Hearing this, Zhang Jiao sneered again and again as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand!"
"As you age today, the world will be blessed!"
"Listen, everyone, that cry in the wind is the death knell on the eve of the fall of Great Xia."
"Look, everyone, the rising star will illuminate the path forward of our Yellow Turban army. It is a sign from heaven and earth that Daxia will perish, and I, Taiping Dao, will surely replace it!"
As Zhang Jue's deceptive voice resounded in all directions, the 300,000 officers and soldiers began to feel their hearts fluttering.
"Ding, Zhang Jiao Shen's magic skill: Bewitching people's hearts continues to activate. As time goes by, the effect of bewitching will become more and more obvious."
"snort!"
"Deceitful words!"
"The whole army listens to the order, charge me, and kill all these yellow turban rebels!"
With the sword raised high in his hand, He Ren was furious.
He could feel that there seemed to be some inexplicable changes under his command.
And this change will definitely not be the change he hopes to happen.
"kill!"
Weak shouts of killing were heard intermittently.
With 300,000 officers and soldiers, the pace cannot be agreed at all.
Some people rush fiercely, while others have no intention of fighting and move forward slowly like a snail.
This directly caused the formation of the 300,000-strong army to be in disarray, just like a group of stragglers.
"Yellow Turban soldiers, for the sake of the common people, please show your courage and charge!"
"Heaven is dead, Huang Tian shall stand!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
Unlike the official army, the 300,000 Yellow Turban troops were all full of fighting spirit and roared again and again.
Three hundred Yellow Turban warriors, each one a six-foot-long giant, charged at the front of the battlefield, like mountains exploding, with unparalleled ferocity.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bursts of roaring sounds were heard, and just as they saw, a pair of golden rings in the hands of the yellow scarf warriors turned into murderous power in an instant, smashing pieces of officers and soldiers into pieces of flesh, and deep pits appeared one after another on the ground.
On the other hand, when looking at the officers and soldiers, their swords were like scratching an itch, and they couldn't even leave a trace on the frost shadow armor of the yellow scarf warriors.
"No! Run quickly!"...
One after another, shrill wails continued to be heard, and the officers and soldiers led the army, and their morale gradually collapsed.
They felt that they were not facing a group of people, but a group of murderous demons.
As they ran away in all directions, they only regretted that their parents had not given birth to two more legs.
"What?"
The two armies fought, and our own side collapsed at the first touch.
This was really unacceptable to He Ren.
With a cry of surprise, he couldn't help but feel like a furious lion, charging towards the center of the battlefield, crushing and killing a group of deserters with unparalleled sword power, while looking up to the sky and roaring: "Anyone who dares to escape in front of the battle will be killed without mercy!"
"kill!"
He Ren fought to the front of the formation.
The generals in the army did not dare to neglect at all, and hurriedly rushed into the front of the battlefield.
In an instant, dozens of generals from the Divine Brave Realm, the True Martial Realm, and even the Air Control Realm stood firmly in the way of the Yellow Turban Warriors' charge.
The two sides fought fiercely.
The Yellow Turban warriors were unable to break through their defenses for a while.
"Where is the handsome man in the Thirty-sixth Yellow Turban?"
Zhang Jiao glanced at the dozens of officers and generals standing in front of the Yellow Turban Warriors, and immediately let out a deep drink.
"I'm waiting."
Thirty-six Qushuai quickly gathered together, their momentum was like a rainbow.
"Kill them for me."
Pointing at dozens of officers and generals, their faces were full of cold murderous intent.
"promise!"
It's too late to say it, but it's soon.
Thirty-six Qu is as handsome as thunder.
In just a few breaths, they saw that the thirty-six commanders headed by Zhang Niujiao, Zhang Yan, and Zhang Baiqi were rushing to the front of the formation.
"die!"
Zhang Niujiao, Zhang Yan, and Zhang Baiqi have all taken advantage of the situation and entered the Shengxuan Realm!
They are the swords of the Thirty-Sixth Yellow Turban Qushuai, and a roar came out.
Three loud noises shook the eardrums.
Look around.
I saw three officers and soldiers of the Royal Air Realm, under the light of their swords and shadows, they turned into blood mist all over the sky, blood splattered in all directions, and the officers and soldiers around them couldn't help but froze.
"kill!"
Zhang Niujiao, Zhang Yan, and Zhang Baiqi instantly killed their opponents, which was like a shot of cardiotonic, igniting the ferocity in the sleeping bodies of the other Thirty-six Qushuai of the Yellow Turbans.
They raised their heads and roared furiously, and their attack was as fast as thunder. In a short period of time, more than half of the dozens of officers and soldiers were killed.
"Damn it!"
Seeing this scene, He Ren's eyes were filled with tears.
His heart was full of unwillingness.
The fierce murderous intention rose in an instant.
The energy of the sixth level of the Death Mysterious Realm completely exploded.
He looked at the Thirty-Sixth Yellow Turban Qushuai fiercely, full of evil aura, almost ready to solidify.
"thunder!"
Zhang Jiao held up the nine-section staff of heaven's will, like a mysterious magician, and the wind and clouds of heaven and earth moved accordingly.
In an instant, the three-foot-wide thunder turned into a purple thunder dragon and roared down.
Ang! Ang! Ang!
He Ren's pupils shrank sharply, and before he could escape, he heard a roar.
Purple thunder blasted through the earth, and He Ren disappeared from the world.
"Brother, I'm afraid your power can already kill the Wanshou realm, right?"
Zhang Bao asked curiously.
"almost."
Zhang Jiao smiled and said nothing more.
Today, he has hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turbans who believe in him devoutly, and his realm is rising rapidly almost every moment.
At this moment, he was already at the eighth level of the Death Mysterious Realm.
Coupled with the Nine-section Staff of Heaven's Will, he would have the opportunity to kill the powerful man in the Longevity Realm without using the Dunjia Heavenly Book.
"He Ren is dead, and those who surrender will not be killed!"
As soon as He Ren died, the 300,000 Yellow Turban Army shouted and shouted as they charged and killed him.
Plop! Plop! Plop!
When the officers and soldiers, who had no intention of fighting, heard that He Ren was dead, they immediately knelt down and bowed their heads, respectfully asking for surrender.
"Zhang Liang, you immediately send someone to secretly send a message to the lord, telling him that we have captured Annan Road."
The overall situation was decided, Zhang Jiao whispered instructions to Zhang Liang beside him.
"promise."
Zhang Liang bowed and accepted the order.
...
Daxia Dongfang Road, Dongshan Road.
Border, Chuan'an Pass.
Standing high on the city wall, the wise king wearing a python robe stood proudly in the strong wind.
"Your Highness the King, the Huns have gathered 400,000 cavalry in the South Courtyard of Guanxia, do you think?"
Next to the wise king was Zhang Qiang, the general manager of the Dongshan Road march, who was dressed in military uniform and bowed respectfully.
"With 400,000 cavalry, is the Xiongnu Nanting crazy?"
"Have they forgotten my king's methods?"
When the wise king spoke coldly, a terrifying murderous aura swept through the void.
The killing force was like a blood cloud, instantly covering the sky above Chuan'an Pass.
Zhang Qiang glanced briefly and bent even deeper.
If he had no other choice, he would really want to stay away from the wise king.
Even though he was at the eighth level of the Death Mysterious Realm, he couldn't help but tremble next to the King Xian.
"King Xian, long time no see!"
Just then.
In the sky not far away, an old man who seemed kind and harmless to humans and animals walked slowly towards him.
"you!"
A trace of panic suddenly appeared on Xian Wang Gujing Wubo's face.