Cangqiong Mountain, Fengyin Palace, Yunwu Palace.

A hundred maids in uniform dress crawled on the ground, their foreheads pressed against the scorching sun, and the thin gauze on their backs was soaked with sweat. The ground under their foreheads had long been wet into a circle of water marks. Even so, the figures of the black figures under the steps remained motionless, as if they were still, and they didn't dare to breathe.

Unlike the scorching sun outside, there are cold ice tanks placed in the four corners of the magnificent hall. Large pieces of ice reduce the indoor temperature to cool and clear, refreshing.

The melted water droplets fell drippingly into the jade plate, echoing in the empty bedroom, making it look particularly quiet.

Feng Chaowu's head was covered with silver threads on the pillow, her gray face was thin and sick, and she was full of wrinkles. Her hands were pale and blood-colored. Only the faint ridge under the quilt meant that she was still alive at this time.

No one can connect her with the Palace Master Wuhua Palace, who fought against the top master of the five major sects of Xigan, half a month ago.

That day, the setting sun was like blood, and corpses were everywhere under the sky mountain. Feng Chaowu wore a long green dress with blood stains. The Xuanming sword in his hand was like a dragon killing among thousands of people. His unpredictable figure and superb sword skills made Feng Chaowu, who had red eyes, look more like a devil dancing in blood, cruel and fierce, and he would never survive wherever he started.

In the end, countless casualties were killed or injured on both sides, and the five major sects suffered serious losses. They had to retreat and returned in a disastrous defeat.

The martial arts of Feng Chaowu's peak at the peak have once again opened their eyes to the people in the martial arts world. Incredible, it has made everyone's curiosity and greed about Wuhua Palace and Jingpo Divine Arts.

The battle of Cangqiong Mountain completely established Feng Chaowu's status as the "Demon Cult Female Demon" in the martial arts world, and also made Wuhua Palace's reputation even more mysterious.

However, the major sects were only seriously injured after the battle, and they probably would not come to Cangqiong Mountain to find trouble again in the short term.

After 5 days of persistence, Feng Chaowu finally fell to the ground due to excessive internal injuries and vomited blood and could not afford to get sick.

It was originally a sure thing to deal with these people with her martial arts skills, but unfortunately, God didn't help her. When the five major sects came to provoke, it happened to be a critical moment when Feng Chaowu went in seclusion to practice the magical art of Pure Soul. The result of forcibly interrupting her comeback was that the internal force was backfired, and her power was completely dispersed. In addition, she fought quickly and decided quickly, and her vitality was extremely exhausted, and she actually damaged her foundation and had exhausted her energy.

The master of Xunchun Hall Luochun, the master of Mixia Hall Luoxia, the master of Jieqiu Hall Luoqiu, and the master of Houdong Hall Luodong and the four of them knelt in front of the Fengchao dance bed for more than an hour. They looked solemn and had a lot of worries.

The palace master was seriously injured, and his black hair turned white when he fell down. His face, which was originally as bright as the moon, became old and decayed in an instant, his energy was dissipated, and his internal strength was lost. The old monster died of death said that the palace master had arrived and he had no power to turn the sky.

The four of them thought that hundreds of disciples in Wuhua Palace had the ability to resist foreign enemies. If the palace master drove away and those so-called famous and upright sects in the martial arts world made a comeback, the entire Wuhua Palace would probably be unable to escape.

Perhaps because he heard their sobs, Feng Chaowu, who had been sleeping for several days, actually opened her eyes.

"Luochun." A hoarse voice sounded from the account. Luochun immediately wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, gently approached the bed, and lifted up the gauze tent.

"Prince Palace, are you getting better? Do you want to drink water?"

"Help me up, I have something to say to you."

Luochun got up and carefully helped Feng Chaowu up. She was so thin that she had almost no weight. Luochun put two pillows behind her.

"Falling spring, falling summer, falling autumn, falling winter."

"Disciple is here."

"My deadline is approaching, I have a few words to ask you, you can listen."

The four of them were sad and bowed their heads and sobbed.

"After I leave, lock the palace gate and disperse the disciples, don't leave one person, so as not to find the enemy and sacrifice his life in vain."

The four people were shocked, the sect was dispersed?

"Prince Lord!"

Feng Chaowu reached out to stop them, "Do as I said, and all the property in the palace will be distributed to everyone, so let everyone go down the mountain."

"This is one. Second, you four are the chief disciples of my sect. I originally planned to teach you the unique skills of the Pure and Break magical arts to you. Unfortunately... But with your cultivation, you will be more than enough to protect yourself in the future. Don't mention that you have been a disciple of Wuhua Palace after you go out. Find a good family and get married."

"Prince Lord, we will be the people of Wuhua Palace for life and will never do anything traitorous."

"People of the Palace, if we don't leave, we will guard Wuhua Palace. The mountains of Cangqiong Mountain are steep and there are countless strange peaks and valleys. If outsiders want to enter my Fengyin Palace, they must have that ability."

Feng Chaowu felt sour in her heart, and a fishy smell surged in her throat. She covered her mouth and coughed violently, and it took a while to recover.

Luo Chun hurriedly went up to help her get better. Luo Dong stood up and ran out, "I'll go find Jue Ming."

"Come back." Feng Chaowu held her breath and called her, and said hurriedly: "Don't waste time, I still have a few words to say yet."

"You must complete the two things I said above as soon as possible after I die, and do not give those people a chance to counterattack."

"The last thing is that after I die, I will fall into the valley of regret. The Xuanming Sword is too evil. If you stay in the world, you may cause trouble. And if it recognizes its master, let it disappear with me."

After saying that, Feng Chaowu seemed to have finally lifted the burden in her heart, turned her head and no longer had anger.

This life is a great sin and evil, and blood is contaminated by the body, so death is not peaceful. If there is a next life, I will not do the hard work and worry, and I will just live a leisurely life and wait for death.

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When I first arrived in Xiaoxiang, the little cuties didn’t write well and I would like to give me more suggestions.
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