"plague……"

Beside the window of the inn, Yang Yu opened his palm and the hundred poisonous golden silkworm Gu appeared.

This poisonous insect, which was obtained from the old man with hundreds of poisons in southern Xinjiang, gradually faded away his toxicity over the years and became a tool for him to purify his qi and blood.

Over the years, I have become a bit strange. This time I came to Yanzhou to deal with the plague. Apart from Qin Si, only this little insect can absorb the plague.

call!

The golden silkworm opens its mouth and spits out dozens or hundreds of wisps of gray-black plague.

Although there will be a major epidemic after a major disaster, although Northwest Road has suffered disasters in the past three years, the casualties are far less common than those in war.

In addition, Yu Jing realized this more than two years ago and conveyed the post-disaster cleaning to the Twenty-Nine Palaces of the Three Prefectures.

Especially Yanzhou, as the first city he captured, three years have passed and has recovered its vitality, which is a bit better than before the battle.

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

And this is true. The gray-black gases that were forced out of the patient's body had a faint strange aura.

It's not like a plague, it's more like a plague.

The difference between one word is completely different. The plague comes from Taoist arts and magical powers.

In other words, these strands of plague are most likely from the master of magical powers.

“Yes or not…”

Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu closed his eyes and opened them again, half of his eyebrows were opened, and he urged him to stare at and capture the strange auras that were faintly visible on the plague.

A blood-changing warrior, after opening a secret hall, the three elements of the essence, energy, spirit and spirit can be unified, and can capture invisible qi in the dark for tracking, and then call the Thousand Miles of Soul Locking.

Yang Yu had mastered this method many years ago, but what he used at this time was more exquisite than Qianli Soul Locking.

Based on the secret, we use the heavenly eyes to find the true source of the plague from this breath.

Buzz!

The complex energy lies in the unfolding of the eyes.

Yang Yu was familiar with the road, picked up one of the wisps, and as he thought, various scenes seemed to have appeared in front of him.

It was a boy with a savory face. After another turn, he was an old woman who coughed repeatedly. The scene changed several times, which was the order of the transmission of plague.

Unfortunately, nine times later, the scene disappeared.

"Nine times trace the origin is already the limit..."

Yu Yang said to himself.

Human power is sometimes poor, and the second level of Tongyou and Tianyan also have its limits. However, he was not disappointed. It is naturally impossible for these dozens or hundreds of wisps of plague to spread more than ten times.

Next, Yang Yu went through one by one. After more than half an hour, his eyes suddenly condensed.

"I found you..."

...

...

“Ding'an Road…”

Under the swaying candlelight, Yu Lingxian muttered to himself, deciphering the secret letter.

This letter comes from Ding'an Dao, and was conveyed by Feng Wushuang through extremely secret channels. It was written in a cryptic text that the two discussed before their last separation.

"Ding'an Dao? Li Chuang? The nine elders, four of them are here, gathering three elites, trying to take Ding'an Dao at the right time..."

Yu Lingxian murmured in his heart.

Feng Wushuang was sent to Ding'an Dao by the old witch to assist a young man named Li Chuang to unite the forces of the three nearby Liansheng Sects, with the intention of Ding'an Dao.

As the letter said, it seems that he has secretly controlled the two seventeen palaces.

"Is there another uprising?"

Yu Lingxian felt in her heart, no surprise or joy, only deep fatigue.

The Liansheng Church has always been committed to subverting the court and establishing a world in the doctrine without war, oppression, and pain.

She didn't know how many uprisings had been planned in the past three thousand years, but without exception, all failed.

Even the closest success was the one that was more than four hundred years ago, it eventually failed with Zhang Yuanzhu's rebellion.

"Who is Li Chuang? She has gained her trust so much that she actually sent four elders, Senior Sister Feng Wushuang, to assist..."

She was about to pick up her pen to write, but suddenly, she heard a low sound from the night sky.

"Um?!"

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

"Where is the person in charge here?"

who?!

As soon as Yu Lingxian had thoughts, he heard the strong wind whistling, and two figures, one tall and one short, appeared on the eaves.

"Pity the saint of the saint of the life-school?"

The tall and thin old man's voice is hoarse:

"Do you recognize me and me?"

"You are..."

Yu Lingxian was facing a great enemy, her eyes swept across the two of them, and her heart was shocked:

"The two demons of wind and fire! Are you still alive?!"

The tall one was thin, the short one was fat, and the other was wearing a blue robe and the other was wearing a dark red robe. The characteristics of these two people were so distinct that she naturally recognized them.

This is the outer guardian envoy more than 60 years ago in the sect...

However, before Jiazi, Zhang Xuanba attacked the Liansheng Sect General Hall, and the Xuanjia Jingqi swept across three Jiuzhou, and the two of them, together with the Fenghuo Sect where they were located, were all flattened.

"Bastard!"

The short and fat old man looked dark:

"You die, I won't die either!"

"I'm sorry, please don't blame me."

Yu Lingxian's heart was slightly tight, but his face remained silent:

"It's true that the two seniors have been there for more than 60 years, and their names are gone on the roster of the church..."

"Forget it!"

The tall and thin old man waved his hand:

"Go and call everyone in the branch. I have something to do."

"yes."

Yu Lingxian frowned slightly, but nodded and ordered.

Before long, the lights lit up in the front hall and the table was placed on the table. The two elders of Fenghuo made a big horse on the golden sword, and the wind swept the remaining clouds as if they had eaten up all their food.

Finally, they each swallowed a few pills before breathing a sigh of relief.

"Yanzhou branch, one rudder leader, two deputy rudder leader, thirteen preachers, and three hundred priests, all of whom were waiting outside the hall..."

Yu Lingxian hung her eyes:

"I wonder what are the instructions for the two seniors?"

"Why are these only a few people?"

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

"I remember that before Jiazi, the rules in the church were more than 600 rudders in one mansion and 3,000 rudders in one state, and Yanzhou is also a big state. Why did there be only 300 people?"

Yu Lingxian was about to explain, but suddenly his heart was shocked and a familiar voice came from outside the door: "Of course there are more than three hundred people..."

Before he finished speaking, the visitor had already arrived at the door.

"Who are you?"

After looking at the young man with a black sword, the short and fat old man couldn't help but lit up:

"Great light skills and good skills, are you the helm leader of Yanzhou?"

"no."

After hearing the reply, the short and fat old man frowned and his tone seemed impatient:

"Then you are..."

Bang!

Before he could say anything, he heard a loud noise behind him. The tall and thin old man had already broken out of the wall, his voice was rapid and panicked:
Chapter completed!