"Call Yan Benchu ​​to me!"

After seeing Wu Yong off, Fang Ming immediately issued an order.

Blood Dragon Ao Wuxu is still too far away from him, but what Wu Yong said before was that the news that the core Jiuzhou was in trouble and that the blood dragon army was in harmony with Fang Ming's attention.

Although there are no refugees here, the spread of cults is inevitable in times of trouble.

In particular, among the seven demon paths in the outer realm, there are several such sects, which must be guarded against.

"I have met the leader of the alliance!"

A moment later, Yan Benchu ​​came in and knelt on the ground, looking quite capable.

"Well... It happened to be a chaotic era. There may be cults in our Kangzhou area. This is a major event. If you go down and check it, report any news in time. Don't act rashly!"

At this time, Fang Ming looked at Yan Benchu ​​who was respectful below, but he didn't feel much.

No matter what the other party is now, he is doing things according to the rules. Those who are capable are superior, those who are unable are superior, those who are rewarded for their merits and those who are punished for their mistakes. That is so simple.

The reason why I mentioned Yan Benchu ​​this time was that I was thinking that this boy was also hardworking in the Black Dragon Army, just giving him a chance.

"As the subordinates obey the order, they will be responsible for this matter for the alliance!"

Yan Benchu ​​was so excited that he trembled all over when Fang Ming pointed at it casually. He felt that the opportunity had come and couldn't help but answer loudly.

"Um!"

Fang Ming waved his hand, and Yan Benchu ​​immediately retreated.

Fang Ming looked at the man's tall back, but he touched his chin thoughtfully.

For him, sending this person only has more experience, but the one who really needs to do it is the Divine Sword Sect!

After all, as a local cult, it has a natural position and advantage in fighting the erosion of foreign sects.

What Fang Ming was going to do was just to pull the wrong side.

"The opponent's goal is still in the core Jiuzhou. Kangzhou is just a small fight. Ling Yue, who has the heart of hard support, is enough to deal with it..."

A ray of light flashed in Fang Ming's eyes: "And... the Divine Sword Sect is a branch of the Qiji Hall. If the opponents are really the ones I think, they have to look at the monks and Buddhas' faces, and they can't cause any big waves..."

After all, although there is no such thing as the seven demons in the outer realm, they are also a common hatred for the enemy.

When the Divine Sword Sect has occupied the dark side of Kangzhou and has become the private place of Qi Juetang, the other demon sects should not have broken up.

The reason why we have to prepare so much is because Fang Ming has been preparing to go to the core Jiuzhou and Qingyun Sect in the near future!

This trip is dangerous!

How could it be smooth sailing if you try to save Grandmaster Murong from the den of a dragon and a tiger?

Even if everything comes according to Fang Ming's idea, it will take a very long time.

Therefore, before going out, you must naturally clean up your backyard.

Although it didn't take much effort, Fang Ming finally regarded the Dajiang League as the foundation he had won.

If I go out for a long time, I will see that my nest has been taken away by someone, which is also a little depressed.

...

The scorching sun is like fire!

The dazzling light fell down, with a scorching temperature, and even caused the fields next to it to dry up, with cracks like turtle shells.

The official road was covered with weeds, and even white bones were exposed on one side, which made people shudder.

A carriage was slowly moving forward on the official road, and a jade hand lifted the curtain of the car, showing Nangong Qingcheng's warm eyes: "No one is there for thousands of miles, and white bones are exposed in the wild... It's indeed a scene of a chaotic world!"

"What?"

A little head wanted to poke his head out, but was pressed by Nangong Qingcheng: "Little Murong, don't look!"

"oh!"

Since leaving, Xiao Murong has matured a lot. He did not continue to ask more questions and buried his head in Nangong Qingcheng's arms.

"After passing this Baili slope, we can reach Chaoque City, go further north, pass Tianque Pass, and you can reach Liangzhou, the core Jiuzhou!"

Fang Ming, who was sitting in the coachman's position, comforted him.

After settling in Connecticut, he set off immediately.

When Nangong Qingcheng heard this time, he was trying to rescue Grandmaster Murong, and of course he had to keep up with everything, so naturally the same with Little Murong.

Fang Mingnian was very distant from these two people, and this time it was also related to their teachers and children's mother, so he agreed immediately.

Anyway, he had already made a decision. When he arrived at the core Jiuzhou, he would immediately find a safe place to resettle the two of them, and it would be impossible for them to enter the Qingyun Sect with him.

As for transferring to the carriage, Fang Ming naturally wanted to understand the people's sentiments and see the situation of the other states.

The little iron was ready to go and circled over the carriage.

In this way, even if you encounter any danger, you can take Nangong Qingcheng and Xiao Murong Yifei with you. The only one left is Fang Ming, but he is confident that he can get out of the danger situation.

After all, what is a bunch of chaotic people?

But beyond Fang Ming's expectations, the government of various states has been in chaos along the way, and the wars have caused disasters. There are even terrifying refugees who move like locusts, and they all pass by are wiped out.

If it weren't for the fact that all the three of them were Yi and Fang Ming himself was a great master of the celestial beings, he would probably not have been able to get here so safely.

Even so, it took three people several months to get here from Kangzhou! This was still the case where the Iron-winged Sky Eagle kept changing and leaping through natural dangers!

The journey is so difficult that Fang Ming can't help but understand the vastness of the world.

“What a pity…”

Looking back on the fertile fields that were not cultivated by the roadside before, even Fang Ming felt a little helpless.

Since ancient times, natural disasters and man-made disasters will inevitably occur.

There are even rumors on the market that the chaotic army committed crimes, which destroyed the dragon vein in Yujing, causing changes in the sky, causing the core Jiuzhou to go from floods and droughts to people, and the famine of the Heavenly Mansion to turn into a purgatory on earth!

As Chaoque City approached, there were more sparse people nearby.

They are all pale and thin, with fickle limbs, and only have green light in their eyes. They look at Fang Ming's carriage, even horses, and even people, with a greedy smell.

"snort!"

Fang Ming snorted coldly, revealing the sword on his back.

"It's a warrior!"

Many greedy eyes immediately converged, while others just became more concealed.

Fang Ming was no longer surprised by this.

In this chaotic time, he could never have written the flag of me being a master hanging on the carriage. Faced with these refugees, only martial arts and swords can scare them.

When you go out, your sharp weapons are even more effective and stable than any other way.

The carriage gradually drifted away and finally arrived at a place that seemed to be a small town.

There are hungry people everywhere in the streets and alleys, and sick refugees can be seen almost everywhere, including men, women, young and old, old, weak, sick and disabled. The living are smelling of despair, and may be only one step away from the dead.

"The porridge is served!"

"The porridge is served!"

The commotion rang out, and a voice came from afar, giving the refugees a glimmer of hope.

"The Taoist priest from Yuanxu Temple has served porridge!"

Fang Ming saw a Taoist priest wearing Tai Chi Taoist robe, Taoist bun, cloud-like shoes, and seven-section bamboo sticks coming, handing out yellow paper Taoist talismans, with a look of compassion on his face: "Don't be anxious, everyone is there!"

"... Wuliang Tianzun, save the world and pass through... Another day, the sun will come to my peace..."

Fang Ming saw the font on the Taoist talisman at a glance, and his face looked a little strange.

"Yun'er..."

Suddenly, a shrill scream came, but a woman was chanting the Taoist scriptures and asking for porridge. The girl in her arms looked pale and almost lost her breath.

"Don't worry!"

The Taoist priest immediately stepped forward, touched the little girl's head, and smiled and said, "Peace will last forever, Huang Tian saves the world... Sister-in-law, don't worry, recite scriptures with me and ask for talisman water, and you can cure your daughter's illness!"

This Taoist priest is very good and seems to have great prestige.

In Fang Ming's opinion, after pretending to be a traitor, he poured a bowl of talisman water into the girl. The girl immediately coughed and woke up.

"Thank you, Master! Thank you, Master..."

The woman burst into tears, but Fang Ming had a mocking smile on his lips.

"Use true qi to cure diseases, and in the name of Fu Shui, this person must be the backbone of the cult! Is it a seven-section scepter..."

But a hint of chill appeared in my heart.

In the chaotic times, what kind of power should the cult form so blatantly and combine with countless desperate refugees?

"Amitabha!"

At this moment, I heard a Buddha's chant sounding, melodious and solemn, with a sense of compassion.
To be continued...