Xian Ao

Seeing the old man sweating profusely, his hands stained with blood, and his clothes extremely dirty, Yu Zecheng immediately stood in awe. In his heart, those cultivators who save the world are the real monks.

Yu Zecheng said:

"What sect's gate is located here?"

The old man replied:

"This place is the sphere of influence of the Weiwo Tianxin Sect, one of the eight hundred side sects. The Weiwo Tianxin Sect is a side sect of the Zhengqi Haoran Sect."

Zhengqi Haoran Sect, the two twin sisters I adopted back then have returned to this sect. Over the years, I have been saying that I want to visit them, but I don’t know how they are doing.

Thinking of Yu Nianci and Yu Nianyan, these are the names I gave them. I don’t know what happened to them.

The old man saw Yu Zecheng wandering around in the sky, but he couldn't tell that his cultivation level must be that of an expert. He suddenly knelt down in front of Yu Zecheng and said:

"Senior, please save the people of Qingzhou, please. When the catastrophe broke out in our Baicao Sect, there were hundreds of disciples. Now thirty of them have died of illness. The other disciples have retreated and fled. In the end, we are the only ones left. Ten people, but there are tens of thousands of seriously ill people in Qingzhou, and we don’t have the ability to treat them all. Please, senior, have mercy.”

Yu Zecheng stretched out his hand and immediately helped the old man up and said:

"When this happens to me, I will take care of it. Don't worry."

After speaking, he cast a dust-avoiding spell to cover the old man's body, and then entered the ward to look at some sick patients.

Yu Zecheng turned around again and again, and finally turned out. It was very easy for him to kill people and steal treasures, but he was dumbfounded when he was asked to cure diseases and save people. Apart from taking out a few pills and turning them into potions for everyone to drink, he did nothing. Treating the symptoms can only increase vitality and delay the disease, but it cannot cure the injured.

There are specialties in the art industry, so it seems that you need to find a professional.

Yu Zecheng stood up with his sword and headed straight for the Weiwo Tianxin sect in the direction provided by the old man. This Qingzhou was their sphere of influence. With such a catastrophe now, they would not take action yet, and they would wait until when.

I used to persuade them nicely and asked them to take action. If they refused, I would give them a toast instead of a fine. What I was good at was using violence to make them realize their mistakes and wake up immediately.

Yu Zecheng moved forward with his sword, flying to the place where the Weiwo Tianxin Sect was located. Their mountain gate cave was in the Yanxia Ridge of Qingzhou.

The Yanxia Ridge is backed by the Malan River, and the Malan River is surging, with golden waves on the water. The sun is setting in the distant mountains, but there is a misty mist and rain in the sky, shrouding the Yanxia Ridge. It is a beautiful scenery.

Yu Zecheng approached this ridge with his sword, came to the place where the opponent's mountain gate was, and shouted:

"Yu Zecheng of the Xuanyuan Sword Sect is here."

As soon as these words were shouted, two monks flew out. One on the left and one on the right, they respectfully said to Yu Zecheng:

"Greetings to Senior, Senior, you are also here to participate in this plague conference, please hurry up and invite me. We have already arrived at the middle and lower gates of the twelve Qingzhou."

Yu Zecheng couldn't help but nodded. It seemed that the Weapon Tianxin sect was not just a bunch of losers. They also knew that they wanted to save the common people. Now that all the sects were summoned here for a meeting, they must be studying how to prevent and cure the plague.

Under the leadership of others, Yu Zecheng entered the important place of the Weiwo Tianxin sect, and saw that there were two to three hundred monks gathered here. Every word you said, I said, it was noisy like a vegetable market, and there were even people in the market. There was a quarrel there, a loud quarrel,

Yu Zecheng entered this place, and he deliberately exuded the aura of the Nascent Soul Lord. All the monks here felt the invisible pressure and murderous intent, and involuntarily lowered their voices and turned to look at Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng entered the hall and before he spoke, three or four of the monks who looked at him were overjoyed and came quickly, bowed to Yu Zecheng and said:

"It's great to meet my benefactor. Senior is here and we can be saved."

These people were extremely happy, but Yu Zecheng was stunned. He couldn't remember who these people were. One of them said:

"My benefactor, you saved us in Danzong back then. Now this Piccolo Witch is causing trouble to the world again. My benefactor, you are here, and we can finally be saved."

It turned out that this person was one of the people who was rescued by Yu Zecheng at Danzong Shitai. Looking at the people in front of him, Yu Zecheng couldn't help but sigh with emotion. The events of that year were vivid in his mind, just like yesterday.

Hearing Yu Zecheng's name, all the monks in the hall were overjoyed. They were finally saved. However, under the influence of Yu Zecheng's Transboundary Hunyuan Divine Mind Technique, three or five monks looked at each other with the same look. , they were not happy about Yu Zecheng’s arrival.

Yu Zecheng kept them in mind and asked:

“I passed by Qingzhou today and saw no pedestrians on the road. The city was like a tomb, deserted for thousands of miles, and corpses were floating everywhere.

It turns out that the plague is rampant here, so I came here to ask your sect how you responded to this great plague? "

As soon as he said this, all the monks present turned red. An old man said:

"Well, we can't protect ourselves, so how can we take care of those mortals?

This plague has spread across all sects, and many disciples from each sect have died. "

Yu Zecheng was stunned and said:

"How is this possible? Immortal cultivators also got this plague?"

At this time someone said:

"We suspect that this is the living poison that Piccolo Witch refined back then. Before the plague broke out, someone saw her passing by here. She must have been poisoned by it."

The people who answered were the same smiling people just now. Yu Zecheng's first reaction was that he didn't believe it.

Yu Zecheng knew the Piccolo Witch Wenman very well. This kind of understanding did not require long-term contact or any oath. It was a kind of telepathy. Even if Yu Zecheng was beaten to death, he would not believe that Wenman was responsible.

If it's not her, then who is it? Yu Zecheng glanced at these people with questioning eyes.

The monk who shouted happily said hurriedly:

"They are the Dan Sect of Qingzhou, one of the three thousand sects. They separated from the Dan Sect three thousand years ago. This sect is the best at refining alchemy, but they have no cure for this plague."

Yu Zecheng looked at them, nodded, said nothing, and began to inquire about the ins and outs of the matter.

It turns out that the plague spread a month ago, and not only mortals but also immortal cultivators were infected. All the previous panaceas failed, and disciples from all sects in Qingzhou died of the disease.

This situation has never happened before. At this time, the Danzong claimed to have seen the Piccolo Witch. People suddenly remembered the living poison of the Danzong back then. All of a sudden, everyone focused their hatred on the Piccolo Witch. She must have released this plague. It must have been her doing.

Today all the sects gathered together because the Zao Dan Sect discovered the whereabouts of the Piccolo Witch. Everyone gathered together to prepare a team to capture the Witch.

But the Piccolo Witch has not been caught by anyone since the Danzong incident. She must be something extraordinary. Thinking of her poisonous methods, everyone shudders. There is endless discussion here about who will be the vanguard.

Just when Yu Zecheng arrived, everyone immediately looked at Yu Zecheng with admiring eyes. With his appearance, everything would be solved easily. The vanguard of slaying demons must be Yu Zecheng.

Yu Zecheng smiled slightly and said:

"Eliminating the plague and saving the common people are the foundation of our immortal cultivation. Leave this matter to me."

There was a cheer, and Yu Zecheng said again:

"But a man can't do anything without a head, and a bird can't fly without a head. If you leave this matter to me, you must obey my command. I have the power of life and death. Any monk who does not obey my command will only do it for his own benefit and will not save the common people." "Brothers, don't blame me for being merciless, can you do it?"

Everyone shouted together:

"We can do it."

Yu Zecheng nodded and smiled and said:

"Okay, without further ado, where is the Piccolo Witch?"

The old man from the Zao Dan Sect appeared again and said:

"The witch released the plague and pretended to be a gentleman, going around to save people. In fact, I suspect that she was secretly testing poison. She was in Huaiyin City, rescuing people in Yizhuang there."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Okay, let's set off immediately and target Huaiyin City."

After saying that, Yu Zecheng took the four to five hundred monks, Yu Jian, Yu Jian, Yu Qi, and headed towards Huaiyin City.

The city of Huaiyin was a big city, ten times larger than the city that Yu Zecheng had just built, and the number of sick mortals was also dozens of times greater.

The crowd turned into hundreds of rays of light and flew towards Huaiyin City. From a distance, they looked as dazzling as a meteor shower.

Someone in the city suddenly cheered, this is the immortal, this is the immortal coming to rescue.

In Yizhuang in the city, there was a girl who went around rescuing people. When she looked up and saw the countless sword lights, she couldn't help but frown, but she still treated the patients without any regrets.

One of the little girls was lying weakly on the bed. Seeing the countless sword lights, she said:

"Sister, sister. The bad guys are here again, there are so many of them, please leave quickly."

The girl in white shook her head firmly and said:

"I won't leave. I don't believe there is no justice in this world. I will research an antidote soon. Just hold on for a while. We will be saved."

The sword lights gathered here, almost filling the sky. The girl didn't even look at them and continued to prepare the antidote.

Yu Zecheng landed in the Yizhuang, walked in slowly, watched Wenman prepare the antidote, and then said:

"How's it going? Is there any result?"

The voice was slow and gentle. Wenman was shocked when she heard Yu Zecheng's voice. The voice that had been remembered for many years rang in her ears. Her heart was beating wildly. She put down the medicinal materials and said:

"No, no antidote has been prepared yet."

Yu Zecheng asked:

"Did you poison me?"

Wenman shook his head and said:

"no."

Yu Zecheng said:

"Then what's missing from the antidote?"

Yu Zecheng asked softly. Everything was so natural. Yu Zecheng believed every word Wenman said without any reason. Wenman, who had been scolded by witches and witches all these years, suddenly had a kind of feeling. The urge to cry.

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There is another update, but it will be later. Don’t wait until daytime to read it. I won’t sleep until I finish writing. It's a good idea, but it's a pity that the plot needs to be designed, and one chapter ends up taking three hours. sorry.