Chaos Heavenly Emperor Art

"Humph!"

Yan Jinghong snorted coldly, immediately lifted the ice seal, folded his hands on his chest, and stood aside with a cold face.

The matter of negotiating with these mortals naturally fell on Ling Feng.

Ling Feng cursed inwardly, this guy really knows how to pretend to be cool!

Shaking his head and smiling, Ling Feng waved his hands to those kneeling mortals, a gentle force lifted everyone up, and said in a gentle voice: "This place is trapped by an enchantment, and there is a plague raging, it seems that there is a strong immortal cultivator deliberately This setup is to drive out the people here."

The person at the head was not too surprised, obviously he should have heard such an argument, and also knew some of the hidden secrets.

"Several immortal masters who stayed in the city to treat us also said the same thing."

A middle-aged man with a sallow complexion sighed and said: "But, what's the use of that, it's been three years, three years! They can't cure our plague at all!"

Another man with a square face cursed loudly: "In this year, how many families have been ruined, and how many people have died on the streets! What nonsense immortal cultivators will only bully us mortals!"

The old man at the head quickly stopped other people's complaints, and knelt down again, "Immortal Master, we really can't bear it anymore, I wonder if you can give... alms..."

"City Lord, do you still need to beg them?"

At this moment, behind the crowd, I saw a young man leaning on a stone pier, as if he was too hungry to stand up again.

The boy was dressed in rags, and through the ragged clothes, his thin and frightening body could be clearly seen.

The whole body has almost turned into skin and bones, and under the thin layer of skin, traces of every rib are clearly printed.

This is no longer thin enough to describe.

The most terrifying part of the plague is not only the torment of the human body, but even this land has become a place of death.

The soil is no longer fertile, and nothing can grow.

Coupled with the obstruction of the enchantment, it is impossible to obtain external supplies.

After three years, the people in this city, and more of them, probably died of starvation.

Don't look at these people in front of them, all of them are ragged and unkempt, but they were originally rich and nobles in the city.

Otherwise, if it weren't for some food in the family, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to live now.

And the crooked old man at the head turned out to be the city lord of Shiyuan City.

This is also what Ling Feng did not expect.

"Hahaha……"

The boy made a weak and intermittent voice, "Anyway, it won't be long before they will become the same as us, and they will become the same as us! Haha...hahaha..."

"Xue An, what nonsense are you talking about!"

The old city lord's eyes were full of panic, he quickly stopped the boy, and at the same time explained anxiously: "Master, you must not believe his nonsense. He... he talked nonsense, he It's nonsense!"

"Is it nonsense, I will have a way to know."

A flash of light flashed in Ling Feng's eyes, and it fell on the old city lord. The old city lord was obviously a little guilty, and quickly looked away.

In fact, with the strength of this enchantment, even an ordinary Xianjun strongman, I am afraid that there will be no return.

The young man named Xue An must have also seen a cultivator from outside, and he was also trapped to death in the city.

The reason why the old city lord stopped Xue An from speaking was probably because he was afraid that Ling Feng and the others would not give away the food on their bodies after they heard about it.

Ling Feng directly passed the old city lord, walked in front of Xue An, squatted down short, and said indifferently: "Is that Xue An? What did you want to say just now, go on."

"Xue An!"

The old city lord was leaning on a cane, staring at Xue An with a gloomy expression, "You...you have to be careful what you say, don't talk nonsense!"

"Noisy!"

Ling Feng frowned, turned to stare at the old city lord, and said coldly: "Did I ask you something? Dare to say another word..."

Ling Feng looked at Yan Jinghong, and said coldly: "Brother Yan, whoever is going to talk too much in a while, he's going to freeze him! Don't worry about freezing to death!"

"Ok!"

Yan Jinghong nodded indifferently, but couldn't help cursing inwardly: What the hell, did you really treat me as a thug?
"Xue An, you can continue talking now, let me see who dares to interrupt you again."

There was a hint of threat in Ling Feng's voice, and the old city lord also retracted his neck, not even daring to take a second look in this direction.

Then Xue An took a deep breath, pulled up a bit of strength, and gritted his teeth: "The more you are a cultivator, the faster and more severe the outbreak will be after being infected with the plague! When you fall ill, when you are powerless to resist, at that time , What do you think they will do to you? Not to mention you, even the immortal masters who stayed behind to treat their illnesses, they can turn their faces and deny anyone."

Xue An sneered, "Now, do you still want to share the food on your body? To these shameless beasts?"

"Is that so?"

Ling Feng smiled faintly, and looked back at those unkempt mortals.

Headed by the city lord, everyone lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Obviously, they acquiesced to Xue An's words.

Human nature, for the most part, is like that.

In the face of the instinct of survival, everything else, the so-called benevolence, righteousness and morality, will be discarded.

Ling Feng patted Xue An's shoulder lightly, "Little brother, thank you for your reminder. But don't worry, I won't fall ill so easily."

He poured a wave of vitality into Xue An's body, allowing his complexion to recover a little bit of blood.

Then Xue An looked at Ling Feng in surprise, "You..."

"I can understand the feeling of being hungry and dying. In that state, no matter how noble a person is, he may lose his mind and turn into a devil."

Ling Feng glanced across the crowd, and said lightly, "It's a coincidence that I'm also a doctor, and it's such a coincidence that I also like to meddle in my own business!"

For a moment, a glimmer of hope rose in everyone's eyes.

Even, even if it was just a chance, even if Ling Feng might just be deceiving them.

They are also willing to believe in Ling Feng.

Because they want to live too much.

"So, I need your cooperation."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, and finally revealed his purpose.

He can basically confirm in his heart that the person who created this plague must be related to the person behind Tianfang Guoshi.

After all, neither the plague nor the means to turn the old Lord of the Marquis of Beirong into a monster is beyond the reach of ordinary poison masters.

These methods are all so evil, vicious, and weird!
It's the same person at all!

If so, it would be simple.

And Yan Jinghong locked on the person who killed Tianfang Guoshi, probably around here.

What is the purpose of that person to create a plague here and trap a city of people.

Ling Feng didn't know.

But since there is a connection between the two, Ling Feng can't stand by and watch.

What's more, as a doctor, Ling Feng can't do nothing to save the people of this city.

"Cooperate, absolutely cooperate!"

As long as there is a glimmer of life, the people of Shiyuan City will naturally not give up.

"it is good."

Ling Feng nodded slightly, "Earlier, did you see other people entering the city?"

"This……"

The old city lord shook his head, "There seems to be no city gate, but there are a few other places where you can enter the city. I can ask people to go to those places and ask you about them. Maybe there will be news."

"Ok!"

Ling Feng cast an approving look at the old city lord. After all, he was the lord of the city before. He really knows how to do things and has winks.

"In addition, where is the immortal master you mentioned who stayed to treat your illnesses?"

Ling Feng continued to ask.

"Over the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion..."

The old city lord felt a little guilty, "I...we are also extremely hungry, that's why we did things that are inferior to animals..."

"Okay, I said never blame the past, so there is no need to mention this matter again."

Ling Feng looked cold, and said lightly: "Send someone to take me there to have a look!"

Ling Feng already had some guesses in his mind.

Perhaps, the disciples of Cihang Jingzhai were the ones who stayed behind to treat these people, and Yu Shiwei was very likely to be among them.

At the beginning, Yu Shiwei did not explain the intention of picking the Rainbow Seven Color Barrier, but now it seems that it is mostly related to the plague here.

In addition, they mentioned the place name "Ishihara Castle".

If all kinds of coincidences are linked together, I'm afraid it's not just a simple coincidence.

If it was really Yu Shiwei, she couldn't just stand by and watch.

How to put it, Yu Shiwei was the first doctor who made Ling Feng feel sympathetic.

And her medical ethics made even Ling Feng feel ashamed.

"Yes Yes……"

The old city lord nodded repeatedly, but at this moment, it was Xue An who got up and volunteered: "Master Immortal, I'll take you there!"

This guy was infused with a force of Qi and blood by Ling Feng, and now he has recovered a lot, so he immediately volunteered to lead Ling Feng.

"Okay, then you come."

Ling Feng nodded at Xue An and smiled.

Seeing that he is so thin, he is probably a person who can stick to the bottom line in this predicament.

Such a person, even if he is just a mortal, is also worthy of respect.

It's worth to admire.

……

Ishihara City is not that big.

Although Xue An's speed was already very slow, after a quarter of an hour, several people arrived at the ruins of the so-called City Lord's Mansion.

This place has indeed turned into ruins, and all the houses have collapsed, leaving only fragments of broken walls.

According to Xue An, because of the variation of the soil quality here, even the houses have become very unstable, from cracking to collapsing, it is often just an instant thing.

However, some simple thatched cottages and bamboo buildings survived.

"arrive."

Xue An stopped in front of the ruins, not daring to go in.

Although he did not participate in the looting of those doctors, he still felt ashamed as a member of Shiyuan City.

Ling Feng pulled Xue An's arm and said with a faint smile: "You don't have to feel ashamed, you are not the one who did the bad things. What's more, I don't think that person inside should blame you."

Judging from the strong smell of medicine wafting from the ruins of the City Lord's Mansion, the doctors inside should have not given up on the treatment of this plague.

Even so, do you still want to save the people here?

Through the powerful sense of consciousness, Ling Feng had "seen" clearly the doctors inside.

They were all women, and three of them were already showing signs of illness, leaning against the corner of the broken wall, their faces sallow, and coughing constantly.

As Xue An said, once the plague breaks out, the immortal cultivators will only be faster and stronger than ordinary people.

There are two other women who are suffering from boiling medicine and are very busy.

Of the two women, one of them was a bit older, but instead revealed a hint of maturity.

The other one was none other than Yu Shiwei.

The familiar silver bell had already revealed her identity.

It's a pity that I am Long Fei now, so I can't recognize her.

"who?"

The glance of Ling Feng's consciousness obviously alarmed the elderly woman inside. The next moment, the woman flew out from the ruins, holding a dust whisk in her hand, and a gust of wind hit her.

Ling Feng grabbed Xue An's shoulders and stepped aside. Yan Jinghong behind him frowned, and with a thought, he condensed the power of Xuntian Ice Soul and directly formed an ice wall in front of him.

boom!
The ice wall shattered and turned into shards of ice, but it also effectively blocked the blow of the woman dressed as a Taoist nun.

"Sky Patrol Ice Clan?"

The woman had obviously seen the world, and recognized Yan Jinghong's methods at a glance.

Ling Feng flew forward at the right time, bowed his hands to the woman, "Senior, I'm flying under the dragon, I don't have any malice in coming here."

The nun looked at Ling Feng carefully, then waved her whisk, and said calmly, "I thought it was another old friend, sorry."

old friend?
Ling Feng was taken aback for a moment. Could it be that she was talking about the one who killed Tianfang Guoshi and created the plague?
"Senior is serious."

Ling Feng smiled faintly, "I passed by here by chance, and heard that there was a plague outbreak here, and I happen to be a doctor, so maybe I can help a little."

At this moment, Yu Shiwei also ran out from the ruins, and at the same time shouted loudly: "It's not good, Master, Senior Sister drank the medicine, not only vomited, but also started coughing up blood!"

"what?"

Venerable Miao Fan's face darkened, and his figure immediately flew out, rushing into the ruins.

Ling Feng focused his eyes, nodded at Yu Shiwei first, and then hurriedly followed.

Human life is at stake, and in an emergency, I may be able to help.

Yu Shiwei looked at Ling Feng's back, and was slightly taken aback, feeling a little curious in her heart: Why does this young master give me a...familiar feeling?