For Ye Qingtang, several people were also very worried in their hearts.

At the beginning, the battle between the Xuanling Sect and the Yunxiao Sect was so tragic, and then although it was because of the Blood Moon Sect, but then there was another old man of Jiuyang, otherwise, the Xuanling Sect should not have fallen to such a point.

However, at that time, if it weren't for Ye Qingtang appearing as the Holy Maiden of the Blood Moon Sect, I was afraid that the Xuanling Sect would have been destroyed by the Yunxiao Sect.

"Don't worry, Senior Sister Ye is the Holy Maiden of the Blood Moon Sect, how can something happen to Senior Sister Ye." Yun Shu said.

"Although the Blood Moon Sect is powerful, the Blood Moon Sect is the mortal enemy of the entire continent, it is a cult!" Qin Huan hurriedly spoke.

Hearing Qin Huan's words, some of the disciples of the Xuanling Sect who seemed to be extremely embarrassed fell on Qin Huan.

If there was no Ye Qingtang, and there was no Blood Moon Cult in Qin Huan's mouth, I was afraid that they would have already become corpses in the wilderness by now, where could they still be as alive as they are now.

"Without the Blood Moon Cult, we're all dead." Lin Long opened his mouth and said.

Hearing this, Qin Huan nodded, did not refute, his eyes fell on a forest of steles not far away, but his expression was a little indescribably sad.

In the past six months, the disciples who had fought for the Xuanling Sect were seriously injured and could not get supplies from the outside world, and finally died of serious injuries.

Not to mention the disciples of the Xuanling Sect, even those deacons and high-level officials, there are also several who have damaged the foundation of martial arts due to serious injuries and the environment, and the strength of martial arts has fallen very badly, and the knot in their hearts cannot be opened, and they end up depressed.

At this time, Elder Mo and Elder Qin came to the vicinity of the sect's martial arts arena, looking at the disciples of the Xuanling Sect who were either lying on the ground or sitting around, and couldn't help but sigh softly.

Several elders, looking at the Xuanling Sect that was now in ruins, couldn't help but recall the prosperity realm of the past.

"I've seen the Sect Master...... Two elders. ”

Seeing that the sect master and others had come to the Xuanling Sect's martial arts arena, the disciples of the Xuanling Sect hurriedly got up and bowed to the sect master.

Seeing this, the sect master of the Xuanling Sect hurriedly waved his hand: "You don't have to salute, rest quickly, don't waste your physical strength." ”

Looking at the group of skinny and listless Xuanling Sect disciples in front of him, and then thinking back to their past, his heart seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles.

After a long time, Elder Qin and Elder Mo, together with the Sect Master of the Xuanling Sect, came to a tomb forest in front of them.

In the cemetery, there are hundreds of tombstones.

Some of them, when they fought with the Yunxiao Sect at the beginning, were already gone, and they could only build some clothed mounds to commemorate the disciples of the Xuanling Sect who died bravely and were not afraid of death.

At this time, Qin Huan, Yun Shu and many other sect disciples followed the Xuanling Sect Master, Elder Mo and others to the tomb forest.

"Brothers, we've come to see you......"

Many disciples of the Xuanling Sect immediately knelt down towards the tombstone.

Looking at these nameless tombstones, it seems to be back in the middle of the night on the eve of the Great War.

Before the bonfire, they drank and talked with each other, like the sound and smile, and never left.

In my ears, it seemed that at this moment, the words of the past sounded again.

With my blood, dye my Xuanling Battle Banner red!

With my heart, burn out my mystical wrath!

With my hand, resound my Xuanling war drum!