You kid! You don't have to be so low-key! !

Chapter 600: Borrowing Crying Sounds to Send Evening Breeze

Seeing Kong Xuan hesitate, they thought Master Kong Xuan was reluctant to part with it, so they patted their chests and said, "Brother Kong Xuan, we can pay with spirit crystals. Don't worry, we won't be short of money."

"Yes, as long as you open your mouth, Brother Kongxuan, the price we offer will not be bad."

"The sect still has some spiritual treasures, rare stones, and great medicines in stock. As long as Brother Kongxuan opens his mouth..."

"Yeah yeah!"

Most of these people are elders from first-class sects, so they have a say in these matters. After all, they have all seen the power of the formation. If they can get the formation drawings and give each elite disciple a set, their combat power will be doubled. They are determined to obtain such a terrifying formation.

Surrounded by people, talking to each other, Master Kong Xuan was also very excited, but when he thought that the formation was unique to Changqing, and that the sect owed Changqing too much, he couldn't say anything, so he could only smile bitterly and said:

"Everyone, my Yuling Sect has just been promoted to a second-grade sect. Where did such a magical formation come from? This thing still belongs to young friend Qingtong. I can't make the decision!"

Everyone looked disappointed, but they still said, "Since Brother Kongxuan said so, he certainly wouldn't deceive us. But we still want to ask Brother Kongxuan to help us build a bridge. Don't worry, Brother Kongxuan won't make a wasted trip..."

Someone took out a thousand-year-old blood ginseng, and it reluctantly fell into the hands of Master Kong Xuan.

"Well... well, then I'll try to find out what Young Master Qingtong has to say..." Master Kongxuan nodded and invited everyone to take a rest in the newly built tent.

Only the middle-aged man from the Xuanhuo family wanted to say something several times, but he couldn't say it, and it was too late to regret.

The disciples of various sects below have already divided the ownership of the corpses. After all, they are battle merits that can be exchanged for skills, elixirs, etc. in the Yuhai League.

On one side of the nearby tent, there was a several-meter-long tower made up of demon heads, standing tall. Upon closer inspection, most of these heads were abnormally shriveled, indicating that they were killed by the formation, and were very easy to recognize.

Such a huge Jingguan naturally attracted people's attention frequently, but no one raised any doubts. They all saw the bodies of Changqing's men falling like wheat. Their crazy looks and cruel methods made them look like they would suddenly kill people if they disagreed with them. Even if they had some complaints in their hearts, who would dare to step forward!

At first they thought they were dreaming. How could there be such a fierce man in reality? But the facts were before their eyes. The terrifying means and fierce attacks made people shudder.

Everyone looked at the figure in front of the Jingguan with respect and fear. This person could indeed be called a demon killer.

Chang Qing found Jie Xinyu and got some water to wash away the blood scabs on her body. A delicate face came into everyone's sight. Jie Xinyu seemed to have been irritated by Chang Qing before, and left in a hurry with a gloomy expression...

Chang Qing didn't quite understand the woman's thoughts, but he knew that he had scared her. If he wanted to help her learn the new language habit, he had to take his time and not be impatient.

Behind him, Yun Qinghan, Zhong Baixuan and Ling Yu pushed the heads of dozens of mid-level demon kings to the front.

Chang Qing waved his hand and divided the tens of thousands of heads in front of him into four piles, one pile for each person, and the extra pile was for Jie Xinyu.

And he did not keep a single one for himself, which shocked everyone. Tens of thousands of heads and at least a hundred thousand military merits were given away just like that. If they were placed in the Yuhai League, who knows how many treasures they could have been exchanged for. Such a big gesture made the outer sect disciples' eyes turn red.

Yun Qinghan looked at the thousands of heads, among which there were hundreds of heads of mid-level demons, and really wanted to retreat: "Well, Junior Brother... Qing! I don't want these heads. Hehe, look at your formation..."

"Senior Sister Yun, you should accept it. We will make some formations by then, and every captain will have one. There's no need to fight over it."

"That's more like it!" Yun Qinghan punched Chang Qing in the chest.

Chang Qing smiled slightly, but he couldn't laugh, and his mood was not very high.

Looking around, all the land was a touch of deep red, and every inch of land was stained with blood. Human blood and demon blood could no longer be distinguished from each other. Countless fighting spirits were floating here.

On the Yuling Sect's side, after this battle, there were only less than five thousand disciples left, nearly half of whom were killed. Many disciples had killed the demons by self-destructing, and even their corpses could not be collected.

The losses in this battle were too great and heartbreaking. Chang Qing's eyes were full of helplessness. Be it mortals or cultivators, there can be no peace amidst strife, and no one knows which will come first, death or tomorrow.

"Why are you scared in the first battle?" A gentle voice sounded in my ears.

The four of them looked up and saw Fuxue leading the two little ones towards them.

"Greetings, Master Fufeng!" The four of them greeted him one after another.

"You guy, such a big thing happened as soon as you arrived, are you possessed by the star of misfortune?" Fu Xue joked.

Changqing: ...

"Forget it, forget it. Mingzhu will come to register your military achievements in a while. You can go to the tent to attend the meeting in half an hour. Don't refuse! Master Kongxuan specifically asked me to call him. He said that someone has taken a fancy to your formation and asked you to think about how to deal with it."

After saying that, Fuxue left the two little guys behind and turned to leave. At the top of the peak where he was, many people were lost in this battle. Everyone kept the sadness in their hearts. The battle had to continue. They had no extra time to mourn. Cutting off the heads of the demons would be the best sacrifice.

The two little guys saw countless lives and deaths. The first battle they faced was so brutal that it made the two lively little kids silent and speechless. Sometimes growth happens in this moment.

Changqing squatted down, gently wiped away the tears from the corners of their eyes, and flicked the blood stains from the corners of their clothes.

He Niaoniao looked at Chang Qing, who had a peaceful face in front of her. It seemed that the ship had finally found the shore and she felt a sense of security. Then she couldn't help crying out loud: "Brother... I'm afraid..."

Li Mengyu also tried hard to hold back the tears in her eyes. She threw away the bloodstained wooden sword and pouted, saying, "I'm useless and can't help."

Chang Qing gently picked up the two of them and said softly, "Brother, you know, if you want to cry, just cry out loud. Cry out the fear in your heart, and you won't be afraid of such things in the future."

"We killed so many enemies, and we avenged our fellow disciples..."

The cries of pain continued to echo, and the crowd fell silent. They looked at the corpses of their companions in their hands, and remained silent. They wanted to cry, but they couldn't. They could only use the cries of the two children to express their own feelings and bid farewell to their fellow disciples who were leaving...

After a while, the little guy, perhaps tired of crying, fell asleep on Changqing's shoulder, leaving the two of them to Yun Qinghan, feeling the coolness of the breeze blowing on the tear marks on his shoulders, as if telling the farewell of each soul.

When the curtain was lifted, it was revealed that the room was already full of people. Dozens of chairs were occupied, leaving only one empty seat high in the middle, which was obviously Changqing's seat.

Changqing had no idea that Master Kongxuan was deceiving him. He just felt that this meeting was directed at him. All eyes were on him, making Changqing feel uneasy. It would be inappropriate for him to turn around at this moment.

So, he took a step forward, bowed slightly to everyone, and walked slowly to Master Kongxuan with a calm temperament. He nodded and slowly sat down.