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Chapter 122 Water Mirror's Sacred Bagua Formation
As the saying goes, money can make a ghost run the mill.

The Royal Court of the Great Han Dynasty has controlled the world for 400 years, its territory has expanded by more than dozens of times compared to that year, and its resources are extremely rich.

I thought it would be easy to gather hundreds of millions of troops, plus countless top famous generals, Confucian scholars, strange people and strange things, to destroy these mud-legged Yellow Turban Army, but unexpectedly, they were suppressed and beaten by the Yellow Turban Army.

"Does anyone know! Who developed the weapons in the hands of those Yellow Turban thieves?"

The leader of the army was Huang Fusong, the top general of the Han Dynasty. He was startled when he saw those strange things that were sitting on top of the giant mammoth and constantly spraying blue flames.

Although the lethality of this thing is not as fierce as that of bows and arrows, the key is that it is fast and has a large area of ​​damage. Judging from the controllers, they are just some civilians, and they can control them.

The more he thought about it, the faster he bent his bow and put on an arrow. The bow was like a full moon, and it turned into a shooting star, piercing through a giant mammoth in an instant. With a long cry, the giant collapsed, setting off thousands of clouds of smoke and dust.

"The old man thinks that it is very likely that the Mohists wrote it, and they like to study these things the most~"

"The Mohist school has already lost its power, and this thing is extremely lethal. It hurts the peace of the world. It is not in line with the Mohist philosophy. I think it may be the public loser of the sect under the Qin Dynasty. Bronze asked the public loser, in terms of lethality. On the one hand, that's what they've always been after."

"The old man thought it wasn't them. The Gongshu family didn't study mechanism art 400 years ago, and the inheritance had already been cut off. Not to mention the ancestors who surpassed them, even the original craftsmanship was gone."

Hearing the constant debates from the people around him, Huangfusong frowned, and said calmly, "All of you are important ministers in the court, well-educated, and now the yellow turban bandits have been making trouble, intending to overthrow the orthodox state of our great Han, and you all have no way to do it? Just sit and watch the big man lose the country?!"

He roared fiercely, and the people around were silent, some of them really had no choice but others were cautious.

Regardless of the large number of people on the big man's side, most of them are fishing in troubled waters and have their own ideas. They are actually all here for Zhang Jiao.

There are so many heroes in ancient and modern times, the great man has a history of 400 years, and the revived saints are actually Confucius and Lao Tzu. The two can move mountains and seas at will, control the time of the sky, soar above the nine heavens, and look down on the kingship, just like the immortals of the nine heavens , fluttering.

These juniors see it in their eyes, and they are extremely envious in their hearts. Although their strength can reach the top military generals and top counselors, they will never be able to escape and reach the realm of saints.

Only when one reaches that level, one can truly gain great freedom and ease, and even one's life will undergo a leap, possessing the ability to live a long life and live for hundreds of years.

Hundreds of years, ordinary people rarely say that seven generations can survive, seven generations!
In the past, they were hopeless, but now a Zhangjiao has emerged, and they have achieved something that no one has been able to do in 400 years, becoming a saint against the sky.

Looking at Zhang Jiao standing on the sky, riding the thunder, and fighting against the sky, his ability to destroy the sky and the earth with every move is all admirable and greedy.

It would be great if I could obtain the secret book of Zhang Jiao's sanctification...

Seeing the expressions of the crowd, Huangfusong took a deep breath, and he already understood something in his heart. Before he left, he had received thousands of instructions from the emperor. It doesn't matter how many people die, even if he loses the battle. Bring back the secret book of Zhang Jiao's sanctification.

"Yizhen! I'm old, I still have my country, and there are so many beauties I haven't seen. I regret it. I don't want to die yet. Bring the cheat book back. As long as you bring it back, you will be the king of the big man! "

The generals who rule the country are all proud of sealing wolves to Xuxu, but now facing the crazy promise made by the emperor himself, how can Huangfusong not be moved? Seeing everyone fishing and harboring ghosts, he was immediately a little annoyed, but his expression was not overjoyed. jog.

At this moment, a sharp crane sound resounded loudly, causing everyone to look at each other, and they all turned around to look at one side.

I saw a giant crane slowly flying over the battlefield. An old man stood on top of the crane, his clothes fluttering. His unique temperament made people feel admirable.

"It turned out to be Mr. Shui Jing~"

"His old man is here too~"

"It seems that the yellow scarf thief won't be arrogant for long!"

Huangfu Song got off his horse immediately. The person who came was Mr. Shui Jing, a great Confucian who lived in seclusion in Yingchuan. "Mr. Water Mirror!"

"General Huangfu is polite."

Mr. Shui Jing laughed loudly, "Before I had some enlightenment and retreated to practice, and only after I left the closed door did I know that there was a turmoil in the world. The old man made a calculation and knew that the general was in a difficult situation. The old man has a clever plan to help the general share some of the burden. "

"Oh?" Huangfusong was overwhelmed with surprise immediately, as if he was dozing off, someone gave him a pillow, it was so wonderful, "I don't know what clever plan Mister has?"

"Everyone in the world knows that the Yellow Turban Army is just a few farmers who started to cultivate crops on weekdays. They are not even counted as grassroots bandits. They are not the opponents of the Han Army at all."

Mr. Shui Jing touched his beard, "The reason why the Yellow Turban Army is so fierce is entirely because of one person. As long as that person is removed, the Yellow Turban Army will have no leader. If there is no war, it will be chaotic! If you don't attack, you will be destroyed!"

Huangfusong obviously knew who Mr. Shui Jing was talking about, and that was Zhang Jiao. Everyone knew that killing Zhang Jiao would be useful, it would definitely be a serious injury, but if he couldn't kill him, he was a saint-level existence.

Even if there are more than [-]% of the top masters here, few people are willing to take the lead in the charge. They just watch the fire from the other side, sit and watch Zhang Jiao's game with the sky, and reap the benefits.

Huangfusong knew that Mr. Shui Jing was not talking nonsense, so he cupped his hands respectfully, "Does Mr. Shui Jing have a clever plan?"

Mr. Shui Jing smiled, and took out a palm-sized object from his sleeve. It turned out to be a mirror.

"The old man has a formation called the Eight Diagrams Formation, which can gather the yin and yang forces of the heaven and the earth and absorb the power of the eight directions. If the yin and yang forces converge, although Zhang Jiao cannot be guaranteed to be killed, at least it can seriously injure him, and let the heavens take advantage of the victory to pursue them. The morale of the army must be in turmoil, and when the time comes to attack them with an army, the Yellow Turban Army will definitely be defeated!"

This is good news.

But Huangfusong was startled, there is actually a magic circle of slaughtering saints in the world, Zhang Jiao appeared suddenly, who was the saint before Zhang Jiao?
The fate of the Han Dynasty, heaven!

This group of people is actually secretly studying how to slaughter the sky...

This is treason...

(End of this chapter)