The back door of my house is open to floods

Lin Yuan's huge spiritual sense enveloped the place where Lingyunfeng's Lingyun Temple was located, looking in the direction of the God Capital of the Great Zhou.

In his Xuansheng Daoist Spiritual Awareness, the naked eye can see countless black and calamity auras permeating from the sky and the earth.

It's dark.

If other immortals see it, they will be terrified.

Instead, Lin Yuan showed a look of anticipation.

Lin Yuan is bound to enter the catastrophe, not only thinking of finding the secrets deep in Dongyue Shenzhou, but also wanting to use the power of the catastrophe to cut out the second corpse.

As we all know, it is best to kill evil corpses in the catastrophe.

Such an opportunity, where to find it.

The great calamity bred by heaven and earth is also rarer than those innate spiritual treasures.

Of course, to intervene in the catastrophe, one will naturally get a suitable opportunity, and the luck revealed by the God of Biyang is very suitable as a wedge to intervene.

Don't start too African!

"Moreover, this fairy is related to the whereabouts of another congenital treasure!"

Lin Yuan looked at the Lord Biyang. During this period of time, he had been deducing the whereabouts of the other general Luoshu symbols among the Heluo symbols, but he was still unable to find the whereabouts of the Luoshu symbols.

It seemed that the innate spirit treasure had completely disappeared between heaven and earth.

Although he couldn't find the innate spirit treasure at the first time, Lin Yuan guessed that Dongyue Shenzhou's water veins and water transportation could help him find the river map seal.

The Luoshu talisman has nothing to do with him for the time being!

But the Biyang Shenjun in front of him has great luck.

Moreover, it is related to the sea transportation outside Dongyuebu Prefecture. Using it as a bait, Lin Yuan deduces that there is a chance to lure Luo Shu out of it.

"Okay, the little god agreed, revered god, as long as the little god finds that rare treasure, the revered god will tell the little god where the ray of innate aura was bred!"

Biyang Shenjun made up his mind to pay attention!

At this time, the purple air around Lin Yuan was lingering with strong innate spiritual fire, and he approached this golden fairy of fortune as a god of Dongyue.

"Okay, since you agreed, I can tell you the place where the ray of innate aura was conceived first, so that you won't have to worry about it!"

There was a slight smile in Lin Yuan's eyes.

Become!

As long as he agrees to this matter, it will be difficult for this Golden Immortal of Fortune to escape!

Biyang nodded, followed Lin Yuan's guidance, first found Fairy Lingyun who was retreating in Lingyun Peak's Spiritual Cloud Temple, and pulled the fairy to look in the direction of Qianlin Pass.

Chapter 585 Familiarity (Second Update)

In Dingzhou, in front of Qianlin Pass, there are many flags and flags, and the evil spirit is soaring into the sky.

Looking from a distance, the army here is mighty and the stars are like rain. I don't know how many fierce generals gathered here.

On the hills outside the city, several statues surrounded by ethereal, graceful figures of clear fairy light appeared on Dangyun Mountain.

From here, you can overlook the Xiongguan Pass with thousands of walls below.

On the other hand, the whole picture of Jingzhou can be easily seen.

The comparison between the two sides is clear at a glance.

Even if he was no longer hopeful, Digital Kundao still couldn't help but remain silent.

Since the thirteen prefectures in the north were smashed, refugees have been scattered all over the place, and countless people have starved to death. Many refugees and refugees have no choice but to go to the mountains to become bandits.

It stands to reason that Dingzhou is still one of the three major states and counties controlled by the Great Zhou Longting, and the conditions should be superior to the neighboring Jingzhou.

But the fact is just the opposite. After Zhuyang Wang Li Wei's governance, Jingzhou, which was already a little barren, showed some prosperity.

Along the way, coming from Dingzhou, the digital Kundao in white can see that Jingzhou is digesting refugees and refugees from all directions in an orderly manner.

At the gate of the city, there are special soldiers maintaining order, and there are also porridge sheds and medicine sheds next to them, and special personnel are there to administer medicine and medicine, and some refugees who have officially registered and received identity certificates will soon be able to live in the scene. The state is allocated part of the wasteland, and can also receive part of the seeds.

As for the refugees and refugees who lack food, as long as they have strong men in their families, they can go to the military camp to build trenches and stone forts in exchange for food.

Families can also exchange some food by helping the Flying Wing Army weave battle flags and rattan armor. Although the food is small, it is enough for daily use.

Everything is in order and military discipline is strict.

Vigorous vitality is bred inside, and vast dragon energy flows into it continuously from all directions.

Such a situation really surprised Fang Wai Kundao.

"This isn't an ordinary anti-king, I'm afraid that the counties under the Yu family's Shuanglong rule are nothing more than that!"

A white-clothed Taoist surrounded by a tangible white light had a trace of awe in his eyes.

She has cultivated into the real body of the Yang God, and she can sense the majestic and strong aura of the flood dragon above Jingzhou, whose power is unfathomable.

"Most of the Jingzhou County has been consolidated, and this King Zhu Yang seems to be good at employing people. If he wins this battle, I'm afraid it will be even more difficult to destroy in the future!"

"It's also a place in the north. The defenders in Jiangyin County are incompetent. Jiangyin County is one of the three major transit granaries in the thirteen states in the north. So much food has been captured by the Flying Wing Army. Even if half of it is burned, Jingzhou will never think about it." Such a sight!"

One of the women in white sneered with displeasure on her face.

Seeing this, the other three true disciples of the Penglai Xianmen looked at each other and secretly moved. This woman in white was also a tiger girl of the Jiangmen, and was deeply involved with the Great Zhou Longting.

It's not just the white-clothed fairy, among the many sects outside Fangwai, there are many disciples who have a lot to do with the Great Zhou Longting.

Just another female disciple in white said lightly.

"It's not that Jiangyin's guard is incompetent. This King Zhu Yang is also an extraordinary person. Not every anti-king can do it at this time!"

"Of course it can't be done. Wei Shiyin, the guard of Qianlin Gate, is also a man of sophistication. During this period of time, I don't know how many refugees have been stuffed into the given state by taking advantage of the opportunity. With so many refugees, even though the Jiangyin granary has a lot of food, I can't hold back millions of refugees eating horse chews!"

"I'm afraid this King Zhu Yang has lifted a rock and shot himself in the foot!"

Several fairies in white shook their heads.

King Zhu Yang's behavior is actually related to the slogan when he raised his troops.

There are fields to be plowed together, rice to be eaten together, and money to be used together, everywhere is uneven, and no one is not full and warm!

Although such slogans can buy people's hearts, there are problems in themselves.