Chapter 134 Cangtian

The son of destiny, known as the son of heaven.

However, someone killed the son of destiny.

Zhang Jiao glanced at Liu Bei.

Liu Bei could not move.

Dong Zhuo shot Liu Bei with an arrow.

Even the son of destiny fell under Dong Zhuo.

The son of destiny is not undead.

If you have good luck, you may not be dead.

However, killing Tian’s son completely provoked Tian.

God is angry.

Then a divine formation descended to the world.

A terrifying thunder sounded from the sky.

From east to west, from north to south, the sound rolled and rang throughout the sky.

Hundreds of thousands of people in the field were also hurt by the thunder, and their knees became weak and they almost collapsed to the ground.

This is the real thunder - the sound of thunder!

Compared with this thunder from the sky, the sound of swords, arrows, collisions, and screams that sounded from time to time in the bloody war in the fields before seemed so weak and powerless, just like a child's thing.

………

The divine formation came into being, and it brought great shock to the world as soon as it appeared.

Lu Yun was still sitting in the talisman car, feeling the vast and boundless energy in the void, and his eyes gradually became solemn.

A thunder, just an appetizer, already has such power! Even a master at the grandmaster level may not be able to withstand its remaining power.

The divine thunder is terrifying. Even the most powerful general or Taoist in the world, if you encounter this divine thunder, you will probably be destroyed!

What's next?

He couldn't help but look at his senior brother, Zhang Jiao, a great master.

Oh, God kill!

The weak are self-righteous and always call for the heavenly beings. Only when their cultivation is strong enough to reach the peak of the world do they realize that this sentence contains the most real, vivid, heroic and magnificent struggle!

Because the sky is too strong.

Even the most powerful person seems to have become a small existence compared to the sky.

And now, this most powerful man is looking at the sky.

Thunder sounded in the sky.

The great master did not show any surprise.

He had long been accustomed to the rolling thunder.

In the past few decades, there have been thunder flashing far above his head, but it has not fallen.

Now, he took a look and used great force to prevent the so-called son of destiny from escaping, and finally revealed himself to the divine formation.

The divine formation naturally comes to the world.

The sound of thunder is the sound of the activation of the divine formation.

After the thunder, infinite light suddenly emanated from above the sky.

It's like a sun.

Glorious.

Don't look directly at it.

...

There were originally clouds in the sky, because Taoist masters called wind and rain, turning this world into a dark night.

But the sudden light swept away all the darkness.

Light curtains fell down and gathered together, rippling like water waves, wrapping up the entire battlefield.

In the light curtain, countless illusory scenes appeared like a quick glance, including figures of ancient clothes, magnificent palaces, and the generosity of fighting the world with golden swords and iron horses.

Countless pictures seem to tell the world the glorious history of the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years. In the end, all the phantoms condensed and turned into a surging giant wearing a royal robe and holding a divine sword.

"Great Master!"

"It's Emperor Gaozu!"

"God-Emperor Gao appears and kill the Yellow Turban bandits!"

The appearance of the surging giant brought an incredible uproar to the entire battlefield.

Whether it was Cao Cao or Yuan Shao and Yuan Shu, who were from the four generations and three kings, could easily recognize that the magnificent giant was no one else, but Liu Bang, the founding emperor of the Han Dynasty!

The sword in the hand of Emperor Gaozu is the legendary magic sword - the Chixiao magic sword!

The great man's divine formation appeared in the world again!

Just as it appeared above Wang Mang's head hundreds of years ago...

In the Luoyang City of the Great Han Dynasty, in the imperial palace, Emperor Ling of Han was addicted to his own world and had a great time having fun.

Beside him was the Ten Eunuchs who were hated by the world, smiling with a smile on his face.

The master's mood has changed so quickly these days that they can't figure it out.

After finally getting happy today, they naturally had to serve them well.

Suddenly, Emperor Ling of Han felt something faintly. He was silent for a moment and knelt down.

"Old ancestors! Please bless unworthy descendants!"

Emperor Ling of Han knelt down to the sky and shouted.

Let the great Emperor Gaozu kill all the traitors!

In that way, he can enjoy peace again.

...

Not far from the palace of Luoyang City, there is a temple.

It is called White Horse Temple.

An old monk sat in the temple, chanting scriptures as before, and suddenly raised his head.

He saw the scene in the distant eastern sky.

The chanting of scriptures suddenly stopped.

The old monk lowered his head and shrank himself, as if he wanted to cover up all his breath.

The firmness and calmness in the past have long been unknown where I went, but sweat gradually seeped out from my forehead.

Oh my God!

When the sky is alive, he has to shrink.

...

The land of Jingzhou.

Pang Degong and Sima Hui looked at the giant in the sky, with a little more respectful expression on their faces.

Even though they were outsiders, they still expressed their respect for Emperor Gaozu who created the Han Dynasty.

"Why are the great wise and good teachers? He is no match for God after all!" Pang Degong shook his head and sighed a little.

Only the Taoist Taoist master of Taiping Dao can enable the rumored divine formation.

But even if it is fellow Daoist Zhang, how can he fight with the sky?

From today on, another fellow Taoist has left...

"He left and left his disciples. But what can his disciples do?" Sima Hui drank a sip of wine and spoke indifferently. "It will only be slaughtered, and Taiping Dao will never recover. His Huangtian prosperous era is too ideal and cannot be realized at all."

"Teacher, what is the prosperous era of Huangtian?"

A child had a bright look and asked curiously as he listened to Sima Hui's words.

"Little Zhuge, Huang Tianshengshi is like this...you will know about it later." Sima Hui thought for a moment and smiled.

He, the little disciple, is easy to ask.

But I still don’t know about the prosperous era of Huangtian.

"Okay!" The child did not get any results. His handsome eyes blinked, looking at the sky like his teacher.
To be continued...