At this moment, except for the Qingyun Sect in the Qingyun Sect's camp, all the other sects admit defeat, and are willing to pay three spiritual veins as a price to get back their own disciples, and they also hope to end this war.

At this moment, Qingyun Sect Sect Master Yuan Hong Yangtian roared angrily:

"Ah~! More than 5,000 of my inner sect elite disciples are gone like this! Murong Zhan! Your disciple of Shushan Sword Shrine is so courageous!"

Then, he pointed to the sect leader of his side camp and threatened:

"I didn't agree, any of you dare to admit defeat, otherwise you will be the enemy of my Qingyun Sect, and you will bear the endless wrath of my Qingyun Sect!"

The faces of the sect leaders who were pointed at sank, and endless anger surged in their hearts, but they were helpless, they were silent.

Situ Yan, the dean of White Deer Academy, looked at Yuan Hong, who was a little crazy, and sneered:

"Motohiro! Don't do useless struggles, if you lose, you lose, don't let the world sect think that you Qingyun Sect can't afford to lose!"

"Shut up! It's these wastes who admit defeat, and my Qingyun Sect didn't lose! It's a big deal, I'm going to do it to all your sects!" Yuan Hong roared angrily, with the meaning of desperate and letting go.

Situ Yan's heart froze, and his face instantly became solemn, if the Qingyun Sect broke the jar and broke it, it would really be difficult to go out, and even the great cultivators of the Immortal Mirror would have to join the battle at that time.

"Motohiro! You have to think clearly, although the Qingyun Sect is powerful, it is not strong enough to challenge my White Deer Academy, Fahua Temple, and the dozens of sects behind us at the same time, and then the tens of thousands of years of foundation of your Qingyun Sect will be destroyed in one fell swoop!"

Situ Yan's words made Yuan Hong sober up instantly, he was indeed carried away by failure, Qingyun Sect has been smooth sailing for more than 30,000 years, and no one has dared to provoke him.

The Qingyun Sect, which has four Immortal Mirror Great Cultivators, has always been responsive, and has participated in many battles between sects, and the war between the human race and the demon race has always been invincible and invincible.

In the past few years, the Qingyun Sect seems to have been unlucky, and has suffered repeated setbacks, from the destruction of the bloody sect of the affiliated sect, the accusation of thousands of people in the action of besieging and killing the young genius of the demon clan, and then to the disciples of the sect who participated in this war either died or were kidnapped, and finally completely failed in this war.

Thinking of this, he instantly thought of a person, that was Su Yunfei,

"The Qingyun Sect has been repeatedly frustrated, and this young man is involved, is he the lifelong enemy of my Qingyun Sect?" Yuan Hong muttered softly, and then his gaze looked through the clouds at Su Yunfei.

Under the clouds, Su Yunfei, who was waiting for the result, felt an invisible gaze watching him, and this gaze was not kind.

So Su Yunfei straightened up, looked at the clouds without fear, and met that gaze.

Seeing that Su Yunfei was not afraid, and there was still a faint hint of sarcasm, somehow, Yuan Hong felt a chill, a king mirror sword cultivator actually made a half-step immortal mirror cultivator feel cold, and a wry smile surged in Yuan Hong's heart.

At the same time, he felt that an invisible thread of cause and effect was entangled between him and Su Yunfei, and if he didn't cut it off in time, not only would he be hopeless in the Immortal Mirror, but he might even fall one day in the future.

If you want to become an immortal mirror, you must cut off cause and effect, and all kinds of cause and effect can be achieved without adding to the body.

"Kill or stay?" Yuan Hong was entangled, so he used the secret method of the sect 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 method has a lot of backlash, often at the expense of Shouyuan, and finally he saw a corner of the future,

It was a sword cultivator who looked like a teenager, and at this moment, the young man's green clothes were stained with blood, standing in the void, and there were endless bones under his feet.

Suddenly, the young man seemed to sense that someone was snooping, he turned his head and happened to look at Yuan Hong, this young man was Su Yunfei.

That is, the moment they looked at each other, Yuan Hong was like falling into an ice cellar, and endless fear surged in his heart.

Burst!

Yuan Hong vomited blood in his mouth, his expression was extremely frightened, and his body was many years old at this moment.

He shouted:

"I, Qingyun Sect, admit defeat and am willing to pay

Three spiritual veins!"

As soon as these words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.

Even Situ Yan, the dean of Bailu Academy, was a little caught off guard, thinking that he had heard it wrong!

"What's the matter with Yuan Hong, just now he was clamoring for one person to fight the entire White Deer Academy camp, why did he suddenly admit defeat again, it's so strange!"

"I suspect that he can't bear the blow of defeat, he is not sober, the previous Qingyun Sect has dominated the world, he has always been a winner, and he has not yet failed, wait, he may regret it for a while!"

"No, just now I saw that he used a secret method that can predict the future, and he must have seen the extremely terrifying cause and effect of the future, and he was eager to cut off this cause and effect, so he did this."

"It's very likely, alas~ Anyway, it's enough to end this war, I really can't fight anymore!"

。。。

The bigwigs of various sects whispered.

Situ Yan was more cautious, and he asked suspiciously:

"Yuan Hong, are you sure you admit defeat?"

Yuan Hong was unwilling, but when he thought of Su Yunfei's eyes when he spied into the future, he was very afraid, even in the face of his own ancestor Martial Saint Martial Xinghai, he didn't have such a strong sense of fear, how terrifying would Su Yunfei be in the future.

Thinking of this, he said without hesitation:

"I'm sure I'm in the Qingyun Sect, I'm going to get three spiritual veins!"

Immediately, an elder of the Qingyun Sect reluctantly returned to the sect to retrieve the spiritual vein.

At the same time, the various sects belonging to the Qingyun Sect camp have also sent elders back to the sect to obtain spiritual veins.

In view of the different levels of each sect, the White Deer Academy side did not do things perfectly, and the sixth order and the lower sects only needed to pay one spiritual vein plus 10 million amethyst stones.

Sects from the seventh order to the ninth order can pay two spiritual veins and 50 million amethyst stones, and the major sects above the tenth order 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 the Qingyun Sect without looking back, rolling up all the elders of the Qingyun Sect.

Then the elders of the various sects handed in the spiritual veins and amethyst stones one after another.

These spiritual veins and amethyst stones were handed over to Situ Yan, the dean of Bailu Academy.

The bigwigs of the various sects in the Qingyun Sect camp had complicated expressions at the moment, both unwilling and relieved.

The various sects on the side of the White Deer Academy could not hide the joy in their hearts at this moment, and some of the leaders and elders of the fifth-order sects couldn't help but want to release their lives and cry.

They joined this war just to give it a go for the sake of the sect, and today they won and got the spirit veins and countless amethyst stones, which could raise their sect to a higher level, which was something that their ancestors did not do.

And their generation did it, how could it not make them cry with joy.

Situ Yan looked at the bigwigs of the hostile sects, he did not speak sarcastically or disdainfully, but said lightly:

"This war is over, from this moment on we are no longer enemies, and we should not plant the seeds of hatred in our hearts, this is the result of your own choice, remember this lesson, take a good rest, our ultimate enemy is still in the demon world!"

After hearing this, those bigwigs bowed to Situ Yan one after another, as a great Confucian who was famous in both the secular world and the cultivation world, most of them still admired Situ Yan.

After a pause, Situ Yan continued:

"Just in case, your captured disciples will be detained for half a year in the four sects of Bailu Academy, Fahua Temple, Shushan Sword Shrine, and Langyue Mountain, and all the expenses incurred during this period will be borne by you, and you will go to collect people after half a year!"

Those sect bigwigs refused in their hearts, but as the defeated side, they had to obey.

After bowing to Situ Yan again, they left lonely, everyone deeply remembered the name Su Yunfei, if it weren't for this young man, the final result was likely to be the victory of the Qingyun Sect.

It's a pity that there are no ifs!

Situ Yan cleared the clouds, and a group of bigwigs appeared in front of tens of thousands of monks.

Tens of thousands of monks looked up to them with reverence and expectation.

The moment Situ Yan and the others appeared, all the monks in the White Deer Academy camp knew that they had won, but they wanted to hear the big guys say the result in person.

Situ Yan's face was kind, with a faint smile on his face, which made people feel like a spring breeze at a glance, and the mood of tens of thousands of monks was extremely peaceful at this moment.

Situ Yan shouted in his mellow and magnetic voice:

"Little babies, we've won, cheer to heart's content!"

Everyone fell silent at this moment, and after confirming that they had heard correctly, the mountains suddenly shouted and the tsunami cheered, and the roar made the earth tremble.

Many people cried with joy, they found their close comrades-in-arms and hugged each other tightly.

Su Yunfei and Xiao Yunxi hugged each other, tears falling silently.

Immediately afterwards, thousands of sword cultivators of the Shushan Sword Shrine and the South China Sea Sword Sect, at the same time, the long swords came out of the sheath and flew to the sky, and thousands of long swords of various colors pierced the sky with gorgeous sword light, like fireworks.

They were using the highest courtesy of sword cultivation to celebrate their hard-won victory.

"Senior brothers, we have won, you can rest in peace!"

"Master, this glass of wine is a tribute to you, our sect has won, your last wish has been fulfilled, let's go on the road with peace of mind!"

"Hong'er, did you see that? We won!"

。。。

Everyone is comforting the fallen fellow questioners, elders, and fellow Taoists.

The monks who were still captured in the formation hid their faces and wept at this moment, unwilling to accept this result, in order to win the final victory and bring benefits to the sect, they threw their heads and spilled blood, and many close people fell 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.

After Situ Yan and the sect bosses glanced at each other, they disappeared, and they wanted to discuss how to distribute the spoils.