The God of Plague laughed loudly, "Aren't you known as the hero of Shu? You have so much ability, just use it!"

Uncle Dingzhen reminded: "The plague cannot be touched with iron tools, otherwise one point will turn into ten, ten points will turn into hundreds, a hundred points will turn into thousands, a thousand will turn into tens of thousands, ten thousand will turn into billions, and hundreds of millions will turn into trillions. The changes are endless and scattered everywhere.

Among the vegetation, it will become even more uncontrollable in the future."

Yang Zhan put away the Fuhu Sword, bent down and picked up the ghost-torching staff and canopy ruler that the Taoist priests had dropped on the ground. He braced himself to fight against the magic weapons in the hands of the God of Plague and the messengers of plague.

Jian Kuan also followed his example, abandoned his sword, and joined the battle with a Taoist priest's magic weapon.

After fighting for a while, there was still no hope of victory. Yang Zhan suddenly remembered the memory technique taught by his master. He closed his eyes and as soon as he thought about it, a Nandou flew up from his left hand. Six stars lit up around the Nandou.

Starlight shone everywhere, transforming into countless red flaming fire bells.

Yang Zhan activated his luck power, and the fire bell flew towards the God of Plague and the Plague Messengers, and groans of pain rang out from all around.

Yang Zhan launched a new round of attacks, and the enemy rose into the sky and was wrapped in thick dark clouds. No matter how hard he tried, the fire bell went out as soon as it got close to the rolling dark clouds.

Lan Lan stood on the top of the mountain and saw all this. She broke off the branches on the roadside, sharpened the wooden arrows with her sword, lit them, drew the bow string, and shot towards the dark clouds.

Unfortunately, her strength was not enough, and the wooden arrow was about to fall before it penetrated the dark clouds. Yang Zhan reached into his arms, took out the green feather fan, and fanned it hard.

The God of Plague and the Plaguebringer fell to the ground and burned into six fireballs, rolling and wailing. The smelly dark clouds disappeared and the sky became clear again.

Yang Zhan took off his shirt, put out a fireball, and asked them to come and see, "This is not a god at all, but a human being!"

The man who stopped burning could still speak and begged: "Sir, spare my life!"

Yang Zhan used the ghost torture stick to control him and prevent him from getting close. Then, he shouted sternly: "Who are you, the evil spirits, who want to harm our country, Shu?"

The man said: "We are disciples of the Jie Jiao Sect, and I am the Western Plague Messenger among them. We were practicing in the Kunlun Mountains. It's only your fault that you shot Zhang Xianzhong to death and fell on the Qing army. He couldn't swallow this resentment.

So I entrusted the dream to the leader and asked him to take us to Sichuan to avenge him."

Yang Zhan asked strangely: "What is the relationship between your leader and him? Will you avenge him?"

The man replied: "The monk Jingguang you killed in Mingyue Xia was our uncle. Zhang Xianzhong told the leader in his dream that he had a large amount of treasure hidden in Sichuan. As long as you all die, he would tell the leader to hide the treasure.

The place."

Yang Zhan took a breath of air, Zhang Xianzhong, Zhang Xianzhong, you, the devil, are really dead and not stiff!

Lan Lan walked over with red and swollen eyes. Without looking at Yang Zhan, she lit a fire with a branch and directly reduced the Western Plague Messenger to ashes.

Yang Zhan asked: "Have you sent Yuanhong back to Baonyeong? Who will save it?"

Lan Lan didn't say anything. She untied the package with trembling hands and presented it to Yang Zhan. Yang Zhan could already feel what was inside through the cloth. He fell to the ground holding Yuan Hong's ashes and couldn't say a word.

Seeing this scene, Jian Kuan understood. He beat his chest and cried loudly: "Brother, senior brother, why do you want to die for me? I am the one who deserves to die!"

Dingzhen and the surviving Taoist priests stood beside them, weeping silently with them.

After a long time, Yang Zhan asked Jian Kuan: "How did you discover them? How did Yuan Hong get injured?"

Seeing lenience, Qiang suppressed his sadness and told them what happened.

Yuanhong and Jiankuan each took a group of people to search for corpses in the countryside and burn the corpses. Yuanhong was in charge of Mianzhou and Jiankuan was in charge of Guangyuan.

Early this morning, some people came to see Kuan and said that everyone in their village was dead and that corpses were scattered all over the mountains and plains.

Jian Kuan took his people with him to that village, and saw that the people in this village died even more horribly. Jian Kuan immediately sealed off the surrounding area and issued an order to nearby prefectures and counties not to let anyone in.

They cremated the corpses one by one on the spot. When they walked to these plague gods, the corpses on the ground jumped up like fake corpses.

The soldiers ran away, and those who ran slowly were infected with the plague. They fell to the ground and soon became corpses.

Jian Kuan drew his sword and fought with them. Fortunately, he couldn't get close to them, otherwise he would have stabbed out countless plagues.

He got on his horse, and these plague gods chased him. When he caught up, Yuan Hong, who happened to be on the border between Guangyuan and Mianzhou, heard the news and came to help him resist.

They fought side by side for a while, using all their strength to deal with the weapons that carried the smell of fish.

Suddenly, a plague messenger whipped the plague-dispersing whip at Jian Kuan, but Jian Kuan was holding a plague-stopping sword against the enemy. He couldn't get out of the way. Yuan Hong flew up to him and used his one-armed hand to help Jian Kuan.

Received that whipping.

After being injured, Yuanhong quickly lost his fighting ability. Jian Kuan stabbed his horse with a sword, and the horse rushed out of the battle formation. Unfortunately, Yuanhong fell off the horse.

At this moment, Lan Lan arrived, came over on Pegasus, pulled Yuan Hong onto his horse, and galloped away. Jian Kuan followed behind, fighting and retreating until his senior brothers and uncles arrived.

After saying this, Jian Kuan felt even more guilty. He covered his face and kept muttering: "Senior brother died for me, senior brother died for me."

Yang Zhan pulled him up and said with a cold face: "In this case, now is not the time for you to be sad. Although the god of plague and the messenger of plague have been removed, the poison they spread must be removed as soon as possible. There are still so many people infected with the poisonous plague.

There are many people in need of treatment, we cannot be sad, let alone collapse."

Yang Zhan immediately assigned tasks to Jian Kuan and Uncle Dingzhen, and they went separately with the Taoist priests.

Yang Zhan then carried Yuanhong's ashes on his shoulders, held out his hand to lead the lost Lan Lan, and walked towards Baoning City. Two horses followed closely behind, following every step.

After a while, Lan Lan said: "Senior Brother Yuanhong has passed away, and I can no longer bear any mistakes on your part. Husband, promise me to take good care of yourself and stay with me forever."

Yang Zhan squeezed her little hand and said softly: "Lan'er, as a man and your husband, I have to make you worry about me day and night. It's really sad. I promise you to be vigilant and protect me."

Be good to yourself. But as the general of Shu, I must be at the forefront when encountering anything, and you must also be considerate."

Lan Land said: "Okay, I will definitely understand. But from now on, you must let me participate in everything you do. Even if I can help you share a little bit, I will feel more at ease."
Chapter completed!