My transformed system is poisonous

After killing Dong Zhuo, Shi Lan's heart didn't move much. The two unknown eighth-level generals beside him were also sent to hell by her.

The strength of the eighth level is no longer weak, and she doesn't want to leave any hidden dangers.

The giant white claws in the air slowly retracted into the cracks. The remaining more than 300,000 Han troops collapsed and fled in all directions. Shi Lan did not pursue them. These Han troops no longer posed a threat to her and there was no need to continue. Waste of energy.

The moment she killed Dong Zhuo, her modest military exploits as a Han warrior had disappeared. She sensed that at this moment, she had been thrust into another identity and was no longer subject to the rule of the Red Dragon of the Han Dynasty. 's blessing.

This place is a battlefield for suppressing thieves. By killing the fourth-rank minister in the court, she has become part of the 'rebels'.

I originally wanted to take this opportunity to become famous, but now it seems that I no longer have this opportunity.

Shi Lan didn't regret this at all. All she wanted in her heart was to be at ease. Forcibly enduring this tone and going against her true heart was an act of betrayal, and her path might collapse.

Putting away the halberd, Shi Lan chose a direction at random, tore apart the space and left. She did not pursue Guan Yinping. The death of a fourth-grade minister was not a trivial matter. There was the existence of the red dragon in the country, and there was something about her. A warrant will be issued soon.

For her, leaving this world as soon as possible is the best choice.

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The giant red dragon was moving over Yuzhou, and countless invisible messages were flowing through its body. The orders issued by the imperial court and the general movements of the major princes would all intersect here. An inconspicuous wanted order was mixed in it, and it was very difficult to see it. It was quickly distributed to the hands of the major princes.

In a mountain range, Cao Cao, who was sitting on a chariot, suddenly opened his eyes. In the void in front of him, a portrait of a woman appeared out of thin air.

After staring at the portrait for a moment, Cao Cao couldn't help but chuckle.

"Why are you laughing, my lord?"

Xu Chu, who was driving, looked back and glanced curiously.

"Color is like a bone-scraping steel knife..."

Cao Cao shook his head slightly, dispersed the portrait, and changed the subject:

"Have you found Zhang Jiao's direction?"

Xu Chu thought for a moment and responded: "According to the calculations of the military advisor, Zhang Jiao will definitely do what he did in the southeast of Yuzhou, diverting the river and sea to reverse the current, and make a last-ditch effort in conjunction with the stars in the sky. Several other groups are now approaching the southeast corner. "

"Hurry up. The Book of Heaven on Zhang Jiao's body is a rare treasure. It has unpredictable power and will be of great use to military strategists."

After saying this, Cao Cao stopped talking and closed his eyes to rest.

The man in heavy armor beside him remained silent from beginning to end, sitting quietly on the side of the chariot, like a cold stone sculpture, lifeless.

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In the northern part of Yuzhou, on a wasteland, a mighty group of people is slowly marching.

Compared with the other princes, the speed of this group of people was much slower. Along the way, they were not only repairing the city, but also gathering displaced civilians to help them rebuild their homes.

The battle flags with the word "Liu" spread out in a fan shape, covering almost half of Yuzhou's territory.

In a city, Liu Bei was sitting in the main hall of the city lord's palace, looking at the portrait in the sky, stroking his chin with his fingertips, his expression inexplicable.

"Brother, the screen sent me a message saying that I need help."

Guan Yu pushed the door open and walked in a little hastily. Although his expression did not change much, there was a trace of worry in his eyes. He knew his daughter best and would never ask for help unless she was in a critical situation.

"I already know that the screen should be fine at this moment."

The portraits in the void dispersed, and Liu Bei raised his hand to pass the message he had just received to Guan Yu.

After understanding the whole story, the worry in Guan Yu's eyes dissipated and he frowned slightly:

"It's not a pity to die for Dong Zhuo, but what should I do if he commits such a serious crime? He is young and energetic after all."

"Shi Lan is a wanted criminal in the Han Dynasty. What does it have to do with me, Liu Xuande?"

Liu Bei shook his head slightly and smiled:

"Now I can't spare any manpower to catch her, so I just send a message to Zilong and ask him for help."

It's still peaceful overseas. Shi Lan is planning to go overseas, so he might as well be a favor. As time goes by, the turmoil will subside.

As Guan Yu said, it is not a pity to die for Dong Zhuo.

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The Han Dynasty has such a profound heritage that it is unimaginable that almost all the major princes have first-class generals. Under the strong suppression of these princes, the scope of activities of the Yellow Turban Army was repeatedly compressed, and they were soon forced into despair.

As the sun sets and the moon rises, by the seaside, hundreds of thousands of Yellow Turban elites have set up a large camp, like stars over the moon, guarding a high platform in the center of the camp.

The platform is 999 feet high and divided into nine floors with seven sides. The blood of unknown creatures is used to carve mysterious and complicated patterns, glowing with a hazy light.

On the top of the high platform, stood a figure in green. He raised his head slightly and looked at the vast starry sky in front of him. His bloodless face was full of calm.

It had only been a few months since the incident. He had already lost two brothers and countless comrades who wanted to change the world. Only five of the twenty-four divine generals who protected the law were left. It could be said that the situation was over.

The great man is still at the top of his game, but his belief in saving the world has turned against the party, and he has been thrown into the eighteenth level of hell, where he will never be able to stand up again.

The stars overhead were wandering in the silver river, flashing with brilliant brilliance, like silver lamps, floating in the sky.

"I am neither the chosen one nor have the power to save the common people..."

Zhang Jue murmured in a low voice. The vast feeling falling in the starry sky drained all his energy, and a helpless feeling of insignificance surged into his heart.

The sky-shattering shouts of killing rose from a distance, and the collision of energy and blood between the first-class generals shattered the sky.

Buzz——

The moment the killing sound arose, a sharp roar that tore apart the space suddenly exploded. In an instant, more than ten divine arrows shuttled through the void and came straight to the high platform to take Zhang Jue's life.

The feat of beheading a thief is worth ten major victories!

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Hundreds of thousands of miles away, Shi Lan, who had sneaked here quietly, restrained the energy fluctuations in his body and hid in a forest.

This place is the most direct route to overseas. When the war subsides, it will be a matter of course for her to leave Kyushu. After finishing some trivial matters, she can return to Lingyang and prepare for the disaster.

Seeing the increasingly bright stars in the sky, Shi Lan froze on the spot, subconsciously tightening his palms, and his heart could not help but tremble.

"How can this be?!"

The starry sky above her head is strikingly similar to the world in her memory. The Big Dipper is in the sky, surrounded by twenty-eight stars. The powerful power of the stars rolls down, scouring the earth for hundreds of thousands of miles. .

The starry sky was so similar that Shi Lan felt as if time and space were out of order. For a moment, he almost forgot where he was.