That was a broken hand.

The five fingers are slender, and there is a thin layer of cocoon at the tiger's mouth. At this moment, it is quietly falling on the ground, with the palm facing upwards, mixed with soil and blood, soaking through the patterns in the palm, stiff and dull.

Jiao Zheng felt as if he had stepped on a spike, and instantly withdrew his feet, his face pale and a faint solemnity.

"Senior Brother Jiao."

The soft and soft voice of Jiao Zheng turned around and looked at the girl who had already fallen from the city wall at some point behind him, and his pale face instantly became ugly.

"Junior Sister Yu, don't come down, go back quickly!" Jiao Zheng had a blue face, moved his body calmly, and blocked the broken hand on the ground behind him.

Ling Chu stood quietly inside the protective array of the city wall, and there was a thin layer of formation in front of him. He only needed half a step to step out.

Stepping out is the cruel and bloody battlefield.

No, or rather, it's a slaughterhouse.

Even though Jiao Zheng's face looked ugly and his tone was not nice, Ling Chu easily heard the meaning of concern from him, knowing that the senior brother who had just met twice in front of him was for his own sake, because he had seen the beast tide.

Afterwards, Ling Chu, who was in a tragic state, had a faint smile on his somewhat stiff face, and his eyebrows and eyes softened.

"Senior Brother Jiao, haven't you said that after the beast tide, there are still monks who need to clean the battlefield? Since I am here, I want to help," said Ling Chu, who said that, looked at the face of Senior Brother Jiao Zheng.

Still a little disagreeable, he continued, "What's more, in this situation, I think avoiding is not the solution to the problem."

After thinking about it, Ling Chu added another sentence, "I am not a person who likes to escape from problems either."

Jiao Zheng looked at the clean and delicate face of the girl behind him, and there was a faint confidence and perseverance. He had been heavy as if he was covered by layers of dark clouds. In an instant, a cool breath flowed by.

Yes, avoiding it will not solve any problem.

Jiao Zheng suddenly had a smile on his ordinary eyebrows and eyes. The heavy weight that had accumulated for several months suddenly disappeared a lot. In an instant, he felt that his mood was a clearer that had never been seen in recent months.

"When I repair the formation, I will clean up the battlefield together." Jiao Zheng's mind was opened, and his steps were much more relaxed. His head, which had never been lowered, was slightly lowered, and he carefully avoided the corpse on the ground.

"By the way, cleaning the battlefield is also a dangerous thing. Junior Sister Yu must be more careful." Before taking two steps, Jiao Zheng suddenly stopped and turned around and told Ling Chu a first sentence.

Ling Chu looked at Jiao Zheng's face and suddenly felt much more relaxed. His frown continued to relieve his brows. He no longer felt as impatient as before. Although he didn't know what had happened, he knew that this was a good thing.

Since she had just arrived at Luo Yao City, she found that all the monks in Luo Yao City were silent like a pool of stagnant water, unable to calm down at all, but dark and unconscious, which made people feel heartbroken.

Jiao Zheng was not so dead and silent, but he was also extremely anxious.

Ling Chu raised his eyes and looked at the battlefield that was covered with corpses and blood for several miles, and there was a bloody red color in front of him.

She didn't know if she stayed in Luo Yao City for three or five months. If she didn't die, she would have become so silent and numb, but she was very clear and in such a state, she didn't want to experience it.

Taking a deep breath, Ling Chu raised his right foot, and the petite embroidered shoes with snow-white background embroidered with blue clouds were clean. In one step, he stepped outside the formation, muddy made of blood and sea of ​​corpses.

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Leaving the formation, a mixture of earthy smell, rust smell, and even a slight heat flowing came to my face, and my eyes were filled with broken limbs and broken bones.

Ling Chu couldn't help but shut up his eyes and frowned tightly.

Then he immediately opened his eyes again, stretched his eyebrows, and a deep color dyed in his clear eyes, his lips slightly pursed, and he looked down at the human corpse closest to him.

This is a pretty complete corpse, but the head seems to have been smashed by a monster, with blood and bones in a ball, and a little white brain flower flowing on the aurora ground, like a blooming flower of hell

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Ling Chu's eyes fell on the body, a male cultivator wearing the wave gown of the Sihai Sect.

Confirmed death.

From the storage bag I just received on the city wall, I took out a small red flag and inserted it next to the corpse. Ling Chu glanced at the wooden sign hanging around the waist of the corpse, Zhou Shiyi, Sihai Sect.

This is an identity card. All monks who go out to participate in the beast tide battle will hang such a wooden card on their waists to facilitate identification of the body after they die.

Holding a booklet in his hand, Ling Chu solemnly wrote down the three words Zhou Shiyi on the booklet with a black cover, and marked the Sihai Sect behind it.

The font is elegant and upright, and every stroke is outlined very carefully.

The spiritual power flowed at the fingertips, and a pure white chrysanthemum appeared in Lingchu's hands.

This is a flower condensed with spiritual power.

Ling Chu gently placed Bai Ju in front of the corpse's chest and clamped it in the front. Then he stood up without hesitation and continued to see other human monks lying on the ground, motionless.

There was a wave of beast tide, and countless monks died.

Ling Chu put one red flag after another, wrote one name after another in the black booklet, and gave one white chrysanthemum after another.

Not only human monks, but even Ling Chu would squat down and check it carefully every time he passed by a monster.

But it is not for the sake of others, but to ensure that these monsters have died.

Otherwise, you need to make up for it.

When one hundred and one red flag was planted, ninety-five names were registered, and one hundred and one white chrysanthemum was given, Ling Chu gradually changed for the first time on his wooden face.

This is a human monk who was pressed by a monster. His body was covered in blood, his facial features were covered with blood and moist hair, and he couldn't see what he looked like.

I can only recognize that this is a male cultivator.

However, when Ling Chu habitually pushed the monster that was pressing the male cultivator away, his fingers, which were already stained with blood, touched him and lying on the ground, revealing only half of his face covered by blood and hair.

When the male cultivator was cultivating his neck, an extremely faint vitality flowed through the male cultivator's body.

In an instant, the expression on Ling Chu's face changed slightly.

Because during the beast tide, there were too many human demons who died, and the entire battlefield was filled with strong evil spirits and death energy.

Even if Ling Chu is extremely sensitive in the aura of life and death, he is easily misled.

Therefore, every time you encounter a corpse, you need to carefully distinguish it.

And this corpse. No, it should be said that this monk is the first living person Ling Chu has seen since cleaning the battlefield!
Chapter completed!