"The Zhenyi Sect defeated the thief for the heavens!"

"…Fight the thief for the heavens!"

"Fight the thief for the heavens..."

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The red clouds slashed through the sky, and the runes flashed on the wasteland, and the swords and shadows were densely intertwined, with crystal clear magical magic like red diamonds, spitting out a series of blazing rays of light and whistling away.

With the extremely powerful treasure technique, Xiguang turned into a red fairy sword that was clear after a bit, with extremely sharp edges and slashed at the giant bird with a huge fire.

The huge ferocious bird, which was as big as a dark cloud, let out a beast-like roar, and felt a huge danger approaching, spread its wings and hit the sky, and instantly sank into Qingming.

The wasteland was in chaos, and monks began to rush out from all directions to attack the Yellow Turban Army.

Just like the gods descending to earth, those practitioners were so holy at the last moment of despair among the refugees!

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Dozens, hundreds, and thousands of practitioners entered the venue one after another.

For a moment, the wasteland was in chaos.

Soon, between the mind or not of many practitioners, they gradually formed a line of defense in one of the wastelands, using two mountains as the horns, and a line of defense formed by cultivators from all over the world and who had never known each other, resisting the Yellow Turban Iron Cavalry like a red tide.

Seeing that the situation had been controlled, the Yellow Turban cavalry suddenly rushed out of the marching teams, and they were not holding weapons.

He shouted in unison: "The sky is dead and the yellow sky should stand!"

"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should stand!"

"The sky is dead and the yellow sky should stand!"

The Yellow Turban Army instantly turned from soldiers to devout believers, clasping special hands and shouting constantly.

What's strange is that when these people were shouting, neat echoes sounded in the wilderness, and trajectories appeared in the flow of the air, as if the wind was hovering.

"kill!"

With a loud shout like thunder, dozens of Yellow Turban troops suddenly rushed towards those righteous practitioners. The faint earth-colored light penetrated the bodies of the Yellow Turban troops and shone away, as if the gods occasionally glanced at the clouds.

It can be seen from the naked eye that the bodies of the Yellow Turban Army were all larger, and the speed was several times faster. Each foot could make a deep footprint on the ground.

What's even more strange is that the Yellow Turban Army suddenly seemed to become invulnerable. No matter how fast or sharp the swords of the monks were, they could not break through the bodies of the Yellow Turban Army. Every time they cut a sword, they would make a sound of golden swords colliding.

The Yellow Turban Army each became extremely powerful. As long as the monks were hit, they would almost die out. What's more, the Yellow Turban Army directly picked up hundreds of kilograms of stones and smashed them out.

The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the righteous monk who was still at ease just now had almost no chance to resist.

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The thunder sounded in the sky, and came from behind the clouds. The white cloud became brighter and brighter, not only the edges, but even the thick center seemed to burn, radiating light and heat to the ground.

Among the Yellow Turban Army,

A car slowly broke out, and a man wearing golden armor and a mask stood on the car, and rushed to the battlefield. He suddenly raised his hands and said aloud:

"The sky is dead, and the yellow heaven should stand. The Yellow Turban Strongman, who adheres to the will of heaven, saves all sufferings, saves water and fire on earth, and blocks the world, is to do something against the heavens, and punishes it on the day!"

Thunder rolled in the sky, surging like a vast ocean, the sky was covered with mountains and rivers, and the momentum was majestic, and the oppressed people's souls were trembling.
Chapter completed!