For Ye Qingtang, they were also very worried.
At the beginning, the battle between Xuanling Sect and Yunxiao Sect was so tragic. Although it was because of the Blood Moon Sect, an old man of Jiuyang appeared later. Otherwise, Xuanling Sect would not have fallen to such a state.
However, if Ye Qingtang hadn't appeared as the Holy Maiden of the Blood Moon Sect at that time, the Xuanling Sect would have been destroyed by the Yunxiao Sect long ago.
"Don't worry, Junior Sister Ye is the majestic Saintess of the Blood Moon Sect. With the existence of the Blood Moon Sect, how could anything happen to Junior Sister Ye." Yun Shu said.
"Although the Blood Moon Sect is powerful, the Blood Moon Sect is the sworn enemy of the entire continent. It's a cult!" Qin Huan said hastily.
Hearing Qin Huan's words, some disciples of the Xuanling Sect who seemed to be extremely embarrassed all looked at Qin Huan.
If it weren't for Ye Qingtang and the Blood Moon Cult that Qin Huan was talking about, I'm afraid they would have already become corpses in the wilderness, how could they still be alive and kicking like they are now.
"Without the Blood Moon Sect, we would all be dead." Lin Long said.
Hearing this, Qin Huan nodded, but did not refute. His eyes fell on a forest of steles not far away, but his expression was somewhat indescribably sad.
In the past six months, many of the disciples who fought for the Xuanling Sect were seriously injured and could not get supplies from the outside world, and eventually died of serious injuries. The enemy, but in the end, failed to persevere, and could no longer see the dawn of hope.
Not to mention the disciples of the Xuanling Sect, even those deacons and high-level officials, some of them were seriously injured and the environment caused damage to the foundation of martial arts.
At this moment, Elder Mo and Elder Qin came near the Zongmen Martial Arts Field, looked at the Xuanling Sect disciples who were lying on the ground or sitting around, and sighed softly.
Several elders looked at the now dilapidated Xuanling Sect, and couldn't help but recall the prosperous state of the year.
"I have seen the suzerain... the two elders."
Seeing the suzerain and others coming to the martial arts field of Xuanlingzong, all the disciples of Xuanlingzong quickly got up and bowed to the suzerain.
Seeing this, the Xuanling Sect Master quickly waved his hands: "You don't need to salute, just rest quickly and don't waste your energy."
Looking at this group of Xuanling Sect disciples who are already skinny and listless, recalling their past, my heart feels as if thousands of needles have been pricked in my heart.
After a long time, Elder Qin and Elder Mo, together with the Sect Master of Xuanling Sect, came to a forest of tombs ahead.
There are hundreds of tombstones in the cemetery.
Some of them had already lost their bones during the battle with Yunxiaozong, so they could only build some tombs to commemorate those disciples of Xuanlingzong who died bravely in battle and were not afraid of death.
At this time, Qin Huan, Yun Shu and many other sect disciples followed Sect Master Xuanling, Elder Mo and others to the tomb forest.
"Brothers, we're here to see you..."
Many Xuanlingzong disciples immediately knelt down towards the tombstone.
Looking at these unnamed tombstones, it seems to have returned to the late night on the eve of the Great War.
Before the bonfire, chatted and chatted with each other, as if the voice and smile never left.
In the ear, it seems that at this moment, the previous words sounded again.
With my blood, dye my Xuanling battle flag red!
With my heart, burn out the anger of my mysterious spirit!
With my hands, resound through my Xuanling war drum!