At this moment, except for the Qingyun Sect, all other sects in the Qingyun Sect camp have admitted defeat and are willing to pay the price of three spiritual veins in exchange for their own disciples, hoping to end this war.
At this moment, the leader of the Qingyun Sect, Yuan Hong, looked up to the sky and roared:
"Ah~! My more than 5,000 inner sect elite disciples are gone like this! Murong Zhan! Your disciples from Shushan Sword Tomb are so brave!"
Then, he pointed at the sect leader in his camp and threatened:
"I did not agree. If any of you dare to admit defeat, otherwise you will be the enemy of my Qingyun Sect and will bear the endless wrath of my Qingyun Sect!"
The faces of the sect leaders who were pointed at them darkened, and endless anger surged in their hearts, but they were helpless and fell silent.
Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy, looked at the somewhat crazy Yuan Hong and said sarcastically:
"Yuan Hong! Stop struggling in vain. If you lose, you lose. Don't let the sects in the world think that your Qingyun Sect cannot afford to lose!"
"Shut up! It's these losers who have given up. I, the Qingyun Sect, have not lost! The worst I can do is attack all of your sects!" Yuan Hong roared angrily, indicating that he was desperate and giving it a go.
Situ Yan's heart trembled, and his face instantly became solemn. If the Qingyun Sect broke the pot and really had to mobilize all their troops, it would be really difficult. Even the great monks of the Immortal Mirror would have to join the battle. .
"Yuan Hong! You have to think clearly. Although the Qingyun Sect is powerful, it is not powerful enough to challenge Bailu Academy, Fahua Temple and the dozens of sects behind us at the same time. By then, your Qingyun Sect will have tens of thousands of years of power. The foundation will be destroyed in one fell swoop!"
Situ Yan's words made Yuan Hong wake up instantly. He was indeed dazzled by the failure. The Qingyun Sect had been going smoothly for more than 30,000 years, and no one dared to provoke him.
The Qingyun Sect, with four Immortal Mirror monks in charge, has always responded to every call and participated in many battles between sects. The war between the human race and the demon race has always been invincible and unfavorable.
Qingyun Sect seems to have been unlucky in the past few years. It has suffered many setbacks. From the destruction of its affiliated sect, the Blood Demon Sect, to being accused by thousands of people during the campaign to kill the young geniuses of the demon clan, to the sect disciples who participated in this war and died. Either he will be kidnapped and ultimately completely defeated in this war.
Thinking of this, he instantly thought of one person, that was Su Yunfei.
"The Qingyun Sect has suffered many setbacks, and this young man has been involved. Could it be that he is my lifelong enemy of the Qingyun Sect?" Yuan Hong whispered to himself, and then looked at Su Yunfei through the clouds.
Under the clouds, Su Yunfei, who was waiting for the result, felt invisible eyes watching him, and this gaze was not kind.
So Su Yunfei straightened his body, looked at the clouds without fear, and met that gaze.
Seeing Su Yunfei's unafraid and vaguely sarcastic gaze, Yuan Hong felt a chill for some reason. A king's mirror sword cultivator actually made him, a half-step immortal mirror master, feel chilled. Yuan Hong felt a chill in his heart. wry smile.
At the same time, he felt that an invisible causal thread was entangled between him and Su Yunfei. If he did not cut it off in time, not only would he be hopeless, but he might even die from it one day in the future.
If you want to become a fairy mirror, you must cut off the cause and effect. Only by not causing all kinds of causes and effects can you achieve the status of a fairy.
"Kill this son or keep him?" Yuan Hong was in a dilemma, so he used the sect's secret method to predict the future.
I saw that Yuan Hong kept reciting the mantra silently, and Su Yunfei's appearance appeared in his mind, and he began to predict his future.
This kind of secret technique has great backlash, often at the cost of longevity. Finally, he saw a glimpse of the future.
It was a sword cultivator who looked like a young man. At this moment, the young man's green clothes were stained with blood, standing in the void, with endless bones at his feet.
Suddenly, the young man seemed to sense that someone was spying on him. He turned his head and met Yuan Hong's eyes. This young man was Su Yunfei.
The moment they looked at each other, Yuan Hong felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and endless fear surged in his heart.
puff!
Yuan Hong vomited blood, his expression was extremely frightening, and his body had aged many years at this moment.
He shouted:
"We, the Qingyun Sect, admit defeat and are willing to pay
Come out with three spiritual veins! "
As soon as this statement came out, everyone was stunned.
Even Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy, was caught off guard and thought he heard wrongly!
"What's going on with Yuan Hong? Just now he was clamoring for one person to take on the entire White Deer Academy camp. Why did he suddenly admit defeat again? It's so strange!"
"I suspect that he cannot bear the blow of failure and is not sane. In the past, the Qingyun Sect dominated the world and always acted as a winner. It has never failed. Wait, he may regret it later!"
"No, I just saw that he used a secret method that can predict the future. He must have seen the extremely terrifying cause and effect in the future, and he was eager to cut off this cause and effect, so he did this."
"It's very possible. Alas~ I just need to end this war. We really can't go on fighting anymore!"
. . .
The big bosses of various sects whispered among themselves.
Situ Yan was more cautious and asked suspiciously:
"Yuanhong, are you sure you admit defeat?"
Yuan Hong was unwilling to give in, but when he thought about Su Yunfei's look when he peeked into the future, he was very scared. Even when facing his ancestor Martial Saint Wu Xinghai, he didn't have such a strong sense of fear. How powerful would Su Yunfei be in the future? Terrible.
Thinking of this, he said without hesitation:
"We, the Qingyun Sect, are sure that someone will come and get three spiritual veins!"
Immediately, an elder of the Qingyun Sect reluctantly returned to the sect to collect his spiritual veins.
At the same time, each sect belonging to the Qingyun Sect camp also sent elders back to the sect to obtain spiritual veins.
In view of the different levels of each sect, White Deer Academy did not do everything right. Sects of the sixth level and lower level only need to pay for one spiritual vein and 10 million amethyst stones.
Sects of the seventh to ninth levels can pay two spiritual veins and 50 million amethyst stones, and large sects of the tenth level and above can pay three spiritual veins.
Soon, Qingyun Sect was the first to send three spiritual veins and handed them over to Situ Yan.
Yuan Hong took a deep look at Su Yunfei under the clouds, and then returned to Qingyun Sect with all the Qingyun Sect elders without looking back.
Then the elders of each sect handed over the spiritual veins and amethyst stones one after another.
These spiritual veins and amethyst stones were handed over to Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy.
The big bosses of various sects in the Qingyun Sect camp had mixed expressions at the moment, ranging from unwillingness to relief.
The various sects on the White Deer Academy side could not hide the joy in their hearts at this moment, and some leaders and elders of the fifth-level sects could not help but want to burst into tears.
They joined this war just to give it a try for their sect. Today they won and got spiritual veins and countless amethyst stones, which can raise their sect to a higher level. This is something that none of their ancestors have been able to do. .
And their generation has done it, how can it not make them cry with joy.
Situ Yan looked at the big bosses who were hostile to the sect. He did not express ridicule or disdain, but said lightly:
"This war is over. From now on, we are no longer enemies. Don't plant the seeds of hatred in your hearts. This is the result of your own choices. Remember this lesson and take a good rest. Our ultimate enemy is still here. The world of monsters!"
After hearing this, the big guys bowed to Situ Yan one after another. As a great scholar who was famous both in the secular world and in the cultivation world, most people still respected Situ Yan.
After a pause, Situ Yan continued:
"Just in case, your captured disciples will be detained in the four sects of White Deer Academy, Fahua Temple, Shushan Sword Tomb, and Langyue Mountain for half a year. All expenses incurred during the period will be borne by you. Go get them later!"
Those sect leaders refused in their hearts, but as the defeated party, they had to obey.
After bowing to Situ Yan again, they left lonely. Everyone remembered the name Su Yunfei deeply. If it weren't for this young man, the final result would probably be the victory of the Qingyun Sect.
It’s a pity that there is no if!
Situ Yan pushed aside the clouds, and the figures of a group of big men appeared in front of tens of thousands of monks.
Tens of thousands of monks looked up at them with reverence and expectation.
The moment Situ Yan and others appeared, all the monks in the White Deer Academy camp knew that they had won, but they wanted to hear the results from the big guys themselves.
Situ Yan's face was kind, with a faint smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze just looking at him. The mood of tens of thousands of monks was actually extremely peaceful at this moment.
Situ Yan used his mellow and magnetic voice to shout:
"Little kids, we won, cheer as much as you like!"
Everyone fell silent at this moment. After confirming that they had heard correctly, the cheers and roars of the mountains and tsunamis suddenly made the earth tremble.
Many people cried with joy. They found their close comrades and hugged each other tightly.
Su Yunfei and Xiao Yunxi hugged each other, tears falling silently.
Immediately afterwards, thousands of sword cultivators from Shushan Sword Tomb and Nanhai Sword Sect unsheathed their long swords and flew to the sky. Thousands of long swords of various colors with brilliant sword light pierced the sky like fireworks.
They were celebrating their hard-won victory with the highest courtesy of sword cultivators.
"Brothers, we won, you can rest in peace!"
"Master, I would like to toast you with this glass of wine. Our sect has won. Your last wish has been fulfilled, so go on your way with peace of mind!"
"Hong'er, did you see it? We won!"
. . .
Everyone is offering condolences to the fallen colleagues, elders, and Taoist companions.
The monks who were still captured in the formation were covering their faces and crying at this moment, unwilling to accept this result. In order to win the final victory and bring benefits to the sect, they shed their lives and blood, and many close people perished around them.
But in the end they became losers.
However, after a moment of loss, they felt a sense of relief.
They also hugged each other and silently celebrated the end of the war.
Situ Yan and the other sect leaders looked at each other and then disappeared. They were going to discuss how to distribute the spoils.
