of spiritual beings in this world that can hold down such a large formation, no more than two. Zu Hong chose the keel, and Xuan Min chose the Buddha bone.
He saw that his whole body was shaken, and two bloody bones were melted from his waist. Even though he didn't cut the skin and cut the flesh, but after the Buddha's bones were pulled out, Xuan Min's vitality instantly dissipated at an astonishing speed.
His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were as black as ink as always.
There was a plate of copper coins between the fingers, the mountains cleared the way, and the cracking sound of the feet cracked, opening a huge mouth of the abyss. The two Buddha bones were sunk into the abyss by him, and then the mountains moved and were pulled together again.
At that moment, the blood mole on Xuanmin's neck suddenly crawled out several bloodlines, like a dying spider, after spreading its eight legs, it slowly curled back.
The blood mole was getting darker and darker, and Zu Hong, who was sitting cross-legged in the same place, finally lost the last bit of support. His face suddenly became old, and the brilliance in the eyes that resembled Xuan Min was lost, as if covered with a layer of gray fog.
He struggled for many years, but in the end he couldn't escape death.
When people are dying, they will always think of many, many things, so long that they even mistakenly think they have forgotten them. His darkening eyes glanced blankly at the sky, and he suddenly remembered that when he was brought back by the noble man in Jiangsong Mountain, it was also the same weather. flooded the mountain.
For the first time, he saw such a person out of the dust, as if he was carrying the light of dawn.
It was not until he entered the Tianji Academy that he knew that the noble was a national teacher. The national teacher is a position passed down from generation to generation. The first generation came from the southern border. This noble person happens to be the second. And he who was brought back to the Tianji Academy will become the third in the future.
He called the noble person Master, but the other party always seemed cold and taciturn. Because of the title of Master, he never shouted a few times in his whole life.
The time from childhood to adulthood seems extraordinarily long, yet it seems fleeting.
The length is that he can be lazy for a long time while reading the scriptures, and when he comes out for a long time, the time does not seem to have gone much. And in the blink of an eye, more than ten years of time were spent by his master