Chapter 491: The plague is killing people

Seeing that Zha was hurrying, frowning, and anxious, Yang Jian naturally knew that Zhou Ducheng was in trouble.
　　 "Nezha!"
　　 With a cry, Yang Jian stopped Nezha, his divine consciousness spread towards Qishan, his complexion suddenly changed.
　　 A thick gray mist filled the sky over Zhoudu City!
　　 Yang Jian's forehead and eyes suddenly trembled, and he seemed to hear countless miserable howls in his ears.
　　This gray...
"Brother! Go and find Master and them! The big thing is not good!" Nezha hurriedly shouted, "I don't know who used the spell tonight and dropped the plague in the capital city. 30% of the people in the city are seriously ill and weak. They are already dying!"
　　 Plague? Spells?
　　Yang Jian suddenly popped out a name in his heart, a name of an immortal whose life is not obvious among the three religions.
　　Lu Yue.
　　 Knowing what was going on, Yang Jian felt relieved. The unknown is the most disturbing. Knowing that his restlessness is due to the plague in the city, then he can think of countermeasures.
　　 "Go and invite our master to come!" Yang Jian looked at Nezha, "Fly faster! Must be faster than Yufu! I will go to the city to find a way to stabilize the condition!"
　　 "Okay!" Nezha nodded decisively. As the Hot Wheels was spinning rapidly, he turned and flew to the northwest with his flint gun.
　　 Yang Jian once again turned into a fire phoenix, pulling a line of fire between the sky and the earth, and hurriedly smashed at the foot of Qishan.
　　 As he got closer, Yang Jian's spiritual consciousness could gradually break through the gray mist covering the capital city and see the situation in the city.
　　 Zhoudu City 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 places, and the population has faintly approached Chaoge City.
　　 No one has ever counted the number of prehistoric human races; but the capital city of Zhou plus the towns within a few hundred miles of the upper circle, plus those slaves, the number of mortals definitely exceeds ten million!
　　 Now, the mortals in the city have fallen a little bit; the outside of the city is better for the time being, but the disease is like a flame, spreading in all directions without restraint...
　　The formation in the Yang Mansion has been fully opened, and the people in the mansion are already being taken for refuge.
　　 The six friends of Meishan led all the immortal soldiers on all sides, Naojian alone protected the palace of King Wu of Zhou, so that the gray mist could not intrude into it.
　　 These actions also showed Ao Xinke's adaptability.
　　 Yang Jian rushed to the capital, took a breath, and his voice echoed within a thousand miles.
　　 "People in the city, whoever is infected, must be isolated from others! Those who are not infected should not drink water or eat for the time being! I am the prime minister, Yang Jian, rest assured, your Majesty King Wu will be blessed by God, and this plague will be eliminated!"
　　 After saying this, Yang Jian went straight into the palace. King Wu’s car was at the gate of the palace. King Wu wanted to make a tour of the palace, but was blocked by a group of ministers.
　　 Suddenly heard Yang Jian’s voice above his head, King Wu almost cried with joy, and the ministers also breathed a sigh of relief.
　　 King Wu shouted: "The prime minister! Go and save the people in the city!"
"King, don't worry," Yang Jian followed, fell in front of King Wu, and gave a simple salute to King Wu. "I have asked Nezha to invite the elders of the teacher. If this plague is done by someone secretly casting a spell, it will definitely be resolved. law."
　　 "Since the Prime Minister has arrived, I feel relieved most of the time, the Prime Minister, I am going to visit the city!"
"Don't worry, the king, such a plague won't hurt the king's golden body," Yang Jian pulled out a few bottles of elixir of interpretation from the black turtle belt, and recruited a few generals, "Go move some water tanks, fill them with water, Put one spirit pill in each barrel. The water tank goes along with the king's frame, and half a scoop is given to each household along the way. No one can cure the disease with just one sip... There are not many pills, so remember not to let the people cause looting. Send some soldiers to the king."
　　 "Yes, the prime minister!"
　　 Yang Jian looked at King Wu and wanted to comfort King Wu with a few words, but seeing that King Wu held the hilt of the sword in his left hand, his eyes were full of anger, and he could only sigh.
　　 King Wu asked: "Prime Minister, who is behind the spellcasting?"
　　 "The minister doesn't know yet, so I have to search for it. If he can find this person, the minister will lift his head!"
　　 "If there are no prime ministers, you will be the six gods alone," Wu Wang sighed softly.
　　 Yang Jian no longer delays, stomping his body into the sky. He knew that it was the most important thing to stabilize the people's minds at this time, and the most feared was that the people in the city were too panic, causing more trouble.
　　 took a breath, Yang Jian stopped in the air, his eyes swept down.
　　 took out the too conspicuous Ao Xuehan and put it on his body, Yang Jian was purely to make himself a little more majestic and bring more confidence to the people in the city.
　　 Divine Sense could not search for the caster, and the divine light bloomed in his eyes. Looking around the big city, Yang Jian quickly discovered the source of the plague—the well.
　　 In other words, it is an underground river.
　　 Yang Jian had previously speculated that it was really good, and that the whole city could be contaminated by the plague. Apart from the ‘wind’, there was only ‘water’ to be trusted.
　　 Flying fast in the city, Yang Jian deliberately let the people see him, and quickly rushed to several wells in the South City...
　　 After several investigations, Yang Jian probably knew the way the other party planted the plague.
　　 The capital city of Zhou is too large. The southern city and the northern city are two underground water systems for the people in the city to drink. The person who carried out the plague chose more than a dozen wells, and cast methods 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 search and saw Yang Jian's figure; in that moment, the worry in her eyes gradually disappeared, relieved. "
　　 "Two hours ago."
　　 "Did you find any suspicious people?"
　　 "There have been several Da Luo Jinxian breaths, but they have already retreated before I leave the customs."
　　How many times?
　　 is also right, it seems that Lu Yue still has a few disciples here.
　　 "My husband, this plague seems to come from the water. I have tried the detoxification pill brought by Dragon Palace. Although it is useful, there are not many people that 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 Zhoudu City with her power, but the plague was quite severe. Ao Xinke was in charge of a Yuanhui of the Dragon Clan Wanzhi Hall. He was knowledgeable and knowledgeable, but he was also very knowledgeable about this plague. Some are helpless.
"It's poison and not poison, it's a cup and not a cup, and it's a mixture of grievances... Husband, this should be a magical power that someone has cultivated from the miasma of Beizhou," Ao Xinke groaned a little, and said with some hesitation. "If you find a solution, you must find the person who planted the plague."
　　 Yang Jian agreed, and he was searching for clues about the other party after going around the city for a week, but it was a pity that there was no gain.
　　 Leave the plague and run?
　　 If this is the case, this Lu Yue is really cruel, it seems that he wants the capital of Zhou to go extinct, hinder Zhou Guodong from advancing, and then influence the two teachings.
　　 Yang Jian is most afraid of encountering such lunatics who directly attack mortals regardless of their concerns. Once the opponent is not afraid of God's condemnation and karma, he will become an extremely troublesome opponent.
　　 Yang Jian searched for a well, turned into a swimming fish and sank into it, searching carefully in the cobweb-like underground water system.
　　 A light gray ‘cotton wadding’ was lingering in the water, Yang Jian tried to wrap it with profound energy, and the ‘cotton wadding’ melted like snowflakes.
　　 Yang Jian's spirit was shocked and he immediately urged his profound energy. In a short time, he did not know how wide and how long the underground area was filled.
　　 The little fish he transformed into also puffed up his cheeks, as if using the energy of milking, spurred a rush of mysterious energy, strangling the ‘gray cotton’ in the water.
　　 Although it was a bit laborious, the results were obvious. Yang Jian cleaned a small well in one go.
　　 Withdrawing the profound energy, Yang Jian started this huge water purification project along the flow of the underground water system.
　　 The water wells in the Zhoudu city showed signs of shining light constantly. The people were watching everywhere. I don’t know who shouted ‘The Prime Minister’s Appearance’, and the people who were suffering from illness began to refresh themselves.
　　 It is a pity that mortals die every moment. The plague is like a net of death. Although Yang Jian has begun to purify the water source, he still has no way to clear the disease that has spread throughout Zhoudu City.
　　 Wu Wang Jifa stood on the car, looking at the streets on both sides, the figures reflected by the light of the soldiers' torches, her eyes were a little red.
　　 This is not a pretentious gesture. After Yang Jian instilled in him a lot of the idea of ​​‘people are water, and the ruler is a boat’, Ji Fa attached great importance to the people, and deliberately exempted some slaves with lesser responsibilities from slavery.
　　 Sergeant distributed ‘fairy water’ along the way, but King Wu understood the meaning of the word ‘grilled’.
　　 is not enough, not enough.
　　 "Report to the king! The prime minister has begun to purify water underground! The source of the plague is almost under control!"
　　 "Majesty! A slavery broke out in the north of the city, and the guards were very sick and unable to suppress it!"
　　 "The King..."
　　 There was not much good news brought by the soldiers who sent orders back and forth.
　　 "Who did it on earth! It was so evil to mortals!"
　　 King Wu blasted angrily~EbookFREE.me~ suddenly drew out the long sword, there was a clear sky outside the gray fog, but suddenly a thunder fell, behind King Wu, a five-clawed golden dragon with teeth and claws appeared for a moment!
　　 "I can't spare you from Guding!"
　　 Click...
　　 The thunder was shining, and King Wu's figure was filled with layers of golden light, and then the golden light suddenly rose up into the sky, turning into a comet, and crashed toward the southeast.
　　If Yang Jian is not underground at this time, he will definitely be able to follow this golden light to find the culprit next time.
　　 Thousands of miles away, in a small town in the Zhou Dynasty, seven or eight figures wrapped in gray robes are sitting cross-legged on the bed in the guest room, seeming to be practicing with their eyes closed. that
　　 A golden light appeared on the horizon, blasting towards this place extremely quickly.
　　 And one of these figures suddenly raised his head, revealing a pitted face, and with a big wave of his hand, a flag with a thick gray shutter smashed out.
　　 There seemed to be thunder in the silent place, and the world was illuminated by the sputtering golden light.
　　 The flag he raised was directly blown to pieces, but the golden light was also blocked and did not hit this small town.
　　 In the guest room, the Taoist who shot suddenly turned pale, and he vomited a mouthful of white blood.
　　 "Master?"
　　 "Master!"
　　 There is another female voice: "Brother Dao?"
"It's okay, it's not a serious problem," the man raised his hand to stop the others from shouting, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "It's just a backlash from the emperor's luck, huh, a mere mortal emperor can actually hurt me. It is not suitable to stay here for a long time. Within the country, to observe the changes in the future."
　　 A few people immediately promised, and a group of people showed their escape and hurried away.