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Chapter 118 The disaster of the Yellow Turban, the end of the dream?

"System, ready to return!"

He shook his head with a loss, Chen Fei said softly. Before he finished speaking, the brilliant starlight slowly clung to him. The familiar sense of weightlessness slowly lingered up. The next moment it would break through this world and return to the main world where gods were respected. He closed his eyes slightly. All the things that happened in Chen Fei's mind gently slid like flowing water, which made him feel a little illusion that he felt like a different world - he was lying on the battlefield, leading the tiger to rush thousands of miles to defeat the enemy, holding a long sword in his hand, and sneering at the hall.

This is almost a legendary story, but at this time, it is Chen Fei’s own personal experience!

..Everything is worthy of your heart, but...

"What a pity, Fei can't see your Huangtian prosperous era, a great wise teacher..." He sighed slightly with some regret. Chen Fei's black eyes had a complicated light, "However, since he has obtained a dragon vein luck, with your talent, he should be able to open up the Huangtian prosperous era that belongs to everyone in this chaotic era, right?"

"..The host has the fortune of the second Han family in this world. You can follow the time flow and observe the movements of the other dragon veins when you leave, and whether they enter the time flow." At this moment, the cold voice of the system suddenly sounded in his ears, making Chen Fei's face stunned. It was not until the system repeated again that he came back to his senses. He took a deep breath. The light and darkness in his eyes were uncertain. Finally, he seemed to have made up his mind and said slowly, "Enter!"

Accompanied by Chen Fei's low voice, the starry lights that had already been completely covered suddenly paused. Then they gently dissipated, and in the broken streaming light, an ink-black channel slowly appeared in front of Chen Fei's eyes. The silver-gray light dust appeared and disappeared around it, reflecting a hazy color between Chen Fei's pupils, which was enough to make all the rotten and heavy aura make Chen Fei's eyes narrow slightly.

This is the flow of time, connected to the past, present, and future existence of everything that has not happened.

Heaven and earth are destroyed and its immortality is destroyed, and the sun and moon are destroyed and its immortality is destroyed!

After exhaling a turbid breath, Chen Fei slowly stepped into the passage. The sticky and cold touch seemed to step into the cold lake. In almost a flash, Chen Fei's body disappeared into the flow of time, and the painted black passage still rotated slowly in the void, just like eternal.

In the flow of time.

There was no darkness in the upper, lower, left and right sides. There seemed to be countless pictures flashing quickly. The golden dragon-shaped light wrapped around Chen Fei, and the long rumbling sounds carried Chen Fei to quickly pass through the turbulent flow of time. 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. It was just a matter of breath, and Chen Fei raised his eyebrows slightly surprised. Such injuries took several months to recover naturally, and at this time, healed quickly after entering the temporal flow, which meant...

Did the so-called dragon pulsation happen several months after his assassination of Liu Hong?

He frowned slightly, and for some reason, a deep sense of anxiety appeared in Chen Fei's heart, which made his originally quiet eyes look anxious.

..It should be fine..

Finally, amid the passionate dragon roar, the golden dragon shape shattered into a stream of light and returned to Chen Fei's body. Threads of colorful light suddenly appeared in the darkness around him. It tangled and entangled in front of Chen Fei, forming a light curtain floating in the air in front of Chen Fei. A picture was displayed on it. The sound of killing in the face of the warriors and the sound of hoarse shouting at the top of their lungs made Chen Fei's body tremble subconsciously, and his right hand almost instantly stroked the hilt of the long sword.

This is on the battlefield!

The picture stopped, and then the picture on it changed rapidly. It was like the vision when it was running wildly. Everything was pulled into a blurred long line, and finally stopped in front of a burly man nine feet long. His face was like a heavy date, his chin was long and two feet long, and he held a moon-curtained knife with one hand. A green dragon was tangled on it. At this time, he was walking slowly on the battlefield. His calm demeanor was heartbreaking. Suddenly, a rapid sound of horse hooves came. A man dressed in a middle-aged general arrived with a long knife in his hand. His phoenix eyes opened slightly, and he exhaled. The long sword passed by, and the man and horse were slashed in two sections! The squirting blood dyed the yellow cloth towel on the forehead of the middle-aged general into a dirty dark red color, which also made Chen Fei's eyes sting.

"...Bocai...How could it be..."

The moans that were almost impossible to even detect were spit out from Chen Fei's throat. Looking at the familiar face lying under Guan Yu's knife, Chen Fei felt dizzy in his mind. At this moment, the picture turned again. A group of young knights in white horses and white robes were charging in the enemy with long spears like sharp arrows. Countless warriors covered with yellow turbans were ruthlessly harvested like weeds. Among them, the leader was a heroic young man with red lips and white teeth. At this time, his wrist turned, and the spear in his hand immediately turned into countless gun shadows, covering the fearless Yellow Turban warriors in front of him. The sharp gun blade broke through the air and sounded like a hundred birds facing the phoenix!

..Youzhou Gongsun Zan, Baima Yicong! and..

Changshan...Zhao Zilong!

"...No, no! I must stop all this!" A clear look of anxiety appeared in my eyes, and Chen Fei shouted in a low voice: "System, teleport me back! Go back to the time period after I assassinated Liu Hong!"

"... The system does not have the ability to go back in time, so the host cannot... "

"Then teleport me to this time period, right now!" Before the system's electronic synthesizing sound was finished, it was interrupted rudely by Chen Fei. At this time, Chen Fei looked at the picture on the light curtain in front of him without turning his eyes. A brutal blood color clearly appeared in his eyes, and he exuded a bit of crazy aura like an angry beast. At this time, the picture had changed again and again. The characters in it changed from a man with a rebellious face, a veteran who shot everywhere with a long bow in his hand to a fierce general with a round head and a leopard-eyed young man, but the only thing that never changed was...

The Yellow Turban Warrior fell in a pool of blood!

Watching the familiar figures who had believed in Huang Tian Meimeng fell one by one, Chen Fei felt that his anger was full of murderous intent had risen up completely irresistible, making him unable to stand still and burn him to roar wildly. This was the anger that could only be extinguished by killing and blood!

"... the system reminds the host that once again enters this world, it will definitely be concerned about the will of this world. Please ask the host to re-

."

"I said...television is coming!"

......

"...Yes, at the request of the host, we will immediately return to the Wushuang plane. The time is - August of the first year of Zhongping, Dahan, the heroes of the world will fight to suppress the Yellow Turbans together."

(Thanks to Lin Luochen, the black-clothed Xuanshi for his rewards, and the book friend 160319140224027 for his evaluation tickets, thank you~)
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