The so-called cleaning of the battlefield is to collect the corpses, find the living, and touch up the monsters.
Among these three items, finding a living person is the rarest thing. It is also the thing that most monks have the highest expectations in their hearts when cleaning the battlefield, but they dare not expect it the most.
Lingchu registered one hundred and one corpses, and this was the first time he discovered a monk who was still alive.
The previous heavy look on her elegant face was gone, and her brows and eyes were filled with joy.
Taking out a healing elixir from the storage bag, Lingchu wrapped the elixir with his spiritual power, carefully opened the male cultivator'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 eyes stopping on his back, where he saw the huge wound that penetrated the entire shoulder blade, and several claw marks on his waist that were deep enough to show bone.
The blood at the wound no longer flows, mixed with soil, and condenses and dries up at the wound, revealing a dark color.
Lingchu frowned, a trace of thought flashing in his eyes.
There seems to be something wrong with this wound.
The fingertips were stained with spiritual power, and the light cyan spiritual power containing vitality penetrated into the claw marks on the male cultivator's waist. When the light cyan spiritual power touched the black part of the wound, a subtle hissing sound was made.
poisonous!
Lingchu's fingertips touched the male cultivator's neck again, and he took a pill. The vitality in the male cultivator's body had become much stronger, and the frightening wound on his shoulder blade was slowly healing.
But above the waist, the several black claw marks have never healed.
After feeding the male cultivator another detoxifying pill to ensure that he would not die, Lingchu looked away from the black claw marks on his waist.
Fortunately, the poison in this wound did not seem to be fatal. Feeling the male cultivator's increasingly stable aura, for the first time in Lingchu's life, the flag was not red, but green.
Turning over the wooden sign hanging on the male cultivator's waist, Lingchu took a pen and wrote the first name on the white book.
Fu Lingyun, Jianzhai.
Jianzhai?
Lingchu paused with his pen tip, then looked down at the male cultivator's half-baby face that was covered in blood and hair, and then at the monster pressing the male cultivator.
The monster beast 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 reached out and pulled out the long sword that penetrated the monster's chest, and gently placed it in the hands of the Sword School disciple named Fu Lingyun.
When the silver flying sword fell into Fu Lingyun's hand, it made a slight sword sound, and the sword trembled slightly, as if to thank Lingchu.
This flying sword seems to be extraordinary.
Lingchu himself had many such spiritual magical weapons. Although he was surprised for a moment, there was no trace of greed in his eyes.
Just as he stood up, Lingchu glanced at the green flag not far away and walked over quickly. The alchemist, who was dressed in white robes and smelled of medicine, felt calm.
Just as he was about to turn around, Lingchu suddenly thought of something, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and his spiritual power gathered in his hand, and a pale pink peach blossom appeared in his hand.
Ever since she planted a peach tree in her backyard, Lingchu fell in love with the scorching peach blossoms like pink clouds.
She had transformed into more than a hundred white chrysanthemums today, and finally saw a living person. She was so happy that she turned into a pink peach and stuffed it into Fu Lingyun's front as usual.
"Peace be with you."
Lingchu whispered a blessing and continued to look at the next body.
Little did he know that the closed eyes of the male cultivator lying on the ground opened for a moment and then closed heavily.
Only a faint green shadow was captured.
Even after searching for hundreds of corpses, a glimmer of hope was found, but this glimmer of hope was enough to dispel the shadows cast by the hundreds of deaths in front of them.
Hidden in the clouds, the white figure responsible for guarding this area has a fleeting smile on his fairy-like face.
Naturally, there is more than one person cleaning the battlefield.
After the tide of beasts, hundreds of monks entered the battlefield filled with corpses, cleaning the battlefield inch by inch.
Until the upper layer of the moon is covered with clouds, and the silvery light shines all over.
At the shout of Senior Brother Jiao Zheng, Lingchu straightened up, holding a heavy black booklet in his hand.
Looking back at the battlefield, anything marked with a green flag means that there are living monks here, and they were the first to be carried back to Fallen Demon City. Now, only red flags are left on the entire battlefield. .
Every time a corpse is taken away, every living person is taken away, the flag will be taken back, so that no one after that will come to the place where the flag is again and waste time.
The monks moved very quickly. In just half a day, they had already cleaned up the battlefield with non-stop searching. What was left was for the low-level monks to bring the confirmed dead bodies back to Demon Falling City.
A monk like Lingchu who cleans the battlefield can also return to Demon Luo City with the registered booklet and hand in the storage bag and booklet for comparison to ensure that there are no mistakes.
The monk's eyesight was so good that Lingchu could almost calculate the number of red flags with just one glance.
Thousands of red flags fluttered in the wind in the night.
Those were streaks of life that were once alive.
Lingchu's hand holding the black booklet tightened slightly. On the booklet in her hand, there were 189 registered names.
There are only nine people on the white booklet.
Relying on the extraordinary skills, Lingchu's inspection speed was very fast.
There were more than a thousand people. Judging from the tens of thousands of monks in a battle, it seemed to be a small number, but this was the fourth wave of beasts, and only the fourth wave of beasts.
As the beast tide continues to evolve, more and more monks will die in the beast tide.
When the beast tide ends, I don’t know how many people will return.
Lingchu walked silently towards Luoyao City in the night, covered with silver light.
She couldn't help but think of the turmoil many years ago.
That was not the first time 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 heart for the first time. Taoist heart.
When you raise your head, you can see the infinite world, and when you lower your head, you can see the lush vegetation.
Now in the midst of this tide of beasts, after decades, Lingchu seemed to have appeared on the devastated land again. There was no wailing in his ears, but he felt desolate in his heart.
Jiao Zheng followed Lingchu, also silent, looking at the tall city in front of him in the dark night, his eyes once again filled with a touch of coldness.
Raising his head slightly, looking at the bright and clear full moon, Jiao Zheng pulled out a stiff smile. Look, didn't he say that he was still repairing the formation in the city, which was much more comfortable.
