Feng Xuelian thought that the Wuling Sect might not be able to escape this time. The only thing she was relieved was that her daughter Feng Ruoxiang had already gone down the mountain. Thinking of this, her frown brows stretched slightly.

She had just turned her mind and suddenly remembered something important, so she picked up the sword on the wall and walked down the attic quickly.

There were already more than a dozen senior Wu Ling Sect members waiting downstairs. Feng Xuelian walked upstairs, nodded slightly, and said slowly: "Sisters, today the Khitan Tartars are invading, and I will survive and perish. Although our Wu Ling Sect is all women, we must share the same hatred of the enemy and not let the Khitan Tartars underestimate them."

The sects of the Wuling Sect raised their long swords and said angrily: "We dare not obey the words of the Holy Mother. No matter what success or failure today, we will never insult the prestige of the Master and the Holy Mother."

Feng Xuelian sighed and said in pain: "The world is impermanent, and the life and death of the fog spirit is here today. Xuelian cannot protect the master's legacy. Even if she dies here immediately, she will have no face to face his master."

Everyone was about to persuade each other, but they saw that tears had already appeared in Feng Xuelian's eyes, so they hid the words they wanted to say in their mouths. Feng Xuelian took a light breath and said helplessly: "I'm going to the top of the mountain. I'm afraid it's too late."

The Wuling Sect's sect were shocked. They didn't know what Feng Xuelian wanted, but they couldn't ask, so they had to watch her back leave the attic.

Feng Xuelian looked for a small path to walk up the mountain, and the surrounding mountains were full of high mountains and valleys. She was worried that as soon as she walked forward, the Khitan soldiers attacked the mountain, so she used her light skills all the way. In just half a quarter of an hour, she had already arrived at the place where Yan Yun rested.

This is a giant tree growing on the top of a mountain, and about dozens of people can embrace it. At the end of the giant tree is a cliff, and the other three sides are messy stones. This tree stands on the top of the mountain, like a supreme thing despising the mountains. When Yan Yun Zhenren chose a tomb here for himself, it really has a deep meaning.

Feng Xuelian didn't care about the fatigue of walking, and hurriedly looked around. Seeing that no one was following him, she just walked to the huge rock and found a vague mark on the trunk. She inserted her five fingers into the trunk with her right hand, gently rotated the mechanism, and the trunk separated a gap.

The gap is less than one foot wide. Feng Xuelian is thin, so it is not difficult to pass through this gap. She leaned her body sideways, and in the blink of an eye, she disappeared into the trunk. The gap between the trunks also closed, and nothing seemed to have happened.

Feng Xuelian slowly descended in the trunk of the tree, and soon arrived at the tomb of Yanyun Zhenren, several meters deep from the ground, located at the root of the giant tree.

The tomb chamber is quite large, less than ten feet deep. There are six stone windows on the east wall, all embedded on the cliffs, and others will never notice it. It was noon, and the light shone in through the window, illuminating the entire tomb chamber clearly.

The last time Feng Xuelian entered the tomb, it was seven years since the death of Master Yan Yun. It has only been half a year since she came to worship again, and it was already the storm of Wuling Sect. When she thought of this, she couldn't help but feel sad in her heart.

Feng Xuelian held the long sword in one hand and stroked the wall of the tomb with the other hand. She moved slightly and walked to the sarcophagus where Master Yan Yun was resting. She quietly looked at her master's portrait, recalling the scene of just climbing Wuling Mountain in her mind, and felt guilty.

At that time, Master Yan Yun wanted to teach her exclusive skills to Feng Xuelian, but Feng Xuelian was worried about her late husband and young daughter and had no intention of learning swords. Therefore, until Master Yan Yun passed away, he did not learn the sword skills of the Wuling Sect.

Feng Xuelian, as the Holy Mother of the Wuling Sect, cannot use the Wuling Sect's martial arts to defend against enemies. If this matter spreads to the world, it may be a joke to the Dafang Family.

Now that the enemy is in front of her, Feng Xuelian knows that she is unable to defeat Khitan soldiers, so she first retreated from the tomb of Yanyun Zhenren. Once the Khitan soldiers attacked the top of the mountain, she had thought carefully and prepared to take a gamble to protect her master's tomb. However, the Khitan soldiers were strong and Feng Xuelian alone was definitely not an opponent.

At this time, Feng Xuelian had already been in her heart. Since she was named the Holy Mother, she had installed explosives in the fortresses on the top of Wuling Mountain. Once Wuling Mountain was captured, she had to endure the grief and activate the mechanism, razing the top of Wuling Mountain to the ground, and burning both jade and stones.

Feng Xuelian's eyes closed and her mood suddenly became ups and downs. She remembered her deceased husband, and she seemed to remember the sound of fighting on the battlefield. At that time, Lu Guanyan's body was covered in blood, and he entrusted her son and daughter to her, so that she must take good care of herself. Although her son was separated in the war, fortunately her daughter was still by her side. Now that her daughter has grown up, she is charming and has learned the authentic Yanyun sword technique, she can finally comfort her husband's spirit in heaven. Thinking of this, Feng Xuelian finally calmed down.

However, the Wuling Mountain Pass was not calm at this time. As the helmsman, Feng Xuelian, when he heard the news, he had arranged more than 100 disciples in the sect when the Khitan soldiers went up the mountain. When the enemy was in front of him, everyone performed their own duties and had long been willing to live and die with the Wuling School. However, the Khitan soldiers were already impatient and just waited for the national army, the evil master Tongtian, to order the attack on the mountain.

The evil master of Tongtian has long heard that Wu Ling Sect’s martial arts use softness to control hardness. Yan Yun’s sword technique is famous for Yingzhou, so he dared not underestimate the enemy. He sat upright on the horse and looked at the mountain with concentration. He saw that there were women wearing purple clothes holding long swords in his hands. His heart couldn’t help but tighten, thinking: “This lineup, even in Cangqiong Villa, has never happened. It seems that there will be a hard battle later.”

The evil master of Tongtian rode forward and stopped dozens of steps away from the disciples of Yanyun Sect. He said arrogantly: "Where is Feng Xuelian? Hurry up and send her out to ask questions?"

Seeing that he was coming in a fierce manner, the disciples of the Wuling Sect were not willing to be outdone and asked, "Who are you? How can you call us the name of the Virgin?"

The evil Lord Tongtian laughed three times and did not answer. At this time, a Khitan soldier behind him waved his sword and shouted: "Rareless, don't kneel down when you see our national magistrate."

Seeing this, the other Khitan soldiers relied on the large number of people and shouted in unison: "Eliminate the Wuling Sect and capture Feng Xuelian alive!" After hearing this, the disciples of the Wuling Sect all glared at each other, wishing they could rush forward to fight with the Khitan soldiers immediately.

The evil Lord Tongtian waved his hand slightly to indicate the noise. The noise stopped immediately. He looked around the person opposite, but did not notice who was very good at martial arts. He was already sure to win. So he decided to be polite and then soldiers, and said calmly: "I have passed by the land in Japan. I have heard of the wise man of your Holy Mother for a long time. I want to invite her to meet with the current emperor and jointly establish an immortal magical power for my Khitan. I wonder if the noble school is in charge."

The disciples of Wuling Sect knew her intentions, but they couldn't think of a response. They had to scold: "Shameless villain, with ulterior motives! How could our Wuling Sect join you in filth?"

When Tongtian Xie Zheng saw that the other party did not take him seriously, he couldn't help but feel furious and said, "I was polite to you because I saw the face of Yan Yun, the real person of Wuling Sect. Who knew that you would not toast and punish him. Don't blame my subordinates for being ruthless."
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