The Three Kingdoms: My Wife is a Great and Good Teacher

It was as if the Peng bird had washed away all the mud, and after passing through the yellow sky, there was no more deathly aura on its body.

Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao also saw scenery that they had never seen in their lives while standing on its wings.

"The ground is bending..."

The exclamation and shock did not last long, and Liu Zhaoqing's words once again entered their minds.

"There is one last step. Eradicate the dead energy in my body, Zilong Wenyuan!"

Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao nodded, then adjusted their positions when the Peng bird's body was parallel to Huang Tian, ​​and ran directly to the Peng bird's beak. When the Peng bird opened its beak, the two of them entered.

Liu Zhaoqing also began to swallow Huang Tian into his stomach.

For a moment, Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao saw the restrictions in the belly of the Peng bird and a large number of Xianbei royal court troops.

As the two men fought, the golden sky also appeared in them.

Zhang Liao, Zhao Yun and Bailong Zou Wu each annihilated no less than a thousand elite soldiers of the Xianbei royal court. Then the two of them drew on the power of Huang Tian and directly destroyed the restriction in the belly of the Peng bird.

At this point, Liu Zhaoqing felt that there was no more evil thoughts in his body.

Calling loudly again, Liu Zhaoqing activated his spatial ability, creating several white doors near the ground. Zhao Yun, Zhang Liao, and a large number of spirit beasts walked out of them.

Even the remaining Xianbei royal tribes were forcibly driven out.

After doing all this, Liu Zhaoqing sank into the yellow sky again and headed towards the ground.

Under the terrified gaze of the Xianbei army, its wings spread out like parting the water, embracing Huang Tian between its wings and fanning it towards the ground.

The air waves generated by the huge wings quickly formed a strong wind, wrapped in the golden color of the yellow sky and blew towards the battlefield.

The huge storm rolled up sand, soil, and vegetation, and also blew away the Xianbei troops who were the first to be hit by the strong wind.

All the dead warriors turned into nothingness the moment they came into contact with the golden gale. At the same time, a lot of black smoke came out of the bodies of all the normal Xianbei people who were blessed with the death energy.

Their strength was dispersed by this golden gale.

Liu Zhaoqing transformed into a roc and defeated the entire Xianbei with just a flap of his wings.

Chapter 225: The death of the Chanyu, the overall situation is determined4.3K

"Holy Spirit, what happened to the Holy Spirit?! What on earth happened?"

"My power, my power is gone!"

"Look, the dead soldiers are dispersing, and the flying soldiers are falling..."

The cracks created by the flapping of the peng bird's wings from the yellow sky caused the Xianbei army to collapse directly.

"Calm down! Calm down! Don't mess up the formation!!"

Ke Bineng rode a tall warhorse, endured the severe pain in his body caused by the golden gale from the flapping wings of the roc, and ran with a sword in his hand among the chaotic army, with the purpose of steadying the morale of the army.

No matter it is an army of 20,000 or even 100,000, if the morale of the army is disturbed and the formation is broken, then they will become lambs to be slaughtered and be preyed upon by others.

But everyone saw the strange change of the Peng bird in the sky. The falling black feather was illuminated by the golden light under the yellow sky and dissipated in the air before it hit the ground.

The vertical streams of black smoke like rain seemed to extinguish the fire of hope in the hearts of the Xianbei soldiers.

Seeing that he could not stabilize the army's morale by himself, Kebineng immediately rode his horse to the leader of another tribe, Budugen.

"Budugen, come with me to stabilize the formation!"

Budugen seemed not to have heard it, and looked up at the huge Peng bird with a completely different temperament.

"Budugen!!" Kebineng shouted, trying to wake him up.

"If you don't act now, we will be wiped out!"

"It's too late." Budugen shook his head slightly.

"How can it be too late?! Even if there are no assassins, the three Xianbei tribes have more than 20,000 good men. The blessing of the Wuhuan people has also been lost, and there are less than 5,000 Han people. As long as we start again..."

While Kebineng was still speaking, the loud cry of a roc was heard again in the sky.

Soon, Kebineng discovered that the Peng bird in the sky flapped its wings towards them again.

The huge gust of wind blew the Xianbei army in all directions and also blew away Kebineng's delusion of reorganizing the army.

With such creatures around, no matter how many mortal armies there are, they are just like a few more fallen leaves. When a strong wind blows, the fallen leaves can only be blown away by the wind.

Kebineng and Budugen were at the foot of a slope. They controlled their horses to make them lie down firmly so that they would not be blown away by the strong wind.

"Now you should understand. The Holy Spirit's target is my clan. How can we possibly reorganize our front line?" Budugen said with a sigh.

The faith has collapsed, the morale of the army must be dispersed, and there is no possibility of a turnaround. Otherwise, Tan Shihuai would not have gone to the Peng bird alone.

"How could this happen? Why did the Holy Spirit become like this..." Ke Bineng murmured to himself.

"Could it be that those Han people...those Han people have cast some kind of poison on the Holy Spirit?" Ke Bineng looked up at the Peng bird in the sky. "Look, the Holy Spirit looks completely different from before. The soldiers and priests in my royal court who are responsible for maintaining the Holy Spirit's survival just appeared from the white door..."

In response to Kebineng's speculation, Budugen said, "Have you ever thought that maybe... this is the original appearance of the Holy Spirit?"

"what?"

"When the Holy Spirit descended on the grassland, only a dozen people saw it. The high priest told us that the Chanyu led a team of a hundred people to worship the Holy Spirit, and then the Holy Spirit became the Holy Spirit of our tribe. Those hundred people died one by one in the past few years for various reasons." Budugen said.

"What do you mean? Budugen, are you doubting the Chanyu?" Kebi Neng frowned.

"The dead holy spirit, the blessing of death, the bone sword of the Chanyu." Budugen looked at his colleague and said, "Kebi Neng, do you really think that this is something that we Xianbei people should worship and pursue?"

Ke Bineng's eyes flickered for a moment and he wanted to refute, but he didn't know what to say.

In the sky, Liu Zhaoqing took Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao to fly in the Yellow World. After flapping his wings twice and completely defeating the Xianbei army, he did not stop.

The most important enemy has not been eliminated yet. Liu Zhaoqing can sense that Tan Shihuai still exists in this world.

Sure enough, when Liu Zhaoqing was about to flap his wings again, a dark meteor suddenly fell from the sky.

"Wenyuan Zilong, I'll take you two downstairs."

Liu Zhaoqing's voice reached the ears of Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao.

"But my lord..."

"Don't worry, he is no match for me. You two go and lead the Yellow Turban Cavalry and the Wuhuan Army. Don't surround them, as that might cause them to unite. Just divide the Xianbei and defeat them."

After receiving the order, a small white door appeared in front of Zhao Yun and Zhang Liao. After the two entered it, they appeared on the battlefield below.

At this time, Liu Zhaoqing paused for a moment, and a relatively small green-red dragon appeared in front of him.

"Zhao Qing, your breath...can't last for too long."

"The Peng bird I transformed into inherited the remnant of his body. Dead things cannot be resurrected and will eventually dissipate in the world. However, even if it is only the last trace of remnant... it is enough to end it." Liu Zhaoqing replied.

This power from thousands of years ago was passed to Liu Zhaoqing like an inheritance. As long as he makes good use of it, it would be the greatest respect for it.

"Sister Xuande, let's go kill Tan Shihuai and put an end to this."

Liu Zhaoqing walked towards the "meteorite" in front of him, opened his beak and chirped at it.

Suddenly, the space around the "meteor" came to a standstill, and Tan Shihuai, who had wings on his back, also came into his sight.

He flapped his wings and flapped them violently towards Tan Shihuai.

In an instant, an invisible body of a roc bird formed in the air and directly crashed into Tan Shihuai, knocking him down from the air onto a cliff.

The violent impact caused the cliff to shake and scared away countless birds.

The next moment, Tan Shihuai flew out from the smoke and dust. Not only did he not escape, but he wanted to defeat Liu Zhaoqing.

Facing the flying Tan Shihuai, he turned his body and flapped his wings to knock it into the ground again.

The enormous force caused a huge crater like a meteorite to form on Tan Shihuai's body. When he got up again, he was covered in blood and his breath was extremely weak.

One of the wings on its back is missing.

Even though he knew that Liu Zhaoqing could not hold on for long, this supreme spirit of heaven and earth was not something he could challenge.

"Order your entire clan to surrender, and I will leave your body intact."

Liu Zhaoqing's voice seemed to come from the sky like an oracle.

At this moment, he was indeed like a god. Facing a small mortal king, it was a blessing for him to say such words.

But Tan Shihuai's response was to tear his clothes with a ferocious look on his face, and then black feathers began to grow on his body, and he actually turned into a giant black bird.

He still has to fight to the death.

In this case, Liu Zhaoqing did not delay any further.

It spread its wings and grabbed the black bird's body with one claw, then flew directly towards a mountain range and pinned it down on a hill.

The huge impact crushed countless trees, and the earthquake-like sound was heard for thousands of miles.

A flash of red light flashed in the eyes of the black bird that Tan Shihuai transformed into, and in an instant, two cracks appeared on Liu Zhaoqing's back.

The two space cracks were like the sharpest blades in the world, moving silently towards Liu Zhaoqing's body.

But just as the crack was about to spread to Liu Zhaoqing's body, suddenly a red flame struck the crack. At the same time, Liu Zhaoqing flapped his wings and opened several doors on both sides of the crack.

A large number of spiritual beasts used their own divine gifts, like the blue and red dragons, and sprayed their power towards the crack through the door opened by Liu Zhaoqing.

All of a sudden, the crack began to shrink until it disappeared.

The Peng bird was seriously injured by this move, but this time, under the leadership of Liu Zhaoqing, it was not harmed by this move again.

Liu Zhaoqing grabbed the black bird and flew directly into the sky, penetrated the clouds, came to a place where he could see the starry sky, and then fell quickly.

The black bird's body was wrapped in red flames, and Liu Zhaoqing let it go only when it was close to the ground.

The black bird also hit the ground hard, and the high slope disappeared in an instant. Countless pieces of soil and rocks were shaken up and scattered into the sky, and a huge pit of fifty feet was hit on the ground.

The black bird's figure gradually disappeared, leaving behind a mortal lying motionless in the center of the pit.

Liu Zhaoqing's figure also gradually peered out from the center of the pit.

This is not his real body. The Peng bird in the sky flew above the yellow sky and was staring at the ground. This was Liu Zhaoqing's own shadow projected using the Peng bird's sea of ​​consciousness.

"You lost." Liu Zhaoqing said to Tan Shihuai.

Tan Shihuai was barely breathing and had many wounds on his body so deep that one could see his bones. An ordinary person would have died long ago with such serious injuries.

The reason why he is still alive, including being able to transform into a black bird, is all because he sold his soul to the evil god.

He half-closed his eyes and tried to look at Liu Zhaoqing: "Why did destiny choose you..."

"It wasn't destiny that chose me." Liu Zhaoqing lowered his head and said to him, "I chose it."

"And destiny is not something that cannot be violated." Liu Zhaoqing raised his head and looked towards the southwest: "I once thought that I could not save the building from collapse because of destiny, but in fact, I have always been wrong about one thing."

"The so-called 'destiny' is not something that cannot be taken. Under the current destiny, the established path cannot be violated."

"That's why Liu Bang left behind his Mandate of Heaven so that future generations could do the work of changing the destiny when the dynasty was about to end."

"If only this day were changed, then we could do something that defies fate."

Although Liu Zhaoqing cannot completely change the sky, he can already go in the opposite direction. This is his ability.

"Change the sky..." Tan Shihuai looked at the sky above his head. The yellow sky in the distance was vaguely visible.

I don’t know what Tan Shihuai is thinking at this moment, but Liu Zhaoqing cannot agree with everything Tan Shihuai does.

Liu Zhaoqing looked at him and said calmly, "I thought you were a legend on the grassland, but I didn't expect that in your eyes, all living beings are chess pieces."

"The Han artifacts, the ignorant false emperor, the traitors to the Han, the auspicious beasts and spirit animals, the holy spirits of your clan, and even your own people, are all the ink you use to add a touch of your own great achievements."

Liu Zhaoqing's voice was slightly cold. Such a person can indeed accomplish great things.

But Liu Zhaoqing didn't dare to imagine how much suffering would have occurred in the process if Tan Shihuai had really managed to control the Peng bird to seize the Central Plains and rule China without his appearance.

War and unification will inevitably result in bloodshed and casualties, which Liu Zhaoqing understands, but it does not mean that all civilians and tribesmen can be treated as consumables.

If Liu Zhaoqing had not been able to use Huang Tian to dispel the dead energy in the bodies of the Xianbei people, Tan Shihuai would have been able to bury the entire tribe with him.

Facing Liu Zhaoqing's questioning, Tan Shihuai's eyes were calm and he tried to move his lips: "You won't understand."

His voice was weak and he spoke slowly, but his tone was extremely firm.

"The grassland is not Han territory, and my people are not Han people who are used to oppression. If the Han people's corrupt and weak way is really feasible, how could the Han people be like this? How do you know that my people are not willing, but just need someone like me to do things and speak for them?"

This answer surprised Liu Zhaoqing a little.

Liu Zhaoqing paused for a moment, then frowned slightly: "You mean, you know these principles, but for the sake of your people, you have to be a sinner?"

"I am neither a sinner nor a benevolent ruler. I am Tan Shihuai, the Chanyu of the Xianbei."