The great sage and good teacher of Taiping Dao is the root cause of this disaster, Zhang Jiao will not die, and the Han will not die!

Qin Zhong knew that if he wanted to end the Yellow Moth Rebellion, he had to kill Zhang Jiao, and only his head could suppress the thief heart of those Yellow Moths who were about to move. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The remaining Yellow Turban soldiers on the city wall looked at the black-faced man in front of them, and they had lost their fighting spirit, like a marionette that had lost its implicated thread, and collapsed to the ground in a dejected manner.

Guan Yu wears a green helmet, decorated with yellow pompoms with back pockets, two earlobes with white streamers and yellow silk spikes, and is dressed in a green python, majestic.

The Qinglong Glaive Knife in his hand was like a black-and-white impermanence soul hooking chain, and with a knife down, the corpse was scattered on the spot.

As soon as Wang Meng gained a firm foothold, he led the soldiers behind him and quickly rushed towards the city gate.

"Click, click!"

With a heavy muffled sound, the two bronze gates slowly pushed to the sides.

Outside the gate, Qin Zhong rode a Dawan good horse and rushed into the city gate, followed closely by the well-trained Xian Deng.

At the same time, the Yellow Turban believers in Guangzong City were building earthen altars in an orderly manner, ready to cast spells.

Of course, the so-called spells are only used to deceive the mere Yellow Turban believers.

Just as Tian Feng said, if Zhang Jiao's self-proclaimed disciple of the Nanhua Immortals could not change the outcome of the war, there should be a big question mark in this spell?

It's just that Zhang Jiao can now be said to be desperate, like a thirsty man desperately digging a hole in the saline-alkali ground, trying to find sweet spring water.

You can't lose your dreams, but you shouldn't have your dreams!

The Yellow Turban Letter vividly interprets what it means to have many people and great strength, and the high platform has been built after the time of the two incense sticks.

It is a matter of life safety, Zhang Bao has long left the princess Dong Xing and Xue Linglong to the Western country, and he has always been in Zhang Jiao's courtyard.

Watching Zhang Jiao hurriedly put on his yellow robe, preparing all kinds of charms, bits and pieces of things.

Out of the principle of secrecy, when Zhang Jiao cast the spell in "Taiping Yaoshu", he let the idle people leave.

In fact, there is no technical content, but after all, it represents the Nanhua immortals, and it is necessary to maintain the mystery of the immortals.

At this time, it was getting late, and Zhang Bao asked Mengqing and Diewu to bring food to his room, so as not to starve the two charming princesses.

The years are not forgiving!

The white-haired Zhang Jiao stood tremblingly on the high platform, burning incense and praying, chanting words in his mouth, and the group of yellow turban believers who were too far away naturally didn't know what it meant.

Even Zhang Jiao himself didn't understand what he was talking about, racking his brains and starting to organize words.

"The kamikaze will show the yellow flag, why not be afraid of returning the shroud in a hundred battles."

"You are fortunate to receive the divine revelation of the Yellow Sky God, and the Yellow Sky is above, and you will be blessed."

"You should stop the chaos in the world, restore the holy system, win the world, and give the yellow flag to the world. Capture the city, go on a killing spree, and show no mercy! ”

Zhang Jiao Luoli said a lot of inspiring words, and the temporary square earthen altar was piled up with a bonfire at all four corners, swaying in the wind and rain!

Beneath the earthen altar was a group of black soldiers with yellow scarves wrapped around their heads, each holding a torch in their hands, illuminating the ink-stained sky.

The red torches shone on the ignorant faces of this group of young Yellow Turban soldiers, they didn't know what they were about to do, they only knew that "the sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is auspicious." ”

Under the leadership of the centurion, a group of Yellow Turban believers recited slogans in loud voices, and in an instant, the momentum was quite magnificent.

"Tian Feng, what do you think of my Yellow Turban Mighty Master?"

Zhang Jiao on the Temple of Heaven glanced at Tian Feng, who had been tense all the time, and suddenly a breeze blew, and the smug Zhang Jiao's body couldn't help but take two steps back.

It's a pity that Zhang Jiao forgot that this is the Temple of Heaven, "Huh! With a thud, he slammed into the air and fell to the ground.

Suddenly, the group of Yellow Turban believers panicked, why did the great sage and good teacher suddenly fall down?

Zhang Bao rushed over with an arrow step, looking at Zhang Jiao, whose nostrils were bleeding and had lost his breath, the six gods were up.

Zhang Liang was in a hurry and shouted: "The great sage and good teacher are just too tired and need to rest, so you wait for Su Su to go to the city gate to prevent thieves from breaking the city." ”

"Whoa!"

Several yellow turban Xiaofang around him immediately clasped their fists with their hands and bowed down and said.

As Zhang Jiao's descendants, they would not doubt Zhang Jiao's supernatural powers at all, how could the immortals die?

At that moment, tens of thousands of Yellow Turban troops were running towards the gate of Guangzong City under the leadership of their respective captains.

Xu Yao, the captain of the "King of Boxing" escort beside Zhang Jiao, looked at Zhang Jiao in Zhang Liang's arms with a solemn expression, and slowly closed his eyes, at that moment he felt that the sky had fallen and he was in a dark.

There was the sound of the chaotic footsteps of the soldiers around Zhang Jiao, who were scurrying around like headless flies, where should they go?

"Zhang Bao was stunned for what to do, and immediately took the people to Xiaquyang, remember, it was our last stronghold."

Zhang Bao's face turned pale, and he nodded hurriedly, now it is important to escape, and the official army outside Guangzong City is gaining momentum.

In addition, Zhang Jiao's accidental death, the Yellow Turban Army in Guangzong City can be said to have lost its backbone!

For a long time, Zhang Jiao has been portrayed as the spokesperson of the Yellow Sky God, and he has to accept the worship of believers every day.

From this point of view, Zhang Jiao's status cannot be shaken, and Zhang Jiao's identity is irreplaceable!

Zhang Bao staggered behind him, and slammed into the wooden door carelessly, "Pong! But he didn't care too much.

The two servants at the door were walking back and forth, Zhang Bao hurriedly pushed a few times, and said sharply: "Blind, general waste." ”

After rushing to the outside of the courtyard, Zhang Bao rushed to the back gate of Guangzong City without looking back.

Zhang Liang slowly closed his eyes, holding his eldest brother, he couldn't just let Zhang Jiao be in the wilderness.

Say anything, you have to find a feng shui treasure hole for Zhang Jiao!

Xu Yao led a team of elite Yellow Turban Fighters and stood silently aside, waiting for Zhang Liang's orders.

"General Digong, the official army is in the limelight today, don't rush out to damage the prestige of the army!"

Xu Yao's purpose is very clear, Zhang Jiao is dead, if Zhang Liang is captured in Guangzong Chen again, then it can be said to be a devastating disaster for the great cause of the Yellow Turban.

Zhang Liang's mind was like a paste at this time, but fortunately, there was still a sensible Xu Yao by his side.

"Hey, this is all the hard work of the eldest brother, if I naturally won't bury it easily, I will also point my sword at the Imperial City!"

A sharp light flashed in Zhang Liang's mind, and he stood up straight like a straight javelin.