The Legend of Honghuang Erlang

Seeing Nezha walking in a hurry, frowning, and looking anxious, Yang Jian naturally knew that Zhou Capital was in trouble.

"Nezha!"

With a cry, Yang Jian called Nezha to stop, his consciousness spread towards Qishan, and his complexion suddenly changed.

A thick gray fog filled the sky above Zhou Capital City!

The vertical eyes on Yang Jian's forehead suddenly trembled, and it seemed that he heard the screams of countless innocent souls beside his ears.

This gray gas...

"Brother! Hurry up and find Master and the others! Something is wrong!" Nezha shouted hastily, "I don't know who cast a spell tonight and sent a plague on the capital. Thirty percent of the people in the city are seriously ill, and the weak are already dying!"

plague? spell?

A name suddenly popped up in Yang Jian's mind, the name of a Jiejiao immortal who had no life among the three religions.

Lu Yue.

Knowing what was going on, Yang Jian felt more at ease. The unknown is the most disturbing thing. Knowing that the uneasiness in his heart is due to the plague in the city, he just needs to think of countermeasures.

"Go and invite our master!" Yang Jian looked at Nezha, "Fly faster! It must be faster than the jade charm! I will go to the city to find a way to stabilize the disease!"

"Okay!" Nezha nodded resolutely, and while the Hot Wheels were spinning rapidly, he turned and flew northwest with his fire pointed gun.

Yang Jian turned into a fire phoenix again, drew a line of fire between the sky and the earth, and hurriedly smashed towards the foot of Qishan Mountain.

As he got closer, Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness was gradually able to break through the cover of the gray fog above the capital, and see the situation in the city.

The capital city of Zhou is the largest town within a radius of thousands of miles. Since the rise of the state of Zhou, it has accommodated a steady stream of visitors from other lands, and the population has faintly approached Chaoge City.

No one has counted how many prehistoric humans there are; but Zhou capital city plus the towns within hundreds of miles, plus those slaves, the number of mortals definitely exceeds tens of millions!

Today, half of the mortals in the city have fallen down; the outside of the city is better for now, but the disease is like a flame, spreading unscrupulously in all directions...

The formation in the Yang Mansion has been fully activated, and the people in the mansion have been brought in for refuge.

The six friends of Meishan ran around with all the immortal soldiers, and Zhijian alone protected the palace of King Wu of Zhou, preventing the gray fog from intruding into it.

These measures also showed Ao Xinke's adaptability.

Yang Jian rushed to the top of the capital, took a breath, and his voice echoed thousands of miles away.

"People in the city, anyone who is infected must be isolated from others! Those who are not infected should not drink or eat for the time being! I am the Prime Minister Yang Jian. Don't worry, His Majesty King Wu is blessed by the heavens and will be able to wipe out this plague!"

After saying that, Yang Jian went straight to the palace. King Wu's chariot was driving at the gate of the palace. King Wu wanted to go out to inspect the palace, but was firmly blocked by a group of ministers.

Suddenly hearing Yang Jian's voice above his head, King Wu almost wept with joy, and all the ministers heaved a sigh of relief at the same time.

King Wu shouted: "Prime Minister! Hurry up and save the people in the city!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry," Yang Jianren followed the voice, landed in front of King Wu, and bowed his hands to King Wu briefly, "I have asked Nezha to invite the elders of the master. If this plague is caused by someone secretly casting a spell, there must be a solution."

"Since the prime minister is here, Gu is relieved for the most part. Prime Minister, Gu is going to inspect the city!"

"Your Majesty, don't worry, this kind of plague won't hurt your golden body." Yang Jian pulled out a few bottles of interpreting elixir from the black turtle belt, and recruited a few generals, "Go and bring some water tanks, fill them with water, and put one of these panacea in each bucket. The water tanks go with the king's carriage, and half a ladle is given to each family along the way.

"Yes, Prime Minister!"

Yang Jian looked at King Wu, and wanted to comfort him, but seeing that King Wu was holding the hilt of the sword in his left hand, his eyes were full of anger, and he could only sigh in his heart.

King Wu asked, "Prime Minister, who is behind the spell?"

"I don't know yet, so I have to search for it. If I can find this person, I will bring his head here!"

"If there is no prime minister, you will be alone as the six gods without a master," King Wu sighed softly.

Yang Jian didn't delay any longer, he stomped his feet and rose into the sky. He knew that the most important thing was to stabilize the hearts of the people at this time, and what he was most afraid of was that the people in the city would panic too much and cause more troubles.

Taking a deep breath, Yang Jian stopped in the air, looking down.

Taking out the too conspicuous Aoxuehan and putting it on his body, Yang Jian purely wanted to make himself more majestic and bring more confidence to the people in the city.

The person who cast the spell could not be searched by the divine sense, and the divine light bloomed in his eyes. Looking around the city, Yang Jian soon discovered the source of the plague—the well.

In other words, it is an underground river.

Yang Jian's speculation earlier was really good, that the entire city could be infected by the plague, and apart from 'wind', only 'water' could be relied upon.

Flying quickly in the city, Yang Jian deliberately let the people see his figure, and quickly rushed to several wells in the southern city...

After several investigations, Yang Jian probably knew the way the other party planted the plague in his heart.

The capital of Zhou is too large. The south city and the north city are two underground water systems that supply the people in the city to drink. The person who cast the plague chose more than ten wells, cast spells on the wells, and polluted the groundwater...

"Xin Ke, when did the plague first appear in the city?"

Ao Xinke, who was sitting quietly in Yang's mansion, opened her eyes, followed the sound transmission, and saw Yang Jian's figure; at that moment, the worry in her eyes gradually dissipated, and she felt relieved. "

"Two hours ago."

"Have you found anyone suspicious?"

"There have been a few auras of Da Luo Jinxian, but they have already retreated before I can get out."

How many?

That's right, it seems that Lu Yue still has a few disciples.

"Husband, this plague seems to come from the water. I have tried the antidote elixir brought by Dragon Palace. Although it is effective, there are not many people who can be saved..."

While discussing with Ao Xinke, Yang Jian continued to fly around the city, jumped out of the city wall, and flew around the city wall.

Ao Xinke also wanted to purify the underground water layer under the capital city of Zhou with magic power, but the plague was quite severe. Ao Xinke was in charge of a Yuanhui in the Hall of All Knowledge of the Dragon Clan.

"Poison is not poison, cup is not cup, and it is mixed with the resentment of living beings... Husband, this should be a magical power cultivated from the miasma in Beizhou." Ao Xinke pondered a little, and said with some hesitation, "If you want to find a solution, you must find the person who planted the plague."

Yang Jian agreed, and went around outside the city to search for clues about the other party, but unfortunately nothing came of it.

Leave the plague and run?

If this is the case, this Lu Yue is really ruthless, and it seems that he wants to destroy Zhou's capital city, hinder Zhou's eastward advance, and then influence the luck of the two religions.

What Yang Jian is most afraid of encountering is this kind of lunatic who directly attacks mortals without hesitation. Once the opponent is not afraid of divine punishment and karma, he will become a very headache opponent.

Yang Jian found a water well and sank into it as a swimming fish, searching carefully in the cobweb-like underground water system.

A faint gray 'cotton' lingered in the water. Yang Jian tried to wrap it with profound energy, and the 'cotton' melted like snowflakes.

Yang Jian's spirit was shaken, and he immediately activated the profound energy, filling up the underground area of ​​how wide and how long it was in an instant.

The little fish he turned into also puffed up his cheeks, as if he was sucking milk, and violently urged waves of profound energy to strangle these 'gray cotton wool' in the water.

Although it was a bit laborious, the result was obvious. Yang Jian cleaned the small half of the well in one go.

Withdrawing his profound energy, Yang Jian started this huge water purification project along the flow of the underground water system.

The wells in Zhoudu city showed visions one after another, and there were lights shining continuously, and the people gathered around to watch, and whoever shouted "the prime minister has appeared", and the people who were suffering from illnesses also began to cheer up.

It's a pity that mortals die every moment, and the plague is like a net of death. Although Yang Jian has begun to purify the water source, he still can't get rid of the diseases that have spread throughout the city of Zhou.

Wu Wang Jifa stood on the car, looking at the streets on both sides, the figures reflected by the light of the soldiers' torches, his eyes were a little red.

This is not a pretentious gesture. After Yang Jian instilled in him a bunch of ideas of "the people are water and the king is a boat", Ji Fa attaches great importance to the people, and also intends to exempt some slaves with lesser crimes from slavery.

The sergeants handed out 'immortal water' along the way, but King Wu's understanding of the meaning of the word 'a drop in the bucket' was unforgettable.

Not enough, not enough at all.

"Report to Your Majesty! The prime minister has already begun to purify the water underground! The source of the plague is about to be arrested!"

"Your Majesty! There is an outbreak of slavery in the north of the city, and the soldiers and guards are seriously infected, so they are powerless to suppress it!"

"The king..."

The messenger soldiers shuttled back and forth with one sound of notification, but not much good news was brought.

"Who the hell did it! He actually made such a cruel move on mortals!"

King Wu scolded angrily, and pulled out his long sword abruptly. Outside the gray mist, there was a clear sky, but suddenly a thunderbolt fell, and behind King Wu, for a moment, a five-clawed golden dragon with its teeth and claws appeared!

"Guding will never forgive you!"

Click...

The thunder flashed, and layers of golden light spread from King Wu's figure, and then these golden lights suddenly shot up into the sky, turning into a comet, and crashing towards the southeast.

If Yang Jian is not underground at this time, he will be able to follow this golden light and find the culprit of the next murder.

Thousands of miles away, in a small town within Zhou Kingdom, seven or eight figures wrapped in gray robes sat cross-legged on the bed in the guest room, as if they were practicing with their eyes closed. That

A golden light appeared in the sky, blasting towards this place very quickly.

And one of these figures suddenly raised his head, revealing a face with bumps and holes. With a big wave of his hand, a flag was thrown out with a thick gray light gate.

There seemed to be thunder in the silent place, and the sky and the earth were illuminated by the splashing golden light.

The flag he raised was directly blown to pieces, but the golden light was also blocked and did not hit the small town.

In the guest room, the Taoist who made the attack suddenly turned pale, and spit out a mouthful of pale blood.

"Master?"

"Master!"

Another woman's voice: "Brother Dao?"

"It's okay, it's nothing serious," the man raised his hand to stop others from shouting, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, "It's just the emperor's luck back. Hmph, a mere mortal emperor can actually hurt me. It's not suitable to stay here for a long time. Let's leave Zhou Kingdom for now to see what happens next."

Several people agreed immediately, and the group of people cast their evasion methods and left in a hurry.