After cutting down more than a hundred thousand Poison Cultists, only the monk in the Purple Palace and the man in the Xuan-clothed clothes in the Golden Elixir stage were left.

The man in Xuanyi probably knew that he was doomed, so he cursed: "Gongsun Sheng, you will not die well. Sooner or later, my Wanpox Sect will break through the mountain gate of your Qingxuan Sect. Your Qingxuan Sect is destined to break through the sect and destroy the clan, disappear into the long river of time, become history, you accept your fate~"

Because the man in the dark clothes struggled endlessly, the Master of Qifeng Peak, who was personally detained, shouted: "Shut up, he is still stubborn until he dies..."

Gongsun Sheng was not angry when he heard this. He looked at the man in Xuanyi calmly, the last struggle of a dying man.

He said calmly: "How will I do in the future? What will happen to Qingxuan Sect in the future? You are destined to be unable to see..."

Then he shouted: "Sacrifice!"

Puff~

The head of the monk in the purple palace fell to the ground, and the man in the dark clothes also fell to the ground. Then a golden elixir suddenly flew out. He wanted to escape, but was also covered by the flames thrown out by the Master Zhang Feng who was prepared. The flames were burning like oil poured on it...

"ah……"

A shrill scream came from the flames.

But soon the screams disappeared, the flames gradually faded, and the golden elixir also turned into ashes.

The disciples below looked at this scene, some showed comfort, some showed unbearableness, and some looked indifferent...

After the sacrifice, Gongsun Sheng looked at the disciples with sharp eyes and said:

"Do you feel cruel, don't you feel unbearable... Put away your sympathy, this is war, this is a life-and-death struggle, and your enemies cannot bear it, it is cruel to your own people, sympathizing with the enemy is hurting your fellow disciples... Think about those young lives that will always be left on the battlefield, think about Elder Wenlong who has blood sprinkled on the battlefield... The Wanpox Cult did not leave them a way to survive, why should we still sympathize with these Wanpox Cultists..."

Thinking of the life that Qingxuan Sect passed away on the battlefield this time, Gongsun Sheng also had tears in his eyes and his eyes were red.

Those disciples who showed unbearableness and sympathy were ashamed when they heard the sect leader's reprimand.

Yes~ Why did they forget those lost fellow disciples and those living lives that remained on the battlefield forever. The fellow disciples who practiced and practiced together in the past will never come back...

This is a war, there is no right or wrong. If you don’t fight hard, you will be eliminated and will be destroyed by Tu Zong.

Gongsun Sheng shouted loudly and asked, "Do you still feel cruel?"

"No!" The disciples' voices shook the sky.

"Do you still feel unbearable?"

"Won't!"

"Will you still sympathize with them?"

"Won't!"

"Do we want to avenge our fellow disciples?"

"want!"

"Do you want to fight back?"

"want!"

"Are you afraid of the danger on the battlefield? Do you have the courage and confidence to fight?"

"Not afraid, fight for the sect, fight for the dead fellow disciples, and also for ourselves. We are not afraid... and kill back..."

"Kill back..."

...

The counterattack of Qingxuan Sect began, and a large number of disciples rushed to the battlefield. This time, they were not passively beaten, but took the initiative.

Of course, Wandu Sect has been prepared for a long time. This time, Qingxuan Sect suffered such a big loss. Thinking about it with its toes, it can be imagined that they will not give up.

Of course, Qingxuan Sect knew about this situation, so he didn't even think about going to sneak attack and directly attacked him!

No matter when the battlefield is, it is a meat grinder.

The sad soldiers will win!
Chapter completed!