Chapter 136 The whole city is filled with refining Gu
Yang He witnessed Mingshan's master and apprentice gradually approaching Xiqi.
It can be clearly felt that the copper coin sword is becoming extremely active, and pieces of copper coins stand up, making a sound similar to the chirping of cicadas.
He forcibly suppressed the copper coin sword to avoid being noticed by the Jiejiao disciples in the city.
After Insect Ghost merged into the Copper Coin Sword, he had reached the level of the Pseudo Yin Treasure, but Insect Ghost's consciousness still remained.
The main reason why Yang He did not obliterate was because he wanted to communicate with the seal through the copper coin sword.
【Gu Copper Coin Sword】
[Originally, it was a high-grade Yin weapon refined by Master Taiyi. It became a pseudo-Yin treasure due to being parasitized by insect ghosts. After being refined, it can be separated from the body for a long time and absorb the Yang fire of living beings through possession. 】
"It's barely a flying sword, right? Well, the evil version of the flying sword."
It was a pity for Yang He that he did not know how to control the flying sword. The use of the copper coin sword was relatively unfamiliar, and it was easy to lose control when it was separated from the body.
The black cat grinned nervously. At this time, Mingshan had arrived at the gate of Xiqi City.
There was no difference among the officers and soldiers. They took the initiative to separate the paths to allow Master Mingshan and his disciples to enter Xiqi just as they had received the refugees before.
Mingshan dressed up as a craftsman and took out a bag of money with a smile.
"Master, look, how are we doing when we first arrive..."
The officers and soldiers stared at Mingshan with a smile, and after a few breaths, they took the money bag and said, "There is a curfew in Xiqi. When it gets dark, the watchman will sound the gong."
He said a word without any end and then stopped talking.
Mingshan's expression froze, and goosebumps appeared all over his body. He felt that the officers and soldiers were acting strangely, but he couldn't figure out why.
"Master..."
Qingsong was about to speak, but Mingshan shook his head to stop, "Let's go to Chanjiao's station first."
The city was bustling with activity, and even though the curfew was about to be enforced as the officers and soldiers said, no one was seen on the streets with the intention of returning home.
The dim sunset reflected on the ground, and figures intertwined between the light and darkness.
Mingshan's hair stood on end and he hurriedly took out the magic talisman to activate it.
The previously ineffective teleportation talisman finally sensed Taoist Master Qingfeng, and after informing them of their current situation, the talisman disappeared into ashes.
He glanced at the stone statue with his peripheral vision, and the Buddha's expression became more solemn.
Yang He is also confused at the moment. Without the pupil ghost, the limitations of spiritual vision have been continuously magnified. Looking at the surface, the Xiqi people just have a somewhat rigid behavioral logic.
"Mingshan!"
Mingshan suddenly heard a familiar call, and noticed the old Taoist priest coming in a hurry, with a stooped figure, and waved for the three of them to come over.
The old Taoist priest was naturally Taoist Master Qingfeng, with anxiety in his eyes.
"How did Master find us so easily? Is he nearby?"
Mingshan showed hesitation, Taoist Master Qingfeng said helplessly: "Mingshan, didn't I tell you to leave Xiqi and not come back?"
"Come with me quickly, Xiqi is in danger now."
Most of Mingshan's fears were dispelled.
He is inconspicuous in the teachings, and most of his fellow practitioners do not recognize him. Even if Xie Sui disguises himself as Taoist Master Qingfeng, there is no way he can remember him.
"Master, this disciple is back because of the matter in Yanqu Town."
Mingshan did not mention Yang He, Taoist Master Qingfeng shook his head helplessly.
"That's all. It's not safe inside or outside Xiqi now. You can stay at the station for the time being and be responsible for refining alchemy together with Ming Shui."
Qingsong couldn't help but ask: "Master, how is the plague in Xiqi?"
"The plague has almost subsided, and order has been restored in the city not long ago. Don't worry, it doesn't matter if Brother Nezha is in the plague."
The destination led by Taoist Master Qingfeng was indeed the Chanjiao station. Because they were walking through alleys, the crowds were becoming increasingly sparse.
Mingshan frowned slightly and his steps became hesitant.
calm?
If it calms down, what is the strange and inexplicable reaction of the Xiqi people?
"Where's Uncle Jiang?"
"Here, there, everyone is here."
Taoist Master Qingfeng was the first to walk out of the alley. Not far away was an old bungalow, and a dozen people walked out under the dim candlelight.
The bungalow looks ordinary on the outside, but in fact there is something wonderful inside, covering hundreds of square meters.
Mingshan noticed Mingshui at a glance, and the latter waved to them with a smile.
"Master."
Qingsong reminded in a low voice: "The disciples feel that the people in Xiqi are very strange, and the master is also very strange. They don't look like human beings..."
Mingshan took a breath and suddenly realized what was wrong.
The expressions and behaviors of the mortals they have seen so far are actually the same. The vendors always smile when they are smiling, and the laborers are tired when they are tired.
The movements have a stable pattern, just like Taoist Master Qingfeng.
The cadence is consistent, the amplitude of arm swings is consistent, and although the tone is emotional, the pauses between the lines do not change at all.
How to say it.
Like learning to be a human being?
The teleportation talisman in Mingshan's arms was filled with warmth.
He subconsciously used the communication talisman, and cold sweat suddenly flowed out of his forehead. The message inside came from Taoist Master Qingfeng, and it only contained two short sentences.
‘Mingshan! Where are you people! ! ’
‘I couldn’t contact you before. Be careful. Everyone in Xiqi is a monster in disguise. The station has been moved. Be careful! ! ! ’
Mingshan's pupils shrank, and the Taoist Master Qingfeng in front of him stood motionless at the entrance of the alley.
Taoist Master Qingfeng laughed, and there was a sound of bones colliding in his neck.
Mingshan said tentatively: "Master, our trip is to transport the stone statues. We have to go to the Nuwa Temple. Why don't we come back to the station after a while? I won't bother you."
"Oh?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng's head turned 180 degrees, his unpredictable smile unabated.
"The Nuwa Temple is not far from here. Master, will I accompany you? It happens that my fellow Taoists also want to go to the temple to offer incense and pray for blessings."
More than a dozen figures came over, approaching Master and Disciple Mingshan step by step. The people nearby also put down their work and tilted their heads to look at the entrance of the alley. Their eyes no longer had any emotion and were extremely empty.
Mingshan's face turned pale. He wanted to activate the Yin Qi but found that the Qi and blood were stagnant.
"Aren't you itchy?"
As soon as Taoist Master Qingfeng finished speaking, the others asked repeatedly: "Aren't you itchy?"
Mingshan felt itchy all over his body. He was very familiar with it. His previous infection with cochlear disease was so sudden, but the symptoms were different.
"Qingsongqingpo, you go first, I will take care of you."
"Master, aren't you itchy?"
Mingshan turned around in disbelief when he heard this.
Qing Bo tilted his head and responded with a smile, his deep eyes were frightening, exactly the same as the expressions of the other people in Xiqi.
Before they knew it, they were surrounded by hundreds of people.
Mingshan felt that the itching was getting worse and worse, and finally realized the horror of the plague, and understood why ordinary people scratched him to death half a month ago.
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The eyes cast by the people became greedy, and an old man walked out after looking at each other.
The old man stared at the green pines.
Taoist Master Qingfeng nodded, and the old man began to use his nails to cut open the skin, and peel off the ravaged skin bit by bit.
A strange and inexplicable little boy emerged from the skin.
The little boy stared at his huge eyes and slowly approached Qingsong. His whole body was shaking with excitement and he murmured inarticulately.
Qingsong's legs weakened and the stone statue fell heavily to the ground.
Snap.
The stone statue was torn apart.
The little boy ignored it and came within half a meter of Qingsong.
A horrifying scene appeared. The little boy's upper and lower jaws were opened half a meter, and dense centipede ghosts gradually crawled out.
The insect ghost takes the shape of a centipede and has an aura comparable to that of a fierce ghost, but is very weak.
"Huhuhu."
The centipedes couldn't adapt to the outside environment and died one after another, and before they died, they flocked to Qingsong's mouth.
Qingsong fell into an illusion and allowed the centipede to do whatever he wanted.
Mingshan gritted his teeth. Taoist Master Qingfeng saw this and said: "Hey, your body will also give us insect immortals. Don't be impatient. It won't be long before everyone is the same kind."
"Huh?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng frowned slightly, but saw an unfamiliar Yin Qi overflowing.
Immediately afterwards, the fragments of the fallen limbs of the stone statue grew bloody flesh without any warning, and turned into evil spirits that pounced on the centipede insect ghost.
The insect ghost had no power to fight back and was soon reduced to debris all over the ground.
"Ahhhh."
The little boy let out a shrill scream and tried to get back into the old man's skin. As a result, his flesh, flesh and bones dissolved, and it turned into a puddle of pus within a short time.
Taoist Master Qingfeng didn't pay attention, while the others leaned over to eat the insect corpses.
The stone statue came to life.
Yang He put on his leather bag Taoist robe and looked around. Xiqi was already shrouded in darkness.
Most of the ordinary people in the city fell into silence, and you could vaguely hear rustling movements inside your body, as if insects were eating your organs.
"Damn it, has the world become a tool for breeding insects and ghosts?"
"Lu Yue's Wenhuang Formation is really evil!"
Yang He was secretly stunned. If millions of ordinary people in Xiqi have become evil spirits, what's the point if the plague array cannot be broken?
Xiqi in the original work was definitely not completely defeated.
"Who are you?"
Taoist Master Qingfeng thought over and over again, "You are a living immortal who became a disciple of Nuwa twenty years ago. We have met once. Do you want to prevent people from Xiqi from becoming immortals?"
Yang He was too lazy to respond, and the copper coin sword in Niwan Palace showed a hint of aura.
"Are you the new Plague Messenger? Wait a moment, someone will come to meet you."
Taoist Master Qingfeng bowed respectfully, and the others dispersed one after another.
Yang He stepped on the ground, and each tentacle wrapped around Master Mingshan and threw him out of the alley.
"But junior sister..."
"Let's go and meet up with our comrades!"
Mingshan didn't dare to neglect, he could clearly see that something was wrong with Yang He's state. Although his aura was strong, the Yang Fire was close to extinguishing.
This move will probably lead to death, Jie Jiao will never let Wugou Buddha go.
Qing Po watched Master Mingshan off with a smile, and two lines of tears streaked down his cheeks.
The others did not catch up. Compared to Yang He, Mingshan's master and apprentice were not worth mentioning. The Xiantian realm could not make a splash in Xiqi.
Yang He noticed that Qing Po had no soul in his body.
In fact, before entering Xiqi, the soul was nowhere to be found. It was only after the only body left behind that the bug ghosts settled in that they behaved so strangely.
"We must find Taigong Jiang, otherwise the plague ghost will be dead."
Suddenly.
Psychic vision began to skyrocket.
Yang He knew that the breath of the insect ghost had attracted the plague messenger.
"I want to see what the plague messenger Lu Yue created is?"
If he wanted to find Jiang Taigong, he would have to infiltrate the Plague Messenger. Buddha Wushu might not be able to do it, but it would be a good idea to get in touch with Lu Yue's power.
"Huh?"
A terrifying aura emerged, but it didn't seem to be the plague messenger.
(End of chapter)