The only way

Chapter 400
His eyes glanced at the token hanging from the waist of the man in the snow-white robe.

Lingchu met the curious gazes of Mo Huai and the others, with a smile on his face, and nodded calmly.

"Although I have never seen Senior Brother Si Bai's full face, it should be true."

Jiao Zheng nodded after hearing Lingchu's words, "No one would fake this kind of thing."

The rest of the people looked at Lingchu and Jiao Zheng in surprise.

It was Qin Mo who said something first, "This is also a common thing. There are so many disciples in the Immortal Sect. Some of them may have never seen each other in their entire lives."

Jiang Yanzhi also came from Xianmen, and nodded after hearing the words, expressing that it was indeed the case.

Naturally, Mo Huai would not delve into this issue, Jiao Zheng was indeed right.

False identity, and no benefit.

They were just purely curious. Whether it was other disciples of the immortal sect or casual cultivators, the reputation of the Sanqing Daozong Si Bai was not small.

Xianpin Linggen is another true disciple who has cultivated to the Golden Core realm at a young age.

Immortal spirit root?

Thinking of this, Mo Huai and Qin Mo were both stunned for a moment, as if, decades ago, Sanqing Daozong accepted another disciple of Immortal Spiritual Root.

She is also a female disciple, and it seems that she is also surnamed Yu.

Both Mo Huai and Qin Mo blinked, and looked at Lingchu with curiosity in their eyes.

The ancestor of the Tian family naturally doubted the identity of the person who came. After all, disputes between the two clans of humans and monsters were raging at this time, and no one knew what new tricks the other party would come up with.

You can only keep your guard up.

After confirming the decree of the Falling Demon City, the ancestor of the Tian family relaxed a lot.

And the crisis in Chaomu Town was completely resolved with Si Bai's arrival.

It wasn't until the sky became dark that the monsters in Chaomu Town were completely cleaned up.

Under the premise of occupying an absolute advantage, the only trouble is that because the monsters want to escape and scatter everywhere, in order to chase these fleeing monsters, they spend a lot of energy.

When Chaomu Town finally returned to calm, the originally clean streets were already dilapidated, blood mixed with dust solidified on the ground, severed limbs of monsters, human remains, mixed all over the town.

The surviving mortals fell down on the ground, or were alone, looking around in a daze, or embraced relatives and friends, their eyes lost their minds.

The surviving monks were covered in scars and their sleeves were stained with blood. They stood around and looked at the empty Chaomu Town where no monsters were alive. Even these tough monks were at a loss.

Until there was a soft weeping sound, it seemed that Chaomu Town, where even the wind was stagnant, finally had a slight movement.

With the sound of weeping, the wind gradually drifted away and raised high.

Lingchu stood on a piece of relatively clean stone bricks, and the blue butterfly clothes on his body emitted a faint spiritual light, which dispersed all the blood and dust.

It's just that the cassock is just a cassock, it can only dispel the filth from the clothes, but it cannot dispel the filth from other places.

Lingchu raised his hands and saw that those hands, which were originally as white as jade, were already stained with red blood, like red plums blooming in the snow.

Coquettish, yet eye-catching.

Lingchu glanced at the mortal who was crying, or sitting paralyzed, or desperate, and at the monk who was also in despair, lowered his eyes slightly, and just quietly looked at the blood on his hand, silent.

A pure white veil just appeared in Lingchu's sight.

One corner of the handkerchief was embroidered with green bamboo leaves, which added a unique freshness and vitality to this handkerchief.

The hand holding the handkerchief was very slender, with well-defined joints, which was really pretty.

Following this hand, Lingchu's eyes reflected a handsome face.

The expression on Jiang Yanzhi's face did not change in the slightest. He also looked at everything in front of him. His eyes were neither sad nor happy, they were still clear and clear. However, this time, Lingchu didn't feel that these eyes were just pure and clear. Ming Che, she has seen that what is buried deep under these eyes is as bright as stars and as deep as the deep sea.

On the top of the mountain, the light of the sword is like water, bright and sharp, the young man with the sword on his back said faintly, the light in his eyes when he returned to Chaomu Town.

This is a restrained yet sharp swordsman.

With a firm and determined heart.

Lingchu did not take the veil, but shook his palm lightly, and the blood on it dissipated like quicksand without a trace, revealing his white jade-like hands again.

"I didn't expect that fellow Daoist Jiang actually had such objects." The girl's eyebrows and eyes were slightly curved, with a smile on her lips, and her voice was light and playful, which was rarely seen.

She didn't feel too much sadness for these scenes, but some empathy is inevitable. Such scenes reminded her of some distant memories.

Coupled with the interference of the evil spirit of blood, it was just a momentary sentimentality.

But she has a clear heart.

Jiang Yanzhi withdrew his gaze, glanced at the girl with slightly narrow eyes, saw the clarity in the girl's eyes, and smiled lightly, not embarrassed by Lingchu's teasing words, but looked at the girl seriously, and said, "On the man, Can't you have a handkerchief?"

Lingchu met Jiang Yanzhi's eyes, saw the seriousness and doubt in his eyes, and knew that fellow Daoist Jiang was really puzzled.

Hearing this, he frowned and thought about it for a while, then nodded equally seriously, "Fellow Daoist is right, there really is no such rule."

There are not so many things that are taken for granted in the world, and some are just painted as prisons.

"Two fellow daoists, my patriarch invites all fellow daoists to move to the Tian family mansion." A monk stepped forward, although there was no smile on his face, and there was even a three-point darkness between his brows and eyes, but his tone was still very respectful and grateful .

They have all seen these people, and know that these people are monks from Falling Demon City, and they also know that Lingchu and his party have left Chaomu Town long before the monsters attacked Chaomu Town.

But at this moment, they appear here.

What this means, as long as the monks of the Zhangtian and Tian clans who have met the Lingchu people, understand.

Because of this, they were grateful to the Lingchu people, and thanked them for their willingness to return to Chaomu Town and resist the enemy with them.

So, even at this moment, all the monks in Chaomu Town were very tired and sad, but when they heard that the ancestor wanted to invite Lingchu and others to pass, all the monks who could still move rushed to inform.

Looking at the expression on the face of the unknown monk in front of him, Lingchu slightly pursed his lips and smiled. He didn't say anything after all, but just nodded and said hello.

These monks in Chaomu Town are different from the others in Lingchu. To Lingchu and others, the corpses scattered all over the place are just strangers of the same race. But to the monks in Chaomu Town, these corpses may be It is their relatives, friends, lovers, neighbors.

(End of this chapter)