When Zhuo Buqun was about to leave Fulong City, Yuan Qingyao hurried to the inn.

"Fengrong's army, the situation is critical!"

Yuan Qingyao sighed, his face full of worry.

It turned out that in these days, a large-scale plague broke out in Fengrong's army, and it was fierce everywhere and it was out of control. The Fengrong tribe suffered heavy casualties and the King of Nanning had to ask for help from Fulong City.

The Three Feudals of the Southern Desert, Fulong City, Fengrong tribe and Chili tribe.

Because of Yuan Qingyao, most of the natives in Fulong City were completely naturalized, which was not much different from those in Xingyuan Continent.

The natives of the Chili tribe were all barbaric and uncivilized barbarians, living a life of eating raw meat and drinking blood, and they were called Shengman.

The Fengrong tribe has the most powerful force and the most tribe members. Moreover, the entire Fengrong tribe belongs to the same clan, and makes a living by slashing and fire and hunting. It is called the Maiman.

This time the plague broke out suddenly, and the Chili tribe first rebelled, attacking other indigenous tribes everywhere, burning, killing, looting, and wherever they go, they were like locusts passing through the border.

The Fengrong tribe was attracted by Yuan Qingyao by various means, and there was no sign of rebellion for the time being. At this time, a large-scale plague broke out in the Fengrong tribe. If it was not curbed in time, a major riot would definitely occur.

When the Fengrong tribe was in chaos, the entire Southern Desert became chaotic, and there was no reason for Fulong City to be spared.

Yuan Qingyao glanced at Zhuo Buqun and stopped talking.

Zhuo Buqun smiled indifferently, "The princess meant that she wanted me to go to Fengrong's army and help the King of Nanning solve the plague?"

A few days ago, the King of Nanning had just offended Zhuo Buqun, but now he asked Zhuo Buqun to save Feng Rong's army. Zhuo Buqun's method to solve the plague requires the loss of essence and blood. No one would agree to this kind of thing.

Yuan Qingyao smiled helplessly and said, "I also know that it is a bit difficult to do this, but the matter is urgent, so I can only come to ask the Emperor for shamelessness.

According to the news sent back by the spies in Fengrong's tribe, Fengrong's tribe also invited people from the Witch God Sect. It seems that Fengrong's tribe is going to join the Chili tribe. If that is true, the Southern Wilderness will be over!"

"What is the relationship between the Witch God Cult and the Chili tribe?"

Zhuo Buqun's heart moved and asked.

"I don't know what the Witch God Sect originated. They suddenly appeared before the Southern Wilderness fell into turmoil. After the plague broke out, they grew rapidly. However, the Witch God Sect has a very close relationship with the Chili tribe. The Witch God Sect leader is the high priest of the Chili tribe!"

"Witch God Cult!"

Zhuo Buqun sneered in his heart.

The matter is no longer clear. The witch god spreads the plague behind the scenes, but the Witch God Cult is under the guise of saving people to collect the lifespan of the natives for the Witch God, and at the same time controls the three feudal families of the Southern Wilderness. The plan is incredible.

Zhuo Buqun stood up and said, "Let's go!"

He originally planned to find the Witch God and killed him directly, but now he has changed his mind.

The people from the Witch God Sect who went to Fengrong this time must be middle and high-level leaders of the sect, and it may even be the Witch God Sect leader who went there personally. As long as you catch him, it will be easy to find the place where the Witch God entrenches.

Yuan Qingyao was stunned, "Where is the Human Emperor going?"

"Didn't the princess ask me to go to Fengrong's army?"

"The Human Emperor promised to go to Fengrong's army to save people?"

Yuan Qingyao was surprised and happy, and said with gratitude: "I would like to thank the Human Emperor for the Southern Wilderness!"

Zhuo Buqun waved his hand and smiled. There was a personal grudge between him and the King of Nanning, and the life and death of thousands of people in the Fengrong tribe was righteous.

It is naturally not difficult for him to choose between personal grudges and righteousness.

Zhuo Buqun boarded the flying boat at the Fulong King's Mansion and followed Yuan Qingyao to Fengrong's army.

Duanmu Yu, Hua Sheng and others stayed in Fulong City. With Hua Sheng there, there was also a mid-level Douhuang in Fulong City, so naturally there was no need to worry about their safety.

Before leaving, Zhuo Buqun left some blood to stabilize the situation in Fulong City, so as not to cause any chaos.

Fengrong's army is nearly ten thousand miles away from Fulong City, not too far. The flying boats in Fulong's palace are extremely fast and they are speeding all the way. It took half a day to reach Fengrong's territory.

Zhuo Buqun was on the flying boat and saw corpses everywhere in the villages along the way. The poisonous aura contained in the rules of heaven and earth was also extremely strong, which could pose a threat to the fighters, let alone ordinary people.

"It seems that Chili's tribe wants to take down Fengrong's tribe in one fell swoop. It's ridiculous that the King of Nanning also invited the Witch God Sect to Fengrong's tribe, and he didn't know that the wolf was brought into the house!"

Zhuo Buqun shook his head and sighed.

The flying boat soon came to the top of a giant mountain.

The peak is as high as 2,000 feet and is more than 500 miles in a radius. There are countless bamboo buildings and thatched houses on the mountain, and there are no less than tens of millions of Fengrong natives living in it.

From the air, we can see that corpses are burning in many places. It seems that the plague has spread here. Although it is not as serious as the villages I saw on the way, the situation is very critical.

Yuan Qingyao put away the flying boat and flew towards the mountain with Zhuo Buqun.

Soon, a master from Fengrong's army came out, asked about their identities, and took them to a cave.

The interior of the cave is extremely vast, with a size of 100 acres. Oil lamps shine brightly on the inside of the cave. The furnishings in the cave are very rough but extremely luxurious. This is the palace of the King of Nanning.

The King of Nanning sat high above the throne. Zhuo Buqun and Yuan Qingyao had no intention of getting up. He looked at the two of them from a high place, looking extremely rude.

Feng Qianqian stood on the side of the throne, the wound on her face had not healed yet, and the eyes of Zhuo Buqun were filled with resentment.

"I didn't expect that the Human Emperor and the Princess actually came. Even I have to admire you!"

The rough voice of the King of Nanning echoed in the cave, trembling with shock.

Yuan Qingyao said in a deep voice: "The Human Emperor takes no grudges and comes to save Feng Rong's troops personally. How can you be so rude?"

"Is the Human Emperor really here to save Feng Rong's army?"

The King of Nanning laughed loudly, slapped his hands, and immediately two big men came up with a bronze tripod.

The King of Nanning pointed to the bronze tripod and said coldly: "I heard that the blood of the Human Emperor can resolve the toxic energy of the epidemic. The Fengrong tribe has no less than 700,000 people who have been infected with the plague. I don't know how many tribes will be infected with the plague. The Human Emperor puts blood on the bronze tripod, which is almost enough!"

Zhuo Buqun raised his eyebrows and his face turned gloomy.

This copper tripod has a diameter of five feet. Even if the blood in Zhuo Buqun's body is dried, it will not be one-tenth of that of the copper tripod.

The King of Nanning sneered: "Didn't you always say that you are here to save people? Why, now you have regretted it?"

Yuan Qingyao's eyes flashed with a flash of light and she asked coldly: "King Nanning, what do you mean?"

The King of Nanning said gloomyly: "The Fengrong tribe has found someone to solve this damn plague, so it won't cost the Emperor the effort.

You two come here to let you testify. It’s not that I want to rebel against the dynasty, but that I have to do it!”

Yuan Qingyao shouted sternly: "You actually want to rebel against the dynasty!"

"The Fengrong tribe is about to be exterminated. Should I wait for death here?"

An old, hoarse voice came from the depths of the cave, and then a dozen people walked out from behind.

The leader was an old man wearing a brown robe, tall, but thin, giving people the feeling of a bamboo pole strung with a piece of clothing swaying constantly.

His eyes were deeply sunk, his pupils were turbid, and a cold light flashed from time to time, giving people a gloomy and terrifying feeling.

This person did not have any fluctuations in his fighting spirit, but he gave Zhuo Buqun the feeling that he was a little more dangerous than the King of Nanning.

It is not difficult to guess that this person's identity is the leader of the Witch God Cult.
Chapter completed!