The sister next door is a fairy

Chapter 469 Ants dare to talk about the sky?

"Is this Zhang Jiao? He really is a terrifying master."

The three of them passed through a famous terracotta warrior, and came to the bottom of the huge statue. Feng Tianyi clenched his fists tightly, and there was a bit of fighting spirit in his eyes, as if he wanted to compete with Zhang Jiao. Even though he is inferior to Zhang Jiao now, he may not be inferior in the future.

buzz-

At this moment, Xiao Ran suddenly felt a faint vibration sound, and saw a black mist escaping from Zhang Jiao's statue, accompanied by a loud and indifferent voice: "Heaven is dead, Huang Tian is dead!" Li, the year of Jiazi, the world is prosperous.

This voice also reveals a strong rebellious psychology, just like the scene of the rebellious Monkey King holding a golden cudgel, rising to the sky in anger, and rebelling against the heaven.

In the tone of the other party, Xiao Ran seemed to be able to feel Zhang Jiao's disdain for certain strengths, as well as the kind of unruly attitude that never bowed his head.

The black mist shrouded the entire underground square, and the surrounding environment seemed to have changed. In a blink of an eye, it was an ancient battlefield.

On the battlefield, there were shouts of killing everywhere, the sound of horseshoes was frenzied, sand and dust were flying all over the sky, and the torrent of two distinct soldiers collided fiercely, the bright red blood kept flying out, and various screams sounded.

And Xiao Ran also felt that he was about to transform from an outsider into an ordinary soldier to participate in this battle.

It's just that his firm will prevented him from assimilating into it. Instead, he caught a glimpse of a man wearing a Taoist robe, holding a nine-section staff in one hand, and a Taiping Sutra in the other. There is no doubt that he is Zhang Jiao. Seeing the image of the overlord who wanted to overthrow the imperial court, he looked like a compassionate Taoist priest, watching that war with pain in his eyes.

It can be seen that he really doesn't want to start this war, and he doesn't want to see so many innocent people die. Maybe he has something to hide.

"Heaven and earth are not benevolent, and treat everything as a dog. Even if I die, I will use my own actions to tell the world that even ants have the courage to resist."

Zhang Jiao suddenly withdrew his eyes, looked up at the sky, his eyes were full of a cold light of resistance and unyielding.

"It seems that you know quite a lot. Those who dare to defy the sky will die."

Suddenly, a loud voice sounded, like the voice of God, as if it came from the end of the world, echoing in the nine heavens and ten places. When the sound sounded, the place with a radius of hundreds of miles and the sight of it seemed to be completely transformed. A majestic and magnificent picture scroll, everything is completely still.

The flying dust, the floating blood, and the torn limbs were completely frozen in the air, and everyone's expressions seemed to be petrified, motionless, maybe those people didn't feel anything at all.

A dazzling figure like the sun appeared out of thin air and landed in front of Zhang Jiao. His figure was very blurred, as if the space around him had been distorted, making it hard to see his appearance clearly.

"Ants dare to talk about the sky? What a joke."

The figure that seemed to be emitting countless golden lights sneered disdainfully, and a huge palm appeared out of thin air, about to completely suppress Zhang Jiao.

However, Zhang Jiao seemed to have escaped from the picture scroll, and smiled strangely, with blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and the Taiping Sutra in his hand was automatically flipped at a very fast speed, and the ancient words in the Taiping Sutra flew like butterflies Out, a series of chains were formed, completely binding the light and shadow.

"You... how dare you? You are just an ant..."

The radiant figure roared in fear and anger.

"Ants also have the power to regret the sky."

Zhang Jiao's tone was very calm, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth that was dripping with blood.

With his other hand, he raised the nine-stalked stick, and lightly tapped it between the brows of the light and shadow.

"Do not……"

The god-like figure let out an unwilling roar, and finally his body was completely cracked, turning into golden light and dissipating, while the Taiping Sutra in Zhang Jiao's palm was completely turned into an ordinary book, blown by the wind, and turned into dust. The nine-stalk staff in his hand shattered into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

puff--

Zhang Jiao spat out a mouthful of blood, as if he had sensed something, his eyes looked over, as if they had traveled through the long river of time, and finally landed on Xiao Ran, a strange look appeared in his eyes.

He cupped his hands towards Xiao Ran and said, "Friend Daoist, take care."

As soon as the words fell, his body suddenly turned into flying ash, and the frozen picture suddenly returned to normal. Countless Yellow Turban soldiers also noticed Zhang Jiao's situation, and they not only cried out in grief: Heavenly Master...

At this time, the picture in front of him was broken into pieces. After Xiao Ran came back to his senses, he was still in the huge underground tomb. The black air around him had already disappeared. Zhang Jiao's statue seems to have completely lost some sustenance, and the statue is also vaguely covered with dense cracks.

Looking at Zhang Jiao's huge statue, Xiao Ran's heart was complicated and full of doubts.

He felt that he had come into contact with an incredible truth, but the scene he saw just now was only a part of the truth. With his current understanding of the world, he didn't know what was going on at all.

And just now he vaguely felt that Zhang Jiao was not looking at him, but someone behind him, or the shadow of someone on him. He also knew that with his current strength, it seemed that he was not enough to make Zhang Jiao look at him. Jiao called Daoist friend.

Cough cough--

At this moment, there was a coughing sound, and Qin Yujun and Feng Tianyi both woke up. Qin Yujun was better, she didn't have any mood swings, and there was a faint evil spirit emanating from her body. A strange breath.

And Feng Tianyi's eyes were a little dazed, as if he couldn't judge whether what he saw was true or not.

After a while, he came to his senses, looked at Xiao Ran and asked, "What happened just now? Did you also enter the illusion?"

"Well, not long after you left the illusion, you woke up."

Xiao Ran nodded and said.

Looking at the situation of the two of them, li xuan knew that the things they encountered were different, and everyone's harvest was also different.

"There are bloodstains around. It is estimated that some people have encountered the same thing, but they did not support it."

At this time, Qin Yujun's flashlight shone on a place, and said lightly.

Xiao Ran turned his head and looked over. There was blood on the ground, and there were traces of fighting in other places. Judging from the traces, they were all fresh, and they should be left by the group of people who entered Zhang Jiao's tomb.

After seeing this, Xiao Ran thought that in that environment before, he was almost lost in it and turned into an ordinary soldier. Perhaps if he really turned into a soldier, he would lose control and kill indiscriminately. , and even Qin Yujun and the two of them made a move.

(End of this chapter)