"Another two lucky ones." Zhang Jiao looked disdainful. The two Xiahou brothers were not even as good as Zhang Fei and Sun Jian. They couldn't even break through the inner energy that protected his body.

Again, if he hadn't been preparing his ultimate move, he could have killed the Xiahou brothers easily.

The only thing worthy of his attention was Guan Yu's charged attack, but Guan Yu's energy and blood were boiling, and he probably wouldn't be able to make a move in a short time.

"Writing conveys the Tao"

Lu Zhi, who appeared out of nowhere, waved his brush and drew elegant animals in the air, heading towards Zhang Jiao.

The ink beast bared its teeth and claws, and waves of beast roars echoed on the battlefield. It completely ignored the pressure everywhere and went straight towards Zhang Jiao.

"The Art of Peace"

Zhang Jiao threw the "Essential Art of Taiping" with his backhand, and the legendary fairy book turned into a black and yellow divine dragon. It was originally extremely dull and had the shape of a dragon.

But as the dragon shadow on the altar actively blended in, the divine dragon let out a long dragon roar, and the original image of the divine figure became nondescript. It was said that it was a dragon, but it was actually more like a dragon.

"Zhang Jiao is going all out, he even used the National Games!" Although Guo Hao and others who were farther away were under a lot of pressure, they at least acted as usual. Naturally, they could clearly see the changes in Shenlong.

Since the red dragon shadow split, everyone present has learned about the existence of the national destiny through various channels. Naturally, it was obvious at a glance that Zhang Jiao used the yellow scarf's national destiny.

"Whatever national destiny is, it's just the magic of the Yellow Turban!" Huangfu Song couldn't help but turn around and scolded when he heard the chatter behind him.

Huangfusong knew psychologically that it was indeed the destiny of the country, but he did not recognize it.

Although all knowledgeable people know that Zhang Jiao is using national luck, as long as Zhang Jiao is killed today and is called a witchcraft, it is a witchcraft.

"It's just a mere sorcery, how can you behave like this?" Huangfu Song looked unhappy, and the people behind him were speechless.

The black and yellow dragon in the sky looks ugly, but its combat effectiveness is not low at all. The yellow dragon is entrenched in the sky above the giant deer, and Lu Zhi's ink beast cannot break through the yellow dragon's defense line at all.

Zhu Jun also rushed to the battlefield, and his arrival marked that the Yellow Turbans on the battlefield had been annihilated.

As expected, Zhang Jue looked sad, and in his perception, the auras of Bo Cai and Zhang Mancheng completely disappeared.

A stack of yellow talismans appeared around Zhang Jiao, and then the black clouds in the sky began to stir wildly. The ultimate move prepared by Zhang Jiao was finally over.

Zhang Jiao shouted loudly: "The sky is dead, Huang Tian will stand!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Zhang Jue's shout seemed to anger the sky. Thunder exploded in an instant, silver snakes danced wildly, and tens of thousands of thunder struck down fiercely, but they were all blocked by the divine dragon entrenched in the sky.

"Do it!" Huangfu Song couldn't understand what Zhang Jiao was doing, but his talent reminded him crazily that there would be a big crisis next, and the source of the crisis was Zhang Jiao.

Lu Zhi's ink poured out and formed an ink dragon. Zhu Jun drew back the army's humane energy and blessed it with the ink dragon. When the two were added together, there was a wonderful reaction, and the ink dragon became as vivid as a yellow dragon.

But before Mo Long could show his power, his huge body became the target of the thunder, just like the yellow dragon.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Another burst of thunder fell, and Molong only lasted for a few seconds before being shattered by the thunder. The remnant power of the thunder fell on the city, and potholes and scorched dents could be seen everywhere.

Huangfu Song forcibly drained the humane energy from all the soldiers of the Han army, and slashed out a sword directly at Zhang Jiao.

With just one blow, all the soldiers of the Han army were visibly sluggish, as if their bodies had been hollowed out. This was the result of a large consumption of physical strength.

If the Yellow Turbans had not been defeated, it would not be a problem for Huangfu Song to reduce the strength of the Han soldiers by half.

Huangfu Song gathered tens of thousands of elite soldiers to attack with a devastating blow, and the protection around Zhang Jiao was evaporated before he actually came into contact with the light blade.

"Now!" Zhang Jue's eyes flashed, he pretended to wait for a long time, what he wanted was Huangfu Song's devastating blow.

Zhang Jiao relaxed his whole body, and his body was directly evaporated by the light blade. Then Zhang Jiao's soul left his body, and the altar beneath him shattered into the true appearance of the formation.

Huangfusong's attack twisted and disappeared, then suddenly appeared in the sky and hit the thunder clouds.

"It's not enough!" Zhang Jiao frowned, stretched out his hand to hold it, and the yellow dragon that was about to shatter in the air turned into a stream of light and merged into the light blade.

The moment the light blade touched the thundercloud, the sky cracked into stripes like glass, and then shattered with bursts of "click, click, click" sounds.

"It's not enough, it's not enough." Zhang Jiao looked like a madman, his eyes were red and he could feel that it was still a little short of it. Although the light blade destroyed the world, it was still a little short of his goal.

Zhang Jiao began to burn himself, burning everything about him, his luck, inner energy, treasures, and even his soul.

Since there is no hope of overthrowing the Han Dynasty, then end Cangtian and let Huangtian come to the world.

Finally...the sky cracked.

A big hole was shattered in the sky, and countless things like light balls emerged from behind the big hole. On top of the light balls, there were images of all living beings in the world.

The Han army, drained of their physical strength, could only watch the changes in the sky. Their eyes were shocked by the shocking movement, and the vast sky was shattered.

Five chains engraved with mysterious runes appeared out of thin air, as if they were tightly binding the world. The five chains tightly locked the big hole, and the big hole in the sky gradually became smaller.

"As expected! As expected! Heaven is unkind and suppresses all living beings. Break them to pieces!"

Following Zhang Jue's hysterical roar, time seemed to flow backwards, and the heaven-destroying light blade appeared again, roaring towards the chain.

The light blade hit the chain, and one chain broke directly. However, no matter how hard the light blade tried, it could not get close to the second chain. It was as if a heavy punch was thrown in the air and had no effect.

Zhang Jiao stared at the sky with his eyes wide open, but in the end he had no choice but to slowly burn in the wind, like a piece of paper that was ignited.

Zhang Jue's soul gradually became illusory and transparent in the air, leaving only Zhang Jue's reluctant whisper in the air.

"Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand...Does Huang Tian really exist?"

However, at this time, the essence of heaven and earth began to turmoil. The heaven and earth seemed to be restrained by contact. The lifeless essence of heaven and earth began to become extremely active. Even the energy of humanity, which had always been a suppressor of the essence of heaven and earth, began to churn.

Zhang Jue's originally illusory body was suddenly nailed to the spot, and the world began to change drastically, and he couldn't help but smile with joy.

"Huang Tian... So this is Huang Tian!"
Chapter completed!