Such a being can only attack thousands of troops in a small world. Not to mention that it is invincible, even if it is a hundred thousand, it will be slaughtered.

With full confidence, Gu Chengzi allowed the ice sword to change in his palms, struggled to the death, and sighed: "Zhang Jiao, it's really amazing that the ghost can linger like you do!"

The Cunning Rabbit's Three Caves is already confusing enough, but what's even more amazing is that when Zhang Jiao Tianhun found that Han Yuzhou was not enough to succeed, he looked for a way out!

When Lin Chaoying broke out of the wall and killed Han Kanzhou with his ice sword, he couldn't even see anything unusual about "fire". After explaining it, Gu Cheng immediately believed it.

Human nature is like this. When the enemy's methods are endless, it is often difficult to accept them. No matter how abnormal the opponent's trump card is, there will be no resistance. The stronger the better.

Zhang Jiao's soul took advantage of this, seeing that Han Yuzhou was bound to be defeated, so he simply moved to Han Yu, and then asked Lin Chaoying to use the cold jade to kill Han Yuzhou and gain Gu Cheng's trust.

"Fire" flew out and said with shame: "Your Highness, this is the soul-killing method, the secret technique of ancient witchcraft. I was deceived by Zhang Jiao!"

"I don't blame you, I didn't have enough opinions at that time!"

Gu Cheng shook his head. Although the dragon spirit of the Han Dynasty was transformed by the power of millions of wishes, his mind was like that of a child, and he did not know much about the intrigues of human beings.

This is probably what Liu Xiu did. After all, what he wanted was to protect the country for future generations, not to create an ambitious dragon spirit to usurp the country he had built.

Gu Cheng had actually discovered this a long time ago. He trusted Long Ling's loyalty and subconsciously followed his opinions, but this showed that his priorities were still not straightened out.

Now, Zhang Jiao taught him a lesson!

"You are almost successful. You are lurking silently. One day you will contact the main body and spread the news that the dragon spirit of the Han Dynasty will travel through the heavens and the world and harvest the dragon energy of the alien race. By then, I will definitely die!"

If it weren't for the fact that the Sun Jing Wheel was originally the treasure entrusted by the incarnation of Yuanshen, and the two were inextricably linked, Gu Cheng would have been in trouble this time.

He firmly remembered this scene in his mind, pinched his hands, the flames surged, and the ice sword ignited.

Along with the unwilling roar, a twisted shadow rose up, and the appearance of Zhang Jiao was vaguely visible.

This time, his eyes were not empty, but full of unwillingness and resentment, and he cursed: "Guangwu went against heaven and deceived my immortal way. For four hundred years, there is no way to change it! Everything you have done is useless. The Han Dynasty

Must perish!"

"Then I won't bother you!"

Gu Cheng said coldly, this time the fire of life from the other side was igniting, searching for souls and souls, and the scenes that emerged were real memories and information like a tide.

The strength of the Yellow Turban troops, the tactical arrangements, the leadership of the commander-in-chief, and the court's detailed preparations...

Gu Cheng had a photographic memory and wrote everything down, his eyes gradually showing horror.

In normal history, the Yellow Turban Rebellion can be called the largest religious uprising in China. In the world of Xianwu, it is even more exaggerated——

Zhangjiao has developed over the past ten years, and Taiping Dao has spread across eight continents in the world, with over 100 million followers, thirty-six square meters, ranging from Qushuai to generals, and more than 300 named Wushuang realm generals!

"No wonder it can sweep the world, shatter the mountains and rivers, and severely damage the vitality of the Han Dynasty!"

Gu Cheng's face was solemn.

The strength of the Yellow Turban Army has become so strong that even if they understand its layout, they feel powerless to shake it.

Of course, if he is the emperor of the Han Dynasty and can mobilize the troops and horses of the world at will, then with Zhang Jiao's memory in hand, the Yellow Turban Army will definitely be severely suppressed.

But the problem is that Gu Cheng is not even a prince. The Emperor Ling hates the situation and is stupid and absurd. If he hands over his memories, there may be changes.

"No, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to reverse the fate of our country. We must seize it!"

Gu Cheng abandoned all luck and asked: "After returning, will I still be outside the Canglong Gate? How long has passed?"

"Fire" replied: "Don't worry, Your Highness, you will still be in the same place after your return. It will only take a moment, and it will be difficult for others to find you!"

Gu Cheng's eyes flashed: "So, Zhang Jiao's true body is still outside Luoyang City, waiting for news about his soul clone?"

"Your Highness, do you want to..."

"Yes, I want to give it a try!"

"Huo" realized something, Gu Cheng nodded slowly, and the overall plan was already brewing in his mind.

He was not completely sure, but he was willing to try his best, his eyes flashing with divine light: "Since we now have all the memories of the incarnation of Zhang Jiao Yuan Shen, is there any way to deprive him of his magic and martial arts inheritance?"

"Huo" advised: "Your Highness, this person is a Yellow Turban rebel, and what he practices is the method of immortality. You cannot inherit his power!"

"I don't know how to practice!" Gu Cheng waved his hand and looked at Feng Heng and Lin Chaoying: "How are they doing?"

"Huo" said: "Of course you can!"

Gu Cheng smiled and said: "Giving you a pillow if you are sleepy, the incarnation of Zhang Jiao Yuan Shen is really a gift boy!"

The royal family of the Han Dynasty indeed has a lot of magical treasures, but it requires the power of the dragon spirit in the blood of the Liu family to advance by leaps and bounds, making it difficult for outsiders to practice it.

Therefore, even if Gu Cheng goes back, he will not be able to hand over the magic secrets to the team in the small world for the time being, so as to continuously cultivate masters.

His original plan was to steal some suitable skills from aristocratic families, but now that Zhang Jiao's inheritance is on display, there is no need to look far away.

At this moment, Gu Cheng drank lightly, the power of fire virtue attached to his palm, and he took it slowly.

Two rays of light suddenly shined from the other side of the life fire, flying towards the two women respectively.

The left ball was injected into Feng Heng's eyebrows. Her eyes flashed amber, and a book from heaven appeared in her mind - the art of peace!

The ball on the right sank into Lin Chaoying's chest, and strange forces surged through his limbs and bones, gathering in the palm of his hand - Taipingqing led the way!

Due to their poor foundation, the two women could not withstand Zhang Jiao's inheritance and enlightenment, but with the protection of the two mysterious weapons of Shanhe Sheji Seal and Sun Jing Wheel, even the eldest sons of the eight great families did not have such treatment, and they stabilized themselves in a short time.

Started to make rapid progress.

A few hours later, Feng Heng opened his eyes, threw himself into Gu Cheng's arms, and cried with joy, finally relieved of his worries.

Lin Chaoying stretched out her hand and the ice sword returned to her hand, turning into a strange weapon that looked like a talisman or a flag. She played with it and smiled sincerely.

In the next six months, auspicious signs appeared frequently in the palace, and rainbows filled the sky. In the end, even the ministers became numb. Anyway, everything was left to this eternal emperor.

"Practice well! I can trust you with this world!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, leave it to us!"

Finally, Gu Cheng arranged everything properly and it was time to say goodbye.

Even if the small world enters the Shanhe Sheji Seal, he cannot sit here all the time.

Now that the two women's immortal skills have just begun to be formed, Feng Heng can transform into him and take charge of the court, and Lin Chaoying's military force can overwhelm the heroes, so there is no need to worry about the future.

Gu Cheng climbed up to the Temple of Heaven and looked at the bustling and prosperous scene of Peking. He smiled with satisfaction, spread his arms, and the bright red light enveloped him and soared into the sky.

Ten years of dormancy, ten years of imperial eternity!

Xianwu Han Dynasty, I am back!

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(This is a double chapter. I will write a summary at the end of the volume later. I hope you all can read it.)
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