Cut it down with one knife, and the dark clouds are half gone.
Brother Guan fell from the sky, and a bright moonlight fell on him through the gap between the black clouds, making his body sparkle.
Just like the God of War above the nine heavens.
it's over?
Not really.
In just a moment, the black air that was split into two began to roll and squirm.
"It seems like a really powerful person has arrived. Interesting, interesting!"
From outside the sky, a voice that sounded like a man or a woman, but neither a man nor a woman, was heard, and "Gongsun Zan" appeared from the dark clouds again - this time he had his eyes closed tightly and remained motionless.
Just like a real corpse.
Not just Gongsun Zan.
In the sky, there are six players wearing minion skins (as if mixed with something strange) walking on the ground, with a mysterious and inexplicable step under their feet - but on their shoulders, there are
There is a simple stone coffin.
They were spinning and jumping, but there was no sparkle between their eyes.
It seems to be alive but not alive, it seems to be dead but not dead.
Just like Gongsun Zan floating in the void.
Four old Taoists came in the clouds and surrounded the sarcophagus. They were gathered around the sarcophagus, muttering something to each other.
"Blessed...three returns."
The sound was not loud, but it did seem to have some strange magic power. It spread to the ears of everyone on the battlefield. Even if they covered their ears, they could still hear it clearly.
As the whispering voice sounded, several golden fragments on the old Taoist body turned into several runes, surrounding the sky.
"Worship Sanji, the first door will be opened."
The runes were arranged in the air, echoing the symbols on the sarcophagus, and the sarcophagus stood upright. The lid of the sarcophagus melted like ice and snow, revealing a pair of gloomy bones inside.
"The blood sacrifice of those who wish."
The originally majestic Gongsun Zan's corpse also began to disintegrate and break into pieces, turning into a mass of blood mist, gradually becoming one with the skeleton.
On the white bones, there are granulations that grow in the wind, turning into meridians, blood vessels, muscles, skin, and finally into the figure of a middle-aged Taoist.
At this moment, Liu Bei stood up on the city wall, pointed at the sky and shouted loudly.
"Zhang Jiao! It's Zhang Jiao!"
This is the first time players have seen Liu Bei lose his temper like this.
No one knows what Zhang Jiao represents better than Liu Bei, who experienced the Yellow Turban Rebellion.
Turn your hand to become clouds, turn your hand to become rain, wave your hand, the sky will collapse and the earth will split, the earth will shake and the mountains will shake.
If Zhang Jiao had not been seriously injured by cutting the dragon vein, he alone could have influenced the outcome of the world.
"Stop him! Stop him! Never let Zhang Jiao be resurrected!"
Even the stupidest person can guess what Taipingdao wants to do.
If Zhang Jiao comes again, God knows if anyone can stop him this time.
At this moment, all players and NPCs pointed their weapons at the sky, and arrows were scattered into the sky as if they were free.
But it has no effect.
The sarcophagus floats hundreds of feet in the air, a place beyond the reach of human arrows.
The arrow flew less than half the distance before it became weak and flew slower and slower, and finally... fell to the ground helplessly.
I saw a sky full of golden runes flashing in the sky, and finally disappeared into the body of Zhang Jiao one by one.
At the same time, the four old Taoists finally uttered the last syllable of the spell.
"May the Holy Spirit return."
The next second, the sarcophagus turned into a brown Taoist robe, draped on the body of the horn. In the void, there was a nine-ring tin staff and a sword flying towards him. The horn stretched out his hand, one on the left and one on the left.
The right hand is held in the hand.
He opened his mouth again and took a deep breath - then he saw a few milky white human-shaped shadows being pulled out from the minions carrying Zhang Jiao's coffin, wailing and being sucked into Zhang Jiao.
in the mouth.
Then, it was swallowed in one gulp.
His eyes slowly opened, and his gaze scanned the players on the ground who were shooting arrows continuously.
There is no longer any compassion as before, only overwhelming murderous intent.
"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky should stand! If you are born in Jiazi, the world will be prosperous!"
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Resurrecting Zhang Jiao is the ultimate goal of the four Taiping Taoists.
Taiping Taoist practices the art of Huang Lao, Yin Yang Dao, and can be regarded as the orthodox successor of Taoism - but if he wants to resurrect Zhang Jue, he has to go against the will of heaven and change his destiny, using the magic of demons and ghosts.
The flesh and blood of the strong man comes from the corpse of Gongsun Zan;
The supreme magic power, take the gift of Yu Tianshu;
Supplemented by the blood of innocents and the souls of believers, the yin and yang are finally reversed and the dead are resurrected.
This time, Taipingdao made a big investment.
After those fragments of the Heavenly Book were turned into runes and swallowed by Zhang Jiao, there was no way to restore them to the powerful magic weapon [Three Volumes of the Heavenly Book] that connects the world and creation. Thousands of Taiping Dao player disciples had their souls taken away.
As for deleting the account directly, your strength will be greatly reduced.
Boss Wu, who was tricked by some seasoned veterans, and a group of minions who mistakenly entered the formation are still missing.
But...it's all worth it.
Seeing Zhang Jue's figure, several old Huangjin Taoists burst into tears and bowed down in the air.
"Welcome to the great virtuous master to return to his throne!"
But their joy didn't seem to reach Zhang Jiao.
Hearing the movement, Zhang Jiao just glanced over there lightly.
He stretched out his left hand and made a seemingly random gesture, and the four veterans were instantly unable to move.
"Great Master! We are your followers!"
"Great Master, what did we do wrong?"
But Zhang Jiao didn't seem to hear their pleas for mercy. He lowered his head and clasped his hands together, as if thinking.
"Flesh and blood turned to ashes."
Before he finished speaking, the old Taoist's body was ignited by fire out of thin air and swallowed him up - only a deafening wail was left.
In one sentence, Taipingdao F4 was completely destroyed.
The thick smoke formed by the combustion condensed into a smoke dragon, but Zhang Jiao inhaled all of it into his body with his eyes closed.
"You have cultivated to this age and have so little magic power? Sure enough, you are still dead... Huh?"
Just as Zhang Jiao was muttering to himself, he suddenly felt that there was a rising momentum under his feet.
Looking down, he saw a black-faced man with leopard eyes and a beard, his eyes wide open with anger. It was Zhang Fei from Yan.
"It's so mysterious! I'll take a spear from you, Grandpa Zhang!"
Zhang Fei is brave and never timid - even when facing Zhang Jiao.
Zhang Jiao is standing in the clouds hundreds of feet above, and the arrows are not powerful enough - but what if he throws a spear?
Then Zhang Fei roared angrily, and the spear in his hand turned into a surging ferocious beast, and stabbed Zhang Jiao in the sky.
"Humph, you don't overestimate your capabilities."
However, Zhang Jiao waved his right hand lightly, and the surging dark clouds turned into a huge hand falling from the sky, and slapped the flying spear directly to the ground.
It's not over yet.
The force of the palm's attack continued unabated, and before even Zhang Fei had time to react, he was slapped to the ground by the giant hand, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.