Chapter 402: Long live the saint!

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Halfway back to Phoenix Mountain, Jun Chen knew about the plague.

The plague broke out so quickly that it was hard to defend against.

There was a large area of ​​panic in Jinling.

"I sent a message to Tu Wanxiong in the afternoon and reminded him that I still couldn't completely eliminate the occurrence of the plague." Jun Chen thought in his heart, but he was very calm.

“This is not good news.”

Murong Qing trampled on the flying sword and said with his cell phone, "You read the news, and the media has attacked the Saint in just a while, and it was a large-scale attack."

"The netizens have also started to make excuses and want the saint to give an explanation."

"Wait, it seems I was attacked too!"

One minute later, the two arrived at Jinling Xiandao Temple.

At this moment, outside the Jinling Immortal Courtyard was surrounded by crowds. They held various banners and declaring the Saint, and were very excited. If it were not for the students of the Immortal Courtyard, they would have rushed into the Immortal Courtyard.

The Martial God Altar is also dispatched to maintain stability.

Tu Wanxiong was also there, holding the loudspeaker and trying to convince the personnel who were attacking the Jinling Immortal Court, but returned in vain.

"Get out of the holy lady!"

"Get out of the Immortal Courtyard!"

"Get out of Jinling!"

"I said why did the Saint be so kind to give us free treatment for influenza? It turned out that the Saint stole other people's things and others could not beat the Saint, so we Jinling people were used as bargaining chips. The Saint cured us out of guilt!"

"Saint, your greed will harm the entire Jinling. Please return the things back."

"It's ridiculous. The Saint was still calling on everyone to vote for Murong Qing on social networks for half an hour. Unexpectedly, she was such a person. She persecuted us and wanted us to vote, but she didn't even want her face."

"The sons of the Immortal Courtyard, the saints sold you, but you actually counted the money for her? If you still have a conscience, let us in quickly and we will confront the saints in front of each other."

"The saint brought such a great disaster to Jinling. If she still had a conscience, why didn't she prosecute herself or apologize?"

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The indignant crowd was criticizing Ye Feiye, and his voice was more and more unpleasant.

What Jun Chen and Murong Qing didn't know was that some of them were related to the Fire Clan and deliberately fanned the flames, causing the situation to be almost out of control.

At this time, Ye Feiye stepped on the flying sword and came from the sky.

When everyone saw Ye Feiye appear, the sound of striking caused a sensation than before.

Looking at this scene and listening to various unpleasant sounds, Ye Feiye's beautiful face suddenly turned pale. She stood at the school gate and was about to explain, but countless debris hit her like raindrops.

She quickly used her spiritual power to turn into a barrier, but fortunately she resisted it, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

Two tears also appeared in the corner of her eyes.

Because she was wronged for no reason, this made her feel extremely wronged.

Unfortunately, a powerful man from the divine vein took action behind his back and smashed the statue of the Saint Goddess with a stone. The light in the world was originally dark, but now it was dim in an instant.

The conflict between the students and the people of Jinling suddenly became sharp.

"Shut up everyone!"

At this moment, a loud roar rang out throughout the night sky, as if thunder was heard. All the sounds disappeared at this moment, and the quietness between the sky and the earth returned to its origin.

Jun Chen came forward, crossed the sky, looked down at everyone, and said, "Do you rather believe the rumors online than the Saint of Jinling?"

After hearing Jun Chen's words, the crowd finally regained some rationality.

At this time, Tu Wanxiong stood up and said in a deep voice: "Dear citizens, I am Tu Wanxiong, the leader of the Martial God Altar. This is the case. An evil sect came to Jinling to seize the treasure of the Saint, but they did not have the strength to be enemies with the Saint, and deliberately threatened the Saint with the name of the people of Jinling."

"So this flu."

"The saint tried every possible way and exhausted his efforts, and then the plague resolved this cold before it came."

"At the same time, in order not to harm the people of Jinling, the Saint has already compromised with the evil sect. I have a chat record between the Saint and the evil sect. I will post it to the official website of the Martial God Altar now, and you can check it out immediately."

"Also, the saint has heard of a clever method and has successfully captured the boss of the evil sect, and the rest of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals were also captured by our Martial God Altar."

"Secondly, according to the confident news found in the Martial God Altar, this plague will not spread. I will only occur among people with flu. In other words, people who have not had time to cure colds during the day will get infected with the plague. People who have been cured will not get infected with the plague. Everyone can be absolutely relieved."

"Also, I believe in the saints of the Martial God Altar. If the saints can cure the flu, they will definitely cure the plague."

"What I want to say in the end is that some families in the Martial God Arena have determined that they have used the plague to guide public opinion to attack the Saint, and gain an advantage in the mayoral election that will start tomorrow. No matter who the other party is, once my Martial God Arena is clearly investigated, I will definitely punish you and will never tolerate you!"

After Tu Wanxiong finished speaking, everyone looked at Ye Feiye.

"Saint, can you really cure the plague and prevent it from happening again?"

Ye Feiye was nervous and couldn't help but look at Jun Chen with a request.

Jun Chen understood the truth and announced in public: "The saint can cure the plague, don't be nervous."

"You little boy, get out of the way, we must let the saint say it in person." Jun Chen was ignored by millions of people.

Ye Feiye became even more nervous. Even the holy light of that statue of god could not cure the plague. How could she treat it?

Jun Chen whispered: "Don't be nervous when a child's mother, don't I teach you the Holy Light Art? The holy light carved from the formation is just ordinary holy light, far less pure than the holy light that is cultivated."

"You can try it."

Ye Feiye nodded, bit his cherry lips lightly, and walked towards the countless unconscious people lined up in the square.

After hesitating for a moment, she activates the first level of the Holy Light Technique with all her strength.

Gradually, a jade finger stood up, and a dim holy light appeared, cold and holy.

With the increase in the injection of spiritual power, this holy light expanded by hundreds of times, which was even more dazzling than what was emitted from the previous statue of the Saint Statue.

The use of the Holy Light Technique consumes a lot, and Ye Feiye's dantian has a lot of spiritual power, but it is not enough to consume it.

After a while, the comatose people on the ground woke up one after another.

One minute later, tens of thousands of people who were infected with the plague woke up.

Outside the college, everyone was stunned.

"Thank you for helping me!"

"Long live the saint!"

The patients who were rescued were so grateful that they were filled with darkness and bowed down to worship each other. The scene was very spectacular.

Ye Feiye's spiritual power was exhausted, and the holy light on his fingertips quickly disappeared. He was covered in cold sweat. Her slender and light body softened and she was about to fall to the ground.

Jun Chen appeared in time and helped her.

This scene caused quite a lot of exclamations.

At this time, the crowd outside the school burst into screams.

"The official news from the Martial God Altar was sent, a chat record made by the Saint and a man named Death."

"The God of Death is so despicable. In order to blackmail the Saint's magical weapon and sword, we Jinling people are actually kidding! Don't let me see that God of Death, otherwise I will destroy him!"

"Looking at the chat records, the saint has compromised in order to protect Jinling, and for those of us who are unrelated, she is willing to give up the priceless divine weapon."

"We actually believed the rumors and even made the Saint cry. We are really not human."

"Fortunately, the Saint has successfully turned the tide. If something happens, I will never forgive myself for what I have done today."

"I'm sorry, Saint, I kowtow to you and repent!"

"In order to make up for my mistake, I decided to donate money to build ten holy temples!"
Chapter completed!