Chapter 608: Heaven Is Dead and Huang Tian Is Standing

Daozhang Xia’s teachings are so terrifying! The number of Yellow Turban thieves may exceed 100,000!

How long will it take if I don’t rush for an update now?

Lu Zhi responded extremely quickly.

Hearing the sound of drums, Liu Bei and others rushed forward again without asking any questions.

Lin Li took another look at Xia Yanzhen.

It turns out that Commander Xia’s strongest skill is not melee combat!

Xia Yanzhen took advantage of the situation and put away the Holy Book of Purification and the Holy Crown.

The Book of Sacred Purification is okay, no one will die if you don’t touch it, and it’s not dangerous.

But after the Holy Crown came out, it felt like it was going to spread the power of the "Holy Law" all over the world.

This thing, if you can't stay in the outside world for a long time, don't stay in the outside world for a long time.

The imprinted space is the most stable "home" of the Holy Crown.

"Daozhang Xia!"

The whole army charged, and Lu Zhi came to Xia Yanzhen's side, "I will report this matter to the court..."

There was some excitement and excitement in his tone.

The Taoist method that I originally thought was probably similar to the Taiping demon method.

I didn’t expect that the real Taoist teachings could be so powerful!

And judging from Daochang Xia's calm and calm appearance, it seems that he did not suffer too much from using this method.

How could Lu Zhi not be happy and excited to receive help from this invincible man?

If he is an ambitious person, he should start to consider making Xia Yanzhen a real angel to build momentum for himself.

However, Lu Zhi was still loyal to the Han Dynasty.

He just wanted to introduce this strange man into the Han Dynasty and serve the court.

"No need, I am from outside the country. I will leave after destroying Taiping Dao." Xia Yanzhen shook his head and rejected Lu Zhi's kindness.

Who in the Three Kingdoms would be interested in the crumbling Han Dynasty court.

If Xia Yan is really interested, it must be those weapons in the Three Kingdoms that are useful because of their owners.

Unfortunately, the Yellow Turban Rebellion was the prologue.

Except for the three brothers Liu Bei, Xia Yanzhen didn't see any other famous figures, and he was a little far away from those famous weapons.

I don’t deliberately pursue it anymore.

As for the weapons of Liu Bei and the others, Xia Yanzhen certainly had no intention of grabbing them.

His demand for those magical weapons is actually not great.

In fact, Xia Yanzhen has never been in urgent need of the extra benefits he can get through digging in the dream world of God and the mission world.

What he needs most is the most basic reward - the Dream Stone.

So sometimes you can see Xia Yanzhen using his subjective initiative and wanting to explore benefits beyond mission rewards.

Sometimes Xia Yanzhen seems to lack interest.

At the moment, Xia Yanzhen has no plans to travel all over the country to find those famous figures in the future and the magic weapons they use.

Let's complete the task.

As for the Han Dynasty, Xia Yanzhen was even less interested.

Hearing this, Lu Zhi suddenly felt very sorry.

He looked ahead.

The number of the Yellow Turban Army is already less than our own, our morale is high, and we are led by a fierce general, victory is already within our grasp.

The Yellow Turban Army began to fight and retreat, and wanted to retreat back to the city.

The advantage of “united as one” comes into play here again.

If it were an ordinary soldier, his morale would definitely collapse at this time, he would flee in all directions, and he might even go crazy and die.

But the Yellow Turban Army did not. They fought and retreated. Although they kept leaving corpses, it was obvious that they could retreat into the city while preserving their remaining vitality.

"Take the first step."

Xia Yanzhen said to Lu Zhi and got off the horse.

Transfer to Tiamat.

"Don't let any of the yellow scarf thieves go. Drive them into the city, close the door and beat the dogs. I'll first find out where the three Zhang Jiao brothers are." Xia Yanzhen said again.

"Don't worry, Daozhang Xia." Lu Zhi nodded, as he should have.

All the Yellow Turban thieves have become like that, and there is no longer any issue of taking prisoners or not.

He, Lu Zhi, wants to be the God of Killing for once.

All yellow turban thieves must die!

Tiamat flew high into the sky and arrived at Guangzong City.

Guangzong is not small, otherwise it would not be able to accommodate more than 200,000 people.

At this moment, the city is empty.

Tiamat and Xia Yanzhen circled the city, searching for traces of Zhang Jiao's three brothers.

"how?"

Xia Yanzhen asked.

I looked for the magic mirror but couldn't find it.

Now Tiamat is searching carefully, not sure if she can find it.

Tiamat was about to answer, but suddenly stopped.

It and Xia Yanzhen looked in the same direction at the same time.

In a very inconspicuous courtyard, a man walked out slowly.

The man was wearing a large yellow robe, holding a nine-section staff, with disheveled hair, and his face could hardly be seen clearly. He was very tall, but very thin.

A gust of wind blew, and the robe clung to her body, revealing her thin figure.

Shaking his body, it seemed he would collapse the next moment.

"Cough cough cough..."

Zhang Jiao coughed and looked at the evil dragon in the sky.

Tiamat fell, Xia Yanzhen descended the dragon and walked towards Zhang Jiao.

"Who are you?"

The messy hair was slightly spread out, and Zhang Jiao's appearance could be seen.

There was no beard on his face, his cheeks were sunken, his eyes were sunken, and his lips were bloodless.

If it weren't for a pair of eyes that were still bright and lively, one would even suspect that this was a corpse that had just crawled out of the coffin.

"Kunlun, Xia Shiyi, are you the great sage Zhang Jiao?" Xia Yanzhen asked.

"That's right, Heaven is dead and Huang Tian is standing!"

Zhang Jiao raised his nine-section staff and shouted slogans.

"You're going to die." Xia Yanzhen said.

It's not a preview, but it's about Zhang Jiao's current state.

Historically, Zhang Jiao died of illness while being chased by Huangfu Song.

Taipingdao expanded its influence by treating illnesses and saving people, but Zhang Jiao was ultimately unable to heal himself.

The Zhang Jiao in front of him was terminally ill, like a candle in the wind.

Not far from death.

"Yeah, I'm about to die." Zhang Jiao didn't care, "So what?"

At this moment, he was suddenly full of energy, and even his frail body could not stop the soaring momentum.

"Not at all." Xia Yanzhen said, "Where are your brothers Zhang Liang and Zhang Bao?"

"Weren't they massacred by you outside the city?" Zhang Jiao showed a sarcastic smile.

"fine."

Xia Yanzhen pulled out the blood-burning sword.

Suddenly, the wind blew around him, and a small black whirlwind formed instantly, covering him.

Several deep cracks appeared on the ground.

The Art of Peace·Call the Wind!

Zhang Jiao has already taken action!

Although this black wind is small, its lethality is even greater than that of the huge tornado.

If it were someone else who accidentally caught him, even if he relied on his extremely powerful body to survive, he would still lose half his life.

With a sudden attack, the winner can be decided in an instant.

So is life and death.

A sharp, buzzing sound sounded.

A red light flashed.

Hong Ming!

Facing this great virtuous teacher, Xia Yan really had no intention of testing him, and he would always make a killing move.

After a slash with his sword, Xia Yanzhen sheathed his sword and stepped back as usual.

The high temperature on the blood-burning sword dissipated, and some of the blood vaporized, but it did not turn into flames.

A flame burst out from Zhang Jiao's body.

Together with the nine-section staff in his hand, it fell into two pieces.

Xia Yanzhen stood in front of Zhang Jue's body and did not leave immediately.

Just die?

Could it be that the Great Master is a "true mage"? The Taiping Art is extremely powerful, but his body is indeed weak.

After being cut in half, he didn't even struggle and just died, so easily?

Just when Xia Yanzhen was suspicious, a voice came from the corpse in front of him.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

The sound of the first word is very low, and by "yellow" it is already a normal volume.

"If you are at the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

Along with the high-pitched sound, Zhang Jiao's upper body suddenly floated.

A piece of the severed robe on the body began to lengthen, forming a long hem, and the collar also "grown", wrapping Zhang Jiao's head and forming a hood, completely covering his face.

The already wide sleeves completely covered his hands.

Zhang Jiao was suspended in mid-air, shouting: "The sky is dead, Huang Tian should stand! At the age of sixty, the world will be blessed!"

"The sky is dead..."

"Age of Jiazi..."

There were sounds coming from near the city gate.

That was the slogan of the Yellow Turban Army shouted by tens of millions of people.

His voice was loud and should have been full of emotion, but it came across as mechanical and dull.

"The wind is coming!"

Zhang Jiao continued to shout.

In an instant, a black tornado formed, covering Xia Yanzhen's location.

The surrounding houses were torn apart and swept into the sky.

"Here comes the rain!"

The sky suddenly became gloomy, and at some point, the sky was covered with black clouds in less than two seconds.

It was raining heavily.

Countless raindrops fell on the ground and surrounding buildings, constantly making potholes.

Zhang Jiao's own lower body and the nine-section staff were smashed to pieces.

The rain curtain connects heaven and earth, cutting and piercing everything in between.

"Thunder Lord, help me!"

A bolt of thunder penetrated the sky and the earth, bright and dazzling.

When it set, the dazzling light affected the area near the city gate, as if a new sun jumped out and flickered for a moment.

After the thunder, the storm suddenly stopped.

There are a large number of small potholes on the ground, densely packed and "combined" into more large potholes.

Where Xia Yanzhen was, there was a large, charred pit with a depth of more than five meters and a diameter of dozens of meters.

The charred blackness and cracks radiated from the center of the crater to the surrounding areas.

The pit was pitch black, and there were even some red things.

High-temperature gas rises, distorting the scene in the pit.

But it can be clearly seen that Xia Yanzhen is standing among them, unscathed!

He has his left eye closed.

Whether it's calling the wind and rain, or thunder falling from the sky, it doesn't exist for Xia Yanzhen.

After walking out of the pit, he looked at the courtyard behind Zhang Jiao: "It looks like it's here."

The attack just now turned the surrounding area into a mess. Only the small courtyard behind Zhang Jiao was unscathed like himself.

Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang may be among them.

As the words fell, the fragile ground beneath his feet exploded. Xia Yanzhen disappeared on the spot and turned into an afterimage, stabbing Zhang Jue's head with a sword.

The mortal world!

Several arms suddenly emerged from under Zhang Jiao's black hood.

The arms are the same size as normal human arms, but there is no skin, only flesh and blood.

These arms are soft and boneless, curling towards the Blood Burning Sword.

He actually stopped the world of mortals abruptly.

Zhang Jiao also retreated five or six meters.

Xia Yanzhen grasped the hilt of the sword and turned it with force.

Wild bite!

Using the Burning Blood Sword to perform Desolate Bite, the spiral force exploded, shattering the arms wrapped around the sword.

Slashing downwards, the Burning Blood Sword tore open Zhang Jiao's chest, creating a horrific wound.

A large number of soft, boneless arms emerged from the wound and rolled towards Xia Yanzhen.

Not only that, there were also arms coming out of Guangxiu and sweeping towards him.

For a moment, Xia Yan felt as if he had fallen into a snake's cave.

There are venomous snakes in front of you.

"The sky is dead, Huang Tian must stand!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

"...Stand up!"

The slogans of the Yellow Turban Army came from Zhang Jiao, "said" at a very fast speed. It was clear at first, but later turned into gibbering, roaring, and roaring.

The magic sound fills the ears and makes people crazy!

Xia Yanzhen stood still slightly, his face was immersed, and blood was burning in his sheath.

Brushing over the wrath of the sun, with blue clouds in hand, he twisted his body, the ground beneath his feet shook, and a large number of cracks appeared.

Qingyun turned into a huge evil dragon, roaring and roaring, and crashed into the enemy in front of him.

Split the sky!

"boom!"

Zhang Jiao and the courtyard behind him were shattered by this blow, leaving only fragments of yellow robes flying in the sky.