Next.
Chen Changan found a cave and began to study the Dao Wen and deconstruct it, while at the same time paying attention to the confrontation between the two forces.
Because of this moment.
The Ice Clan has already made a plan and will definitely launch a large-scale third war in the near future.
At that time, they will release the Taoist plague again.
And what is the 'No. 2 Taoist Plague'.
Such news has revealed that the Ice Clan has mastered the ability to create Dao Plague. They can turn this thing that terrifies the cultivation world of the five continents into a weapon.
This is very terrible news.
If the five continents remain helpless, they will most likely suffer immeasurable losses.
Many practitioners died.
It is possible that mountains of corpses and seas of blood will appear.
Once that time comes, Chen Changan dare not imagine what the world will become.
And at this moment, the Ice System has already begun to cause trouble against mortals.
They don't even spare mortals like ants.
The mortals of the Ice Series must replace the mortals of the five continents.
If they were allowed to succeed, Chen Changan could imagine a picture where the souls of hell were like mountains and seas, and demons were wreaking havoc on the world.
He doesn't want this to happen.
"We must stop this, we must come up with something to prevent the Dao Plague!"
He muttered something.
Chen Changan pasted two Kaitian Realm Enlightenment Talismans and fell into a state of studying the Tao plague.
…
One day.
People have been falling one after another in the central city.
Most of the symptoms are coughing up blood, tingling all over the body, coughing up blood continuously, and finally slowly closing the eyes in infinite fear.
At this moment, the central city was on the verge of chaos after only one day.
There were few ordinary people on the street, and the practitioners had all stayed in their rooms.
A magnificent city of more than 10 million people.
It was like a ghost town for a day.
At the same time, a sky-like city defense formation also fell.
Block people from entering or exiting.
At various entrances to the city, monks began to organize the transportation of supplies.
The price also rose sharply, doubling in just one day.
The huge city of Central City began to frantically suck the blood of the surrounding towns and villages. If the outside world was also infected and there were no supplies, it would be unimaginable what the future would be like.
And at the same time.
Complaints have already begun within the city.
Various noises appeared one after another in major restaurants, teahouses, and various buildings.
"You may not know this, but this is actually the Dao Plague. The people of the Ice Clan have gone crazy and started using the Dao Plague to kill us!"
“That’s impossible!”
"What's impossible? Are you a fool? You can't see it. Why were our people fine in the previous battle, but so many people died in the battle yesterday? Can't you see what went wrong?"
"The Ice Clan is indeed a poisonous clan. They are the source of poison and the shame of the world!"
"I think that even if it is a Taoist plague, it may not be a bad thing. There will definitely be deaths, but not everyone will be infected. The law of nature is survival of the fittest. If many people die, those who survive will be elites, which is also a good thing!"
"Brother, what you said makes sense. What is this?"
“I call it herd immunity.”
"Hahahaha, this is a good term. It's OK!"
Everyone was discussing it one by one.
Some people are worried, some are gloating, and some think it's okay if more people die, and never think that they might be affected.
Some people openly advocate herd immunity.
…
Two days later.
There were gradually fewer people in the teahouse.
The topics of discussion also became a little heavier.
"Hey, I haven't seen you for two days, and half of my brothers are gone. This plague is indeed a bit strong. It's spreading so fast and taking effect so quickly. Is there nothing a cultivator can do about it?"
Someone panicked and picked up the teacup while talking, and found that his hands were shaking uncontrollably.
"I can only rely on my cultivation to get through it. Maybe this is my fate. I can't avoid this disaster no matter what I do. I just need to be open-minded!"
"Yes, brother, what you said makes sense."
"I just suddenly felt lonely, which is not a good thing!"
At this time, a monk said with tears and laughter:
"My brother died. Yesterday, he was right in front of me, spitting blood. He kept spitting blood and then he died. The last thing he said to me was, 'Brother, you have to live, you have to practice hard, you have to find a Taoist partner, pass on our bloodline, maintain the family's incense, and don't be a sinner in the family!"
"Hahahaha, but he's gone. We had a brotherhood of more than a hundred years, and he left me so easily."
"We are brothers. We burned, killed, looted and committed all kinds of evil together. We rose to prominence by killing people. We thought about being killed by others, but we never thought we would die like this."
"This is a shame for us practitioners. We should die in battle, we should be killed. We should not die in pain and helplessness, and die in fear!"
Talking and talking.
The monk spat out a mouthful of blood.
Suddenly, the monks who were originally in low spirits and were about to go up to comfort him fled away one by one, cursing loudly:
"Damn it, I was deeply moved by you before, but I didn't expect that you are a carrier of the plague. Cultivating soldier, cultivating soldier, there is a carrier of the plague here, come quickly and catch him."
"Fuck! What bad luck!"
"Brothers, run quickly, cherish your life, the principle is the plague!"
The monks scattered, cursing.
Soon, the practicing soldiers came to the restaurant, picked up the monk, and dragged him to the square in the central city.
now.
There were many more people in the square, and there were many makeshift houses.
Anyone infected with the Taoist plague will be sent here.
Deal with the dead with fire.
Those who are not dead and can survive will be released.
Of course, during this period, you will get some pills and take them on time.
For the rest, life and death are determined by fate, and wealth and honor are determined by God.
We can only leave it to fate.
"Let me go. I am hopeless. I am going to die. But even if I die, I want to die on the battlefield, not in the square. I came out to kill. I want to kill. I don't want to leave helplessly and painfully!"
The monk shouted.
He was shouting that he wanted to kill the people of the Ice Clan.
"Quiet, monk, you need to rest. You can do it. You will be fine. Trust our alchemist!"
The cultivating soldier spoke and handed the cultivator a pill.
"I won't eat, I won't eat, I want to kill the enemy, I want to kill the enemy, your pills are all rubbish, they are all useless, otherwise how can the Dao Plague still be called the Dao Plague? Brothers, get up, we can't be saved, we are cultivators, the day we set foot in the cultivation world, we are destined to die, killing is our Dao Life."
The monk shouted.
He is truly a fighting maniac.
The practicing soldiers were helpless.
Moreover, this person's words also inspired many people who were coughing up blood.
They stood up and picked up their weapons.
Start shouting.