Sorcerer?

Da Zhou Tianzi smiled coldly and moved his gaze to an old Taoist who was sitting not far from the bottom of the dragon chair.

"National teacher, did you hear that?"

The old man got up, saluted lazily, and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, don't disturb, such demons don't have to worry, the deity only needs to send a few disciples to subdue them!"

The Son of Heaven was overjoyed: "Then there will be Lao Guoshi!"

The king of Pingyang was even more overjoyed, and bowed his head: "Thank you to the national teacher, thank you to the national teacher!"

Lao Dao waved his hand slightly reservedly: "It's just a little thing, no need to worry about it!"

It's a small thing.

Don't underestimate this old way, that's the master of the Jiedan Realm.

This is the cultivation realm, and there are countless monks, even in this worldly world, there are many monks, and even, some sects, are rooted in the world.

The old way in front of him, his sect is like this, in the name of the protector of the country, by the power of the Son of Heaven, or to collect wealth, or to gather capital.

Someone wants to say that the cultivator is powerful, and in the face of mortals, he is like a god, let alone being a national teacher, even if he is an emperor, there is no difficulty, why not destroy the Son of Heaven and replace him?

Luck!

Luck is a one, mysterious and mysterious, wonderful and wonderful.

Although this Great Zhou Tianzi is a mortal, he is the ninety-five supreme among mortals, and he is blessed by the luck of heaven and earth.

Look at the monks again, they are all people who act against the sky, and they are not tolerated by the way of heaven.

One is blessed by the Heavenly Dao, and the other is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, so that once the monk kills the Son of Heaven, he will be eaten by his luck, which will be seriously injured at least and killed on the spot.

The Son of Heaven has luck, the prince's ministers and ministers, and even those peddlers and pawns have luck, but the strength is different.

It is precisely for this reason that very few monks dare to attack mortals, that is, the demon cultivators, when cultivating evil arts, they have to carefully choose their targets, in case the mortals they destroy are the future prime ministers or princes, then the fun will be great.

However, not all monks can't do anything to mortals, and there is a limit to this, and the boundary of demarcation is the realm of Yudan.

Monks need to steal a trace of the law of heaven and earth to condense on the golden pill, this kind of behavior is undoubtedly a provocation with the way of heaven, which is not tolerated by heaven and earth, once it is chaotic, it will be punished by heaven.

And the realm before the knot, whether it is refining qi or building a foundation, although he is also a monk, he is only cultivating himself, and the aura of heaven and earth stolen is also extremely limited, and it has nothing to do with heaven and earth, and will not be hostile to heaven, as long as he does not do that kind of evil that is angry and resentful, and kills some mortals, he will not be punished by heaven.

On the contrary, the higher the cultivation, the more it is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, and the Yuan Infant Transformation into a God and the like will even lead to the Heavenly Tribulation, which is the truth.

Therefore, the monks who are in the world, at most, are just building the foundation realm, and those in the Dan realm like the national teacher in front of him are already the masters of the masters.

And this national teacher, unless he encounters a competition with monks, he will not make a move easily, and he will tell his disciples to do anything.

It's the same this time.

As soon as he heard that the king of Pingyang said that there were demons in the Yellow Turban Army, the national teacher agreed and planned to send his disciples to crusade against the three demons and the so-called Yellow Turban wrestlers.

In his opinion, the so-called proficient spells are just learning a few low-level spells, as for the infinite power, there is no threat, and the monk is not afraid of such a barbarian, a spell down, directly killed in seconds.

Thereupon.

When the King of Pingyang returned to Pingyang County, there were three more thugs who built the foundation realm beside him.

Let's talk about the Yellow Turbans.

In one go, they took nearly half of the city in Pingyang County, and the Yellow Turban Army grew in momentum, demoted soldiers and generals, and joined all kinds of heroes who came to admire it, the Yellow Turban Army, which originally had only a few thousand people, has grown into a behemoth with an army of nearly 100,000.

This power is big, but the third prince has a different mind.

"Brother Da Niu, you are out on a campaign during this time, you are really too tired, rest, rest!"

"Don't worry, we have a lot of soldiers, even if you don't make a move, we can take Pingyang County!"

"When you win Pingyang County, you will be rewarded for your meritorious deeds, and no one will be able to win the first merit of the Da Niu brothers!"

It's a nice thing to say, it seems to be all for the sake of Joraldan.

But.

As a matter of fact.

Sangong is afraid of Joraldan.

Half of Pingyang County was led by Qiao Ladan to fight down, and the result was that Qiao Ladan, the Yellow Turban Force, had a great momentum, and it reached the point where the world only knew the Yellow Turban Warrior and did not know the Three Princes.

That's a bit of a success.

But he didn't dare to do anything to Joradan.

Thereupon.

Sangong thought about it, hid it in the snow, and hid this war beast in the snow, and after a long time, it was naturally forgotten.

That's where this comes in.

Joladan didn't refute either.

I was really a little tired from fighting and killing all day long, but it wasn't that my body was tired, my heart was tired, so I took the opportunity to rest for a while.

So.

Seeing that Sangong led the army towards Pingyang City, the capital of Pingyang County, Qiao Ladan was not jealous, and took Zhang Cuihua with him, drunk between the mountains and rivers, but also happy.

Let's talk about the three princes.

The army was invincible all the way, and in just a few days, it was killed under the city of Pingyang.

"I am the Lord!"

"I'm the landlord!"

"I'm a man!"

"You and other mortals, don't abandon the city and surrender quickly!"

In the middle of the words.

With a wave of his hand, a thunderbolt fell from the sky, and in the rumbling sound, it slammed on the city tower, exploding a dazzling thunderbolt.

Digong also waved his hand, and a flame appeared out of thin air, turning into a huge fireball, blasting towards the city tower, exploding a sky full of sparks.

The man was not idle, and he was about to wave his hand, but he was stopped by the local father in a hurry.

Stop for Mao?

This just used a fire-based spell to set the tower on fire, and it was burning vigorously, in case a person came to a water-based spell to extinguish the flames, wouldn't he slap himself in the face?

But there is no need for a public to make a move.

The hand of heaven and earth has already frightened the army defending the city.

"There are really demons in the Yellow Turban Army!"

"You can summon a thunderbolt!"

"It can conjure up a fire. ”

"It's over, it's over, Pingyang City can't hold it!"

"What should I do?"

What to do?

Simple!

King Pingyang bowed down and watched the three senior disciples of the national teacher break through the air.

It's just breaking through the air.

These three people are decent monks of the Eight Classics, and they are not comparable to half-hung monks like Sangong.

I just saw it clearly at the top of the city.

What kind of heaven and earth are just the scum of the Qi Refining Realm who has just entered the cultivation realm, it's all abuse!

Thereupon.

With a pinch, the three of them harnessed the flying sword, crossed the city, and slaughtered the Yellow Turban Army.