The only way

Chapter 895 The Curtain Falls

Ling Chu didn't care about Master Luomei's fear.

Huang's fall was not unexpected.

The two Nascent Soul cultivators who came prepared attacked without mercy. Moreover, Huang had been seriously injured by Lingchu on the battlefield before and has not recovered yet.

After all the calculations, his death is his inevitable fate today.

Although Huang had been burned to ashes by the strange fire, True Lord Luomei still carefully explored the entire plum forest.

The two Nascent Soul consciousnesses swept across the world, making sure that nothing was missed. Then the peach blossom miasma dissipated and the fallen plum blossoms withered.

Master Luomei showed a bit of fatigue on his face after putting away his magic. Maintaining this plum forest was a huge drain on him.

As for the fatigue on his face, only True Lord Luomei himself knew how much of it was real and how much of it was fake.

Ling Chu did not want to pursue the matter, as they both had more important things to do at the moment.

Huang’s death meant that the thousands of remaining demon troops before them were leaderless and doomed to be slaughtered.

Outside the Nascent Soul battlefield, the fight between human cultivators and demonic cultivators was equally brutal.

Although the monks from Jumang City and the Twelve Linked Docks seized the initiative and wiped out many demon cultivators who were caught off guard, the demon army had the advantage in numbers and fought back desperately, so the battlefield was finally shortened and turned into a close combat.

During the battle between Lingchu, True Lord Luomei and Huang, dozens of cultivators had already died on this land.

By the time the two Nascent Soul cultivators were free, the situation on the battlefield would naturally change drastically.

I saw plum blossom petals falling like rain all over the sky, dotted with stars, beautiful like a dream, but murderous intent was revealed the moment they fell.

The red spider lilies all over the ground blossomed seductively in the pool of blood, and gorgeous blood flowers grew under the skin of all the demon cultivators that came into contact with the blood.

Plum blossoms and red spider lilies are mostly directed towards the demon cultivators above the golden elixir level.

In an instant, the lives of the Jindan demon cultivators on the field were taken.

Even if one or two Jindan demon cultivators managed to escape this disaster using secret methods, they could not escape the next killing move of the two Yuanying cultivators.

The killing power of the Nascent Soul cultivator who had no opponent on this battlefield was simply too great.

However, in just a moment, all the demons on the battlefield who had established their foundation were slaughtered, leaving only the largest number of low-level demon cultivators and monsters.

They also suffered successive defeats under the attack of the human cultivators.

Half an hour later, on the entire battlefield, except for the human cultivators, there was no longer a single demon standing.

The morning sun on the horizon was already half bright, painting the entire sky with an orange glow.

Above the earth, smoke filled the air and the ground was a charred mess, with corpses and blood mixed together in a sticky mixture everywhere.

The spiritual energy in the bodies of all the living people had been exhausted long ago, and they could not even fly in the air. What they stepped on was not the thick and hard earth, but the soft, hard, sticky, or dry earth, piled up like mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

The battle was a great victory, but everyone's expressions were numb.

They could no longer tell whether the blood on their bodies was their own or the enemy's, nor could they tell whether the corpses under their feet were those of their companions.

Although the cultivation world in East Land is also a place where the strong prey on the weak, fighting and killing for treasures is not uncommon.

But under the intimidation of the five major immortal sects, the environment of the entire East Land cultivation world is still peaceful.

Such brutal fighting has never happened in the past thousand years.

It was also the first time for the monks present to experience this.

The battle of Jumang City a few days ago was also not easy, but the two sides were restraining each other and testing each other. It was not the current battle of massacre and annihilation. In terms of cruelty, it is really incomparable. Especially for the monks of the Twelve Linked Docks, it was the first time for them to participate in such a battlefield in the true sense, and each of them was pale.

What's worse is that after a fierce life-and-death competition, some people came to their senses, smelled the blood, looked at the broken limbs and remains in front of them, and their stomachs churned. They covered their mouths and bent over repeatedly.

Similarly, the monks from the Twelve Linked Docks suffered obviously more casualties on the battlefield.

Master Luomei's spiritual sense swept across the battlefield and he apparently discovered this problem.

This time, his face, which was full of fatigue, sank again. He used his remaining spiritual power to gather up the monks from the Twelve Linked Docks one by one and sent them onto the spirit boat.

Lingchu did not take action because Jumang City had experienced a great war and the cultivators now had some experience.

The monks who were still able to move naturally went to support those monks who could not move, and some of them consciously went to clean up the battlefield.

The Jindan monks also tacitly guarded their own areas and searched for possible survivors.

Everything is so orderly and well-organized.

Ling Chu just raised his hand slightly, his spiritual consciousness communicated with heaven and earth, and his spiritual power condensed into rain. The drizzling rain contained infinite vitality, and all poured onto this broken land.

The same happened to every monk.

The familiar sweet rain silently and gently nourishes the broken earth and the scarred body.

Even the monks from the Twelve Linked Docks who were already on the spirit boat were not left behind by Lingchu.

True Lord Luomei reached out his hand to receive a few drops of sweet rain, feeling the pure spiritual power and vitality contained in them, and surprise reappeared on his face.

He looked at Lingchu thoughtfully, and a sigh arose in his heart. She was indeed the proud daughter of the Sanqing Taoist sect.

While thinking, he removed the formation on the spirit boat, allowing the sweet rain to fall unobstructed.

At the same time, the message was transmitted to the ears of every monk in the Twelve Linked Docks, "Sit down and absorb the rain and dew well."

The cultivators of the Twelve Linked Docks naturally followed the instructions of their ancestor, and each of them felt the pure spiritual power entering their body, with surprise in their eyes.

These sweet rains not only nourish their meridians, but also repair their wounds.

Although it is very slow and subtle, looking at this continuous drizzle, I understand the truth that little by little can add up to a lot.

  With the addition of elixirs, the recovery speed is much faster than before!

There was even a clever monk who quietly took out a porcelain bottle and began to catch the falling rain.

However, the sweet rain seemed to have eyes. Whenever it fell on any place other than the cultivators, it would disappear silently before reaching half an inch from the ground.

But it did not fall into the porcelain bottle, leaving the clever monk with a regretful sigh.

The battle here has been decided, and the battle on another battlefield has also come to an end.

Master Qiu covered his injured arm, and together with Master Caixia and Master Shoumeng, they looked at the battlefield not far away, with their expressions showing understanding.

"No wonder they asked us to continue the pursuit. It turns out they are planning to attack the demons at night."

Zhenren Caixia put away the dimly-lustered Cailing magic weapon and made sure that no demons had escaped here before she had time to speak.

As he spoke, he glanced at the expression of Master Shoumeng and saw that his sharp eyebrows had become lazy again, his eyes were slightly closed as if he was in a dream, and his body was swaying as if he could not stand steadily. It was impossible to tell whether he had known about this in advance.

He looked again at Master Qiu, who was silent and had closed his eyes to heal his wounds without him noticing.

Master Caixia was speechless and choked with emotion. Finally, she could only shake her head, resigned herself to her fate and sent out the sound transmission note. She then directed people to clean up the battlefield and deal with matters, busy as a top.

Master Caixia: I want to change my partner!