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Chapter 122 Shui Jing’s Slaughtering Saint Bagua Formation

As the saying goes, money can make the world go round.

The Imperial Court of the Han Dynasty has controlled the world for four hundred years, its territory has expanded dozens of times compared to the past, and its resources are extremely rich. It is the most powerful family in the world.

I thought that by gathering hundreds of millions of troops, coupled with countless top-notch generals, great Confucian scholars, and strange people, it would be easy to destroy the Yellow Turban Army, which was born with mud legs. However, unexpectedly, it was 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 none other than Huangfu Song, the top military general of the Han Dynasty. He was frightened when he looked at those weird things that were sitting on top of the mammoths and constantly spraying blue flames.

Although the lethality of this thing is not as fierce as that of a bow and arrow, the key is that it is fast and has a large killing area. It seems that the operators, who are just civilians, can control it.

The faster he thought, the faster he bent his bow and arrow. The bow was like a full moon, turning into a shooting star, and instantly pierced a mammoth elephant. With a long roar, the giant elephant collapsed, raising thousands of smoke and dust.

"I think it's probably the work of the Mo family, and they are the crooked ones who like to study these things the most~"

"The power of the Mohist family has long been reduced, and this thing is extremely lethal and harms the harmony of the world. It is not in line with the philosophy of the Mohist family at all. I think it may be Gongshu, a sect that once violently attacked Qin. Bronze asked Gongshu, in terms of lethality.

In terms of quality, this has always been what they are pursuing.”

"I thought it wasn't them. The Gongshu family stopped studying machine arts four hundred years ago, and the inheritance has long been discontinued. Not to mention the ancestors who surpassed them, even the original craftsmanship is gone."

Listening to the constant arguments of the people around him, Huangfu Song frowned and said calmly, "All the princes are important ministers in the court and have a lot of knowledge. Now the Yellow Turban bandits have been causing chaos and intend to overthrow the orthodox country of the Han Dynasty. You don't have the slightest idea? Is it possible that you can't do anything about it?

Just sit back and watch the big man lose the country?!"

He roared fiercely, and the people watching around him remained silent. Some of them really had no choice, while others had their own thoughts.

Although there are many people here, most of them are fishing in troubled waters and have their own agendas. In fact, they are all here for Zhang Jiao.

There are so many heroes in ancient and modern times, and the great Han Dynasty has been in the country for four hundred years. The resurrected saints are actually Confucius and Laozi. They can move mountains and seas at will, control the weather, travel in the nine heavens, and look down upon the royal power, just like the mystery of the nine heavens.

Immortal, fluttering and Ruoran.

These younger generations saw it in their eyes and felt extremely envious in their hearts. Although their strength could reach the level of top generals and top counselors, they would never be able to escape and reach the realm of saints.

Only when you reach that state can you truly gain great freedom and ease, and even experience a leap in life, with the ability to live longer and live hundreds of more years.

Hundreds of years, it is rare for an ordinary family to survive seven generations, seven generations!

They had no hope before, but now Zhang Jiao suddenly appeared and managed to do something that no one had been able to do for four hundred years, defying heaven and becoming a saint.

Looking at Zhang Jiao who stands on the sky, controls the thunder, and fights with the sky, with the ability to destroy the heaven and the earth with every move, it makes people sigh and feel greedy.

It would be great if I could get Zhang Jiao’s secret book to become a saint...

Looking at the expressions of everyone, Huangfu Song took a deep breath and already understood something in his heart. Before he left, he had received numerous instructions from the emperor. It didn't matter how many people died, and it didn't matter even if he lost the battle. He must do it.

Bring back the secret book of Zhang Jiao's sanctification.

"Yizhen! I am old, I still have my kingdom, and there are still so many beauties that I have not seen. I regret that I don't want to die yet. Bring the secret book back. As long as I bring it back, you will be the king of the Han Dynasty!

"

The generals who govern the country are all proud of entrusting the wolf to Xu, but now faced with the crazy promise made by the emperor himself, Huangfu Song is not moved. Seeing everyone fishing for fish with evil intentions, he is suddenly a little angry, but he is not overjoyed, and his fingers are slightly moved.

of little movement.

At this moment, a sharp crane sounded loudly, causing everyone to look in different directions and turn to look in one direction.

I saw a giant crane flying slowly, crossing the battlefield as if it were a deserted place. An old man stood on top of the crane, with the hem of his clothes flying. His unique temperament made people respect him.

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

"His old man is here too~"

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

Huangfu Song immediately stood up and dismounted. The visitor was Mr. Shui Jing, a great Confucian who lived in seclusion in Yingchuan. He was proficient in Qimen, art of war, and Confucian classics. He was also particularly good at teaching students, teaching and educating people. He had peaches and plums all over the world. He was a truly well-connected person.

"Mr. Shuijing!"

"General Huangfu is welcome."

Mr. Shui Jing laughed loudly, "I had some enlightenment before and practiced in seclusion. After I came out of seclusion, I realized that the world was in turmoil. I made some calculations and realized that the general was in a difficult situation. I have a clever plan to help the general share some of the burden.

"

"Oh?" Huangfu Song was immediately pleasantly surprised. He felt like he was dozing off and someone gave him a pillow. It was so wonderful. "I wonder what you have got, sir?"

"Everyone in the world knows that the Yellow Turban Army is just a few farmers who usually cultivate crops. They are not even considered grass bandits. They are no match for the Han Army."

Mr. Shui Jing stroked 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 be leaderless and will be in chaos without fighting! It will be destroyed without attack!"

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

Even if there are more than 80% of the top experts in the Han Dynasty gathered here, few people are willing to take the lead in the charge. They just watch the fire from the other side below, sit back and watch the game between Zhang Jiao and the sky, and reap the benefits.

Huangfusong knew that Mr. Shui Jing was not talking nonsense, so he immediately bowed his hands respectfully, "Does Mr. Shui Jing have any clever ideas?"

Mr. Shui Jing smiled and took out a palm-sized object from his sleeve. It turned out to be a mirror. The back was black and white and clearly organized. It turned out to be the Bagua Array.

"I have a formation called the Bagua Formation, which can gather the power of yin and yang from heaven and earth and absorb the power from all directions. If the power of yin and yang gathers, although it cannot guarantee the death of Zhang Jiao, it can at least seriously injure him, and then let the sky take advantage of the victory to pursue the Yellow Turban Army.

The morale of the army will definitely be in chaos. When the time comes and we raise our troops to attack them, the Yellow Turban Army will be defeated!"

This is good news.

But Huangfusong was shocked. There was actually a magic circle for killing saints in the world. You must know that Zhang Jiao appeared suddenly. Who was the saint before Zhang Jiao?

The national destiny of the Han Dynasty, Heaven!

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

This is rebellion...

(End of chapter)