In the towering Luoyang Palace, Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty wore an imperial golden robe and threw the glass cup in his hand to the ground!

Syllable!

Pieces of debris scattered on the mirror-like ground and fell to the ground.

Looking at the Taiping Yellow Sky that gradually spread in the distance and covered the sky, as well as the yellow-robed Taoist who looked at Luoyang Palace and spoke wildly, Liu Hong lowered his eyes, and his eyes were extremely cold.

His face was unwavering, and his expression did not change in the slightest when he saw Tong Yuan and Wang Yue being blocked, and Yang Ci, Yuan Kui and others being seriously injured with a finger.

As the supreme of the Ninth Five-Year Plan, a generation of emperors, you must have the majesty of an emperor.

Even if there is no one to use as far as the eye can see, you should maintain your pride.

"I am the emperor of this great man, and I am the master of this world!"

"Why do you want to rebel, why... Dare to rebel?! ”

Forcibly holding back the anger in his heart, Liu Hong looked at the level of his eyes and did not look anywhere, but the meaning revealed in his words was to Zhang Jiao.

Liu Hong's words came out, and Zhang Jiao, who was originally far away in the sky, took a few steps, and arrived on the Luoyang platform, standing beside Liu Hong, the emperor of the Han Dynasty, and happened to hear Liu Hong's question.

"Over the years, I have thought about today's scene many times, until today, I am finally able to meet His Majesty."

"Taiping Dao Zhangjiao, I have seen Your Majesty."

The yellow-robed Taoist shook the dust with his left hand, put it on his right arm, and bowed slightly to Liu Hong, taking it as a respect.

As the person in power of this huge empire, even if he is an enemy, he is worthy of Zhang Jiao to give Liu Hong a courtesy.

Hearing Zhang Jiao's words, Liu Hong bit his lip, moved forward slowly, and looked at the landscape of the entire city below on the Luoyang high platform in the sky.

Even if there is a ravine in the middle that runs through the north and south, it does not affect the structure of the rest of the place.

Liu Hong looked down, he looked very attentive and serious.

The yellow light shines in the yellow sky, reflecting on the magnificent buildings, which looks even more quaint.

Unconsciously, since Liu Hong ascended the throne, he has never left this ancient city.

Said to be the master of the world... As a result, he never even went out at the door of his own house, what kind of emperor is this, and what is the difference between him and those prisoners in prison!

"Huh."

Liu Hong looked at it, suddenly became a little bored, shook his head with self-deprecation, turned his head to look at Zhang Jiao who was standing next to him, as if asking him, and as if he was questioning himself:

"Taiping Dao Zhang Jiao, right?"

"You say that I rule the world, give food and clothing to all the people of this world, ensure that they are protected by the law, and so on."

"But why, how can there be so many people in this world who have no kings and no fathers?!"

"What the hell am I sorry for?"

When Liu Hong spoke, he was still calm, and then he spoke faster and faster, the more he spoke, the more excited he became, and in the end, he raised his sleeves and shouted angrily!

With Liu Hong's movements, the great man's luck turned into a five-clawed golden dragon hovering behind him, and a pair of dragon eyes were bright and golden, just staring at the yellow-clothed Taoist in front of him.

The pressure attached to it was condensed like a mountain, and if it were ordinary people, the two would have been fighting under this dragon power.

However, in the face of Zhang Jiao, these pressures are really almost meaningless, and he can't even make his expression change color.

"Your Majesty, thousands of years have passed since the Han Dynasty."

"The system is backward and corrupt, the family is rampant and domineering, the officials are in the township, and the people are miserable, this is the most common landscape that can be seen in the world several times today."

"Your Majesty has done nothing wrong, but this scene is no longer something you can control, there must be a real change from beginning to end, from top to bottom, to save this world that has rotted to the roots!"

"Even if I don't have a horn today, there will still be others, and there will be more people who will oppose your world."

"The common people can't live anymore, and it's too ridiculous for you to let them retain the so-called concept of serving the country with loyalty, isn't it, Your Majesty the Emperor of Han?"

"The people are not afraid of death, so why should they be afraid of death!"

Zhang Jiao looked at Liu Hong, who was hovering with a real dragon, without any fear, instead of retreating, he stepped forward, and said one after another in an impassioned tone, and kept shouting at Liu Hong.

Looking at Zhang Jiao who was forced to come forward, coupled with such a heart-wrenching remark, Emperor Liu Hong's crown changed color, only to see Emperor Han slowly take a step back, and a slight chill appeared in his heart.

Zhang Jiao's words are really heart-wrenching.

Even if Liu Hong is a god of martial arts, he can sweep away the Quartet, and then restore the heroic style of the Han Dynasty, he is destined to not be able to do what Zhang Jiao wants to do.

In essence, he and these families are all the way.

As a person with vested interests, it is impossible for him to choose to subvert the family for the sake of the people below.

Don't say he can't do it, even if he can do it, he won't choose to do it.

This is digging his roots!

As a commoner below, the greatest mercy that Liu Hong can send out is to let them be fed and clothed, nothing more.

Want to go one step further, practice martial arts, and have the qualifications to advance?

There is so little hope that it is almost none.

The Tao is different, and they do not conspire with each other.

Liu Hong clenched his fists in his wide-sleeved robe, and his eyebrows gradually became fierce.

If he had to choose between life and the position of emperor, he would rather choose the latter!

As a generation of emperors, Liu Hong is dead, and he must face death as an emperor!

Just after Liu Hong decided to come down, the entire Luoyang Terrace suddenly shook!

Endless golden light emerged from the entire pavilion corridor, and quickly converged on the five-clawed golden dragon behind Liu Hong at the top of Luoyang Terrace!

The cold light on the Chixiao sword on his waist flashed, Liu Hong drew his sword and slashed out at Zhang Jiao!

The golden light condensed on the sword qi and slashed straight towards the Taiping Daoist on the opposite side.

The air flow is rolling, and the sword qi swept out will split the brilliant platform layer standing in mid-air with a sword, and the neat cracks appear from the surrounding pillars, and after a rumbling sound, this prosperous Luoyang platform was cut off by Liu Hong with a sword!

Then the emperor of the Han Dynasty turned into golden light and rushed straight to the sky, and the jade seal hanging on his waist emitted a brilliant light.

A burst of thunder roared sounded, the black clouds covered the entire Luoyang, the lightning on it circulated rapidly, as Liu Hong's long sword split out again, these thunderbolts seemed to be guided, rushing towards the direction of Liu Hong's sword, its majesty, its fierceness!

"Even if the Great Han Dynasty weakens to this point, the remaining luck should not be underestimated..."

The dust and blue light in the hands of the yellow-robed Daoist flickered slightly, and after scattering the sword qi that Liu Hong first split, he looked at the dark sky, a little dignified.

This Liu Hong borrowed the Mandate of Heaven from the Great Han Dynasty, and the divine power that erupted in his body was no different from the power of the Sixth Order.

"It's finally come to this."

The palm flickered, and the dust turned into a point of light and dissipated between the palms of Zhang Jiao, and the person exhaled, seemingly a little relaxed.

Taiping is a technique, and Huang Tian borrows the law!

Book from heaven, the world is peaceful!

Under the beam of Taiping Huangtian, Zhang Jiao once again borrowed the Taiping Dao and the luck of all beings, and the momentum on his body suddenly climbed higher, only from the momentum of the momentum, he had surpassed Lu Yao in some aspects, and he was only one step away from the supreme seventh-order Heavenly Immortal Realm!

The Taiping Yellow Sky descended, and the Han Cangtian formed a division of the court, one of the two occupies the south, the other traverses the north, although it seems evenly matched, but under a closer look, the Taiping Yellow Sky summoned by Zhang Jiao is obviously a little victorious!

"Today, the poor road Taiping Road Zhangjiao, with the public opinion of the thirteen states, with the yellow sky, instead of the sky!"

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand, the age is in Jiazi, and the world is lucky!"

This duel is no longer a decisive victory between spells, but a duel between two worlds!

The two are yellow and black, cannibalizing each other, and they are all fighting whose strength is higher!

The Han Dynasty is fighting the essence of these thousands of years, while the Taiping Road relies on the public opinion of the whole world!

Man will conquer the sky!

Emperor Liu Hong's face became paler and paler, and under the encroachment of this peaceful yellow sky, the luck belonging to the Great Han Dynasty had passed rapidly, and it was not enough to support him to continue to fight for a long time.

"I'm a big man... Are you really going to die?! ”

Liu Hong's pupils were full of distraction, and he watched in a daze as the Taiping Yellow Sky continued to devour the Han Dynasty's qi luck, and in the end, only the true dragon qi that lingered around him remained, and he was still breathing.

"No... My big man will never die! ”

As if thinking of something, Liu Hong must have gritted his teeth with his eyes, waved the Chixiao Sword in his hand, swung all his strength, and cut a small gap in the east, and then saw a streamer flash, and an object "swished" from the gap and disappeared.

When the crack closed, Liu Hong breathed a sigh of relief and calmly faced Zhang Jiao.

His imperial crown had been blown off by the wind, his long hair was fluttering in the wind, his face was extremely pale, all Liu Hong's means had been exhausted, and only a Chixiao sword was still held in the palm of his hand, and there was nothing else.

"The emperor has the emperor's way to die, even if he dies, he can't die in the hands of you, a traitor!"

Seeing that the general trend had gone, Liu Hong knew that he had no power to return to the sky, and smiled at Zhang Jiao, who was standing on the top, and then Chixiao's long sword was raised, and he wiped it towards his neck without hesitation!

Swish!

Blood-red blood spurted out from Liu Hong's neck, his eyes instantly dimmed, his strength was empty, the corpse lost traction, and fell from the sky with a pop.

Emperor Liu Hong of the Han Dynasty has fallen!

The yellow-robed Taoist stood quietly in the sky, watching Liu Hong's series of movements.

When Liu Hong's body was about to smash into the ground, Zhang Jiao sighed, and with a wave of dust in his hand, he helped his body up and gently placed it on the ground.

A generation of emperors, if they die without a body, it will be too miserable.

Or should he be given the dignity he deserves.

At this moment, the light from the Taiping Yellow Sky on the sky dome shines on the earth, exuding warmth.

And Zhang Jiao finally took the first step towards realizing his ideals.

He still has a long way to go!

(End of chapter)