Chapter 1802: Stunned

After looking around, Zhou Shu decided to give up.
The scope is too large, and there is no trace on the ground before the cracks appear in the Guishen Cave. Even with Zhou Shu’s divine consciousness, it is impossible to explore the ground as deep as tens of miles. Appeared.
Outside the city of Lingyu, many disciples of the Dutch school were cleaning up the battlefield.
From the wreckage, it can be seen that most of the aliens who attacked the city died in the rune formation bunker.
Not surprisingly, Fuzhen Bunker is the best weapon to deal with low-ranking aliens. At this time, Lingyu City has at least 10,000 Fuyuan Bunkers, one every tens of meters, varying in size, and glowing in the sun. The black luster, solemn and grand, is daunting.
These bunkers are the most basic and important barrier of Lingyu City.
"With these bunkers, it must be no problem to defend our Lingyu City!"
"Of course, this was designed by Sect Master Zhou and Zhuge's family together, so it's nothing to be considered as a mere alien."
"But many immortal cultivators have died."
"It’s not enough for those people to stay in the city and obey the command. If they have to run out to show their power, are those alien races easy to provoke? Sovereign and elders have emphasized countless times. When encountering alien races, you must be careful, identify weaknesses, and face Foreign races who don’t know their weaknesses must not take action, but what about these people? They are purely seeking death on their own."
"Forget it, you can't listen, these people always feel that they are strong, and they will understand if they die too much."
"If you don't even listen to Sect Master Zhou's words, even if you understand it, you won't be saved."
The disciples were muttering in a low voice. Unexpectedly, a green-shirted monk approached quietly and asked with a smile, "My fellow Daoists, did a foreign race attack Lingyu City?"
A young disciple said without looking up, "The alien corpse in this place is of course a siege!"
Brother Qingshan nodded slightly, "Excuse me, how many aliens attacked Lingyu City this time?"
The young disciple picked up a foreign corpse and put it in the storage bag, "It was less than three thousand, and it was all resolved in half an hour, and none of them escaped."
Looking at the corpse on the ground, the cultivator in the green shirt seemed to realize, "What about the losses in the city? How many deaths and injuries did the cultivators have?"
The young disciple raised his head, stared at the monk in the green shirt, and said coldly, "Daoist, who are you, why are you asking so carefully, is it a spy from another faction?"
Brother Qingshan smiled faintly, just about to speak, an old-fashioned monk walked over and said, "He can't speak, don't blame Daoists."
Speaking and scolded the young disciple, "Sect Master Zhou has said that the situation is critical now. As long as the immortal cultivators are in the same family, there is no difference between them. There are no spies but not spies. You are too rude to speak, so quickly apologize. "
The young disciple's face turned red, and he quickly bowed his head to apologize, and the monk in the green shirt smiled and nodded, no wonder.
The old cultivator raised his hand and slowly said, "Friends, the foreign race did not invade the city, Lingyu City is not a loss, but more than 30 fellow practitioners were turned off, and they all rushed out to fight the foreign races. , We did not have time to persuade, there is no harm to those who stay in the city."
Brother Qingshan said thoughtfully, "In other words, if they don't go out, Lingyu City will not suffer any damage?"
"Of course, Lingyucheng doesn't take it seriously."
The young disciple patted his chest, full of pride, "Ling Yucheng won't move even if you look at it, even if you come to another race ten times a hundred times."
The veteran monk frowned, "I'm talking nonsense again, fellow daoists, I can't say that there is no damage, and a lot of spiritual stones are consumed."
"I understand."
Brother Qingshan smiled and raised his hand, "Thank you for the two fellow daoists, I'm leaving."
"Huh, don't you plan to come to Lingyu City?"
The veteran monk showed a bit of surprise, and said slowly, "With the cultivation base of fellow Taoists, it will surely be reused in Lingyu City, and...I am frankly speaking, now the outsiders are all foreign races, threatened, and not a good time for experience. Other sects are also difficult to defend. It is better to be in Lingyu City, where safety is guaranteed, and you can also contribute to the Xuanhuang Realm. Daoists may wish to consider it."
"I will definitely come when I get the chance."
Brother Qingshan nodded with a smile, and walked away slowly, seemingly slow, but there was no trace in the blink of an eye.
The young disciple asked in confusion, "Senior, who is this person? Gu Li is weird."
The old cultivator 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 few great elders. If he can enter the city, he will definitely help. It’s a pity that we are so busy."
"Oh, did I offend him just now?"
The young disciple slapped his head vigorously, and said annoyed, "I will chase him back."
The veteran monk smiled and shook his head, "Forget it, I can't catch up, and others are not leaving because of you, so busy with you."
"Oh..." The young disciple retracted, looking at the old monk with some doubts, "Senior, our Dutch school shouldn't need anyone else, but I listen to what you say, as if Lingyucheng is in danger?"
The veteran monk looked at the corpses all over the floor and sighed unconsciously, "We have cleaned the battlefield many times. Don't you think that every cleaning is different?"
The young disciple looked at the ground blankly, shook his head and said, "They are all different races~EbookFREE.me~ are all killed by the bunker, what's the difference?"
The senior monk shook his head slightly, "You, you are still too young."
The young disciple stayed in a daze and complained, "Senior, you always say that we are too young to speak directly."
The old monk was quite helpless, and pointed to the ground, "Look carefully and think about the differences between this alien race and the last time. What is the difference between the location of their attack this time and the last time? Why is this time, how did the leader of the alien race die?"
The young disciple touched his head, "Senior has so many questions at once, how can I think clearly?"
The old monk sighed again, stopped talking, and walked straight into the city.
He didn't take a few steps, and a calm voice came from behind him, "Wait a minute."
The old cultivator was shocked, as if he had been electrocuted, and after a long time he turned around, hurriedly saluted, and couldn't believe it, "Really...really, Sect Master Zhou, Sect Master Zhou, you are called What's the matter with the disciple?"
"If I remember correctly, you should be Shi Qiang who came from Qingyuan Mountain Range?"
Zhou Shu smiled slightly, "You were still in Si Xizong at the time, and you joined the lotus school later, right?"
Shi Qiang couldn't help nodding, suppressing the excitement in his heart, "Yes, Sect Master Zhou even remembers this, the disciple is really terrified."
Zhou Shu nodded thoughtfully, still smiling, "Shi Qiang, you have done a good job, and I will go to Sect Master Hao to receive 1 million contribution points, saying that I said it, and I hope you will continue to be a sect. Consider it, the Dutchman will not treat you badly."
Shi Qiang was completely stupefied.
The young disciple beside him was even more silly, with his hair dull, "One million... one million..."
For the disciples of the Heyin School, one million contribution points represent the resources sufficient to cultivate to transform the gods. Now, Shi Qiang has really reached the sky in one step.