After searching for a while, Zhou Shu decided to give up.

The range is too large, and there is no trace on the ground before the crack appears in the Guishen Cave. With Zhou Shu's spiritual sense, it is impossible to detect the underground that is dozens of miles deep. If it cannot be detected, it will not be found. There is only a wait for the crack to appear.

Outside Lingyu City, many disciples of the Heyin Sect are cleaning up the battlefield.

From the wreckage, it can be seen that most of the alien races siege died in the talisman bunkers.

It is not surprising that the talisman formation bunker is the best weapon to deal with low-level alien races. At this time, there are at least ten thousand talisman formation bunkers in Lingyu City, one every few dozen feet, ranging in size. It shines with a black luster in the sun, solemn and grand, which makes people daunt.

These bunkers are the most basic and important barriers in Lingyu City.

"With these bunkers here, there will definitely be no problem in defending our Lingyu City!"

"Of course, this was designed by Master Zhou and the Zhuge family together. What is a mere alien race?"

"But many immortal cultivators still died."

"Why don't those people stay in the city and follow the commands? They have to run out to show off their power. How can those alien races be easy to mess with? The sect leader and elders have emphasized countless times. When encountering alien races, you must be careful and find your weaknesses. You must not take action when facing alien races who do not know their weaknesses, but what about these people? They are purely seeking death."

"Forget it, I don't listen. These people always feel that they are strong and will understand if they die too much."

"I didn't even listen to the words of Sect Master Zhou, and even if I understand, I couldn't help it."

The disciples were muttering in a low voice, but unexpectedly, a monk in green clothes quietly approached beside him and asked with a smile, "Fellow Daoist, is there a foreign race attacking Lingyu City?"

A young disciple said without raising his head, "The corpses of alien races in this place are of course siege!"

The monk in green clothes nodded slightly, "How many alien races attacked Lingyu City this time?"

The young disciple picked up an alien body and put it in the storage bag. "In less than three thousand, all of them were solved within half an hour, and none of them ran away."

Looking at the corpses on the ground, the monk in green clothes seemed to have realized something, "What about the losses in the city? How many were the cultivators killed and injured?"

The young disciple raised his head, stared at the monk in green clothes, and said coldly, "Fellow Taoist, who are you? Why are you asking so carefully? Could it be a spy from another sect?"

The monk in blue shirt smiled faintly and was about to speak when an old monk came over to the side and bowed, "He can't speak, don't blame him, fellow Taoist."

As he said that, he scolded the young disciple, "Zhou Master Zhou has said that the situation is critical now. As long as the cultivator is a family, there is no difference in the league. Where can spies come from? You are too rude to speak, so apologize quickly."

The young disciple turned red and quickly lowered his head to apologize. The monk in blue smiled and nodded, no wonder.

The old monk raised his hand and said slowly, "Fellow Taoist, the alien race has not attacked the city. Lingyu City cannot be said to have any losses. However, more than 30 colleagues have lost their advice. They all rushed out to fight with the alien race without listening to their advice. We didn't have time to persuade them, and those who stayed in the city were not damaged."

The monk in Qingshan said thoughtfully, "That is to say, if they don't go out, there will be no damage to Lingyucheng?"

"Of course, Ling Yucheng doesn't care about it."

The young disciple patted his chest, full of pride, "Look, even if you come to another ten times a hundred times apart, Ling Yucheng will not move."

The old monk frowned, "I'm talking nonsense again. Fellow Taoist, I can't say that there is no damage. I consumed a lot of spiritual stones."

"I see."

The monk in blue shirt smiled and raised his hand, "Thank you, two fellow Taoists, for farewell."

"Hey, do you not plan to come to Lingyu City?"

The old cultivator showed a little surprise and said slowly, "With fellow Taoist's cultivation, you will definitely be reused in Lingyu City. And... I am bluntly speaking, there are foreign races outside now, and there are dangers everywhere. It is not a good time for training. It is difficult for other sects to defend. It is better to be in Lingyu City, with safety guaranteed and able to contribute to the Xuanhuang Realm. You may as well consider it."

"I will definitely come if I have a chance."

The monk in blue nodded with a smile and walked away slowly. It seemed very slow, but there was no trace in the blink of an eye.

The young disciple asked in confusion, "Senior, who is this person? Guli is strange."

The old monk shook his head slightly and said with emotion, "I don't know, but I can't see his realm. His cultivation is unfathomable. I'm afraid it's not under our elders. If I can enter the city, I will definitely help us a lot. It's a pity."

"Oh, could it be that I offended him just now?"

The young disciple patted his head hard and said annoyedly, "I'll go chase him back."

The old monk smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I can't catch up, and others are not just because of you, just be busy with yours."

"Oh..." The young disciple withdrew his steps and looked at the old monk with some confusion, "Senior, our Heyin Sect shouldn't need anyone else, but I heard what you said, it seems like Lingyu City is in danger?"

The old monk looked at the corpses all over the ground and sighed unconsciously, "We have cleaned the battlefield many times. Don't you think that every time you clean it is different?"

The young disciple looked at the ground blankly and shook his head, "All of them are not very good aliens, they were all beaten to death by bunkers. What's the difference?"

The old monk shook his head slightly, "You are still too young."

The young disciple was stunned and complained, "Senior, you always say that we are too young to speak directly."

The old monk looked helpless and pointed, "Look carefully and think about it carefully. What are the differences between the alien race this time and the last time? What is the difference between the location of their siege and the last time? Why is the time point at this time? How did the leader of the alien race die?"

The young disciple touched his head, "Senior, how can you tell me how many questions you have, can you think clearly?"

The old monk sighed again, stopped talking, and walked straight into the city.

Before he could take a few steps, a calm voice came from behind him, "Wait a minute."

The old cultivator was shocked, as if he was electrocuted. It took a while before he turned around and bowed in a hurry, looking disbelief, "It's really... it's the Master Zhou, Master Zhou, what's the matter with you calling a disciple?"

"If I remember correctly, you should be Shi Qiang who came from the Qingyuan Mountains, right?"

Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "You were still in the Sixizong at that time, and you only joined the Hokkien Sect later, right?"

Shi Qiang couldn't help but nodded, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "Yes, Master Zhou even remembers this, and the disciple is really frightened."

Zhou Shu nodded thoughtfully, still laughing, "Shi Qiang, you are doing a good job. Go to Master Hao to receive a million contribution value later. I said it was what I said. I hope you will continue to consider more for the sect in the future. The Hospitaka Sect will not treat you badly."

Shi Qiang was completely dead.

The young disciple next to him was even more stupid, and he was stunned, "One million...one million..."
Chapter completed!