The powerful force leaked out in an instant, almost shattering the entire inn. Many guests fled in horror, thinking that the earth dragon had turned over.
"Old pig dog!"
Yang Yu suddenly raised his eyebrows, barely able to restrain his anger.
The words in the book of life and death were blurry, and most of the people and things that did not happen on the Northwest Road were ignored, but the mere words that appeared had aroused his anger.
He has always had a very bad impression of this Taojun emperor who has not been in court for more than 20 years.
But no matter how he thought about it, he never expected that the dignified Ming Huang could be so ruthless.
Seeing Yang Yu's big move, Huang Sixiang's face turned pale:
"Miss, could it be that..."
"nothing……"
Taking a deep breath and suppressing the rising anger, Yang Yu's face turned very ugly.
After anger comes sadness.
Poor Xu Wenji, loyal to the emperor and the country, was about to die. He raised the flag to fight against the foreigners and welcome the emperor back to the court. However, he died and his only granddaughter was given away to the foreigners.
"Then what are you doing?"
Huang Sixiang's eyelids twitched wildly.
The moment Yang Yu's Qi leaked out, he almost thought the sky was falling. Such aura and spirit were simply appalling.
Shaking his head without explaining, Yang Yu concentrated on his hand. Along with the scorching heat wave, a golden silkworm as thick as a thumb jumped out from his fingertips and fell into Xu Xiuxiu's arm like a drop of water.
"Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu?!"
Huang Sixiang shuddered and saw the golden silkworm wandering like a thread on his young lady's body. After a while, it jumped back into Yang Yu's palm and disappeared.
But it left a wisp of gray and black breath on his fingertips.
"really……"
Yang Yu felt a chill in his heart. As this wisp of gray-black energy left his body, the word "Plague" in Xu Xiuxiu's state also disappeared, turning the corner.
"This is?"
Huang Sixiang's eyes widened when he saw that the young lady's complexion improved greatly after the gray gas left her body.
"plague."
The true energy surged between his five fingers, shrouding this breath, and Yang Yu's face sank as deep as water.
"plague?!"
Huang Sixiang broke out in a cold sweat: "We have met almost no people along the way and have never eaten game. How could we be infected with the plague?"
It snows heavily in the middle of winter, and there are almost no people in the wilderness. With heavy snowfall every year, wild animals gather in the mountains. There are at most a few wild dogs in the wilderness.
The plague has to come from somewhere, right?
"The source has not been found yet."
Yang Prison shook his head.
The Northwest Road has a vast territory, with three states, twenty-nine prefectures, more than a thousand counties, countless villages, and a population of more than 10 million.
Even if he holds the book of life and death, he cannot sense hundreds of millions of people at the same time, so he has to come to Yanzhou first. The source of the plague is Yanzhou.
"That lady?"
"Xiuxiu's constitution is weak and she can no longer eat raw or cold water. There is no cure for this plague at the moment. Once infected, it will be extremely difficult to get rid of."
Yang Prison sighed.
This little girl's life was really hard. Her parents died when she was young. Her pure yin constitution had no precious medicine to nourish her. Instead, she became a burden and suffered from all kinds of diseases.
The only grandfather was separated from each other for a short period of time, and then separated, and finally was given to a foreign race...
"Thank you very much."
Huang Sixiang bowed long and long, his sleeves and robe hanging to the ground:
"If you hadn't come to rescue me, I would have been..."
Yang Yu picked him up and said seriously:
"When Xiuxiu gets better, take her to the northwest Daocheng. As for Mr. Xu, Mr. Wang is here, so you don't have to worry too much about her safety..."
The latter nodded repeatedly.
After running all the way, Huang Sixiang was also very tired. Yang Yu could see that he didn't stay long. After explaining a few words, he stood up and left.
When he got out of the door, Yang Yu's eyes showed what he saw in the book of life and death.
"Emperor Qianheng possesses at least two magic weapons, and there are many masters around him. Moreover, he himself must not be an ordinary person..."
Having dominated the world for four hundred years, the power of the imperial court was beyond imagination.
If you capture yourself, you can use Yunni. Nie Longtian and Nie Longtian are the two top masters. Emperor Qianheng will never be without masters to protect him.
Holding a magical weapon, being in a large army, and being protected by experts, under such circumstances, there are not many people in the world who can hurt others.
Those who can steal it away...
"Old demon from Montenegro? Or..."
"Where was it broken? Mountain barrier, Sirius, or..."
Yang Prison frowned inwardly.
What he could see of the remaining pages was limited, and for a moment, he had difficulty distinguishing them.
But from it, he could guess that the reason why Sirius invaded this time was not just because the slaves of the small tribe couldn't survive.
The three heroes of Long Yuan are all veteran generals in the army. Under the guidance of Zhang Xuanba, everyone has cultivated military postures. Among all the armies, they are definitely not comparable to the great masters.
It is simply impossible for a few small tribes to break through.
The only fear behind this is...
At this time, the sound of horse hoofbeats was also heard outside the city, and Jiang Wu and Fang Ada hurriedly came with a group of knights.
There were four people on horseback behind him, but it was Shen An and others.
"Master Yang."
Jiang Wu got off his horse, looked around, and stepped forward quickly.
"I don't know where these people came from. Their martial arts are extremely high. If I hadn't hidden this hand to blow my breath, I might not be able to defeat them."
"Brother Jiang is very good at martial arts. Even the commander of the Yunzhou Jinyi Guard fell into your hands."
Glancing at the unconscious Shen An and others, Yang Yu was not too surprised.
Although Jiang Wu's 'Qi-Blowing Magical Power' is only one level, even a great master will be stunned for a moment if he is hit by it. If he is a master or below, those who are hit will faint immediately.
Although Shen An's martial arts skills were higher than his, it was not surprising that he was captured alive without any precautions.
After all, Yan Dongjun almost fell into his hands back then.
"Commander of Yunzhou Jinyiwei? No wonder he is so troublesome, he turns out to be a big shot..."
Saying that, Jiang Wu folded back and removed the joints of his hands and feet with a few clicks. Then he clapped his hands and felt relieved:
"However, no matter who you are, if you fall into my hands, don't even think about running away! Our Yanzhou is in dire straits and is waiting for development. We are in need of experts who can cut mountains and rocks, build canals and open up wasteland!"
Yang Yu was speechless.
Through the book of life and death, he naturally knew the changes in Yanzhou in the past three years.
Jiang Wu came from a martial arts background, but he had no martial arts spirit. On the contrary, he had the demeanor of a cruel official. In three years, he suppressed bandits thousands of miles away and suppressed the local martial arts.
Countless bandits and lawless warriors were shackled by him and forced to cut mountains, break rocks, build canals, and mine.
Warriors are energetic and have strong Qi and blood. To do this kind of hard work, one is worth a hundred...
"This county is sealed off and no one is allowed to enter or exit for the time being."
Yang Prison gave the order.
"Is there a plague here too?"
Jiang Wu was taken aback and did not dare to neglect. He immediately led people to blockade Pingshui County.
After three years of hard work, Fang Ada is no longer as timid as before. After receiving the 'Blowing God Seed', he has the demeanor of a teacher, acting vigorously and resolutely, and has the air of a general.
This is because his Purple Life was triggered in advance.
Purple life is the manifestation of luck, achievement, and character, and it definitely does not just refer to potential.
God's will favors you, humanity is noble, and those who have a purple destiny may not necessarily have great talent, but they must be the latest trendsetters.
Qin Lihu is like this, Jiang Wu is like this, Fang Ada is like this.
If he didn't have the book of life and death, who would have known that Fang Ada, who looked dull, was the first strong general to break through Wanlong City in four hundred years.
"plague……"
Near the window of the inn, Yang Yu opened his palm, and the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu appeared.
This poisonous insect, obtained from the poisonous old man from southern Xinjiang, gradually lost its toxicity over the years in his body and became a tool silkworm for him to purify Qi and blood.
Over the years, I have become somewhat magical. This time I came to Yanzhou to deal with the plague. Apart from Qin Si, this little insect was the only one who could absorb the plague.
call!
The golden silkworm opens its mouth and spits out dozens or hundreds of wisps of gray-black plague gas like silk.
Although it is said that a major disaster will be followed by a major epidemic, in the past three years, although the Northwest Road suffered disasters, the number of casualties was far less than during the war.
In addition, Yu Jing had realized this more than two years ago and informed the 29th Prefecture of the Three Prefectures about post-disaster cleaning.
Especially Yanzhou, as the first city he captured, has already recovered its vitality after three years and is much better than before the war.
Even if there is a plague, it seems that it should not start from Yanzhou City...
And the fact is exactly the same. The gray-black gas forced out of the patient's body has a strange and vague aura.
It's not like a plague, more like a plague.
There is only one word difference, but they are two completely different things. Plague comes from Taoism and magical powers.
In other words, these wisps of plague are most likely coming from the master of supernatural powers.
"Yes or no……"
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu closed his eyes, opened them again, half-opened his brows, opened his eyes to the secluded space, and stared at the strange aura that was vaguely present in the plague aura.
A blood-changing warrior, after opening a mysterious orifice, the three elements of essence, energy and spirit can be unified, and he can capture the invisible energy machine in the dark, use it to track it, and call the Thousand Miles Locked Soul.
Yang Yu had mastered this method many years ago, but what he used now was more subtle than Thousand Miles Soul Locking.
Using the Netherworld as the basis, and using the Heavenly Eye, I hope to find the true source of the plague from this breath.
Buzz!
The complicated qi mechanism is unfolding before your eyes.
Yang Yu was familiar with the road and picked up one of the strands. As he thought, various scenes seemed to appear before his eyes.
It was a young man with a good face, and then he turned around and saw an old woman coughing again and again. The scene changed several times, which was exactly the order in which the plague spread.
Unfortunately, after nine times, the scene disappeared.
"Nine times of traceability is the limit..."
Yang Prison said to himself.
Manpower is sometimes scarce, and the second-level Netherworld and Heavenly Eyes have their limits. However, he is not disappointed. It is naturally impossible for these dozens or hundreds of rays of plague to spread more than ten times.
Next, Yang Prison investigated them one by one. After more than half an hour, his eyes suddenly condensed.
"Got you……"
…
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"Ding'an Road..."
Under the flickering candlelight, Yu Lingxian was muttering to himself, deciphering the secret message.
This letter came from Ding'an Dao. It was delivered by Feng Wushuang through a very secret channel. It was written based on the secret text that the two discussed before they last parted.
"Ding'an Road? Li Chuang? Four of the nine elders are here, gathering the elites of the three paths, trying to take the opportunity to take Ding'an Road..."
Yu Lingxian murmured in her heart.
Feng Wushuang was sent to Ding'an Road by the old witch to assist a young man named Li Chuang to unite the Liansheng Cult forces in the three nearby roads with the intention of Ding'an Road.
Based on what was said in the letter, it seems that he has secretly controlled two of the seventeen prefectures.
"Is there going to be another incident?"
Yu Lingxian's heart was dull, with no surprise or joy, only deep exhaustion.
The Liansheng Cult has always been committed to overthrowing the imperial court and establishing a world without war, oppression, and pain in its teachings.
She didn't even know how many rebellions the church had planned over the past three thousand years, but without exception, they all failed.
Even the one that was closest to success more than 400 years ago ultimately failed with Zhang Yuanzhu's crusade.
"Then who is Li Chuang? He actually gained her trust so much that he sent four elders and Senior Sister Feng Wushuang to assist..."
She was about to pick up her pen to write when suddenly she heard a low sound coming from the night.
"Um?!"
Yu Lingxian reacted very quickly, immediately destroyed the letter, blew out the candles, and quietly went out, when he heard an old voice coming from the front hall:
"Where is the person in charge here?"
who?!
As soon as the thought came to Yu Lingxian's mind, she heard the strong wind howling, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the eaves.
"The Saint of Mercy?"
The tall, thin old man had a hoarse voice:
"Do you recognize the two of me?"
"You are……"
Yu Lingxian felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy, his eyes swept over the two of them, and his heart was shocked:
"Two Demons of Wind and Fire! You are still alive?!"
The taller one is thin, the short one is fatter, one is wearing green clothes, and the other is wearing a dark red robe. The features of these two people are so distinct that she can naturally recognize them.
This is the outer sect’s guardian envoy from the sect more than sixty years ago...
However, before Jiazi, Zhang Xuanba once attacked the Liansheng Cult General Altar, and the Xuanjia Jingqi swept through three Kyushus, and these two people and the Fenghuo Sect where they were were crushed.
"Bad words!"
The short, fat old man's face darkened:
"Even if you die, I won't die!"
"The junior made a mistake, please don't blame me senior."
Yu Lingxian's heart was slightly tense, but her face remained calm:
"It's been more than sixty years since the two seniors left, and their names are no longer on the school's roster..."
"That's it!"
The tall, thin old man waved his hand:
"Go and call everyone in the helm. I have something I want you to do."
"yes."
Yu Lingxian frowned slightly, but still nodded and continued the order.
Not long after, the lights were lit in the front hall, and the banquet was placed. The two bosses, Feng Huo, were cooking on gold knives, and Feng Zhuan Can Yun seemed to have eaten all the food.
Finally, each of them swallowed a few more pills, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yanzhou is divided into helmsmen. There is one helmsman, two deputy helmsmen, thirteen preachers, and three hundred members of the congregation. They are all waiting outside the hall..."
Yu Lingxian lowered his eyes:
"I wonder if you two seniors have anything to give you?"
"Why are there only these few people?"
The tall, thin old man shook his green robe and frowned:
"I remember that before Jiazi, the rules in the religion were that a government had more than 600 people, and a state had 3,000 people. Yanzhou is also a big state, so why are there only about 300 people?"
Just as Yu Lingxian was about to explain, her heart suddenly shook when she heard a familiar voice coming from outside the door: "Of course there are more than three hundred people..."
Before he finished speaking, the visitor had already arrived in front of the door.
"Who are you?"
Glancing at the young man wearing black clothes and wearing a black sword, the short, fat old man's eyes couldn't help but light up:
"Good Qinggong, good skills. Are you the helmsman of Yanzhou?"
"no."
Hearing the reply, the short and fat old man suddenly frowned and his tone sounded impatient:
"Then you are..."
boom!
Before he finished speaking, he heard a loud noise coming from behind. The tall and thin old man had broken through the wall and came out, his voice was urgent and frightened:
"Run away quickly, he is the king of the northwest!"
Sorry everyone, Kavin is very good...continue coding, there is one more chapter, I will make up for what I owed yesterday...