Looking at Zhang Jiao walking slowly into the school yard with his head held high, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army raised their heads as if they had been beaten to greet the god in their hearts.

"I've seen a great sage and a good teacher!"

When Zhang Jiao walked to the front of the team, more than a dozen commanders, whether famous or unknown, gave a military salute on their horses and said hello.

Seeing their greetings, Zhang Jiao only glanced at these commanders lightly and nodded slightly. Then, after arranging the yellow robe printed with the gossip pattern, he stepped lightly on the wooden steps step by step with a solemn and calm face, as if trying to make no noise from the wooden steps and thus arouse Huang Tian's disgust, which was not conducive to the next prayer.

Slowly walked to the corner in front of the altar, tidied up his robe again, and then took three incense sticks and lit them, bowed three times and inserted them in the incense burner.

"Success or failure is here, this battle must be won to make the Yellow Turban Army still have the breath!"

Silently sighed, he opened his horns, and looked at the blue sky above his head with hopeful eyes. He knew that there was still a will watching him, so he wanted to impress him with his sincere attitude and words.

"The Yellow Sky Holy Fire, the will is still there, and it will never be extinguished!"

Shoved a ball of yellow paper into the corner of an empty incense burner, pointed at it with his hand, and muttered.

There was only a 'bang', and a bright flame in the incense burner suddenly ignited in it, and the color of this flame was bright yellow and piercing to the eyes, and there was a faint hint of pure white, which seemed very holy. It makes people feel a heartbreak when they see it, and they can't help but want to bow down to it.

"The flame shines forever!"

Seeing Zhang Jiao summoning the Yellow Turban Flame, all the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army standing below suddenly knelt on one knee and shouted with their spears.

Glancing at the holy flame again, although bright and holy, it felt incomparably distant from himself, Zhang Jiao's heart flashed with inexplicable heartache.

"Alas, the time is also, the momentum is also!"

As if thinking of some bad consequences, the corners of Zhang Jiao's eyes twitched slightly. And there was a hint of bitterness in his eyes.

"That's it, that's it, just ask these disciples of mine to get out! What other unrealistic ideas do I have in mind! ”

Looking at the selfish or greedy commanders below, the hot eyes of themselves. Zhang Jiao's lamenting expression suddenly became firm. Although these disciples have their own shortcomings, they are all their own disciples! They are all their most loyal and capable supporters, and if he is the spiritual leader of the Yellow Turban Army, he is indispensable. Then these disciples of his are the pillars of the Yellow Turban Army. If it is missing, the building will be unstable!

"Huh, just let me Zhang Jiao bear the responsibility of this qiē!"

Zhang Jiao, whose eyes changed from firm to flat, gently glanced at the army below, and then looked deeply at the brilliant flame in front of him again.

Zhang Jiao, who was still a little reluctant, squinted his eyes, shook his arm slightly, and took the two books hidden in his sleeve in his hand, and took a closer look, it turned out to be the "Dunjia Heavenly Book" heavenly scroll with golden pages, and the "Dunjia Heavenly Book" earth scroll with a yellow cover.

Calling for Huang Tian's response. Zhang Jiao, a believer in Huangtian, only presented two volumes of the secret book "Dunjia Heavenly Book"! ”

Glancing at the two heavenly books in his hand again, he gritted his teeth, and with a slight shake of his hand, he threw the two heavenly books into the holy fire, and the holy flame seemed to know the importance of the two heavenly books, and swallowed the two heavenly books into the flames in a moment, and never saw any trace of them.

Looking at Zhang Jiao, who didn't even let himself see the ashes of the two heavenly books, he finally cleared his throat, picked up an arrow placed on the table, raised it in his hand and shouted loudly:

"O yellow heaven in the dark, accept the prayer of your people!" The Han army where the general trend is located has already approached the city. The army is overwhelmed. We, the soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, fought hard to save the Golden Gate City and continue to spread your Taoism. However, the current situation is not optimistic, and our army is unable to turn the sky and the will of the general trend is about to collapse. Now your people want to fight to the death. Please grant the supreme blessing of believing in your people, so that we may have the power to fight against the people of the world. Let us spread your greatness to all directions, the sun and the moon shine on all the Yellow Sky believers, and the Yellow Sky believers open their horns to worship! ”

After shouting this passage in front of the army, Zhang Jiao, who was silent, immediately threw the arrow into the holy fire. And unexpectedly. At this moment, the holy flame has not changed in the slightest, and the arrow is just quietly staying in the holy fire, neither being lit nor being swallowed, which is really weird.

Zhang Jiao, who frowned, looked at the incense burner that was not moving at all and was a little worried. This time, not only did he offer a lot of sacrifices, but even the three volumes of the heavenly books he opened his horn offered the two volumes of heaven and earth that Huang Tian needed most, could it be that Huang Tian was still not satisfied?

"Ahem~"

Zhang Jiao, who was in a somewhat depressed mood, suddenly flushed his face, but he was extremely suppressive, and he still held back the ** that was about to cough out loud, and just gently lowered his head and coughed twice without everyone paying attention.

"Bang~"

A muffled sound of explosion sounded softly in Zhang Jiao's ears, and Zhang Jiao, full of anticipation, looked at the incense burner in front of him, and sure enough, the arrow had disappeared, and Zhang Jiao breathed a sigh at the same time, and the heart that had just been blocked in his throat was placed back in place.

"The Yellow Heaven is going to give us believers supreme power, let us chant the greatness of the Yellow Heaven!"

Zhang Jiao, who took a deep breath, turned to face the kneeling army and cheered loudly.

"Yellow sky, yellow sky, yellow sky!"

Although the believers below couldn't believe it, the words of the great sages and good teachers all allowed them to question, even if it was a small worry in their hearts. After hearing that there was going to be the supreme power bestowed by Huang Tian for a while, they couldn't help but raise their spears up and down and call Huang Tian's name. Their voices tore through the Golden Gate City and reached the nearby Han army camp, listening to the roar of the Yellow Turban Army that shocked the entire sky, the soldiers on the Han army's side couldn't help but be stunned, what happened to make the Yellow Turban Army so high morale?

"The final battle, hurry up, my Bi Yan Laos can be looking forward to it for a long time!"

Li Cunxiao, who was sitting on a boulder and rubbing the weapon in his hand, raised his head and smiled coldly in the direction of Golden Gate City. (To be continued.) )