"The wings are sparse to become positive, the longevity of the long sight is to fly away, the five elements are uneven and the same root joint, the three or five amalgamation to the one, who rises the sun and the moon together, holds the pearl and the jade and the sub-room, the sub-room has its own holding, that is, the desire to immortalize the gold room, out of the moon and into the sun is my way, the sky and the earth are three times together, the lifting of the five elements and one in nine, the jade falling is my treasure, the son has its own why not keep, the heart knows the root of the cultivation of Huacai, and obeys the heaven and the earth to hide the essence."

When Li Cunxiao walked in front of Zhang Jiao, what he heard was that Zhang Jiao was reciting this paragraph that seemed to have deep meaning.

"Zhang Jiao, so far, do you have any witchcraft that can save you?"

Looking at Zhang Jiao, who was sitting quietly in the carriage with a free and easy appearance, Li Cunxiao's eyes were full of mixed flavors at this moment. He seemed to understand Zhang Jiao's thoughts and knew his fate from these words he recited. But, after all, we are hostile forces!

"Hex? Hehe~"

After hearing Li Cunxiao's words, Zhang Jiao, who opened his eyes, seemed to have no emptiness and mystery in his eyes as in the past, only a trace of the sadness of helpless flowers.

"Hmph, the left side of the door is the left side of the door after all, the witchcraft is the left way of the side door after all, and it is not suppressed, now you can accept it!"

Bi Yanlao in his hand slowly pointed at Li Cunxiao, who was at Zhang Jiao's neck, and said with dignity.

"Am I on the sidelines? I am the authentic Xuanmen, the Yellow Turban Messenger Zhang Jiao! Dunjia Heavenly Book, this divine book, is it a witchcraft? ”

Hearing Li Cunxiao's sarcasm, Zhang Jiao's indifferent appearance was instantly broken, he couldn't stand others insulting his beliefs like this.

"Are you ready to die?"

Looking at Zhang Jiao's crazy appearance of choosing people, Li Cunxiao, who frowned, didn't bother to quibble with him. Just gently sent Bi Yanlao out a little bit, and drew a little blood mark on his neck.

"Hehe, since my Zhang Jiao's fate was originally Huangtian, then the fate is also Huangtian. You, a mortal general, can you take my life? Hahaha......"

Although blood had already flowed out of his neck, Zhang Jiao, who could be taken away by Li Cunxiao with a slight force, suddenly laughed at Li Cunxiao with disdain and mockery.

"Hmph, it's still a lot of arguments!"

His own Bi Yan Lao had already driven to his neck. Are you still afraid that he won't be able to escape!

"The yellow sky is above, I open my horns, here!"

He didn't look at Li Cunxiao anymore, who threatened his life, closed his eyes and shouted at the blue sky.

"Pretending to be a ghost!"

Look at the battlefield that has come to a standstill. Where people's eyes are watched. Li Cunxiao had to hurry up and get rid of Zhang Jiao.

"Click! Click! Click! Click! Click! ”

Five thunders in a row slashed down overwhelmingly, and Bi Yanlao in Li Cunxiao's hand was also shocked by external forces for the first time in history. Li Cunxiao, who didn't dare to face the majesty of the sky, hurriedly took two steps back and looked at Zhang Jiao, who was still sitting in the thunder and lightning, in a daze. I saw that his clothes were still undamaged. still maintaining a smiling appearance, Li Cunxiao suddenly seemed to be alive.

After five thunders, after waiting for a long time to see that the sky seemed to be no longer reacting, Li Cunxiao took two steps forward and blinked his eyes twice, seeing Zhang Jiao, who was still undamaged, maintaining a faint smile, and sitting upright on the carriage.

"Damn, Zhang Jiao, you're trying to abuse witchcraft!"

Thinking that the thunder just now was Li Cunxiao summoned by Zhang Jiao, he used enough strength in his hand and was ready to slap Zhang Jiao to death. Since I can kill you without weapons. Then I'll slap you to death with one palm, it's not an exaggeration!

"Bang~"

While scolding the grinning Li Cunxiao, he slapped Zhang Jiao's head with enough strength. But to his surprise, when his palm was about to fall, just by relying on the wind in his palm, Zhang Jiao's body was blown into ashes, and he no longer existed.

"This?"

Li Cunxiao, who looked at his hands in embarrassment, thought that he actually killed Zhang Jiao with his palm, and lowered his head in disbelief, looking at his heroic palms in a daze.

"Not true. It's not my palm wind, it should be the thunder just now! ”

Li Cunxiao, who thought about it for a while, immediately understood that Zhang Jiao did not die because of himself, but because of the five thunderbolts just now, which split him into slag. It's just that I don't know why. He was still sitting upright, but in fact, Zhang Jiao had already died when the thunder had just fallen.

"Until death, won't you give me a chance!"

Li Cunxiao, who shook his head helplessly, looked at the flying ash of the horns that had drifted away, and muttered half sad and half sympathetic.

"Maybe!"

I thought of what Zhang Jiao just said. He was born in response to the yellow sky, so he should die in the yellow sky, the thunder just now is the masterpiece of the yellow sky! So, since these mysterious and mysterious things really exist, then what fate should I, Li Cunxiao, be born? Is it the destiny of heaven that Zhang Jiao shouted in the slogan? And what is the meaning of my zài? At this moment, Li Cunxiao, after thinking of many questions, was puzzled.

However, Li Cunxiao, who came back to his senses in a moment, no longer thought about the answers to these questions that he couldn't come up with on his own.

"The thief Zhang Jiao is dead! The Yellow Turban thieves also surrendered quickly! ”

Li Cunxiao, who picked up Bi Yanlao, chopped off the front part of the carriage with a wave, and at the same time shouted at the still piece of heaven and earth behind.

And Li Cunxiao's roar seemed to have pressed the button to continue playing, and the nearly 100,000 troops on the two sides that were stationary behind him suddenly either thundered with joy, or dropped their weapons, crying and grabbing the ground.

"Great Sage and Good Teacher!"

Most of the Yellow Turban Army bowed in the direction where Zhang Jiao was, crying and shouting. Although they didn't believe that Zhang Jiao was dead, an inexplicable reaction in their hearts was to tell them clearly that Zhang Jiao was dead, and the Yellow Turban Army was finished!

"Teacher! The disciple will not give up, and the disciple will spread your deeds on this land forever! ”

Unlike most of the Yellow Turban Army who were crying and grabbing the ground, Zhang Baiqi cried in disbelief while secretly saying in a hoarse voice. Now that your task has been completed, you can go with peace of mind, and let the students try again!

"Withdraw!"

Zhang Baiqi's more than 6,000 people are all diehard believers of Zhang Jiao, so they are different from the rest of the believers who are now languishing on the ground, but they are full of unyielding fighting spirit with tears in their eyes, although they want to fight with the Han army that killed the great sage and good teacher, but the commander's order cannot be violated, they have to suppress their current mood and quickly follow Zhang Baiqi out of the battlefield. (To be continued.) )