The first cause of all realms

Chapter 654: Aura of Plague?

boom!
The whole inn trembled.

The sudden leak of strength almost shattered the entire inn, and many residents fled in horror, thinking that the earth dragon had turned over.

"Old pig dog!"

Raising his eyebrows suddenly, Yang Qiu could hardly restrain his anger.

In the book of life and death, the words were vague, and all the people and things that did not happen in the Northwest Road were often overlooked, but the words that only appeared had aroused his anger.

He has always had a very bad impression of this Taoist emperor who has not been in court for more than [-] years.

But no matter how he thought about it, he never expected that the majestic Minghuang would be so vicious.

Seeing Yang Qiu's big move, Huang Sixiang's face turned pale:
"Miss, could it be..."

"nothing……"

Taking a deep breath, suppressing the surging anger, Yang Jue's face was already very ugly.

After anger, there is sadness.

Poor Xu Wenji, who was loyal to the emperor and the country, was on the verge of death, and wanted to raise the flag to fight against the aliens, welcome the emperor and return the court, but ended up dying himself, and his only granddaughter was sent to the aliens.

"Then you are?"

Huang Sixiang's eyelids twitched wildly.

The moment Yang Jue's energy leaked out, he almost thought the sky had collapsed. This kind of breath, this kind of spirit was simply shocking.

Shaking his head, without explaining, Yang Jue probed his hand intently. Along with the scorching heat waves, a golden silkworm as thick as a thumb jumped out from his fingertips, and fell into Xu Xiuxiu's arm like water droplets.

"Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu?!"

Huang Sixiang trembled, and saw the golden silkworm wandering around his lady's body like a thread, before long, it jumped back into Yang Ju's palm and disappeared.

But there was a wisp of gray and black breath left on his fingertips.

"really……"

Yang Yu's heart turned cold, and as the wisp of gray and black air left his body, the word "plague" in Xu Xiuxiu's state also disappeared, turning the corner into safety.

"This is?"

Huang Sixiang's eyes widened after seeing the young lady whose complexion improved greatly after the gray gas left her body.

"plague."

Between the five fingers, the real gangue surged, covering the breath, and Yang Yu's face sank like water.

"plague?!"

Huang Sixiang broke out in a cold sweat: "On our way, we hardly met anyone, and we never ate wild game. How could we be infected with the plague?"

In the middle of winter, there is heavy snow, and there are almost no people in the wilderness. After years of heavy snowfall, wild animals gather in the deep mountains. In the wilderness, there are at most only a few wild dogs.

The plague must have a source, right?
"The source has not been found yet."

Yang Yu shook his head.

The Northwest Road has a vast territory, one, three states, 29 prefectures, more than a thousand counties, countless villages, and a population of tens of millions.

Even if he held the book of life and death, he couldn't sense hundreds of millions of people at the same time, so he had to come to Yanzhou first. The source of the plague was Yanzhou.

"The 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 is extremely difficult to eradicate."

Yang Yu sighed.

This little girl's life was really hard, her parents died when she was young, her pure yin constitution was not nourished by precious medicine, instead it became a burden, so that she suffered from many diseases.

The only grandfather who gathers less and leaves more, separates after a short distance, and is finally given to a foreign race...

"Thank you."

Huang Sixiang made a long bow, and his sleeves fell to the ground:

"If you hadn't come to rescue me, I'm afraid it would be..."

Yang Jue picked him up and said seriously:
"When Xiuxiu is in better health, take her to the Northwest Dao City. As for Mr. Xu, there is Mr. Wang around, so don't worry too much about her safety..."

The latter nodded again and again.

After running all the way, Huang Sixiang was also very tired. Yang Qian could see that he didn't stay long, so he got up and left after a few words.

After he got out of the door, Yang Jue'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 idle person..."

Sitting on the world for 400 years, the power of the imperial court is beyond anyone's imagination.

To capture himself, he could use Yunni and Nie Longtian, two top masters, and Emperor Qianheng would never be without master protection.

Holding a magic weapon, being in the army, and being protected by masters, under such circumstances, there are not many people in the world who can hurt others.

can steal it away...

"Old Black Mountain Demon? Or..."

"Where is it broken? Blocking the mountain, or the sky wolf, or..."

Yang Jue frowned inwardly.

What can be seen on the remaining pages is limited, and it is difficult for him to distinguish for a while.

But from it, he could guess that this time the Sirius offended the side, not simply because the slaves of the small tribe couldn't survive.

The three masters of Longyuan are all veteran generals in the army. Under Zhang Xuanba's instruction, everyone cultivates the military situation. Among the thousands of troops, they are by no means comparable to the idle masters.

It is impossible to break through with just a few small tribes.

I'm afraid behind this...

At this time, the sound of horseshoes came from outside the city, and Jiang Wu and Fang Ada hurried over with a team of knights.

Behind them were four people on horseback, but they were none other than Shen An and the others.

"Hero 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 didn't hide my hand and blow my breath, I might not be able to take them down."

"Brother Jiang is good at martial arts, even the commander of Jinyiwei in Yunzhou fell into your hands."

Glancing at the drowsy Shen An and the others, Yang Qiu was not very surprised.

Although Jiang Wu's 'Blowing Air Supernatural Ability' is only one level, even if the grand master is hit, he has to shake it up and down, and those below the grand master will faint immediately.

Although Shen An's martial arts 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.

"The Commander of Jinyiwei in Yunzhou? No wonder he is so difficult, he is still a big shot..."

With that said, Jiang turned back halfway and removed the joints of his hands and feet with a few clicks. Then he clapped his hands and felt relieved:

"However, whoever is in charge, if you fall into my hands, don't even think about running away! I, Yanzhou, is in need of a lot of ruins, and I am short of good hands who can break mountains and rocks, repair canals and open up wasteland!"

Yang Yu was dumbfounded.

Through the book of life and death, he naturally knew the changes in Yanzhou in the past three years.

Jiang Wu was born in Jianghu, but he doesn't have any Jianghu spirit in him. On the contrary, he has the demeanor of a cruel official. In three years, he has suppressed bandits and suppressed local martial arts.

I don't know how many bandits were strong, and the lawless warriors were shackled by him, forcing them to open mountains, break rocks, build canals and mine.

Martial artists are full of energy and blood, and to do this kind of drudgery, one is really worth a hundred...

"The county is sealed off and no one is allowed to enter or leave for the time being."

Yang prison ordered.

"There is also a plague here?"

Jiang Wu was taken aback, did not dare to neglect, and immediately led people to blockade the Pingshui County.

After three years of hard work, Fang Ada is not as timid as he was before. Having obtained the "Blowing God Seed", he is quite like a teacher.

However, his purple life was triggered in advance.

Purple life is the manifestation of luck, achievement, and character, not just potential.

The will of God is favored, humanity is precious to purple, and those who are pregnant with purple life may not be extremely talented, but they must be trendy for a while.

So is Qin Lihu, so is Jiang Wu, and so is Fang Ada.

If it weren't for the book of life and death, who would have guessed that Fang Ada, who looked dull, was the first strong general to break through Wanlong City in 400 years in the original trajectory.

"plague……"

Near the window of the inn, Yang Jue opened his palm, and the Hundred Poison Golden Silkworm Gu emerged.

This poisonous worm, which was obtained from an old man with hundreds of poisons in southern Xinjiang, gradually lost its toxicity after being in his body for many years, and became a tool silkworm for him to purify his qi and blood.

After years and months, he has become somewhat miraculous. This time when he came to Yanzhou to deal with the plague, apart from Qin Si, only this little bug could absorb the plague.

call!
The golden silkworm opened its mouth, spewing out tens or hundreds of wisps of gray-black plague like spinning silk.

Although there must be a major epidemic after a major disaster, in the past three years, although the Northwest Road suffered disasters, the number of casualties was far less than that during the war.

In addition, Yu Jing realized this more than two years ago, and conveyed the post-disaster cleaning to the 29 prefectures of the three states.

Especially Yanzhou, as the first city he captured, has already recovered its vitality after three years, and it is a bit better than before the war.

Even if there is a plague, it seems that it shouldn't start from Yanzhou City...

And the fact is exactly like this, the gray-black gas forced out from the patient's body has a strange and faint aura.

Not like the plague, more like, the plague.

There is a difference of one word, but they are two completely different things. The pestilence comes from Taoism and supernatural powers.

In other words, this wisp of plague probably came from the master of supernatural powers.

"Yes or no……"

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jue closed his eyes, and then opened them again, half-opening his brows and sky eyes, urging him to catch the strange aura that seemed to be absent from the plague.

After a blood-changing martial artist has opened a hole in the entrance, the three elements of energy and spirit are unified, and they can capture invisible energy in the dark, use it for tracking, and call thousands of miles to lock the soul.

Yang Ju had already mastered this method many years ago, but what he used at this time was more subtle than Qianli Suohun.

Based on Tongyou, use the eyes of the sky, hoping to find the real source of the plague from this breath.

hum!
The complicated air mechanism is unfolding in front of your eyes.

Yang Jue was familiar with the road, picked up one of the strands, and in the blink of an eye, all kinds of scenes seemed to appear in front of his eyes.

It was a young man with a pale face, and when he turned again, he was an old woman coughing again and again. The scene changed several times, which was the order in which the plague was transmitted.

Unfortunately, after nine times, the scene disappeared.

"Tracing the source nine times is already the limit..."

Yang prison said to himself.

Manpower is sometimes poor, and there is a limit to the second layer of penetrating and secluded cooperation with the eye of the sky, but he is not disappointed. Naturally, it is impossible for these dozens of hundreds of wisps of plague to spread more than ten times.

Next, Yang Jue checked one by one, and after more than half an hour, his eyes suddenly froze.

"Got you……"

……

……

"Ding'an Road..."

Under the flickering candlelight, Yu Lingxian murmured to himself, deciphering the secret letter.

This letter came from Ding'an Road, and it was transmitted by Feng Wushuang through a very secret channel. It was written in the cipher text that the two discussed before their last farewell.

"Ding'an Road? Li Chuang? Four of the nine elders are here, gathering the elites of the three paths, and want to choose the opportunity to take Ding'an Road..."

Yu Lingxian murmured in his heart.

Feng Wushuang was sent to Ding'an Road by the old hag to assist a young man named Li Chuang to unite the forces of the Liansheng Sect in the nearby three roads, aiming at Ding'an Road.

According to the letter, it seems that they have secretly controlled the land of the two seventeen prefectures.

"Are there going to be trouble again?"

Yu Lingxian's heart was numb, there was no surprise or joy, only deep exhaustion.

Lianshengjiao has always been committed to subverting the imperial court and establishing a world without war, oppression, and pain in the teachings.

She didn't even know how many uprisings had been planned by the church in the past 3000 years, but without exception, all of them failed.

Even the one that was closest to success more than 400 years ago failed after Zhang Yuanzhu's rebellion.

"Then who is Li Chuang, who has gained her trust so much that he dispatched four elders, Senior Sister Feng Wushuang, to assist him..."

She was about to pick up a pen and write, when suddenly, she heard a low voice in the night.

"Um?!"

Yu Lingxian reacted very quickly, immediately destroyed the letter, blew out the candle, and went out quietly, when an old voice came from the front hall:

"Where is the person in charge here?"

who? !

As soon as a thought came to Yu Lingxian's mind, he heard the howling wind, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the eaves.

"Piansheng taught the saintess?"

The tall and thin old man's voice is hoarse:
"Do you recognize the old couple?"

"You are……"

Yu Lingxian felt as if he was facing an enemy, his eyes swept over the two of them, and his heart was shocked:
"The two demons of wind and fire! You are still alive?!"

The tall one is thin, the short one is fat, one is dressed in green clothes and the other is in a dark red robe. The features of these two people are so distinct that she can recognize them naturally.

This is the guardian of the outer door of the sect more than 60 years ago...

However, before Jiazi, Zhang Xuanba once crusaded against the general altar of the Liansheng Sect, and the Xuanjia Jingqi swept three Kyushus.

"Bastard talk!"

The chunky old man's complexion sank:
"If you die, the old man will not die!"

"The junior made a slip of the tongue, please don't blame the senior."

Yu Lingxian's heart tightened slightly, but his face remained calm:
"It's true that the two seniors have been away for more than 60 years, and there is no name on the school roster..."

"That's it!"

The tall and thin old man waved his hand:

"Go, call all the people in the sub-helm, the old man has something to do for you."

"Yes."

Yu Lingxian frowned slightly, but still nodded and ordered to go on.

Not long after, the front hall was lit up, and the table was set up. The two bosses, Feng Huo, made it with a golden knife, and Feng Juanyun seemed to have eaten everything.

In the end, each of them swallowed a few more pills before letting out a sigh of relief.

"Yanzhou is divided into rudders. There is one rudder master, two deputy rudder masters, 13 preachers, and 300 congregants. They are all waiting outside the hall..."

Yu Lingxian lowered her eyes:

"I don't know the two seniors, what can I order?"

"Why only these few people?"

The tall and thin old man shook his green robe and frowned:

"I remember, before Jiazi, there were more than 3000 people in a government, and [-] people in a state. Yanzhou is also a big state. Why are there only [-] people?"

Just as Yu Lingxian was about to explain, his heart skipped a beat when he heard a familiar voice from outside the door: "Of course there are more than 300 people..."

Before the words fell, the visitor had already walked to the door.

"you are?"

Glancing at the young man wearing a black knife in a black suit, the pudgy old man's eyes couldn't help but brighten up:
"Good lightness, good skill, you are the leader of Yanzhou?"

"No."

Hearing the reply, the short and fat old man frowned suddenly, and his tone seemed impatient:
"Then you are..."

boom!
Before he could say anything, he heard a loud noise from behind. The tall and thin old man had already broken through the wall, and his voice was hurried and frightened:
"Run away, he is the king of the Northwest!"

　Sorry everyone, Kawen is very good... Continue to code, there is still a chapter, make up for what I owed yesterday...

　
(End of this chapter)