After Zhang Jiao summoned the Yellow Turban Lux, he stood still, and no one knew what he was waiting for. 【Latest chapter reading. But he was indeed calm, no matter how many feathered arrows were shot at him when he was surrounded, those deadly sharp weapons were not at all in the eyes of Zhang Jiao.

"Black dog blood? Hehe. Shaking his head slightly, he stretched out his hand, and those feather arrows that were already in place hovered around his body like that.

Arrow after arrow, hindered, never to advance again. The black dog blood smeared on the tip of the arrow became more and more bright red, as if it had just been removed, but in fact it was already half-coagulated.

The first wave of arrow rain hovered, and the feathered arrows, which were originally unstoppable by the slanting wind and drizzle, finally stopped at a time when there was no wind or rain. The second wave of arrow rain came again, and it stopped where the first wave of arrow rain stopped, and Zhang Jiao was surrounded by a dense rain of arrows.

A moment later, one feather arrow after another landed on the ground, literally like rain, and landed on the ground with a clanging sound. The so-called rumors that the black dog's blood can break the demon magic are true, but after all, they can only make these feather arrows much better than at the beginning, and they have not become powder, but they are all failures if they can't hurt Zhang Jiao.

For such a result, Zhang Jiao had already expected that what the black dog blood could deal with was just some unpopular spells. For people like him, it is completely useless, of course, what really hinders Zhang Jiao is the blood qi of the battlefield, the blood qi emitted by the bodies of those Han soldiers.

This is the reason why his strength cannot be fully exerted, because every spell cast is equivalent to shaking an army. The reason why he can still be so powerful is of course because his strength is the top one, otherwise he would have been replaced by the Yellow Turban wrestlers in the army, and the spells they mastered would be completely weakened to the extreme when they were used on the battlefield.

The Yellow Turban Lux belongs to him in training, and is made up of the most loyal believers in the sect. Everyone is a person who can block ten people, not only strong, but also many of them have mastered the magic of the wrestlers, but on the battlefield, they can only rely on the power of the **, the power of the collective.

Looking at the evenly matched battle not far from him, Zhang Jiao's eyes did not reveal the slightest surprise. Although he summoned a real Yellow Turban Warrior, the opponent of the Yellow Turban Warrior was not as simple as that, at least Zhang Jiao could clearly see the invisible arrogance on his body, the arrogance was monstrous, and he had the posture of a fierce general that was unique in ten thousand.

"Still not?" Lu Zhi frowned, the arranged archers did not bring him the expected surprise, and the black dog blood prepared could not be as effective as rumored. This made Lu Zhi have to think about whether he wanted to put his army into it, but when he thought of the casualties, he had to hesitate again, because this battle, in his opinion, was over.

In just a moment, Lu Zhi had already made up his mind, Zhang Jiao would not die, he was uneasy!

"Sword and shield out!"

At the sound of an order, the sword and shield soldiers in the military formation behind Lu Zhi came out of the battle, each míng dāo shield hand holding the shield in front, and the other hand hiding the long knife in the shield. They lined up in a row, formed a shield wall, and when they passed in a row, they had occupied the entire long street.

After a row, there is still a row, layer upon layer. This is destined to make it possible for someone to break through the defense of the first layer of soldiers, and there will be the defense of the second layer of soldiers, and row after row of shield walls form the simplest and tightest sword and shield array.

Walking at the same pace, step by step, no one is fast, no one is slow. Although made up of hundreds of míng dāo shield soldiers, they were a whole, a moving mountain, a real chariot.

Different from the sword and shield soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, the sword and shield soldiers of the Han Army not only have a strong shield and sharp long knives, but also a suit of armor and helmets. This is something that the Yellow Turban Army's sword and shield bearers can't have, they only have swords and shields at most, and if they want to have any more defenses on their bodies, they want to be armoured, but it's very difficult.

The sound of neat and consistent footsteps, stepping and stepping, can really echo in people's hearts, and the footsteps of stomping down fiercely.

Zhang Fei also heard it and felt it, so he pulled out the Zhangba Snake Spear from the hand of the golden armorer. This time, he was no longer confronting the golden armor man with his strength like before, and the Zhangba snake spear stabbed out again and again, extremely fast, and it was also touched and closed. Regardless of whether he has made meritorious service or not, whether he has injured the golden armor person or not, he will not hesitate, he will withdraw the Zhangba snake spear and stab it again.

The momentum of the storm. No matter whether the golden-armored man could keep up with Zhang Fei's movements, whether his hands were made of real gold and iron or not, he couldn't change Zhang Fei's assassination of the Zhangba snake spear faster and fiercer every time.

This is the potential, the power to oppress the person, the power shā rén! Don't look at Zhang Fei is now going out with all his strength, but in fact, with the strength he uses, the burden on his arm is very small, because he is borrowing strength, taking advantage of the situation! Every time the Zhangba snake spear is stabbed, blocked by the golden armor man, or stabbed by the golden armor person, it will be bounced back, and he is using the power of the bullet shock to stab the Zhangba snake spear again!

"It should be over." Zhang Jiao raised his head, ignoring the Han army that was eyeing him, ignoring the sword and shield soldiers who were coming towards him, and he didn't look at the battle between Zhang Fei and the Yellow Turban Warriors. He looked at the sky, and there was a light that appeared in the darkness, and at the same time lit up his eyes.

Is it light, fire, or a fallen star? But no matter what, it has left its own mark in the vast night sky, in the countless stars, and in the memories of those who have a heart.

"The time has come." Zhang Jiao muttered softly.

The time has come for him to choose, the time for him to wait. The reason why he stood here was to delay the time for the evacuated believers, because Zhang Jiao knew that in the eyes of the Han army, he belonged to the first evil, and he was the one who had to be eliminated. Therefore, he understood that as long as he was, the Han army would be there, so he chose to stay in Guangzong City, and after ordering Zhang Bao to leave, he still stayed here at the North City Gate.

One person, he is only one person, but he is better than thousands of troops. Because to capture him, or to kill him, is like destroying thousands of troops.

Zhang Jiao knew Lu Zhi's choice very well, and he also knew that Lu Zhi would not only stare at him, but also dispatch troops and horses to chase down the evacuated Yellow Turban soldiers and horses. He is the first to rebel, and likewise, those of his followers cannot be easily let go.

It's too late, though. For Zhang Jiao, time is enough, so he will say that the time has come.

The timing is just right.

The body floated, and under the surprised gaze of those Han soldiers, Zhang Jiao slowly rose into the air. Of course, during this period, the service of bows and arrows is indispensable, but for Zhang Jiao, it is completely useless.

Of course, he didn't plan to leave, and he didn't plan to escape, for Zhang Jiao, it couldn't be simpler. If you want to leave, no one can keep him, but the difference is whether you want to or not.

Zhang Jiao stopped, and the wind was a little cool in mid-air, and between the blows, the Taoist robes he was wearing were stirred. The Han jun1 dāo shieldmen on the ground stopped moving forward and looked at each other, because Zhang Jiao was now floating in the air, and they could not be like him, so what was the point of moving forward? Only moments later, the sword and shield men continued to advance, and the commander did not tell them to stop, they could only continue to advance.

Probably this is the pitching of heaven and earth, right?

At this moment, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but think that when he was in Zhangjia Village, what he saw was nothing more than a small village, and a little more, it was that small county town. When he came into contact with the Taiping Technique, what he saw was a heaven and earth.

The emperor can only see the beings under the throne, but he can see the heaven and the earth, transcend the gap between the earth and the sky, touch the heavenly canopy, transcend the world, and get true freedom.

But what is freedom in this world? People are born to be uncomfortable. The so-called freedom is often nothing more than the absolute strength that can break the shackles and fan cages.

To be truly at ease is to be happy, to do what you like to do, to be with the people you like, to live a happy life, and to feel happy from the bottom of your heart, this is freedom. Or maybe it's also a shackle for some people, but some people just haven't encountered the likes and joys mentioned above.

Immortals? Comfortable? Zhang Jiao never thought that being detached from the mortal world was at ease, and the mortal world raised you, so you always have to give something back to it, instead of leaving freely.

He did not regret embarking on this path that now seemed to have come to an end, but was a little happy. Because if one road does not come to an end, how can we see other roads? Even if there is a cliff in front of him, for people like Zhang Jiao, it can't stop him from moving forward, because beyond the cliff, he can also see another scene, and there is also a road.

It's just that it's not the path that people take, and it's not the path that ordinary people will choose. Probably only crazy people, right?

Crazy? Zhang Jiao sneered, and there was light lingering around his body, soft and dim, and finally brightened as time passed.

Every bit of light is incomparably pure, the kind of purity that makes people feel that from the inside out, the whole body and mind rejoice. In this darkness, which was still dark, Zhang Jiao lit up the darkness and became the morning light, reflecting each other with the light in the sky.

It was Zhang Jiao who gave them the opportunity to choose and let them embark on this path called Huang Tian. So in the same way, Zhang Jiao once again gave the believers a chance to choose, a chance to really choose, whether they chose to continue fighting after leaving, or incognito, it was not so important to Zhang Jiao.

The only thing that matters is that it is their own choice.

Zhang Jiao chose to give them a choice, and he chose a path by himself. He chose death.

Because he was already in the light at this time, he saw a glimmer of the future, but it was only the past. In the past, after the failure of the Yellow Turban Uprising, the coffin was dug up again, the coffin was dug up, and the corpse was killed, and the bones were scattered.

This was the end of him. However, in Zhang Jiao's heart, there was no trace of anger at all, and there was no surprise. For him, no matter how difficult it is to accept, the truth is not so unacceptable. What's more, it was just once, wasn't it?

It wasn't his own choice, and now he chooses for himself. He will not be cut into a coffin, because he will not have a coffin at all, and there will be no corpses left.

It's also death, so it's probably worth rejoicing, right? Although the former is no different to Zhang Jiao, because death means the end, and what can no longer be accepted happens to someone who has died, which is not too much to pay attention to, because it is a dead person.

There is no joy in the dead, there is no fear, there is nothing in the living. At the moment when his life was gone, everything defined by the world of the living was nothing to the dead.

Zhang Jiao chose to die, because he had run out of oil, and no one knew how much he had paid until the Yellow Turban Uprising. He has never enjoyed too many things, nor does he reveal anything, because he is Zhang Jiao, a great sage and a good teacher, a great sage and good teacher, he should never die, never be defeated, right?

No. So he chose to die, he chose to die at this time, he chose to give those believers a second chance to choose. And once, the sky did not die, and the yellow sky did not stand up, but completely declined.

He just wanted to tell the believers who believed and blindly obeyed him that he was also human and would die.

That's what he said.

As long as you want to change, nothing will not bleed, the great sages and good teachers will die, and who else will not die? If you choose to continue, then be prepared to bleed and be prepared to die. Because what you want to change is not yourself, nor is it anything, what you want to change is a world.

Zhang Jiao suddenly laughed, his smile bathed in light, and he looked extraordinarily bright. He should be immortal, right? At least, there should be more people who remember him than they remember Lu Zhi and Emperor Han Ling, especially with the passage of time.

Because he is a traitor, an evil being. Evil people are always memorable, aren't they?

Death is not the end either. Because this world will never be saved and changed by one person, but there will never be a shortage of people who want to change and change. He was just one of them.

The light gradually bloomed from his body, completely submerging the silhouette of Zhang Jiao. The entire dark night of Gwangjong Castle was stretched out by the light of the golden huáng sè, and gradually spread to the surroundings.

Immeasurable light, immeasurable light. The city of Guangzong was completely swallowed up, and everything ceased to exist, maybe it existed, but it was drowned in the light that belonged to the yellow sky.

(End of chapter)