The fire that burned through half of the sky 'crackled', and Li Cunxiao led people to look at the raging flames and continued to run and fight everywhere, not knowing what his actions had made Zhang Jiaoqi and angry. What kind of results will it bring to himself, but, even if he knows, he won't pay too much attention to it, because harming the enemy is also a kind of self-interest, isn't it~

……

"Great sage and good teacher, the altar has arrived!"

Several big men moved a table three meters long, two meters wide, and 1.5 meters high, and then someone behind quickly placed a carved image on it. The flowing silver hair was tied up on his head and draped behind him, his neatly groomed beard, a dusty hand in his hand, and a smiling face, so he had the image of a real person.

"Taiqing Daojun is safe!"

After seeing that image was placed there, Zhang Jiao immediately looked at it, and bowed to the statue of Taiqing Daojun with a tense face.

"Ritual vessels, offerings, incense burners!"

After the salute, Zhang Jiao waved his big sleeves, and the people standing behind him immediately placed the incense burner in the center, and then the sacrifices were lined up on both sides in a regular manner, and then the ritual utensils were placed at the forefront.

"Taizhen Daojun, disciple Zhang Jiao asks for help!"

While talking, Zhang Jiao inserted the lit three incense sticks into the incense burner, and bowed three times again.

I don't know if Zhang Jiao's words were received by Taiqing Daojun, anyway, Zhang Jiao was babbling something with his eyes closed, and the disciples behind him seemed to believe in Zhang Jiao and Taiqing Daojun, so they stared at this picture of gods and monsters with red faces.

"Huang Tian is thick on the earth, today's disciple Huang Angel Zhang Jiao, ask for Huang Tian's help!"

Zhang Jiao, who was silent for a while, suddenly took the wooden sword on the table and took a roll of yellow paper, and lit it with a candle.

"Bang~"

A cluster of fire exploded on the tip of the wooden sword, and the burned yellow paper turned into ashes and scattered on the table. And at this moment, it seems that the heavens have responded to him, and it seems that the Daojun has recognized him. The confetti that had just turned to ashes formed a small tornado that encircled the altar and the horns in the middle.

The 'whirring' wind blew small flags on the table, but what was a little counterintuitive was that the yellow paper on the table was untouched at the moment, as if the world was calm.

"I have three volumes of the Book of Heaven. Where is the upper volume? ”

Zhang Jiao, who was wielding a strange movement with a wooden sword, suddenly pointed the tip of his sword at the sky and shouted. And with his roar, a flash of lightning flashed in the sky, and then it slashed down towards the altar.

And with the lightning reaching the nether, it seems to have lost its power, and it seems to recognize the existence of this altar. Its speed slowed down visibly to the naked eye, and then it slowly floated in front of Zhang Jiao.

The golden cover, the golden title page, the four big black characters "Dunjia Tianshu" on it, and a small mark below, that is, "Tianjuan".

"Thank you Huang Tianci!"

Zhang Jiao, who placed the wooden sword horizontally on the table, held the Dunjia Heavenly Book in both hands and bowed to the sky three times again. And the sky seemed to have received his meaning, and suddenly became quiet, as if the thunder and lightning and the wind just now were not there.

Seeing this situation, Zhang Jiao immediately lowered his head slowly and looked at the book of heaven in both hands with a fanatical face. His face was sad for a while, resolute for a while, and resentful for a while, and his face changed several times, and finally gritted his teeth fiercely and frowned, and then turned the first page of the book of heaven.

"Han Jun, since you don't let me have a good time, don't think about it!"

Looking at the rioting camp and the calm Han army camp outside the field of vision, Zhang Jiao said hatefully.

……

"General, what the hell is going on with this god, is it the witchcraft of the old thief Zhang Jiao?"

Looking at the abruptly changing sky and the strange lightning not far away, Zhang Wei, the captain of the pro-soldiers, asked worriedly. If it was a battle, he was not afraid at all. What if he dies on the battlefield, this is the fate of a soldier, and he will be excited! However, if you die under this strange witchcraft. He felt that he had lost a lot of money, and he was also very sad. That's why he was extremely worried about this strange sky.

"I don't know, let's take a look over there, let me Li Cunxiao see what kind of demon art dares to cholera my Han land!"

After listening to the words of the captain of the guard, Li Cunxiao's excitement of fighting all the way disappeared in an instant. He's not stupid. This strange weather and that strange lightning bolt seem to indicate that someone is doing it in that direction. But for the fear of the unknown, he still tried not to get close, but then he thought of the glory of the Great Han, if he didn't dare to face the demonic skills of the Yellow Turban Army, he Li Cunxiao was a god of war, how could he be a qualified general! Coupled with his trust in his own force, he was silent for a while, then turned his horse and decided to go straight to the center of the Yellow Turban Army's camp to see what the Yellow Turban Army's so-called witchcraft was, so that the army could be prepared.

As for the question of life, he is not worried at all. If Zhang Jiao could control all kinds of heavenly power and unknown forces to take people's heads thousands of miles away, he would have already hit the capital, so why should he still shrink in this not prosperous Golden Gate?

"Brothers, come with me to see the demon path of this cholera world, what kind of ability does it make our Han foundation shake!"

Li Cunxiao, who had made up his mind, then yelled at the guards behind him. Hearing Li Cunxiao's roar, the guards behind also responded with spears and shouting one after another. A flock of sheep led by a lion is still a flock of lions, and a flock of lions led by sheep is still a flock of sheep. The pro-guards led by Li Cunxiao did not say that they were all good at martial arts under his guidance, but said that with the arrogance and courage of their boss Li Cunxiao, it would be extremely abnormal if they were timid.

"Kill! Kill the demon Dao and keep my Han room peaceful! ”

The shouting cavalry immediately stabbed the surging Yellow Turban Army like a water-splitting Emei thorn, and rushed straight in the direction of the Zhangjiao altar.

……

Li Cunxiao's camp, Xu Shu looked at the strange weather in the distance and couldn't help but worry about Li Cunxiao. He has never been exposed to the demon art thing and does not know where the limit of the demon magic ability is, so he is very worried about Li Cunxiao's life, if he breaks this number one brave general of the Han family here, it will be a big loss! However, due to Li Cunxiao's military orders and the safety of the army, Xu Shu had to secretly pray for the first time to bless the Han family and bless Li Cunxiao~ (To be continued.) )