Time seemed to stop at this moment. Everyone's eyes were concentrated on Shirashi's body, even the monks who were fleeing. They were so shocked by Shirashi's actions that they seemed to have forgotten to escape.

But Bai Shi's speed was indeed too fast. When his body suddenly jumped up, he appeared in front of the monks in the blink of an eye. Then his expression changed and he looked at these monks.

"Why do you work hard for Master Manshan!" Bai Shi stood there and did not attack immediately. This move seemed to be beyond everyone's expectations. In the eyes of these people, the moment Bai Shi fell in front of them, he should have suddenly waved the purple lightning sword in his hand and then opened the killing ring on them.

But at this time, except for the fierce light and anger in his eyes, Shiraishi did not make any attack.

But his steps fell and instantly shocked the fleeing people. Shiraishi was indeed too powerful in front of them, so powerful that they had almost no power to resist, as if they were waiting to die!

But even so, for those women and children, some monks did not retreat. Instead, they rushed out suddenly, putting the women and children behind them, as if they were the first line of defense for them.

As Shirashi's deep shout fell, no one answered his words. Because Shirashi was a demon in their eyes at this time. They would rather die than have anything to do with the demon. And they no longer had the same fear as before, but at this moment, they were more resentful.

"We work hard for Master Manshan, what do you have to do with you? Since our cultivation is not as good as yours... then we are willing to die. We just hope that after you kill us, we can let these women and children go. After all, they are all people without the slightest power of cultivation."

There was a monk holding a sharp sword in his hand at this moment. He seemed to be guarding against Shirashi to attack. But he did not take the initiative to attack, but stood in front of the crowd and said in a loud and small voice.

This man was wearing a gray robe, but the gray was not the original color of the clothes. It was stained with dust. It seemed that over the past hundred years, there had been endless vicissitudes on him. It can be clearly seen from his face that he had been wasted by endless years. But even so, there was still no fatigue in his eyes. Instead, he was determined, a kind of preparation for death. His eyes were concentrated on Shirashi's body and remained motionless, appearing very vigilant. He seemed to be alert to Shirashi's attack at any time and he made the dying struggle.

Hearing this person's words, Shirashi's expression fluctuated slightly, but it was not noticed by others. But after this slight fluctuation, he turned his eyes to the crying child before. With this turn, Shirashi immediately saw it. There were still tears in the corner of the child's eyes. And under the fusion of the eyes, the child did not retreat at all, but was a kind of resentment. What he hated... was the person in front of him who he thought was a demon.

His body was trembling, but it was a move to break free from the constraints. Because at this time he wanted to rush forward, but was just pulled by his mother. Even though he had no power of cultivation, he still wanted to step forward and avenge his father.

Shiraishi knew this feeling very well. He knew clearly how great the impact it had on a person after losing his homeland.

Shirashi's eyes did not stay on the child for too long. In a flash, he looked at the monk who was talking. Although he did not sigh lightly on his lips, he sighed lowly in his heart. The resentment in his eyes gradually disappeared. Facing the monk's words, Shirashi said softly: "I just want to know what is the true nature of Master Manshan... worth your life."

The monk seemed to have noticed something and felt inexplicably. Facing Bai Shi's words, he seemed to feel a glimmer of hope: "Our cultivation is taught by Master Manshan. If we betray him... we regard it as unfaithful!"

Bai Shi slowly took a step forward. After this step fell, his body's cultivation power gradually restrained. However, the child suddenly broke free from his mother's palm at this time. Before everyone could react, he rushed out of the crowd and stood in front of Bai Shi. He clenched the small fist and waved it.

"You give my father back to me, I give my father back to me." The child waved and shouted.

At this time, the child's mother also changed her expression and rushed out of the crowd. After she arrived in front of Shiraishi, she knelt on her knees and begged, crying and begging: "Please don't kill my son, please."

The cry of the two mothers and sons made Bai Shi's heart tremble suddenly, and it hurt like a knife.

He looked at the woman, and before all the monks dared to come forward, he whispered: "I won't kill him, get up."

In fact, the woman was not hoping when she begged. Because he felt that Shiraishi would probably not let his child go, so when she heard Shiraishi's words, her crying sound suddenly stopped, and an incredible look appeared in her eyes. But immediately, this expression turned over, causing her to thank her repeatedly.

The woman stood up, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and got up to pull her child. But she was stopped by Shiraishi and said, "Let him beat him up, I killed his father, destroy your home, let him vent for a while."

Shiraishi's words made all the monks stunned and showed an incredible look in their eyes.

No one expected that Shiraishi would say such words. Even the white fox who has been guarding Shiraishi for many years is the same!

Outside this sixth day, Nan Lizi in the sky also knew clearly what was happening at this time. His eyes were condensed on the child who was still beating Bai Shi, and a little deeper in his vicissitudes of his eyes. Even under this depth, some wetness appeared in his eyes. Yes, this is everything Nan Lizi was most reluctant to see.

"I didn't want to fight, war will make people lose their homes. War will make people feel heart-wrenching. War will make some innocent children full of resentment..." Nan Lizi sighed lightly and pondered in his heart.

At this time, both the monks in the mining village and the monks who were originally stationed at the entrance of the Sixth Day passage stopped attacking. They all focused their eyes on the sound of the child, and the crying sound of the child echoed in the curtains of the ears.

Every time the sound was made, it seemed like a heart-wrenching pain. It made their bodies tremble suddenly and seemed to understand something. So a little crystal clear appeared in their eyes.

Yes, at this moment, they finally understood how great the harm the war brings to people is.

But there is still a smell of blood echoing in this void. When this smell is smelled before, it is a boiling blood. But after they smell it, it is an endless sorrow. These smells of blood come from the warriors they once stood side by side, from their compatriots, from their brothers, and even from the person they love the most.

But all this has gone to nothing. No matter which side, there are casualties. They were immersed in the desire for killing before, but they did not feel this sorrow. But at this moment, when everything calmed down, but the crying and crying of the child seemed particularly loud in the entrance to the Sixth Day passage, their hearts... were hurt!

This is a complete pain, heart-wrenching pain! It hurts breathing, and there is rapidity.

Looking back, the closest relative was no longer there, and the warrior who had talked and laughed with him had turned into nothingness. The most familiar face was now lying in a pool of blood and closing his eyes forever.

But before this, Shiraishi gave them the opportunity not to go to war. But they were not sure. Because they were afraid of death and the ancestor of Manshan would kill them, they had to fight. But the price of this battle was so heavy. They thought they could fight with Shiraishi, but when they really started, they found that there was no possibility. But all this had happened and could not stop, so even if they died, they were still fighting.

Until they realized that their lives could be ignored, but they could not forget the dearest person, the friendly partner had left. Their hearts were broken, and their eyes were wet.

Yes, causing all this is war. What seems to have to happen in the entire world of cultivation.

In this world of cultivation, it is originally a world where the strong prey on the weak. Cultivators with low cultivation often face the danger of death. Therefore, in order to survive, they must constantly improve their cultivation and continue to fight.

But at this moment, they thought the price they paid was too great. They didn't want to do this, so almost at this moment, the same question echoed in the hearts of every monk, why don't we live in peace...

Even Shiraishi's heart was the same: "This war shouldn't have happened."
Chapter completed!