"I'm fine," after hearing Xiao Shangyuan's words, the Great Qi National Master replied, "That kid Gu Xu hid an illusion formation in the city protection array, and he almost deceived me. ”

The national teacher's tone sounded very relaxed, as if the illusion just now did not bother him too much.

"National Teacher, you just stood motionless for two hours, which makes me very worried," Xiao Shangyuan frowned, "I'm afraid that there is a trap hidden in that formation, and I want to take this opportunity to be unfavorable to you-"

"-Don't worry about me," the National Master interrupted him, "Gu Xu is indeed extremely talented in the way of the Fu Array, but he is only a Sixth Realm cultivator after all, and the few saints and True Monarchs around him also don't know anything about the art of Fu Seal.

"And I am the only Seventh Realm monk in the Great Wilderness who has used the Talisman to preach the Dao.

"His formation, at most, may only cause me some insignificant trouble, but it will never kill me."

As soon as the words fell, it seemed that in order to prove his ability, the national teacher once again became conscious and began to concentrate on studying the defense array of the six cities in the northwest again.

This time, he saw the vast sea.

The expanse of the sea stretches to the skyline, like the end of the world. Here, the water plunges into an endless abyss, creating a magnificent waterfall.

The national teacher couldn't see what the bottom of the abyss looked like, but could only hear the water rushing down, making a low rumbling sound, like the mournful roar of the earth.

In a trance, he seemed to have glimpsed the long years from this waterfall.

He saw the evil ghosts raging in the barbarian era, the first Terran city in the endless wasteland, the smoke of war and gunpowder of the change of dynasty, and the open and secret battles in the temples and rivers......

The stars are frosting, and the twilight is coming.

In the rapidly changing image, he was drawn to a picture like this:

He saw an ancient sect standing among the mountains, and the fire was raging among the houses and the medicine fields.

Tongues of fire devoured the stone pillars and wooden structures that had gone through the vicissitudes of life, and the walls and beams rattled and cracked in the sea of fire. Thick smoke billowed and turned the sky a hazy gray.

A dark-skinned boy stood on the top of a hill, his resolute eyes illuminated by the firelight.

The national teacher inexplicably felt that the young man's face was a little familiar, and he looked very much like a person in his memory, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while.

He looked at the boy for a long time.

Time flew by, and he didn't even know it.

It wasn't until someone slapped him on the shoulder and shouted "Hey, wake up" that he brought his thoughts back to the real world.

The person who woke up the national teacher was, of course, not the eldest prince Xiao Shangyuan.

Xiao Shangyuan dreams of inheriting his father's throne and is determined to be a better Ming Jun than his father.

For a strong saint like the national teacher, he has always held a respectful and polite attitude to reflect his pro-virtuous and virtuous people.

"Why are you here? Didn't you say before that you just wanted to practice quietly in the mountains, not like participating in this war? The Great Qi National Master turned his head and looked at the bright bald head that suddenly appeared in front of him.

The bald monk, dressed in a robe and holding a Zen staff, had a helpless smile on his face.

It is the strong saint of Lin Shan Temple, Master Jueming.

Not long ago, when Gu Xu had just captured the six cities in the northwest as a base area, the national teacher had personally gone to Lingshan Temple, hoping that Master Jueming could help the Great Qi court deal with the rebels and quell the rebellion.

But he was rejected by Master Jueming.

The reason is that "this is not a war that Lin San Temple should be involved in."

But now, the old monk has appeared on the battlefield, and he can no longer maintain the previous posture of staying out of the matter.

"Your Majesty's projection personally came to Lingshan Temple and asked me to come out of the mountain, can I not give face?" Master Jueming sighed lightly and explained.

Master Jueming's words use the word "please".

But the national teacher knew that with the resolute temper of Emperor Tianxing, it was impossible to politely invite the old monk out of the mountain - the most likely situation was that the emperor pointed at the throat of the old monk with the "Tai'a Sword" and forced the old monk who wanted to protect himself out of the mountains.

He looked up at the tall walls in front of him.

It was dark by this time.

The walls were bathed in darkness of night, like a giant beast lying on the ground.

As the night breeze blows, the flags on the city walls are hunting, as if telling the story of the wars and vicissitudes of life.

Behind this city wall, there are two true monarchs, a saint, and Gu Xu, whose strength is difficult to judge with common sense.

Confronting these people, it is impossible for the national teacher to be without pressure in his heart.

He is like a mainstay in the chaos, when other saints have rebelled out of the Great Qi, he guards his inner loyalty, and carries the heavy responsibility of protecting his family and the country on his shoulders without regrets.

Until now.

When Master Jueming came to his side, he finally breathed a sigh of relief, and he felt a heartfelt sigh that there was finally someone who could share some of the pressure for him a little.

"Were you cracking the Protectorate just now?" After a brief silence, Master Jueming asked straight to the point.

"Hmm." The national teacher nodded.

"I saw your expression just now, it was like going mad," Master Jueming continued, "Is it that kid Gu Xu who has done some tricks in the formation?" ”

"That's right," replied the national teacher, "that kid is so scheming that he actually tried to use the mysteries of the Great Dao as bait to interfere with my attention and make me almost have an epiphany. ”

Hearing the words of the national teacher, Master Jueming couldn't help but think of the scene a few days ago, when Gu Xu and Luo Chuan came to Lingshan Temple together and tried to form an alliance with him-

That day, Gu Xu's gaze was old and profound, and he looked at the buildings in the temple with a detached posture.

Luo Chuan was like a loyal old servant, standing sideways beside Gu Xu, looking like only Gu Xu was looking forward.

is different from the national teacher who serves the country with a naked heart.

Master Jueming really believed that Gu Xu was the reincarnated Ziwei Emperor.

After all, the patriarch of Lingshan Temple, "Jizang", once left a sentence "Hell is not empty, and you will not become a Buddha", which matches Gu Xu's statement that "After the defeat of Emperor Ziwei, he was imprisoned in the Great Wilderness by Taishang Haotian".

Because of this, if it weren't for Emperor Tianxing personally carrying a sword to the door, Master Jueming wouldn't want to participate in this battle at all and stand on the opposite side of Gu Xu.

For ordinary monks, the Great Dao Mystery is precious—

A well-comprehended avenue of heaven and earth is enough to make a monk transcendent in holiness and desolation, and usually does not easily share it with others.

But for the reincarnated immortals who have mastered many Heavenly Daos, the Dao Mysteries may be as worthless as Chinese cabbage, and they can be used as bait extravagantly, just to slow down the progress of the National Teacher's cracking the formation a little.

"Do you still want to break the formation?" Master Jueming asked again.

"Of course."

Master Jueming clasped his hands together, closed his eyes, and began to mutter: "Nam Mu, Drink Ratana, Dorayaya, Nam Mu, Ajaya, Brahma, Shonpo Roya, Bodhisattva Bharaya......"

In the process of reciting the mantra of Master Jueming, the national teacher felt that his soul had become as pure and transparent as a mirror, and his will had become as hard and unyielding as steel, and the chaos of the world could no longer disturb the peace of his heart, nor would he be easily bewitched by any illusions.

He took a deep breath, and once again devoted his mind to cracking the formation.