I Make History a Myth

　　Lin Mingzhen introduced, "This fellow Daoist Lin is a Taoist priest from Maoshan Road in Shangqing. These are fellow Taoists who practice and listen to Taoism in front of the Yuxu Palace in Kunlun Mountain. These are monks from Zuo Taoism. martial arts."

　　"It turned out to be a fellow of Shangqing and Yuqing."

　　The smile on Zhang Bao's face was even greater, "After I have defeated the old man Huangfu Song and his Han army, I will definitely have a drink with all of you."

　　Zuo Dao and Martial Dao have no human rights?

　　In the ninth inning, dozens of cultivators who practiced Zuo Dao and Martial Dao murmured in their hearts.

　　But they didn't dare to say it in front of Zhang Bao.

　　Because of this.

　　In history, what is left is not a good temper.

　　"sure."

　　Everyone nodded with a smile on their faces.

　　Zhang Bao has to say more.

　　A loud bang was heard in the distance.

　　Everyone looked at them intently, only to see that ten miles away, soldiers and soldiers in armor were silently stepping on footsteps, coming here.

　　These soldiers were full of vigor and blood, and they were connected into one piece, turning into an endless sea of ​​corpses and blood.

　　The national fortune visible to the naked eye hangs down.

　　Turned into a crimson dragon.

　　hovering high.

　　A wave of majesty radiated out, pressing down on everyone who saw it breathless.

　　"Is this the Han army? It's really strong, no wonder it was able to beat the incomparably powerful Taiping Dao to the ground in just a few months, calling this great sect of the world a dog that lost its family...  ."

　　Inside the practitioners in the ninth inning.

　　Many people flinched.

　　When he thought that he was about to be hunted down by such a powerful Han army.

　　They shuddered a little.

　　There is an urge to turn around and run away.

　　"If the gods of heaven are still there, if the brilliance of the Red Emperor still shrouds the world, and if you are still that god, I will turn around and leave immediately."

　　"but now."

　　"Just die here honestly."

　　"God of yellow sky, come to me."

　　Zhang Bao squeezed the divine seal in his hand.

　　For an instant.

　　Brilliant masterpiece.

　　The spiritual clouds of belief in the sky gathered directly together.

　　In the dark, a bit of icy, vast will ripped apart time and space and landed directly on the gathered spiritual cloud of faith.

　　In an instant.

　　A [-]-zhang-high God of Yellow Heaven stood up and slammed into the red dragon condensed by the Great Han Dynasty.

　　"It's this evil god again."

　　Huangfu Song's eyes narrowed as he looked at this deity that millions of Yellow Turban believers had believed in for decades.

　　Holding the sword in his hand, he waved fiercely at the God of Yellow Heaven.

　　As white as winter snow, the bright sword light traverses more than ten miles.

　　Directly runs through the god of yellow sky.

　　The sword light swayed slightly.

　　It completely wiped out this God of Yellow Heaven.

　　Zhang Bao looked at it, was stunned, and then laughed, "Old man Huangfu Song, this is not the first time you have seen this God of Yellow Heaven."

　　"He is the god of faith that my elder brother spent more than ten years condensing."

　　"Not to mention that his body is with my eldest brother, here is just the manifestation of his will mixed with belief."

　　"Even if his body is here."

　　"You also killed his body."

　　"As long as the faith remains, he will be resurrected again."

　　"You beat him, it's just a waste of energy."

　　"die!"

　　As soon as the sword light in the sky turned, it fell towards Zhang Bao. .

Chapter 118

　　ps: I was diagnosed with keratitis in the hospital today, and I need treatment. The updates in the last week may not be stable, but please rest assured, the results of this book are very good for me, and I will never stop changing and eunuchs, please Don't give up books.

　　The long sword light, like the stars in the sky shining on the earth, contains veins.

　　It doesn't seem to be anywhere, but it's everywhere.

　　"As soon as you make a move, it's Zhou Tian's mass extinction sword light? Huangfu Song, it seems that you really want to kill me, but can you kill me?"

　　Zhang Bao looked at the sword light that filled the sky.

　　Hands together.

　　drink up,

　　"Huang Tian Wuji, the universe is eternal, open!"

　　In an instant.

　　The yellow light filled the sky, and the continuous brilliance spread, as if a moat was erected in front of him and Huangfu Song.

　　No matter how ubiquitous the sword light is.

　　No more than the yellow light.

　　Under Zhang Bao.

　　Hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban troops and [-] Yellow Turban warriors spread their legs at the same time and launched a charge.

　　He collided with the Han army fiercely.

　　The two streams of people kept hitting each other and fighting together.

　　Earth.

　　Split inch by inch.

　　Various spells and instruments are flying in the sky.

　　Under the sun.

　　A star appeared.

　　"Fuck, are the ancients fighting so brutally?" In the ninth inning, someone cast a sound blocking spell while watching the flood that rose out of thin air and became horrified.

　　"We modern Blue Stars bombard with missiles."

　　"It didn't hurt Lanxing's mother so much."

　　"If their ancients fought more than a dozen more battles, it wouldn't be equivalent to giving Blue Star's mother the whole thing."

　　"Did you have any misunderstanding about the size of Mother Blue Star? In a dozen wars of this magnitude, if you die, you will make a small adjustment for Mother Blue Star." Someone said.

　　"Don't you find it strange?"

　　A man in a bunt suit said, "The fighting here is so intense, it can be said that it is a landslide."

　　"But this place in the future, but there is no trace of the battlefield at all, even if it is a vicissitudes of life, it will not restore the cracked earth in just a few thousand years. You say, will it be this mythical version? The Three Kingdoms, and our Blue Star's Three Kingdoms, are not the same Three Kingdoms?"

　　"If you say this, I also think it is. I am from Gucheng, which is now Xiaquyang, but the appearance near our Gucheng is completely different from the appearance here."

　　A man in a robe nodded.

　　"If you have time to care about this, why don't you care about how to escape later. According to history, the Yellow Turbans have suffered a big defeat. Waiting for us Taoist priests who are on the sidelines, I am afraid that we will be chased by the Han army for three thousand miles."

　　Linglingzi interrupted their communication.

　　As soon as he finished speaking, someone said faintly, "It would be fine if they were only hunted for three thousand miles. With my divine skills, three thousand miles is only an hour's journey, so I'm afraid they won't die until they die. …”

　　"Do you really think that the Han army can win a big victory?"

　　A practitioner wearing a white sports suit pointed to the front and said, "From the current situation, the Yellow Turban Army is the one who has the upper hand."

　　Everyone heard the words and looked over.

　　I only saw that the Han army, whose iron-blooded suffocation could overwhelm everyone on the battlefield, was completely at a disadvantage.

　　One after another, the Yellow Turban warriors rushed into the camp of the Han army like a god.

　　Endless blood and fire spread across the battlefield.

　　and other battlefields.

　　The Yellow Turban soldiers headed by Zhang Bao and the Han army headed by Huangfu Song were inextricably fighting.

　　The God of Yellow Sky, formed by the belief of the Yellow Turbans, was fighting against the red dragon representing the fortune of the Han Dynasty.

　　"It may be that Huangfu Song has some trump card. After all, the big man has established the country for four hundred years, and the country's fortune is continuous. It has a little background. It's normal. Maybe when Huangfu Song comes down, he will come up with some treasures and directly reverse the war situation."

　　Linglingzi replied casually.