The Yellow Turban Uprising, cutting down the heavens, and cutting the wayless. Zhang Jiao's face was extremely cold, and he pointed to the sky, and the endless earth trembled, and from the depths of the earth, one after another Yellow Turban wrestlers climbed up, covered in blood, and began to recover.

These are not the millions of Yellow Turban wrestlers of the year, but the wreckage of their deaths.

And under Zhang Jiao's thoughts, all of them were sacrificed!

Chen Fan was shocked, his body and Zhang Buxuan and the others quickly retreated, in this realm of heaven and man where real people were fighting, these people didn't even dare to get close, as long as a ripple was enough to destroy a three-flower gathering top, the powerhouses of the ten ancient lands, one by one, their faces were pale, and they stood in the distance and watched from afar.

Is it really a good thing to drive tigers and devour wolves?

On the boundless earth, one by one Yellow Turban Lux got up from the earth, and the terrifying aura exuded from the remains of each Yellow Turban Lux reached the top of the Three Flowers!

Chen Fan's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was full of horror, this is too terrifying, right?

Looking at it, it is boundless, how many people are there?

"These used to be Yellow Turban Warriors, so how did these Yellow Turban Warriors die?"

Chen Fan's heart swelled with a deep shock, and the whole person felt that his mouth was dry, and he swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Cutting the way of heaven, cutting no way?

Chen Fan can be regarded as having learned how powerful the destructive power of this Zhang Jiao is, a Zhang Jiao, with the remains of millions of Yellow Turban wrestlers, is enough to push the Northern Tribulation Star wherever he goes!

Chen Fan and Zhang Buxuan glanced at each other, and their eyes were extremely jealous of each other. Chen Fan's five fingers couldn't help but clench slowly.

At this point, no one can control the ending.

Hei Wuchang's face was solemn, his hand grabbed towards the void, and with such a grasp, the entire void let out a wailing sound, and the light in the sky dimmed, turning into a pitch-black long sword, above the long sword, lightning and thunder, and a faint palace appeared, full of blood and killing gas.

"Slash!"

With a finger of Black Impermanence, the entire long sword slashed towards the Yellow Turban wrestler crowd below.

"Taiping Road. ”

Zhang Jiao only said this, and the nine-section scepter drew in front of it, outlining a talisman in the void.

"What a strong source rune. Chen Fan was shocked, he had stepped into the realm of real people, and at the same time, he was also the grandmaster of the Source Pattern realm, of course Chen Fan understood the terrifying level of this realm too well.

Between gestures, it is already a top-notch ability, and in the void, the air flow is chaotic.

The void black slashed down, and landed on the Taiping Dao talisman, boom, the woven law bombarded together, and the void turbulence broke out in an instant.

"From. ”

After waving his palm, the yellow turban wrestlers all over the ground flew into the sky at once, densely packed, making people's scalp tingle.

This is no less than tens of thousands of masters of the Sanhua Gathering Peak Realm gathering together to attack Black Impermanence at the same time, even if Black Impermanence's strength is strong, it is difficult to carry out it at the same time with so many opponents.

The power of the Yellow Turban Lux made a solemn look finally appear on the black and impermanent's face.

Hei Wuchang shouted, a black smoke shook off the mourning stick, and the whole person quickly retreated to the rear.

Nowadays, the number of Yellow Turban wrestlers is too large, and within a radius of dozens of miles, there are Yellow Turban wrestlers released by Zhang Jiao to block the retreat of black impermanence.

Once they encounter Black Impermanence, these Yellow Turban wrestlers are like they are dying, and they frantically pounce on Black Impermanence.

Black Impermanence can only wave the mourning stick, and the summoned ghost creatures, although their strength is not weak, but compared with Zhang Jiao in terms of quantity, it is simply a world of difference.

Only then did Chen Fan realize that it was no wonder that Zhang Jiao had been emphasizing just now that he wanted Chen Fan to see for himself his understanding of the Heavenly Dao and the means he had mastered.

This almost endless way of fighting, even if you encounter a group attack, there are more than enough opportunities to deal with it.

But when he thought of these Yellow Turban wrestlers, condensed using the blood essence of countless people, Chen Fan became more and more worried.

His eyes were on the two of them, and finally fell on the black impermanence.

The battle between Hei Impermanence and Zhang Jiao shook the sky, at the beginning, the two sides were still cautious, and the later they went, the offensive also became wide-open.

Hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers are majestic, and those dozen or so fierce ghosts, in the face of such a large number of Yellow Turban wrestlers, even if the power of the individual is strong enough, they cannot compete with hundreds of Yellow Turban wrestlers at the same time.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Hei Impermanence's advantage turned sharply and he was quickly defeated.

Hei Wuchang's eyes widened, with strong unwillingness and indignation in his eyes, and he suddenly waved the mourning stick in his hand and killed these swarming yellow turban wrestlers.

In the face of the success of the black impermanence's surprise attack, Zhang Jiao was not in a hurry, the nine-section staff waved, and a stream of blood and qi swept over again, and those yellow turban wrestlers who were originally defeated by the black impermanence were contaminated with the flower of blood and qi, and directly returned to their original state and continued to fight.

Every time Black Impermanence launched a counterattack, destroying countless Yellow Turban Warriors, and when he tried to rush to Zhang Jiao's approach, Zhang Jiao would once again fight bloody qi and restore those destroyed Yellow Turban Warriors again.

After a few reciprocations, the state of black impermanence has obviously become much more tired.

At this time, Chen Fan, who was watching from a distance, was becoming more and more worried, the situation in the confrontation was already very obvious, as long as Zhang Jiao was given a little more time, he could definitely kill Hei Wuchang.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was a loud bang.

Black Impermanence's body was knocked into the air with a single blow, crashing into the mountains in the distance.

Immediately after, Zhang Jiaofei flew straight into the black impermanence that smashed into the mountain.

"You, can you take it?" Zhang Jiao said coldly.

"You... Hei Wuchang's face was unprecedentedly ugly, and he said in a low voice, "What realm have you reached?

The four realms of real people, the cave mysteries, the mandate of heaven, the manifestation of saints, and the supreme people.

"Me?" Zhang Jiao said lightly, "I should have reached the peak of the world, I once had a glimpse of the threshold of the Flying Immortals, and now, my cultivation has fallen several times in a row, and I have also fallen into the peak of the Cave Xuan." ”

"But it's enough to kill you. ”

"Impossible!" Black Impermanence went berserk, "Why is there still a person like you alive on the Northern Tribulation Star?" ”

"What do you say?" the Great Sage and Good Master lowered his head and grinned, with a terrifying and terrifying sound, and his whole face was distorted.