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Chapter 276 Qianlong Leaping, Who Is The True King (25)
"General, Your Majesty's golden order has arrived." A personal guard rushed into the commander's tent, and presented a palm-sized token with both hands. This seal was the Dayong Jinling.

Ordinary people see it as a gorgeous token carved with dragons and painted with phoenixes, but in the eyes of Taoists, it is a five-clawed golden dragon hovering on it. If you look directly at it, you will burn your eyes.

"Very good, very good." Wei Nian grabbed Dayong's golden order and showed it.

"The emperor has ordered, and all laws are scattered."

I saw the five-clawed golden dragon transformed into a long chant by the Dayong Kingdom Movement, and the white mist that shrouded the battlefield was swept away by this long chant, and the dark clouds in the sky were swept away by the dragon's claws, and instantly dissipated. heavy rain.

Once this Taoism was broken, the army soul with the appearance of a white tiger roared loudly.

"kill"

After the Taoism dissipated, there were arrangements from all parties, and the soldiers of Da Yong immediately regrouped, and with a loud shout of killing, countless soldiers poured into Julu City.

Those fanatical Yellow Turban believers were also fearless of death, and after Wu Chongxiao rushed into Julu City, they gathered again, trying to block the Da Yong soldier with their flesh and blood.

It's a pity that this time, their numbers are not dominant.

The rain of arrows shot directly into the city from outside the city. In an instant, there were countless wailing sounds, and then there was the sound of slashing with sharp knives entering the body.

Wu Chongxiao rushed to the altar with five hundred soldiers, but the scene in front of him frightened him.

Bones are everywhere around the altar. According to the style of clothes, it is easy to see that these belong to those yellow scarf fighters.

And in the middle of the altar, Huang Quan was as skinny as a skeleton. If it wasn't for a layer of skin, anyone who saw it would think it was a mummy.

Huang Quan held a nine-segment staff in his hand, and kept saying something loudly, which sounded like a sacrificial oration.

But the words were extremely weird, and Wu Chongxiao couldn't help but feel chills all over his body, because not only did he not understand, but he was also disgusted by this language.

And as he said, the black mist on the Qiyun Huangjiao on Julu City became more and more, and it looked like a black dragon.

But a strong sense of terror is constantly brewing.

Wu Chongxiao stopped the horse under his crotch, and the five hundred soldiers behind him also stopped.

"I use people's hearts as sacrifices to exchange for peace in the world."

Huang Quan frantically waved the nine-jointed stick in his hand, and mumbled his request loudly.

And the black fog filled up from under the altar, making it impossible for Wu Chongxiao and the five hundred soldiers to move.

"Brother, what should we do now." Wu Chongxiao could only rely on Wu Mingkong.

But what could Wu Mingkong do? If he hadn't been suppressed, he might still be able to make two moves with the opponent. In this situation, Wu Mingkong could only remain silent.

In the absence of Yunyuwu Sandao, who released the same Taoism as a bug at the cost of Huangjiao's luck, Wei Nian and Dayong's soldiers arrived soon.

It's just that it's a little late in Wei Nian, and he saw a black mist gather and disperse into a prism straight into the sky.

Even the luck of that Huangjiao was melted into it.

"The emperor has ordered, and all laws are scattered."

Wei Nian didn't panic when he saw this scene, and revealed the Dayong Jin Ling again.

I saw the five-clawed golden dragon representing the fortune of the Great Yong Dynasty sweeping over, but the black pillar remained motionless, and the tail of the five-clawed golden dragon was covered with a trace of black mist.

The black mist just hit the dragon's tail, but it grows when the wind blows.

There was also an obvious crack on the Dayong Jin Token in Wei Nian's hand.

Although Wei Nian, the soldiers, and even Wu Chongxiao couldn't see the battle at the level of luck, they could still guess it from the crisp cracking sound.

It seemed that the Dayong Jinling was at a disadvantage in the confrontation with the leader of the Yellow Turban, Huang Quan, which caused everyone's expressions to change.

"Brother, what should I do?" Wu Chongxiao asked Wu Mingkong for help.

"What should I do? Listen to my orders when the time comes, and run if you say run." Just a moment after Wu Mingkong spoke, the black mist had already penetrated through the gaps in the five-clawed golden dragon's scales, and the scales at the tail began to fall off. rot.

When Wu Chongxiao heard Wu Mingkong's words, his complexion became ugly. He didn't expect that Wu Mingkong would not be optimistic about Dayong's side.

When the Yellow Turban Bandit was besieged in the previous life, there was no such situation. He wondered if his rebirth caused this series of changes.

From Lan Xuhui's rescue of Zhang Ning to self-enlistment of Xiangyong to encircle and suppress the Yellow Turban bandits, the results of each action were beyond Wu Chongxiao's expectations, which made him a little frustrated.

And every time, Wu Mingkong was asked to come to the rescue, obviously because he was not good at doing things.

Wu Mingkong was also a little terrified, this black mist was unusual, Wu Mingkong couldn't see through it, especially this black mist could interfere with such illusory things as luck.

Generally speaking, this kind of luck is invisible to normal people, unless it is possible to see it with methods such as the qi-watching technique, and the same is true of Wu Mingkong's "Shifting Stars and Different Places".

And normal energies such as mana and internal energy, which are visible or perceptible to the naked eye, cannot interfere with luck, and the black mist is obviously beyond Wu Mingkong's cognition.

Among the black prisms, a skull that had completely lost its flesh and blood protruded from it.

The empty eye sockets were filled with black mist, and the bony arm was holding a nine-jointed staff. From the width of the skull's lower and upper jaws, it could be seen that he was smiling.

"The sky is dead, and the yellow sky will stand."

"When people's hearts are sacrificed, the world will be peaceful."

Wei Nian's face was ugly, and he could hear Huang Quan's ferocity just by listening to the four characters of "sacrifice".

But Wu Mingkong and the other Taoists could hear something was wrong.

Wu Mingkong raised his head and looked at the five-clawed golden dragon with its tail rotten and wrapped in black mist soaring straight into the sky.

In an instant, Wu Mingkong immediately understood Huang Quan's true intention.

On Dayong's side, some Taoists with advanced cultivation bases knew Huang Quan's intentions in an instant.

"Not good, General Wei quickly put away the gold order."

The Taoist had just finished yelling, but he saw that the five-clawed golden dragon transformed by the trace of the Great Yong's National Luck brought by the Great Yong Jinling had already been rotten, and it couldn't even fly, so it fell off.

This drop fell directly on the soldiers of Dayong. Although invisible and intangible, those soldiers didn't feel it, but the Taoist was miserable. Although most of them were rotten, the other half was still the luck of Dayong, but it scattered in all directions. Come on, the magic power of all the Taoists was directly suppressed, the better ones were pale and crumbling, and the ones who were almost repaired bled from their seven orifices, passed out, and even Dao Ji was affected.

"Yellow Turban Thief wants to curse and kill" a Taoist cultivator who cultivated as a Japanese tourer hadn't finished shouting, and he fell down straight, and he couldn't bear the oppression of the national destiny.

(End of this chapter)