"The disciple has no regrets. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info "Bow to the horns.

"Okay, okay."

Nanhua comforted his beard and helped Zhang Jiao.

He was relieved that his apprentice didn't blame him.

After all, there are thousands of mistakes in this matter, and they all started because of his book.

"It's hard to open the horns.."

The scenes after Zhang Jiao's uprising in the stream passed, and Nanhua sighed in his heart.

Uprising, defeat.

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man..

"Our master and apprentice have all been punished by Heavenly Dao Cause and Effect."

Nanhua opened his mouth, and when he picked up Zhang Jiao, who was puzzled by his words, he immediately opened his mouth and explained to him: "The cause and effect of the Heavenly Dao between me and you are all explained by the Dao Ancestor, and your life was saved by Judge Cui."

Zhang Jiao's nature is not bad.

All of this matter was planned by Chen Peng, and Chen Peng also promised Nanhua to solve the cause and effect of Zhang Jiao's Heavenly Dao.

So when the stream water, the yellow turban failed, and Zhang Jiao was in decline.

"Cause and effect are done."

After Chen Peng saw it, he pointed to the room, and the soul of Zhang Jiao in the void was detained to the ancestral land.

But after all, Zhang Jiao had been punished by his heaven before.

The figure is a little illusory, and it is gradually drifting away.

Nanhua was anxious after watching it by the stream, but he didn't dare to plead with Dao Ancestor.

"How can this be good.."

Zhang Jiao's figure gradually dissipated, and Nanhua was anxious and flustered.

"This seat is given to Cui Ming the document of life and death, and the cycle of life and death belongs to the earthly realm." Chen Peng waved his hand, and after the ghostly scene appeared in the stream, he closed his eyes and said nothing, crossing his knees and above the boulder.

It doesn't seem to matter. Don't seem to ask.

"Disciple, thank you Dao Ancestor!"

But after Nanhua heard Dao Ancestor's words, he was excited.

"Zhang Jiao is saved.."

Although Daozu no longer spoke, Nanhua didn't understand that this was Daozu's acquiescence.

Rejoice, gratitude.

After Nanhua stepped into the stream, he came to the underworld and found Cui Ming, who was dealing with affairs.

..

"But why don't I have flesh and blood?" Zhang Jiao looked at his illusory body.

"Just because you died when the heavens and men were decaying, leaving only your soul in the void to be punished by heaven and earth..." Cui Ming shook his head, stepped into the stream, and returned to the boundary.

"I'm already dead?" Zhang Jiao was puzzled.

"Removed from the life and death documents, when the longevity is exhausted, it will not enter the realm after death, but it is not allowed to be reincarnated." Nanhua opened his mouth, looked at Zhang Jiao and explained: "In the ancestral land, the aura is sufficient, and you have a long life to live forever."

The realm is in charge of life and death, and controls reincarnation.

After being removed from the life and death book, it will not be under the control of the earthly realm, and the longevity of Yangshou will be geometric, and it will all depend on his own cultivation and creation.

However, if the correct result is not achieved, after the accidental death, because the name of the person is not recorded in the life and death struggle, the realm will not be restricted, leaving his yin soul to wander in the yang world.

And as long as the newborn Yin Soul is not afraid of the light of the great sun, even if you wander the world during the day, cultivate into an immortal, cultivate into a demon, and do not offend the power, no one cares what happens to you.

"Then I'm a ghost cultivator now." Zhang Jiao looked at his body.

Curious, confused, but fearless.

After all, he had already died once, and he was already deeply fortunate to be able to get out of the Heavenly Dao cause and effect.

"And also reunited with the master.."

Zhang Jiao sighed in his heart, then remembered something, then looked at his master and said curiously: "Master, why is the disciple not afraid of the sun?"

In the sky, under the dim sun, he did not feel any discomfort in the nascent ghost.

"Because you are not a newborn Yin Soul now, and your cultivation as a Dao Ancestor has already preserved for you."

Nanhua opened his mouth to explain, and said with a smile: "It's not like a teacher, go to thank Daozu."

Saying that, Nanhua didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly led Zhang Jiao, who was a little curious, to the boulder, and bowed to Chen Peng: "Disciple Nanhua, thank Daozu."

"Disciple Zhang Jiao, thank Daozu for relieving the grace of heavenly cause and effect." Zhang Jiao hurriedly knelt down and bowed, and said gratefully: "Let the disciple reunite with the master."

Suffer its cause and effect, and be blamed and punished by heaven.

The body is dead and the soul is not extinguished, and the Tao is not gone.

"Zhang Jiao has done everything, he has no desires and no desires, and only then can he be liberated."

On the boulder, Chen Peng's thoughts turned, and after getting up, he looked at Zhang Jiao, who was a little restrained, and said: "The talent that can be created is born with a spiritual root."

The innate spiritual root is the highest talent other than the heaven-given saints.

This is also why Zhang Jiao's cultivation has progressed so quickly in the world after he left Kunlun.

Just because, he was born with a thunder magic spiritual root.

But the qualifications will also change according to random circumstances and understanding, but there are very few owners.

And Chen Peng doesn't like to use the Great Dao Divine Power to search.

Therefore, now Chen Peng knows that there are only Xu Zhu and Zhang Jiao.

"That's good."

Thinking, Chen Peng nodded, and after waving his hand, the two got up.

"Disciple, thank Dao Ancestor!" The two hurriedly bowed.

"No need to be polite."

Chen Peng's words fell, and after taking a step, he appeared by the stream.

"The Yellow Turban has also completed the rest of the plans of this seat.."

The thought turned, and the scene after Zhang Jiao's departure was reflected in the stream.

Snowflakes are falling in the sky.

The ground is covered with white.

Gone is the scene of late autumn.

"It turns out that three full days have passed since I died." When Zhang Jiao came to the stream, he looked at the scene in the stream and muttered.

..

In three days.

Zhang Jiao died, and his body was found by the guards on duty after the body decomposed on the bed.

"The Heavenly Master Immortal is gone!"

If the sky is stepping in his heart, he cries sadly, and the cultivation of the foundation building period has not even held the lantern in his hand.

Knock―

As the lantern in his hand fell to the ground, it was like the end of an era...

"Brother!" Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang rushed over when they heard the news.

"The Heavenly Master is dead!" The Yellow Turbans seemed to have lost their souls in an instant.

"What are we going to do after the immortals are gone?" The people prayed and bowed, hoping to bring back the lives of the immortals.

One day.

Like thunder, the news of Zhang Jiao's death spread throughout Jizhou.

Wailing, wailing.

The cries of the people and the yellow turbans resounded throughout the land of a state.

..

"Kill!"

The mansion was full of yellow turbans.

There were shouts of killing outside the house.

"Zhang Jiao is dead!" Roaring, the night was filled with firelight.

"Death to the Yellow Turban Thief!" Swords, strong bows, and soldiers poured in.

"After you wait for the two of you to hand over the divine book, you can avoid death!" A middle-aged man dressed as a general spoke.

"Brother.." Zhang Liang took the sword and guarded the bed.

"Even if I Zhang Bao dies, I won't hand it over to you and other gods." Although Zhang Bao was a little tired, he was not afraid.

"The two of you are tired now, and with today's practice, I'm afraid you won't even be able to cast ordinary spells." The general persuaded again.

Pray for rain and dew.

Heavy snow in Jizhou.

After Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang did it at noon, they were already exhausted by the grief of their deceased brother.

And the generals also noticed this and immediately led people to attack the city.

"How.."

In retrospect, the general wanted to open his mouth and persuade again.

"Needless to say." Zhang Bao shook his head: "After death, I will be reunited with my brother."

Zhang Liang clenched his sword tightly and said nothing.

"Stubborn."

The general did not want to say any more and walked out of the house.

"Shoot the arrows.."

"Put!"

Rain.

Rain of arrows..

..

"Am I going to die?"

The brother in front of him has an illusory body, like a ghost.

The sky was dim, like a shadow written by a bamboo slip.

"No matter where I am, I really reunite with my brother."

Laughing, Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang got up by the stream, looked at the brother in front of them, but suddenly said with some loss: "Brother, we and the other two have failed to live up to your trust, and the yellow scarf is afraid that it is."

Lost, ashamed.

Three days after his brother's death, the yellow scarf was confiscated by the Han court.

"I'll have no face to see his brother."

The two sighed and knelt down.

"You're not dead." Zhang Jiao smiled, and then in his puzzled gaze, he knelt down to a person by the stream and said, "Thank you Daozu, for saving the lives of his disciples and two brothers."

The stream fluctuates.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Arrows rained down.

In the mansion.

"What about people?" The general roared, and there were only the dead yellow turbans in front of him, but there was no Zhang Bao and Zhang Liang...