After Feng Xuelian woke up, she remembered that she could not get angry and quickly adjusted her breath. A group of disciples of Wu Ling Sect sat around her, staring at her silently, not daring to slack off. After about three or four hours, Feng Xuelian's body moved suddenly, and a stream of blood spit out of her mouth.

The two disciples beside her quickly leaned over, holding her back with their hands, and brushing away the blood from the corners of her mouth with a pure white handkerchief.

Feng Xuelian seemed to be seriously injured and said weakly: "Sisters, Xuelian was hit by a rock in the mountains before and almost died on the spot. Fortunately, Le Yiyang came to rescue me and I was safe. Too many things have happened in the past few days, which have exhausted me and caused my internal injuries to recur. Le Yi threatened to make sense. In this case, I may not be able to live long."

The disciples of the Wuling Sect were stunned after hearing this. Because they were not mentally prepared, everyone seemed panicked and said, "Holy Mother, you must not say these unlucky words. If you go west, when will my Wuling Sect make a comeback?"

Feng Xuelian shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Sisters, Xuelian has long known his injuries. On that day, Le Yiyang made me not angry for several months, otherwise the internal injuries would be even more severe. I just heard that all the buildings in the Wuling Sect were destroyed, and I felt guilty about the spirit of Yan Yun in the sky. But what made me even more angry was the current situation. The Khitan Tartars were unstoppable, and the building of Jin State was about to collapse, and no one could reverse the general trend of destroying the country."

The disciples of the Wuling Sect opened their eyes wide, and you looked at me, and I looked at you, without saying a word. After a long time, one of the disciples asked: "The Prince of the Holy Mother is the leader of the Central Plains martial arts world. He is equipped with unique skills and will definitely sweep the Khitan Tartars and save the Dawn people from the water and fire."

Feng Xuelian sighed and said, "Although Cheng'er's martial arts skills are not weak, she is weak after all, so she may not be able to accomplish a big deal." After that, she vomited three or four mouthfuls of blood, her face turned paler, just like a piece of white paper.

Seeing this, the disciples of the Wuling Sect stood up and said, "Don't worry, even if we are crushed to pieces, we will help the young master achieve great achievements."

She covered her abdomen with her hands and said with difficulty: "Sisters, Xue Lian is extremely grateful for your kindness. But it is urgent to rescue your junior sister first." She said here, and suddenly felt her chest tight, as if she was pressed by a thousand pounds of stone. She was about to struggle hard, but she found that she could no longer speak, and her vision became blurry. Finally, the darkness in front of her eyes, and she couldn't wake up again.

Feng Xuelian's body gradually became colder. No matter how others called, they didn't respond. A few more hours later, Feng Xuelian's whole body had changed color and showed no signs of life. Seeing this, the disciples of the Wuling Sect thought that the Holy Mother had passed away, and they couldn't help but shed tears.

I spent the night quietly. In the early morning of the next day, everyone's emotions stabilized slightly. Several older disciples gathered together to discuss how to deal with Feng Xuelian's funeral. Now it is an extraordinary period, Feng Xuelian's funeral needs to be simple.

After everyone agreed, they said to more than a hundred disciples of the Wuling Sect present: "Sisters, the Holy Mother has passed away and Wuling Mountain cannot go back. We might as well find a place nearby to bury her, and then make a mark, and come and move her tomb away after the situation stabilizes."

The other disciples of the Wuling Sect had already been distracted at this time and said repeatedly: "The senior sisters have good ideas. After burying the Holy Mother, we have to go to Junior Sister Xiang'er."

Everyone found a very easy-to-remember place on the hill near Cangkong Villa, put Feng Xuelian and his robe down, and then gently covered the soil. Everyone was worried that the Khitan soldiers would destroy Feng Xuelian's grave, so they did not erect the monument in front of the grave.

The disciples of Wuling Sect worshiped several times in front of the grave and secretly vowed to drive the Khitan soldiers out of the Central Plains and out of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun. After the funeral was over, everyone stood up and headed for the Khitan camp in Mozhou.

At this time, the Mozhou Camp was empty.

That night, the sword lights and sword shadows in the camp. All the masters in the Khitan came out and surrounded the Central Plains martial arts people who came to attack. Although Yu Hengzi, Li Yuanqi, Mu Yuchun and others wanted to turn the tide, they only tied with Lu Wanli, He Liantian, Hu Pingqiu and other Imperial Guards.

The two sides were fighting fiercely, and suddenly they heard the sound of drums and thunder in the camp, and more than a thousand riders holding bows and arrows surrounded them. They lined up in eight characters, and a large tent slowly drove up behind them.

Seeing more and more Khitan soldiers, Yu Hengzi knew in his heart that the plan for this raid had been set and the most urgent task was to find ways to break out.

After the big tent approached, a burly man came out from it, wearing a yellow dragon robe, holding a big knife in his hand, and a majestic expression. This person was Yelu Deguang. Two people were followed by him, and of course the evil Lord of Tongtian, with an evil look in his eyes.

Yelu Deguang signaled the two sides to stop fighting. No one dared to refuse to obey. They all put away the weapons in their hands and retreated several feet together.

Yu Hengzi looked at the remaining ten people, felt sad, and said loudly to Yelu Deguang: "If I was not wrong, you would be the Khitan Emperor. Now that we have become your turtle in the jar, we will never escape death. Even so, we will not sit still and wait for death."

Yelu Deguang smiled slightly and did not answer.

The evil Lord Tongtian stepped forward and said sternly: "Rareless, I haven't kneeled down when I see our emperor."

Yu Hengzi said sternly: "We Han people are naturally the emperors of Han people, how can we kneel down to the Khitan emperor?"

The evil Lord Tongtian looked around and sneered: "The army of Jin State has surrendered, and it will be a matter of time before our Khitan army attacks Kaifeng. After the demise of Jin State, the next one will be Shu State, Southern Tang and Wu Yue. By then, the whole world will be my Khitan. How can you not worship our Emperor?"

The evil Lord Tongtian spoke upright, but heard Mu Yuchun curse: "Child Tongtian, you are originally from Jin, but you are shameless to help Khitan."

Mu Yuchun was excited and immediately stabbed the big knife on his body. Seeing that the big knife was stabbing towards the emperor, the Khitan soldiers hurried forward to stop it. Mu Yuchun had already put the true energy in his body on the hilt of the knife. At this time, the big knife had extremely strong impact. Seven or eight Khitan soldiers did not stop it, and all of them were cut through the chest by the blade and died.

When Yelu Deguang saw the big knife stabbing, his body leaned back slightly, but he did not avoid it. His behavior showed his kingly demeanor. Yu Hengzi and others saw it. Although they were in danger, they were impressed by the momentum of the Khitan emperor.

The evil master of Tongtian looked at the flying sword disdainfully, exerted force with both hands, and used a move to move the sky and the earth. Yu Hengzi and others had seen the advantages and disadvantages of this move, and quickly flew to avoid it.
Chapter completed!