The only way

Chapter 911 Purple Rose

Once again passing by a dilapidated and desolate city, the broken walls and ruins in the city were full of traces of beacon fires and the lingering color of blood.

The height hanging in the sky could not block the sight of Lingchu and Qingkong. Both the man and the beast were silent.

"It's getting ugly..."

Qingkong's voice was still childish, but the words he spoke were filled with maturity and regret.

Ling Chu knew that Qingkong was talking about the land of Donglu. The beautiful scenery of the past no longer existed, leaving only devastation.

The outstretched hand stroked the snow-white hair of Qingkong. There was compassion and calmness in Lingchu's eyes. "The mountains and rivers have spirits and all things grow by themselves. All things have spirits and all living things grow by themselves."

"As long as the mountains don't collapse and the waters don't dry up, life will naturally not become extinct. After three to five years, this world will surely become a pure land again."

Ling Chu looked towards the sky and earth below and easily captured the veins of mountains and rivers hidden underground.

The world has its own laws, life will not be cut off, and humans are the most tenacious existence. Even if there are thousands of miles of scorched earth, they can slowly make it bloom.

A black figure passed silently in the broken ruins.

A faint light appeared in the depths of Ling Chu's pupils, and his gaze paused slightly at the ruins, where there was a blooming purple flower, swaying alone in the cold wind.

The hand that was stroking Qingkong's hair slowed down for a moment, "Qingkong, let's take a break. It's on the hillside ahead."

Take a break?

One of them is a cultivator and the other is a spiritual beast, why would they need to rest?
Qingkong was a little puzzled, but when he felt a slight pat on his back, he reacted instantly. His pair of heterochromatic pupils showed a hint of vigilance, and he sniffed but found nothing unusual.

Turning his head in confusion, Qingkong did not relax his vigilance and landed steadily on the hillside according to his master's instructions.

With his limbs slightly bent, Lingchu landed lightly while sitting on Qingkong's back. The ground beneath his feet was covered with green grass. There was no human habitation here, so it was naturally not affected by the war, and the view was still lush and green.

The wind blew through the grass, bringing with it the scent of earth and grass, as well as a faint cold fragrance.

Smelling the scent, Qingkong tensed his bent limbs and assumed a fighting stance.

Ling Chu's expression also changed slightly, and he began to make hand gestures with his hands in his sleeves.

"When old friends meet, why should we be so secretive and cover up our differences?"

That's not a polite statement.

But a faint laugh was heard in the wind, followed by a cold but arrogant voice, "There is a saying in the human race, it seems that it is a great pleasure to have friends coming from afar, and it is rare to meet old friends in a foreign land. But Miss Qingyu doesn't seem to welcome me?"

The purple gauze skirt wrapped around her graceful body, and a faint smile was on her pretty face.

Looking at the person coming, Ling Chu's expression changed slightly. The flower on the ruins was called Purple Rose Grass, a flower unique to the Western Land. It would become grass all its life, and the day it bloomed would be the day it withered.

When Lingchu saw the dark shadow and the flower, he understood that this was a silent invitation from the demons.

But she didn't expect that the person who sent the invitation would be the demon saint, Yin Ziluo.

Purple rose grass, Yin Ziro, they fit in. The gentleness in Ling Chu's eyes faded away, leaving only the coldness, "The Saint and I are not really friends."

"It's really sad. We met several times when Miss Qingyu was in the West Continent," Yin Ziluo blinked, not at all arrogant as she was in the West Continent. "But it doesn't matter. If we can't be friends, we can still be guests, right? I heard that the human race's way of entertaining guests is also very good."

“Different guests have different ways of treating them.”

As he spoke, Ling Chu's Wei Ji Umbrella had already appeared in his hand, and the pressure on his body was released without any concealment.

She naturally knew that there must be a reason why Yin Ziro came to her so quietly. Although she kept calling her Miss Qingyu, she kept talking about the human race, so she must have known her identity long ago.

As for whether the other party was here to cause trouble, Ling Chu didn't think so. Although she had good cultivation and aptitude, the sect behind her was also powerful.

But in terms of cultivation, she is not the best in East Land. In terms of aptitude, she is not at the Nascent Soul stage today and the Divine Transformation stage tomorrow. In terms of sect status, even the Three Pure Ones Taoist Sect does not listen to her, let alone the entire East Land.

In short, there is really no need to attack her.

Besides, if they really wanted to attack her, it wouldn't be necessary for Yin Ziluo, a saint of the demon clan, to do it personally, and she wouldn't have to talk nonsense like this first.

I'm afraid he wants to find her for something, or wants to deal with the immortal sect in East Continent through her, and it's not easy to let the demons know.

Although she understood it, Ling Chu was not willing to waste time talking to Yin Ziruo. No matter what the other party's purpose was, looking at the people who had died in vain in Donglu and the devastated land, she had no patience.

Yin Ziluo obviously saw Ling Chu's impatience, so she didn't continue the so-called reminiscing and instead got straight to the point.

"It's true that the demons are bad guests, but I, Yin Ziluo, may not be a bad guest," Yin Ziluo spread her hands to show her sincerity, standing three feet away from Lingchu. "On the contrary, I have given you humans a lot of gifts."

"The teleportation array, Wuxie Sanren, the Lan family, the young master from the Chiyang Dao Sect..."

As Yin Ziluo spoke, her hands were folded back into her palms one by one. A deep and unfathomable smile appeared on her pretty face, and she looked straight at Lingchu, "And you, Miss Qingyu, or should I call you Fellow Daoist Yu?"

The heart that had been hanging in the air finally settled down.

In fact, it was not just Ling Chu. All the people who went to Western Continent together at the beginning more or less felt that their trip to Western Continent was going really smoothly, so smoothly that it was unbelievable.

At the beginning, Lingchu and Fellow Daoist Qin from the Chiyang Taoist Sect only swore an oath and did a few things. Their origins were not yet completely clear. However, Yin Ziruo, as the saint, did not care much and even gave the two the opportunity to get in touch with the demon clan's layout.

Although there were some difficulties along the way, when you think about it carefully, it was still too smooth.

Furthermore, this matter was obviously a secret in the West Continent. How did Wuxie Sanren, who was far away in the East Continent, know about it?
The demons were able to quietly set up a teleportation array in East Land for such a long time without any mistakes. The demons who were able to come to East Land to do this must have been cautious and careful. But why did mistakes suddenly appear in more than one place?

Everything seems to be just a coincidence and logical, but what if there is a hidden hand behind it?
This speculation has been proposed before, but it has never been confirmed.

Today, it seems there may be an answer.

"Saint, if you have anything to say, please speak directly."

Ling Chu was not shaken by Yin Ziruo's words. Everything he said was just Yin Ziruo's one-sided statement. Even if she did not lie, free things are often the most expensive.

She didn't believe that Yin Ziruo meant completely well and was afraid that there was some secret hidden behind this.