Chapter 118: The Scourge of the Yellow Turban, the End of Dreams?
"System, ready to return!"
Shaking his head in amazement, Chen Fei said softly, before the words fell, the brilliant stars slowly clinged to his body, the familiar sense of weightlessness slowly lingered, and the next moment he would break through this world and return to the main world where the gods were respected, closing his eyes slightly, all the things that had happened in these days slid gently in Chen Fei's mind like flowing water, making him have some illusions of being in a world away for a while-crisscrossing the battlefield, leading the tiger to attack thousands of miles to break the enemy, holding a long sword, and slashing the king of a country on the main hall while talking and laughing. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info
This is almost a legendary story, but at this time, it is Chen Fei's own personal experience!
γγ Everything you do is worthy of your heart, but...
"It's a pity, Fei can't see your Huang Tiansheng anymore, great sage and good teacher... Sighing softly with some regret, Chen Fei's pitch-black eyes had some complicated light, "However, since you have obtained a piece of dragon vein luck, with your talent, you should be able to open up a prosperous Huang Tiansheng world that belongs to everyone in this troubled world, right?"
βγγ The host has the luck of the dragon veins of the Han family in this realm, and can follow the time flow to see the movement of the rest of the dragon veins when leaving, and whether it has entered the time flow. At this moment, the cold voice of the system suddenly sounded in his ears, making Chen Fei's face stunned, and he didn't come back to his senses until the system repeated it again, took a deep breath, his eyes were uncertain, and finally seemed to have made up his mind and slowly said word by word: "Enter!"
Accompanied by Chen Fei's deep voice, the little stars that had been completely covered by it suddenly slammed, and then gently dispersed, and in the broken streamer, an inky black channel slowly appeared in front of Chen Fei's eyes, and the silver-gray light dust appeared and disappeared around it, reflecting a misty color between Chen Fei's pupils. The thick aura that was enough to make all the decay make Chen Fei's eyes narrow slightly.
This is the flow of time, the existence of everything that has happened but not happened in the past, present, and future.
Heaven and earth are extinguished and they are immortal, the sun and the moon are immortal!
Gently exhale a cloudy breath. Chen Fei slowly stepped into the passage, the viscous and cold touch, as if stepping into the cold lake water, almost in a flash, Chen Fei's body disappeared in the flow of time, and the pitch-black passage was still spinning unhurriedly in this void, just like eternity.
in the flow of time.
In the darkness of the four directions, there seemed to be countless pictures flickering rapidly, and the golden dragon-shaped light wrapped around Chen Fei's body. The sound of a long groan carried Chen Fei quickly through the turbulence of time, and at the same time, Chen Fei's body, which was already on the verge of collapse, recovered quickly at a speed visible to the naked eye, but it was only a few breaths before it had already returned to its heyday, which made Chen Fei raise his eyebrows in slight surprise - such an injury would take months for his body to recover naturally, and at this time, it would mean that he would heal quickly after entering the time stream...
Could it be that the so-called dragon pulse movement happened a few months after he assassinated Liu Hong?
frowned slightly, for some reason. A thick sense of uneasiness appeared in Chen Fei's heart, causing his originally calm eyes to be dyed with a hint of anxiety.
γγ Should. It's going to be fine.
Finally, in the passionate dragon roar, the golden dragon shape directly shattered into a trace of streamer and returned to Chen Fei's body, and wisps of colored brilliance suddenly appeared in the darkness around him, tangled and entangled in front of Chen Fei, forming a light curtain suspended in the air in front of Chen Fei. There was a picture displayed on it, Pingsha Wanli, the killing sound of the blades clashing and the hoarse shouting of killing made Chen Fei's body tremble subconsciously, and his right hand touched the hilt of the long sword almost instantly.
This is, on the battlefield!
The picture is stunned. Then the picture on it changed rapidly, as if it was the field of vision when running wildly, everything was pulled into a blurred long line, and finally stopped in front of a burly man with a length of nine feet, his face was like a heavy jujube, his long beard was two feet long under his chin, and he held a glaive knife in one hand, on which there was a green dragon entangled, at this time he was walking on the battlefield unhurriedly, his calm bearing was heartbreaking, and suddenly a rapid sound of horses' hooves came, just when a middle-aged man dressed as a general came to the horse with a long knife in hand, the phoenix's eyes opened slightly, exhaled and opened, the long knife passed over, and even the people and horses were cut into two sectionsThe thin blood sprayed the yellow cloth towel on the middle-aged general's forehead into a dirty dark red color, which also made Chen Fei's eyes tingle.
βγγ Bocai. How could it be? β
A moan that was almost imperceptible to himself spit out from Chen Fei's throat with difficulty, looking at the familiar face that fell under Guan Yu's knife, Chen Fei only felt dizzy in his brain, and at this moment, the picture turned again, a group of young knights with white horses and white robes held spears, like sharp arrows charging in the enemy, the soldiers covered with yellow turbans were ruthlessly harvested like weeds, and the leader was a heroic young man with red lips and white teethοΌ
γγ Youzhou Gongsun Zhan, White Horse Yicong! and.
Changshan... Zhao Zilong!
βγγ No, no! I have to stop this!" A clear look of anxiety appeared in his eyes, and Chen Fei shouted in a low voice: "System, teleport me back!
βγγ The system does not have the ability to retrace time, and it is impossible to ask the host... β
"Then teleport me to this time period, right now!" Before the system's electronic synthesized voice could finish speaking, it was rudely interrupted by Chen Fei, at this time Chen Fei stared intently at the picture above the light curtain in front of him, and a trace of tyrannical blood clearly appeared in his eyes, exuding a somewhat crazy aura like an angry beast. At this time, the picture has changed again and again, and the characters in it have changed from a domineering man, a veteran who shoots around with a longbow to a fierce general with a ringed leopard eye, a handsome and elegant young man, but there is only one thing that has never changed, and that is...
The Yellow Turban warrior who fell in a pool of blood!
Seeing those familiar figures who had believed in Huang Tian's sweet dreams fall one by one, Chen Fei only felt that the anger and killing intent in his heart had risen completely irrepressibly, burning him uncomfortably, burning him to roar wildly, this is the anger that only killing and blood can extinguish!
βγγ The system reminds the host that entering this realm again will definitely be concerned by the will of the world of this realm, and the host is asked to re-enter the world. β
I said. Teleport now!"
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βγγ Yes, at the request of the host, immediately return to the unequaled plane, the time is - the first year of Zhongping in the Han Dynasty, August, the battle of the Yellow Turban against the heroes of the world. β
(Thank you Lin Luochen, the black-clothed Xuanshi for the reward, and the evaluation votes of the book friend 160319140224027, thank you~)
(To be continued.) )