The next morning, Jiang Ziya's army set out to move forward. He thought that the fleeing Taishi Wen and his gang had already gone away. Unexpectedly, they saw the Shangjun camp not long after they left.

In addition, there was an altar in the Shangjun camp, surrounded by various array flags. A Taoist with green lips on the platform was doing the same. In front of him, an incense burned with raging fire, and a bead on it was also green. It was floating on the incense burner and receiving the roasting of the fire.

Jiang Ziya was cautious and immediately asked the army to stop moving forward. He said to Yang Jian beside him: "You change and fly away, and see what kind of sideways is that."

Yang Jian was tangled with Yuan Hong's entanglement. He was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly threw the monkey holding his sleeve, flew into a bee, and buzzed to the Shangjun camp.

Zhang Zilong glanced at Yuan Hong with a deep sense. These two people were getting more and more abnormal. Although Yang Jian looked very impatient just now, the quasi-saint's insight was extremely strong. Yang Jian was definitely not the entanglement that hated Yuan Hong so much on the surface...

But it was said that Lu Yue was a master of the other side, and he was full of plague and magic, which was the best in the world. Yang Jian’s own cultivation was stronger than Lu Yue, and there were no more powerful cultivators in the Shang army, so he did not encounter any obstacles along the way. However, when Yang Jian flew to Lu Yue’s altar, he suddenly felt dizzy. Yang Jian, who was at the peak of the Golden Immortal, actually felt sleepy!!

"Not good!!" Yang Jian was startled, and quickly stopped and quickly moved away from Lu Yue. Jiang Ziya saw Yang Jian, who had just left for a while, flew back staggeringly.

Seeing that his face had a strange flush, his fair and tender face slowly produced some scarlet acne spots, he was shocked: "What's wrong with Yang Jian?"

Yuan Hong rushed over and hugged the drowsy Yang Jian. Yang Jian panted: "Uncle Master...that Lu Yue is strange, but his nephew is incompetent and cannot get close to the altar. I don't know what evil method it is."

After saying that, he fell into Yuan Hong's arms and fainted. Zhang Zilong took Yang Jian, and a golden light appeared on his palm, and placed it on Yang Jian's forehead. The golden light touched Yang Jian, and quickly merged into his body and decorated Yang Jian into a golden golden man.

After a while, Yu Ding and other second-generation golden immortals saw a layer of sweat coming out of Prince Yulong's forehead and suddenly opened their eyes: "Strange! This is the first time I have seen such a thing." Prince took back the golden light, but Yang Jian's face was slightly relaxed, and the rest did not improve at all: "Although the soul and meridians are intact, they will faint, have acne, and be exhausted..." The more Prince Zhang thought about it, the more he felt, why is it so similar to the virus infection in his previous life?

No? How can immortals get infected with viruses?

After grabbing his hair, Zhang Zilong sighed depressedly: "When I think about it carefully, all the senior brothers will come and take a look. Yuan Hong, put Yang Jian in the tent."

After Yuan Hong had settled Yang Jian, all the golden immortals tried the methods one by one, but none of them could solve Yang Jian's problem. Everyone looked at each other silently, and in the end, Yu Ding couldn't calm down: "No, otherwise I would take Yang Jian to Yuxu Palace to find a solution!"

Zhang Zilong frowned: "But now the master should be a visit to Biyou Palace with Master Taishang?"

Uh, Yu Ding was stunned, what should I do?

At this time, Xuandu, who had been silent, spoke: "Don't worry, senior brothers, I seem to have seen the Taoist who did that..." He pondered: "It should be the true man Lu Yue from Jiulong Island. He heard that this man is extremely talented, but he doesn't like Taoism. He concentrates on practicing the magic spell. He is the first poison master in the world..." Speaking of this, Xuandu's expression suddenly changed: "No!! Go and see all the soldiers!"

After saying that, he left everyone behind and rushed out of the camp. Everyone was puzzled, but seeing that Xuan was so anxious, he ran out.

At this moment, Lu Yue in the business camp suddenly opened his eyes. The green beads slowly melted as Lu Yue opened his eyes and finally turned into gas. Lu Yue smiled slightly and pointed his hand towards the Zhou army, and the colorless and tasteless gas quietly sneaked into the army.

As soon as Xuandu ran out of Yang Jian's tent, he saw a few soldiers who began to sway, their faces turned red, and they all fell to the ground one by one.

Everyone who came out looked ashen, Jiang Ziya's most important, and asked people to take care of the soldiers who had found out the matter. The people in the Xuanmen quickly set up several protective formations, but it seemed that they did not work much. That night, about half of them had abnormalities, and 300,000 soldiers had gone wrong.

At this moment, Zhang Zilong finally remembered it. It seemed that when he was watching the Gods List, there was something about Lu Yue. When he looked at the scene in front of him, he couldn't help but laugh. Because through the soul link, he learned from Xuanyuan that when Yang Jian and Nezha went to find the God of Blessing, Shennong prepared some herbs for them, saying that they could use it in the future, so don't run for the second time.

Everyone was worried about this matter, but unexpectedly, the prince suddenly laughed, and his pair of fire-breathing eyes were instantly focused on him... Zhang Zilong scratched his head awkwardly: "Hehe, don't be anxious, I have thought of a solution!" After that, he called Nezha's little "Loli" who was staring blankly beside him.

Since childhood, he heard Taiyi Zhenren tell the story of Master Yulong's uncle. Little Nezha was quite defensive to this person. Seeing Yulong calling him, he turned around and glanced at his teacher. Taiyi Zhenren nodded slightly to him. Nezha was not clear and dazed to Zhang Zilong.

"Give it to me!" Zhang Zilong's eyes shone and his hands slapped Nezha's shoulder. Nezha was so scared that he was shocked. Give it to him? What rice should he give him?

Seeing that Nezha did not respond, Zhang Zilong frowned: "Is it inconvenient here? Then let's go to the house, please give it to me quickly..." Zhang Zilong thought Nezha did not bring the herbs with him, so he pulled him to Nezha's hut very wisely.

Not only Nezha was frightened, but the Xuanmen disciples present felt a chill behind him. Of course, the Sanxiao sisters were no longer surprised. On the other hand, it seems that the three of them were also very interested in Nezha, the little boy with a loli face... Especially Bixiao, now thinking: Can you lend it to her after the master has played? (Be a doll...)

Nezha's little arms and legs could not resist Zhang Zilong's brute force that could smash Buzhou Mountain. Because the prince's status was noble, he didn't dare to say anything, so he had to look back at Master and others with his watery tears. When Taiyi saw it, his heart tightened. He couldn't help but rush to save his beloved apprentice several times. However, Guangchengzi pulled him aside and whispered a few times. Taiyi shivered all over, and he withdrew his legs, and made a look at Nezha: he wanted to be blessed, and then closed his eyes.

Seeing that Taiyi Zhenren was like this, Nezha suddenly felt despair surged into his heart. Although he was small, his mind was like an adult, and he naturally knew what would happen next...

Zhang Zilong pulled Nezha into the room and shook his hand: "Hurry up! Time is tight!!"

Nezha's expression turned red and green... Finally, he gritted his teeth. Anyway, he was the incarnation of lotus roots, so at worst he could go back to find Nuwa to change the lotus roots!! He simply closed his eyes and quickly took off his top.

Now it was the prince's turn to be depressed: "I said, where did you hide that herb? What clothes should you take off?"

Well…

Nezha's hand that had just put on his pants paused. Herbs? Could it be...

When Nezha woke up to the misunderstanding, she burst into tears and kept muttering: I just said, I just said, Uncle Master would never fall in love with a child like me... And Uncle Master likes to find those mighty and strong men... Cough cough!!

In the end, the prince still got the herbs. When everyone saw Zhang Zilong and Nezha coming into the tent, they rushed over the wall and cabinets, and they each walked out with their hands of herbs, all of whom were confused.

Zhang Zilong smiled and shook the fairy grass that emitted a faint light in his hand: "This is how to save Yang Jian and the soldiers!"
Chapter completed!