Supreme Beauty, I summon the heroes to establish the Supreme Divine Dynasty

"Alas, the world is so ignorant, and Your Highness the Princess is no exception. Why do you have to do this?"

Zhang Bao spoke slowly, but his hands moved as fast as lightning. He grabbed Sima Yanran's scimitar with one hand and sealed off her magic power.

"You are the future empress of Great Xia, and I cannot be disrespectful to you. I can only do this for now, princess, please forgive me."

Sima Yanran's eyes were almost spitting fire.

She still had the nerve to say respect, what about disrespect.

However, after a while, she got the answer.

Because when the guards of the City Lord's Mansion heard the noise and rushed in to save her, this Zhang Bao just chanted a Taoist name, a strange yellow light flashed, and hundreds of guards suddenly showed fanatical expressions, knelt on the ground, and shouted for peace in the world.

As Zhang Bao waved his hand, they jumped up excitedly, their eyes shining, shouting slogans such as"Cang Tian is dead, Huang Tian should be established", and rushed out frantically.

Looking at this absurd and weird scene in front of her, thinking of those guards who seemed to have changed into different people in an instant, her heart was extremely cold.

"What kind of witchcraft is this?"

"How terrible! I don't want to become such an irrational lunatic."

Zhang Bao beside him nodded with satisfaction.

"Your Highness, please cooperate and don't embarrass me."

Sima Yanran closed her eyes in despair.......

Overnight, large-scale riots broke out in more than 30 cities in the south of the Dali Dynasty.

Half of the country was plunged into bloody storm. A group of evil people wearing yellow turbans and claiming peace appeared from the cracks in the ground. In a short time, they set off a huge wave and caught everyone off guard....This is the official name of Dali. It has grown rapidly at an incredible speed.

When people got the news, there were more than one million people.

They were like locusts crossing the border, plundering the southern cities of the Dali Dynasty, unstoppable.

And as the number of people continued to grow, they gradually spread to the north.

Hu Tianxiong, the Grand Commander stationed on the southern border of Dali, finally couldn't sit still.

The situation in the south had deteriorated so much overnight, although it had nothing to do with him.

But he had the most troops nearby. If the rescue was not timely, he would be blamed and become a handle for some people to attack.

He hurriedly left 100,000 elite soldiers to continue defending the country, and then he led 200,000 troops to the north to quell the rebellion.

Because the incident happened in a hurry, he was anxious and in a hurry, and it was in his own dynasty, so it was inevitable that he was a little careless.

When the army crossed a natural canyon, it fell into an ambush of the Yellow Turban Army.

Rolling wood, thunder stones, rockets and fiery oil poured down like rain, and the hay and sulfur that had been scattered on the bottom of the valley were ignited, and the raging fire submerged the entire valley.

The wailing and screaming were earth-shattering, and those who heard them were sad and those who saw them wept.

Hu Tianxiong's eyes immediately turned red, and blood was dripping from the corners of his eyes. He was filled with remorse and annoyance, and his heart was burning.

He roared wildly and flew to the cliff next to him, ready to kill.

However, he was stopped by an old Taoist priest wearing a Taoist robe and holding a nine-section staff.

"The world is full of difficulties and hardships. Donor, are you willing to join my Taiping Dao and be free from worries~"

The voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by Hu Tianxiong. His body stiffened, and he felt a strange breath rushing into his mind along with the voice.

"Ah!"

My soul was trembling, and my head was splitting with pain, as if a red-hot iron rod had been inserted into my head, stirring wildly inside.

""The blue sky is dead, the yellow sky should be established. In the year of Jiazi, the world is blessed."

Another voice came, and

Hu Tianxiong's eyes flashed with a fierce struggle, sometimes sober, sometimes crazy. He wanted to draw his sword and kill the demon, but he couldn't do it. His body was nailed in the air, unable to move.

Zhang Jiao smiled, a breath of compassion filled the sky, and a faint yellow light enveloped the fields, like a god or a demon, weird and strange.

"Donor, the time has come. If you have not yet joined my Taiping Dao, when will you?"

"Ah! Hateful, demon...Monster...."

Hu Tianxiong roared angrily, but his voice gradually became weaker. After a moment, his whole body trembled, and the depths of his pupils were completely covered by yellow divine light.

"Dao Master, I, the sinner Hu Tianxiong, am willing to join the Taiping Dao, kill corrupt officials, get rid of evildoers, and restore peace to the world."

The powerful late-stage Grandmaster finally knelt down in the air, paying homage with great respect, his eyes filled with fiery madness.......

Liubo Mountain is the intersection of the three kingdoms in the southern part of Tianjiao Domain.

The terrain here is not high and there is no strategic location to defend. Because people have been fighting and dying here for many years, even the air is faintly filled with the smell of blood.

Today, the three kingdoms are in a stalemate and there is no war for the time being, but a large number of soldiers and horses are crossing over the low mountain that should have been peaceful.

Wang Jian rode astride the dragon-scale unicorn, stroked the hilt of his sword, and looked around.

Not far ahead was Bishui City, the southern border barrier of the Dahong Dynasty.

His blood began to boil, and an astonishing divine light surged in his eyes.

This general, one of the four famous generals of the Warring States Period, who had been on the battlefield for a long time and had massacred cities and destroyed countries, gradually regained his former glory.

"Our Great Xia will eventually dominate the heavens and be the only one who reigns supreme. Today, let me lead my men to take this firm step."

The arrival of hundreds of thousands of troops had already alarmed the soldiers of the Dahong Dynasty.

The commander of the Southern Army, Xiao Changfeng, laughed in anger.

"Well, the small Xia country is so ignorant that it dares to take the initiative to attack and provoke our Dahong.

It is simply courting death.

Jiang Hao has been blinded by lard, even his father died in our hands, how can he have the courage to do this."

A general next to him sneered,

"Maybe he heard the news of the rebellion in Dali and thought there was an opportunity.

Little did he know that those chickens and dogs under his command were not enough to fill the teeth of our Dahong elite. It is too naive and ridiculous to think that by forcibly conscripting 300,000 civilians, they can cause us harm."

There was a laugh in the big tent.

These people present did not believe how much combat power the Daxia army had.

The Beichuan Army, which used to be so powerful, had been wiped out by the coalition forces of their two countries.

It has only been a short time, and even if Jiang Hao peed and made mud, he couldn't make 300,000 mud dolls.

Therefore, those Xia army on the opposite side must be civilians who were forcibly conscripted temporarily.

Maybe they are holding hoes and sickles in their hands. Let alone killing people, it would be difficult to kill chickens.

In an atmosphere of ease and contempt, Xiao Changfeng waved his hand,

"You still can't be careless. Even if it's 300,000 pigs, it will take some effort to kill them.

But since they are rushing to die, we don't have to show mercy.

Pass the order, the whole army will go out, follow me, let's go to harvest heads."

Everyone laughed and left. Not long after, drums and trumpets sounded, the four gates of Bishui City opened, and a steady stream of Dahong troops rushed out.

On the vast and flat land, hundreds of thousands of troops met, the black crowd was boundless, the drums sounded like thunder, and the murderous aura rushed to the sky.

Wang Jian stood in front of the army with a knife in his hand, his momentum was majestic and as steady as a mountain.

300,000 Daqin elites lined up horizontally and vertically, forming a strict military formation. Except for the occasional neighing of horses, there was not even a trace of noise.

But this kind of unknown and silent performance made many soldiers and generals of the Dahong Dynasty feel chilled and cold.