After Zhang Jiao summoned the Yellow Turban Strongman, he stood still and no one knew what he was waiting for. But he was indeed calm. No matter how many feather arrows were shot at him, those deadly weapons were completely out of Zhang Jiao's eyes.

"Black dog blood? Haha." Shaking his head gently, Zhang Jiao stretched out his hand, and the feather arrows that had already arrived hovered around his body.

The arrows were hindered and they were no longer able to make progress. The black blood applied on the tip of the arrow also became brighter and redder, just like the blood that had just been removed, but in fact they had all been half solidified.

The first wave of arrow rain hovered, and the feather arrows that were originally slanted wind and drizzle could not stop, but finally stopped at the moment when there was no wind or rain. The second wave of arrow rain came again, and stopped at the place where the first wave of arrow rain stopped, and Zhang Jiao was surrounded by dense rain of arrow rain.

After a while, one feather arrow after another fell on the ground, and it was like rain falling on the ground, making a jingle sound. The so-called rumors that black dog blood can break the magic are true, but in the end, these feather arrows can only make them much better than at the beginning. They did not become powder, but they all failed if they could not hurt Zhang Jiao.

Zhang Jiao had long expected that all the black dog blood could deal with was some inefficient magic. For people like him, it was completely useless. Of course, what really hindered Zhang Jiao was the blood on the battlefield, the blood qi radiated from the bodies of those Han soldiers.

This is the reason why his strength cannot be fully exerted, because the display of each spell is equivalent to shaking an army. The reason why he can still be so powerful is of course because his strength is the top one. Otherwise, if it were the Yellow Turban Warriors in the army, the magic they mastered would be completely weakened to the extreme when used on the battlefield.

The Yellow Turban Strongman is his participation in training and is composed of believers who are the most loyal to him in the church. Everyone can stand up to ten people. Not only are they strong, but there are also many strongmen who master magic. On the battlefield, they can rely on only physical strength and collective strength.

Looking at the evenly matched battle not far from him, Zhang Jiao's eyes showed no surprise. Although he summoned the real Yellow Turban Strongman, the opponent of the Yellow Turban Strongman was not as simple as possible. At least Zhang Jiao could see clearly the invisible aura on his body, with a huge aura and a powerful general.

"Or it can't?" Lu Zhi frowned. The archers arranged did not bring him the expected surprises, and the black blood prepared was not as effective as the rumors. This forced Lu Zhi to think about whether he wanted to put his troops in. Just when he thought of the casualties and injuries, he had to hesitate again, because in his opinion, this battle was over.

In just a moment, Lu Zhi had made up his mind. Zhang Jiao was uneasy!

"The sword and shield come out!"

With a command, the sword and shield soldiers in the military formation behind Lu Zhi came out. Each sword and shield hand was holding a shield in front, and the other hand covered the long sword in the shield. They lined up and formed a shield wall, and went over in one row, occupying the entire long street.

After one row, there are still one row, layer by layer. This is destined that even if someone can break through the first level of soldiers' defense, the second level of soldiers' defense appears. Rows of shield walls form the simplest and most stringent sword and shield formation.

Taking the same pace, moving forward step by step, no one is fast or slow. Although it is composed of hundreds of sword and shield soldiers, they are a whole, a moving mountain, and a real chariot.

Different from the sword and shield soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army, each of the sword and shield soldiers of the Han army not only has a strong shield and a sharp sword, but also a piece of armor and helmet. This is something that the sword and shield soldiers of the Yellow Turban Army cannot have. At most, they only have sword and shield. If they want to have any defense on their bodies, it is difficult to have armor.

The sound of footsteps that are neat and consistent, can truly echo in the heart and trampling on them.

Zhang Fei also heard and felt it, so he pulled out the Snake Snake Spear from the hands of the Golden Armored Man. This time, he no longer used his power to confront the Snake Snake Spear like before. The Snake Spear pierced out again and again, at a very fast speed, and it also reached the point of retraction. No matter whether he made meritorious service or injured the Snake Snake, he would not hesitate, and would take back the Snake Snake Spear and stab it out again.

The storm of storm. No matter whether the golden-armored man could keep up with Zhang Fei's movements, no matter whether his hands were made of real gold and iron, it could not change the assassination of Zhang Fei's snake spear every time, faster and stronger.

This is the momentum, suppressing people with force, killing people with force! Although Zhang Fei is now showing all his strength, in fact, the force he uses is extremely burdened on his arms, because he is leveraging the force and taking advantage of the momentum! Every time the sting of the snail snake spear is blocked by the Golden Armored Man or stabbed the Golden Armored Man, it will be bounced back. He uses the force of the bullet to stab the storm again!

"It should be over, too." Zhang Jiao raised his head, ignored the Han army that was eyeing him, ignored the sword and shield soldiers coming towards him, and did not watch Zhang Fei's battle with the Yellow Turban Strongman. He looked at the sky, and a beam of light appeared in the darkness, and also lit up his eyes.

It is light, fire, or a falling star? But no matter what, it finally left its own mark in the vast night sky, in countless stars, and in the memories of those who are interested.

"The time is here." Zhang Jiao murmured softly.

The time he chose, and the time he waited. The reason why he stood here was to delay time for the evacuated believers, because Zhang Jiao himself knew that in the eyes of the Han army, he was the one who had to be removed. Therefore, he understood that as long as he was, the Han army would be there, so he chose to stay in Guangzong City, and after ordering Zhang Bao to leave, he still stayed at the North City Gate.

One person is only one, but he is better than a thousand troops. Because as long as he captures or kills him, it is like destroying thousands of troops.

Zhang Jiao knew Lu Zhi's choice very well. He also knew that Lu Zhi would not only stare at him, but also dispatch troops to chase and suppress the evacuated Yellow Turban soldiers. It is true that he is the first to rebel, and similarly, his believers cannot easily let go.

However, it is too late now. For Zhang Jiao, time is enough, so he said that the time has come.

This time just happened.

His body floated up, and Zhang Jiao slowly took off into the air under the surprised gazes of the Han soldiers. Of course, during this period, the service of bows and arrows was indispensable, but for Zhang Jiao, it was of no use at all.

Of course, he didn't plan to leave, nor was he going to run away. For Zhang Jiao, that was the simplest thing. If you want to leave, no one could keep him, but the difference is whether you want it or not.

Zhang Jiao stopped, and the breeze was a little cool in the air. When the blowing moved, the Taoist robe he was wearing was raising. The Han sabre and shield hands on the ground stopped moving forward and looked at each other, because Zhang Jiao was floating in the air now, and they were not as good as him, so what's the point of moving forward? Just a moment later, the sabre and shield hands continued to advance. The commander did not ask them to stop, so they could only continue to move forward.

Maybe this is about going up and down between heaven and earth?

At this moment, Zhang Jiao couldn't help but think that when he was in Zhangjia Village, what he saw was nothing more than a small village, and a little more, that small county town. When he came into contact with Taiping Yaoshu, what he saw was a world.

The emperor could only see the sentient beings under the throne, but he could see the heaven and earth, transcend the gap between the earth and the sky, touch the sky, transcend the world, and obtain true freedom.

But what exactly is freedom in this world? People are born uncomfortable. The so-called freedom is often just the absolute strength that can break the shackles and cages.

True freedom is joy, doing what you like, living a happy life with the person you like, and feeling happy from the bottom of your heart. This is freedom. Or this is also a shackle for some people, but those people just haven't encountered the likes and joy mentioned above.

Immortal? Freedom? Zhang Jiao never thinks that transcending to the world is freedom. If the world raises you, then you always have to give back to it, instead of leaving freely.

He did not regret walking on this road that seemed to have reached the end now, but instead felt a little happy. Because one road did not end, how could he see other roads? Even if there was a cliff in front of him, for people like Zhang Jiao, it would not stop him from continuing to move forward, because outside the cliff, he could also see another scene and there was also a road.

But that is not the path that people take, nor is it the path that ordinary people will choose. Perhaps, there are only madmen?

A madman? Zhang Jiao sneered, and there was a light lingering around his body, gentle and dim, and as time passed, it finally became brighter.

Every bit of light is extremely pure, the kind of purity that makes people feel from the inside out, the whole body and mind are happy. In this darkness that is still dark, Zhang Jiao lit up the darkness and became dawn, reflecting with the light in the sky.

It was Zhang Jiao who gave them the opportunity to choose and allowed them to embark on this path called Huang Tian. Similarly, Zhang Jiao once again gave the believers the opportunity to choose, a real opportunity to choose, whether they choose to continue fighting after leaving or hiding their identity, it is not that important for Zhang Jiao.

There is only one important thing, that is their own choice.

Zhang Jiao chose to give them a choice, and he chose a way himself. He chose death.

Because he had already seen a trace of future in the light at this time, but that was just the past. After the failure of the Yellow Turban Uprising, he was dug out again, digging the coffin and slaying the corpse, crushing the bones and raising ashes.

This is his ending. However, there was no trace of anger and no surprise in Zhang Jiao's heart. For him, the fact that it was difficult to accept was not so unacceptable. What's more, it was just not the case before?

That was not his own choice, but now he has to choose. He will not be slaughtered by the coffin, because he will not have a coffin at all, nor will he be left behind.

It’s also death, maybe this is worthy of joy? Although the former is not different for Zhang Jiao, because death means the end. Nothing that cannot be accepted happens to the dead, it is not something that is too worthy of attention, because it is a dead person.

There is no joy or fear in the dead, and there will be no things that the living person has. At the moment his life disappears, everything defined by the living world is nothing to the dead.

Zhang Jiao chose to die because he was exhausted. No one knew how much he had paid until now that the Yellow Turban Rebellion. He had never enjoyed too much, nor did he reveal anything, because he was Zhang Jiao, a great wise teacher. If he was a great wise teacher, he should never die and never defeat him?

No. So he chose to die, choose to die at this time, and choose to give the believers a second chance to choose. But once, the sky did not die, and Huang Tian did not stand up, but completely died.

He just wanted to tell those believers who believed and blindly followed him that he was also a human being and would die.

This is his explanation.

As long as you want to change, nothing will not bleed. Great sages and good teachers will die. Who else will not die? If you choose to continue, you must be prepared to bleed and be prepared to die. Because what you want to change is not yourself, nor is it a thing. What you want to change is a world.

Zhang Jiao suddenly laughed, his smile bathed in the light, and looked particularly brilliant. He should be immortal, right? At least, those who remember him should have more people than those who remember Lu Zhi and Emperor Ling of Han, especially as time goes by, this is even more so.

Because he is a thief and an evil existence. Evil people will always make people remember them deeply, right?

Death is not the end either. Because this world will never be saved or changed by a person, but there is never a lack of people who want to change and change. Zhang Jiao is just one of them.

The light gradually bloomed from his body, completely submerging Zhang Jiao's outline. The dark night in Guangzong City was stretched out by the golden light and gradually spread towards the surroundings.

Infinite light, infinite light. The Guangzong City was completely swallowed up, and nothing exists anymore. Perhaps it exists, but it is submerged in this light belonging to Huangtian.

:,,gegegengxin!!
Chapter completed!