In the midst of the hustle and bustle, he vaguely heard the beast's roar coming from behind him.

It was the roar of a dragon in a frenzy, and then a fierce flame that burned everything erupted, and the condensed dragon fire flowed like a viscous slurry, expanding in an instant, rushing out of the cracks of the crowd, and the next moment the group of soldiers turned to charcoal.

The flying dragon fire invaded Eldest Sun Wu's back, like a monster with its fangs exposed, chasing after him, even if it was only an extremely meager trace of itself, it still licked his body.

In less than an instant, the places touched by the extremely condensed dragon fire were all turned into decaying ashes, and the wounds on the right arm, right leg, and lower body with both legs were burned into charcoal in an instant.

The running figure staggered and rolled to the ground, and then looked at his right arm and lower body in disbelief, his eyes shocked.

Changsun Wu, who was already unrecognizable in the heat, let out a hoarse roar of pain, and his dry vocal cords were almost speechless.

The originally scorching sunlight dimmed instantly, and the cold hit, the middle-aged man smiled helplessly and made a vague voice that no one could understand, and the man who had been deeply surrounded and had never been afraid finally shed tears.

It was the last time to pray, and a voice came out of his throat with regret and hoarseness, his daughter's name.

"Ariki ......"

As if he had finally felt something, he closed his eyes in peace of mind and fell into a deep sleep.

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On the ground full of flying ash and embers, Jiao Long looked at the strange corpses around him, and let out a pleasant laugh, laughing happily as if he was forgetful: "It's so fragile, it's just dead......

Changsun Wu's body appeared in his eyes, and the only corpse that could be called complete was really an eyesore......

He frowned, and a trace of flame reborn on his fingertips, and in an instant, the power that could burn Changsun Wu into ashes was stagnant on his fingertips, and it did not fly out.

In the blazing wind, Jiao Long suddenly felt a biting cold, and under the shadow of the afternoon sun, his shadow was pulled out from under his feet, and just behind his shadow, another faint and burly shadow suddenly appeared, silently and silently drawing out his heavy weapon.

Under the strengthening of the technique, the muscles of the black shadow were strengthened several times, and he easily lifted the iron pestle-like weapon made of dozens of high-density alloys, and swung towards Jiao Long's head with great speed.

In the process of movement, the slash that broke through the visual limit of ordinary people did not make a sound, but at the moment of contact, it was like a sound that had been accumulated by a surname, and dozens of thunders gathered together, just relying on pure huge force, the attacker's slash was enough to completely tear his body apart.

At the last moment, sensing the change of shadows, Jiao Long let out a strange cry muffled by thunder, and turned around at the moment when there was no room for hair, and the violent fire and vacuum of the beast surname converged together, turning into a barrier of wind and fire, blocking before the iron pestle slashed.

Sensing the opponent's movements, a cold smile appeared on the blind man's face.

With a scream that tore through everyone's eardrums, the 'Chariot Breaker' smashed on top of the scarlet barrier, and at that moment, the barrier of dragon fire and vacuum trembled like a pool of water, and ripples appeared layer by layer, rippling at a speed that was unobservable to the naked eye, and finally could no longer dissolve the impact force like a meteorite, and exploded.

The bursting flames rushed out, like a bomb exploding between the two of them, and Bai Shuo and Jiao Long's bodies were swept up by the qi waves and flames, and they were involuntarily pushed backwards.

At the last moment, the iron pestle gave back a strange sensation like smashing a wooden pole, the sensation of bones shattering.

Bai Shuo gritted his teeth and pierced the iron pestle into the earth, resisting the surging air waves, but Jiao Long did not resist and let the shock wave rush him into the distance, and the flames mixed in it were reabsorbed by his body, although there was a sting pain from the palm of his hand that broke bones, but his face showed a smug and mocking smile.

"It's a pity, blind, blind." Jiao Long stood on the ground again, slowly licked the blood on his palm, and sneered: "Since you have appeared here, it seems that the 'bento' guy has not found you." ”

Bai Shuo propped his hands on the iron pestle and gasped, lowering his head like a bellows, letting out a muddy gasp.

Unexpectedly, he used all his strength, and with the assistance of Chen Jingmo, he collected all his breath, but he could only slightly injure the enemy.

He gasped and shook his head: "No, he found me......"

As if thinking of something proud, he suddenly laughed.

"It's just that I escaped."

Talking about his escape from the battle and the wind whistling, Bai Shuo did not feel a trace of shame.

"And ......" he raised his hand and nodded his head, "You and your teammates have a bit of a problem with their brains." ”

Seeing the anger in the enemy's eyes, Bai Shuo knew that the time for respite had come, and slowly pulled out the iron pestle that went deep into the earth and aimed it at Jiao Long's face.

"Child, you need treatment ......"

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The gray-yellow sky appeared in his eyes, and the air with the smell of sand and dust penetrated into his nostrils, making Zhang Jiao wake up.

Slowly getting up on the ground, he didn't pay attention to the battle between Bai Shuo and Jiao Long, but looked at the scattered ashes beside him.

The Yellow Turban soldiers, who were once humans, were reduced to ashes in the dragon fire of the beast and scattered across the earth.

Bending down and gently twisting the ashes from the ground, Zhang Jiao raised his fingers and leaned towards the sun, remembering the last smiling face he saw when he fell into a curse.

It was the fearless and determined smile of the young man, and until the last moment, the herald who had not followed him for long still believed in the existence of the 'Yellow Sky Prosperous Age'.

The young man, who was more convinced than anyone else that the era would eventually come, died, and instead of Zhang Jiao, he was reduced to ashes in the flames.

Is it pathos or anger, Zhang Jiao's lips quivered, looking at the ashes of his fingertips under the sun.

That was the last vestige of what they left behind.

Panic, sadness, loss, powerlessness, all kinds of emotions flashed in his eyes, and finally turned into an indescribable look, like holding the most precious treasure, he slowly put the ashes of his fingertips into his arms.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand." He grabbed the staff in his hand and muttered, "Do you believe me?" ”

"Yes......" he laughed suddenly, "do you want to believe my ridiculous dreams......

"Great...... Really...... Great......"

He made a choked sound, as if he had rediscovered a long-lost treasure, and instead of crying, he showed a look that was more determined than anyone else's.

"The sky is dead......

Holding aloft the Scepter of Fire, wisps of fire re-entangled, and the ashes scattered on the ground flew as if they had a spiritual surname, gathering around him and emitting the brilliance of flames.

It was the immortal spirit of the Yellow Turban Army, which melted into the flames of Zhang Jiao and turned into a new power.

Even though their souls have been burned by the flames, the immortal faith is still following Zhang Jiao's progress, contributing their own strength, and countless spirits are slowly thrown into the flames of the tip of the staff.

The flames suddenly spread, and Zhang Jiaoxuan's yellow robe was engulfed by the flames, turning into a raging flaming cloud, and Zhang Jiao, who was shrouded in flames, was like a demon god.

“…… Huang Tian should stand! ”

The generals in the flames made a sound that made the earth tremble.

At this moment, a new power appeared in the world that had broken away from its original trajectory.

Zhang Jiao, the martial soul awakens!

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