I practiced magic in the Three Kingdoms

Chapter 16: Huang Tian Dao Kingdom, Changing the World

In early spring, the winter snow begins to melt.

In order not to delay spring ploughing, the imperial army and the Yellow Turban Army fought a decisive battle at Gepi.

"Kill the thieves and serve the country!"

"Huang Tian is standing!"

Outside the city wall, the army was fighting fiercely. Although the Yellow Turbans of Runan were numerous, they were at a disadvantage in defense. On the contrary, the smaller government troops were well-trained, fought in formation, and pressed forward step by step.

"Break the formation! Break the formation!"

Bao Hong brandished his sword and rushed forward bravely. The Tiger-Breaking Sword was not only a martial art, but also a battle formation and a tactic. Thousands of sword lights gathered into an irresistible wave, which defeated the left wing of the Yellow Turban Army in an instant.

"Stop being so arrogant!"

The Fire Jackal He Man came forward holding a large iron rod to stop the attack. After drinking the talisman water from the Heavenly Talisman, he looked like a giant, eight feet tall, with immense strength, and no one could match him wherever he went.

"You lackey of the imperial court, take my blow!"

The big iron rod fell down with a loud bang, and then it shook off a large amount of poisonous fire. Any government soldiers who were touched by the slightest flame were immediately burned by the poisonous fire, and their bones and flesh melted away, dying in a miserable way.

Bao Hong took a closer look and saw that what was in He Man's hand was a strange weapon. It looked like a large iron rod that was wide at the top and narrow at the bottom, but in fact it was a mysterious weapon with an ingeniously designed mechanism that allowed the iron rod to be opened and closed at will, releasing the poisonous fire inside.

The dark green poisonous fire will burn whatever it comes into contact with, cannot be extinguished by water, and will even continue to release poisonous gas.

He Man already had good martial arts skills, and with the blessing of the magic power of the Heavenly Talisman, he became invulnerable to swords and spears and had infinite strength. When he charged into battle, he was like a human tank and was hard to stop.

Now he has such a weapon in his hand, which makes people even more despairing.

However, Bao Hong, who had the sub-map of the Map of Mountains, Rivers and States, did not take his opponent seriously.

"All under heaven belongs to the king. All the people in the world are his subjects!"

As soon as the formation was opened, the power of the heavenly talisman on He Man's body was suppressed. The dragon energy of the Han Dynasty was extremely domineering, and the power of thought and energy gathered from the prayers of all living beings was as vast as a river, overwhelming and unstoppable, making it the nemesis of all magic and martial arts in the world.

"How dare you do this? I will kill you today!"

Bao Hong roared, and urged his Tiger Guards to wield their swords to slash at He Man fiercely.

He Man raised the strange weapon in his hand and tried to resist, but was knocked back by the explosive force. His huge body of eighty feet tall fell into the crowd, killing a large number of Yellow Turban soldiers in an instant.

"Qu handsome!"

"Master Qu has fallen!"

The Yellow Turban Army was a motley crowd to begin with, and when they saw that He Man couldn't even block a single blow from Bao Hong, their morale immediately dropped.

"Shut up, I'm not dead yet!"

The iron rod suddenly hit the ground, and He Man struggled to get up from the ground. Although he was seriously injured, he still had the strength to fight: "You bastard, I'll kill you!"

"Hmph, I don't know whether to live or die."

Seeing that He Man dared to provoke him again, the long sword in Bao Hong's hand vibrated and gathered the energy and blood of the entire army again.

At this moment, a figure descended from the sky, accompanied by two huge Yuanqi palms carrying lightning films, which bombarded Bao Hong with force like the Five Mountains collapsing.

Bao Hong did not dare to be careless, and immediately slashed out with a sword that gathered the hearts and minds of the army and broke through the formation, and angrily said: "Innate Qi Great Handprint, it's you, the demon again!"

He Man was ecstatic: "Great and wise teacher!"

"Take the people and withdraw to the camp."

"Yes."

The mysterious masked man stepped forward to block the pass, his figure proudly standing, facing the imperial army alone with a calm and composed attitude.

Bao Hong was defeated last time, and now he was about to kill He Man, but was blocked by the mysterious masked man. He was immediately furious and wanted to settle the old grudges all at once: "You dare to appear in front of me again? This time, I will make sure you never come back."

The mysterious masked man ignored his threats and quickly formed seals with his hands, chanting the mantra: "When the soldiers and the fighters come, all the formations will be lined up in front of them. Thunder God will help me!"

Suddenly, thunder struck from the sky, making the imperial army dizzy and their offensive temporarily blocked.

Wang Jing stood in the back and witnessed the fight between the two sides. He was stunned and felt fortunate that he did not rashly go into battle with the enemy. Wasn't this guy too strong?

One person can fight against thousands of troops?
And still have the upper hand?
Who is the other party?

Seeing Bao Hong's defeat, Yuzhou Mu Huang Wan, who led local county and state soldiers and the armed forces of powerful families to support him, could no longer sit still. It was mainly the local aristocratic families and powerful families in Yuzhou who could no longer sit still.

Previously, everyone worked without putting in any effort because there was no need to waste their own strength to fight the Yellow Turban Army to the death. Some even hoped that the Yellow Turban Army would become as chaotic as possible.

These families of noble birth were all protected by forts and magic arrays. When faced with the invasion of the Yellow Turban Army, the worst that could happen was that they would have to pay some money to save their lives.

It is impossible for the Yellow Turban Army to just attack the fortress they encounter. How many people would die if they did that?

So the two sides actually had a tacit understanding. When the Yellow Turban Army attacked, the wealthy retreated to the fortress, and then gave them money and food. The Yellow Turban Army took the money and food and continued to attack the next place, and forced the people to attack the county town.

Any normal person would like to eat meat rather than chew on hard bones, and the same goes for the Yellow Turban Army. After all, rebellion is work and making money is life.

After being captured by the Yellow Turban Army, the local people basically had no chance of returning and were either dead or alive, so their land would inevitably end up in the hands of the wealthy and powerful.

Many aristocratic families actually hoped that the Yellow Turban Army would become as big as possible. By keeping the rebels as their own, they could not only plunder the land from the people at a low price, but also take the opportunity to recruit troops to strengthen their strength. It was a win-win situation.

No matter how big a mess they make, the imperial court will always be there to clean it up. It is the imperial court that will suffer, not them.

As for the worry about whether it will go too far?

Haha, there is a saying that goes, you won’t cry until you see the coffin.

If everyone could act rationally, why would there be so many wars and conflicts in the world?

But the current situation is a little different. If the Yellow Turbans in Runan are not pacified, the spring plowing in Yuzhou will be delayed in the future.

Therefore, when attacking the Yellow Turbans' Gepi base camp in Runan this time, the local noble families and wealthy families in Yuzhou also became proactive, responding enthusiastically to the court's call and showing an attitude of irreconcilable hostility towards the rebels.

Cao Ren found Wang Jing in the crowd and stepped forward happily: "Yuan Xu!"

"Zi Xiao."

The two men were very happy to meet each other and then talked about the current war situation.

"Zixiao, this great and wise teacher of the Yellow Turban Army is very powerful. Can we defeat him?"

"Yuan Xu can rest assured. With Huang Yuzhou here, a mere mountain Taoist priest is not worth a sneer."

Hearing Cao Ren's words, Wang Jing was also surprised: "Is Huang Yuzhou very powerful?"

He was deeply skeptical about this. After all, he had seen Huang Wan several times before. He was just an ordinary old man who was powerless and looked quite knowledgeable and well-educated, but he really couldn't tell what was so great about him.

Cao Ren's expression became serious, and his tone became solemn: "Very strong! Huang Yuzhou's Confucian magical powers are already amazing, and now he is the governor of Yuzhou. He can legitimately call upon the luck of the whole state. Unless Zhang Jue is resurrected, this guy in front of us will definitely not be his opponent."

Wang Jing wanted to ask more questions, but the situation on the battlefield changed again.

Bao Hong swung his sword repeatedly, but was unable to break through the powerful enemy in front of him. At this time, the highly respected Huang Wan finally stood up. Although he was not tall, he had an overwhelming power.

Wang Jing only took a glance at it, and a sentence from Mencius popped up in his mind: "Wealth and honor cannot corrupt him, poverty and humbleness cannot move him, power and force cannot bend him. This is what is called a real man."

Huang Wan climbed onto the high platform, reciting a manifesto to fight the rebels, and recounting the severe disasters that the Yellow Turban Rebellion in Runan had brought to the land of Yuzhou.

Gradually, the energy of the people of Yuzhou gathered together.

Although most of the soldiers in the Yellow Turban Army were refugees from Yuzhou, they had no land or property, so they did not have much Yuzhou luck.

On the contrary, it was because they started the war that many farmers went bankrupt and small landlords lost their families.

The dragon energy of a dynasty does not distinguish between good and evil, but only judges one's status by luck.

The concept of luck is not illusory. It is essentially determined by the amount of resources one possesses. Therefore, the higher the position one holds, the stronger one's luck.

The essence of dragon energy is actually civilization and order!

Because only civilization and order can gather the wishes of all living beings, and only those who can provide fortune for the dragon energy can be recognized by the dragon energy.

The Yellow Turban Army was obviously not recognized by the Han Dynasty.

The dragon energy of Yuzhou slowly took shape in Huang Wan's hands, and finally gathered into a divine sword with unparalleled vast aura.

This sword has the wise and brave warriors as its tip, and it can be used to shock honest men, to support virtuous men, to guard the loyal and holy men, and to support heroic men. It is straight and unparalleled, and has no upper limit. It has no lower limit, and no sideways movement.

Follow the round sky and follow the three lights.

Follow the rules of the earth and follow the four seasons.

To moderate the people's will and bring peace to the four villages. "The Yellow Turban rebels should be punished for their crimes!"

Just as the sword intent of the magic sword reached its peak, Huang Wan put his fingers together as a sword and slashed towards the direction of the mysterious masked man from a distance.

In an instant, the sword intent filled the heaven and earth, boundless and mighty.

Once this sword is used, it is as powerful as thunder. All within the four directions will submit and obey your orders!
Click~
The mask of the mysterious masked man began to shatter, and his soul was instantly chopped off by the invisible sword formed by the gathering of thought energy.

Bao Hong was overjoyed when he saw it: "What a great sword for a prince! You bastard, prepare your death!"

He swung his sword forward again, and this time, he easily chopped the ghost mask into pieces and cut off the head of the mysterious masked man.

However, when he saw the head clearly, Bao Hong was shocked.

It was because the head he was holding was already charred and yellow, and it was not the head of a living person at all. It was obvious that the person had been dead for a long time.

What’s even more terrible is that Bao Hong recognized this head!

General Zhang Bao!

Soon, Huang Wan came to Bao Hong's side with a serious expression, looked at the head in his hand, and said in a stern tone with a bit of doubt: "Ghost Dao secret technique, resurrection of the dead?"

"It's just a little trick, but I'm sorry to make you laugh."

At some point, two identical figures appeared in front of Huang Wan and Bao Hong. They both wore ghost masks and were dressed in the same attire.

Huang Wan looked gloomy. Looking at the two mysterious masked men who had just appeared in front of him, he felt worse than ever before. "I can't laugh."

Bao Hong's expression was even more grim: "How dare you steal the bodies of Zhang Jiao, Zhang Bao, and Zhang Liang? You have done something so against the will of heaven. Aren't you afraid of disasters from heaven that will destroy your souls?"

"We? Hehe~"

The two mysterious masked men sneered in unison.

Compared to Bao Hong, who only practiced martial arts, Huang Wan, who was specialized in Confucianism and meditation, obviously had a better vision and was able to see through the true identities of the two mysterious masked men in front of him: "Captain Bao, be careful, this person has practiced the Three Corpses Method. If any corpse is beheaded, as long as there is one corpse left, he will not really die."

"The Taoist Three Corpses Technique!"

Bao Hong took a deep breath. He had naturally heard of this strange martial art before, but he always regarded it as a strange legend. He never thought that he would actually encounter the real thing in this life.

At this moment, he didn't know whether he should be thankful for his good luck or complain about his bad luck.

"Huang Yuzhou is indeed well-informed, but it's a pity that your sword of the princes has already killed one of my corpses. Can you draw your sword again next time?"

Huang Wan felt helpless when he heard this, it was obvious that the other party was very familiar with the limitations of thought energy. Although the power of thought energy was unlimited in theory, people's ability to bear it was limited.

What's more, the swords of the princes must gather the luck of a state. Although the luck can be restored, it takes time!
"Who are you?"

"Huang Yuzhou, why don't you take a guess?"

Bao Hong was furious when he saw his opponent was so rampant: "No matter how profound your Taoism is, I have the map of mountains, rivers and states, which is enough to suppress you!"

"In that case, let's see for ourselves."

When Bao Hong slashed with his sword, he only cut off two afterimages. It turned out that the opponent did not come in person, but only sent out two afterimages.

Huang Wan looked at Ge Pi with a solemn expression: "This person should still be in the city. He can practice the Three Corpses Technique and still maintain his sanity. This person is extraordinary."

In his heart, Bao Hong cursed Huang Wan and the local noble families in Yuzhou: "If it weren't for you insects who didn't work hard and caused the map of mountains and rivers in my hands to be consumed too much, how could I be helpless at this time!?"

But it is useless to argue about these things now. The rebellion cannot be quelled, and Bao Hong, as the commander-in-chief, is most responsible!
Huang Wan was the governor of a province and had a great reputation both in the court and in the opposition. He had countless people supporting him, so the blame could not fall on him at all.

Bao Hong was so angry that he could only give the order: "All troops, attack. We must win this battle!"

"Hey, it's finally our turn."

Cao Ren stood up with his sword drawn, and looked at Wang Jing excitedly: "Yuan Xu, I heard that you killed the ghost tiger Huang Shao, I can't let you take all the credit."

"Okay, let's see who can get more military merits."

Wang Jing was equally eager to try, but he was too far away and did not hear the conversation between Huang Wan and the mysterious masked man. He only saw Huang Wan kill an enemy general with a wave of his hand, and thought that the next battle would be a favorable one.

Just as he was about to imagine a bright future, Wang Ling looked up in confusion and asked in surprise: "Why did the sky get dark?"

Xu Lan shook her head: "It's not getting darker, it's getting yellower."

Wang Jing had a bad feeling when he heard this, and he quickly looked up to observe the changes in the sky: "It's noon now, why does the sky give people a feeling of dusk?"

The twelve-hour system was already in use during the Western Zhou Dynasty.

In the Han Dynasty, it was named midnight, cockcrow, dawn, sunrise, mealtime, noon, midday, sunset, evening, sunset, dusk, and nightfall.

The government troops led by Bao Hong started the attack at mealtime, and now it is noon.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned into dusk, and even the scorching sun turned blood red, filled with an ominous atmosphere.

Gepi, deep in the Yellow Turban Army’s base camp.

Mysterious masked men stood on the left and right of a huge magic circle. Although their souls had different memories and personalities, they actually came from the same origin.

Therefore, they cast spells in perfect harmony.

They were seen making hand seals and chanting incantations, and soon a spherical artifact began to operate. The artifact was yellow in color, and at first glance it looked like topaz, but upon closer inspection, it was not.

In fact, this is the product of the fusion of solidified death energy, resentment and spiritual energy!
"The country of Tao is established."

"This weapon was made by Zhang Jue, but unfortunately he was defeated too quickly, so it was only an embryo at that time. Now it has the prototype of a national treasure."

"The sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established, and the age of Jiazi will be good for the world."

“This weapon should be named Huang Tian Dao Guo.”

Boom~
A huge force that could change the world rose into the sky. A strange yellow light penetrated the sky and turned the clear sky into dusk.

This force, with Gepi as its center, continued to spread and extend in all directions, soon turning the colorful world into a dark scene like the underworld.

Wang Jing watched the surrounding scenery change from bright to dim, and his heart suddenly started to alarm: "Fuck, is it too late to run now!?"

There's something wrong with this picture!

what happened?

It was clear that the government troops had the upper hand, so why did they suddenly look like they were on the verge of a crushing defeat?

At this moment, a loud voice resounded throughout the heaven and earth.

"The sky is dead, and the sky is dead."

"The sky is dead, and the sky is dead."

……

It was like a brainwashing magic sound. Those with weaker cultivation were immediately pinned to the ground and unable to move. Many people even screamed in pain, as if their brains were being smashed with a hammer.

"Heaven... Yellow Heaven..."

Wang Jing activated the Danyu Holy Flame in his body, and his brain regained some clarity. Then his expression suddenly changed: "The Yellow Turban Army wants to replace the Blue Sky with the Yellow Sky?"

"No, it's not that I want to, but I have already succeeded!"

Looking at the frightening yellow sky above, Wang Jing instantly felt as if the world had been changed by someone. He looked around and found that Wang Ling and Xu Lan had blurred eyes, as if they had been brainwashed. They immediately made a sound similar to the cry of a phoenix: "Wake up!"

The Phoenix Feather Fairy Sound, like the sound of nature, instantly exorcised the evil spirits and broke the spell, successfully bringing the consciousness of the people around her back.

Cao Ren was lucky. He was not far from Wang Jing, so he was able to come back to his senses. After he regained consciousness, his face changed drastically: "We must leave as soon as possible. Now our army has lost the advantage of time and place. Under the cover of Huang Tian, ​​any force that is not Huang Tian Dao will be suppressed. We are no match for the Yellow Turban Army!"

Wang Jing made a prompt decision: "Retreat!"

At the same time, the main force of the government army was awakened by Huang Wan's Confucian teachings, but the defeat was already difficult to reverse.

Afterwards, He Man, He Yi and Liu Pi rushed out of the camp, pursued the government troops all the way and defeated them.

Among them, He Man pursued Wang Jing and others relentlessly: "Wang Ling, give me back my second brother's life!"

Wang Jing looked at Wang Ling: "Yanyun, you are causing trouble outside again."

Wang Ling didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "Second brother, you killed He Man's second brother He Yong with your own hands, how can you put the blame on me?"

"Nonsense, who saw it?"

At this moment, Wang Jing rode Jueying and fled with everyone, and when Yi Zhong's soldiers saw that their commander was still chatting and laughing, their originally panicked hearts calmed down.

After all, his own commander is not afraid, so what is there to worry about when his own life is in tatters?
(End of this chapter)