The only way

Chapter 369 Dao Heart
The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to collect corpses, search for living people, and make up for monsters.

Among these three items, looking for living people is the rarest thing, and it is also the thing most monks have the highest expectations in their hearts when cleaning the battlefield, but they dare not expect it the least.

Lingchu registered one hundred and one corpses, and it was the first time that he discovered that there were still living monks.

On the elegant face, the previous heavy look was swept away, and the brows and eyes were full of joy.

Taking out a healing elixir from the storage bag, Lingchu wrapped the elixir with spiritual power, carefully opened Nanxiu's mouth, and put it into his mouth.

After the elixir was put into the male cultivator's mouth, Lingchu carefully inspected the male cultivator's body again, his gaze paused on his back, the huge wound that ran through the entire shoulder blade, and several claw marks on the waist where the bones were deep.

The blood from the wound no longer flowed, mixed with the soil, condensed and dried up at the wound, revealing a black color.

Lingchu frowned, and a thoughtful look flashed in his eyes.

There seems to be something wrong with this wound.

The fingertips were stained with spiritual power, and the light blue spiritual power containing vitality penetrated into the claw marks on the male cultivator's waist. When the light blue spiritual power touched the blackness of the wound, there was a slight sneering sound.

poisonous!

Lingchu's fingertips touched the male cultivator's neck again, and took a pill. The vitality in the male cultivator's body has become much stronger, and the terrifying wound on the shoulder blade is slowly healing.

On the waist, there were several black claw marks, but they never showed any tendency to heal.

After feeding Nanxiu another detoxifying elixir to ensure that Nanxiu would not lose his breath, Lingchu took his eyes off the jet-black claw marks on his waist.

Fortunately, the poison in this wound did not seem to be fatal. Feeling the more and more stable breath of the male cultivator, for the first time in Lingchu, the flag was not red, but green.

Turning over the wooden sign hanging on the waist of the male cultivator, Lingchu took the pen and wrote down the first name on the white booklet.

Fu Lingyun, Jianzhai.

Jianzhai?

Lingchu paused at the tip of his pen, looked down at Nanxiu's half-baby face that was covered in blood and hair, and then looked at the monster pressing Nanxiu.

The monster was pierced through the chest by a flying sword, leaving only the silver hilt and the ginger tassel at the end of the hilt swaying in the breeze.

He stretched out his hand and pulled out the long sword that pierced through the monster's chest, and gently placed it in the hands of this Jianzhai disciple named Fu Lingyun.

When the silver flying sword fell into Fu Lingyun's hand, there was a slight sound of the sword, and the blade trembled slightly, as if thanking Lingchu.

This flying sword seems to be extraordinary.

Lingchu himself had quite a few magical weapons like this, and although he was surprised for a moment, there was no hint of greed in his eyes.

As soon as he got up, Lingchu glanced at the green flag not far away, and came quickly, the alchemist in a white robe, full of medicinal fragrance, calmed down a little.

Just as he was about to turn around, Lingchu suddenly thought of something, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, the spiritual power in his hand was concentrated, and a pale pink peach blossom appeared in his hand.

Ever since a spirit peach tree was planted in her backyard, Lingchu fell in love with the glowing pink peach blossoms.

Today she has morphed more than 100 white chrysanthemums, and finally seeing a living person, she was overjoyed, so she casually morphed a pink peach into Fu Lingyun's front as usual.

"Peace be with you."

Lingchu gave a soft blessing, and then went on to check the next corpse.

Unbeknownst to him, the male cultivator lying on the ground opened his closed eyes for a moment, and then closed them heavily.

Only a blue shadow was captured.

Even after searching hundreds of corpses, a glimmer of life was discovered, but this glimmer of life was enough to dispel the shadows of the previous hundred deaths.

Hidden in the clouds, the white figure in charge of guarding this area had a fleeting smile on his fairy face.

Cleaning the battlefield is naturally more than one person.

After the beast tide, hundreds of monks stepped into the battlefield full of corpses, cleaning the battlefield inch by inch.

Until the upper clouds on the moon, when the silver glow is sprinkled all over.

Under Jiao Zheng's yell, Ling Chu straightened up, holding a heavy black booklet in his hand.

Looking back at the battlefield, as long as there are green flags, it means that there are living monks here, and they were the first to be carried back to the demon city. Now, on the entire battlefield, only red flags are left all over the ground .

Every time a corpse is taken away, every time a living person is carried away, the flag will be taken back, so that people who come after will not come to the place where the flag is located again, wasting time for nothing.

The monk's movements were very fast, but within half a day, after searching non-stop, he had already cleaned up the battlefield, and the rest was for the low-level monks to bring back the confirmed dead bodies to Falling Demon City.

A monk like Lingchu who cleans the battlefield can also bring the registered booklet back to Falling Demon City, and hand in the storage bag and booklet for comparison to ensure that there are no mistakes.

The monk's eyesight is so good, with just one glance, Lingchu can almost count the number of red flags.

Thousands of red flags fluttered in the wind in the night.

It was a life that was once alive.

Lingchu's hand holding the black booklet tightened slightly. On the booklet in her hand, there were 180 registered names.

On the white booklet, there were only nine people.

Relying on the uncommonness of the method, the speed of Lingchu examination is very fast.

More than a thousand people, considering the number of tens of thousands of monks in a battle, it seems not many, but this is the fourth wave of beasts, and it is only the fourth wave of beasts.

With the continuous evolution of the beast tide, more and more monks died in the beast tide.

When the beast tide really ends, I don't know how many people will return.

In the night, Lingchu was dressed in silver, and walked towards the Falling Demon City in silence.

She couldn't help but think of the earthquake many years ago.

It was not the first time that Lingchu saw death, but it was the first time she knew the fragility of life and the infinite power of heaven and earth. It was also during that earthquake that Lingchu planted a young plant for the first time. Dao Xin.

When you look up, you know that the world is infinite, and when you look down, you know that the vegetation is verdant.

Now in this beast tide, after decades, Lingchu seemed to appear on the devastated land again, with no wailing in his ears, but desolation in his heart.

Jiao Zheng followed behind Lingchu, also silent, looking at the tall city inhabiting the night in front of him, his eyes were once again tinged with a touch of coldness.

Slightly raising his head, looking at the bright and clear full moon, Jiao Zheng pulled a stiff smile from the corner of his mouth, lo and behold, didn't he just say that it would be much more comfortable to mend the formation in the city.

(End of this chapter)