Then the bodies of the disciples of Quanzhen Sect were buried. The Quanzhen Sect was in a state of desolation. After all, after this time, many disciples lost their lives.

At this time, Yang Cong called the disciples to the hall. Looking at the disciples and remembering the days when the Quanzhen Sect disciples gathered together in the past, Yang Cong cheered up and said in a deep voice to the disciples: "Disciples obey the orders, from today on, you must work harder and practice martial arts diligently, so that you can avoid the end of today. Okay, you should step down."

After hearing this, the disciples said to Yang Cong, "I know, the head teacher." Then they withdrew from the hall.

Yang Cong walked to the Quanzhen Sect's ancestral hall. Looking at the newly placed spiritual positions, Yang Cong exhaled a deep breath of turbid air. The originally restrained aura suddenly burst out, and a powerful aura erupted from Yang Cong's body.

Among the towns at the foot of the Quanzhen Sect, the originally peaceful and joyful town is now full of wreckage, and occasionally a few Mongolian soldiers are chasing the people. In a mansion a few hundred meters away, several Mongolian generals are sitting in it drinking and talking, and there are still some bloodstains next to these Mongolian generals, which should be left by the owner of this mansion.

A middle-aged Mongolian general with a rough face and a big beard on his face drank a big bowl of wine, shouted happily, and then said excitedly: "The Song people are really useless. We directly broke their city. Those who killed them stole their things and didn't dare to resist us. Occasionally, some so-called people from the world come to us to kill, which is really good!"

The other Mongolian generals laughed when they heard this, and another person continued, "These Song people occupy such a rich place but are unable to defend it. Then we can only help them guard it, hahahaha!"

At this time, a Mongolian soldier wearing leather armor broke in outside the door, and he looked hurried.

"Why are you so panicked?" The Mongolian general sitting in the first place looked at the hurried soldier, with an unhappy expression on his face and shouted coldly.

"Report... Report to the general, the more than a thousand soldiers we sent to the Quanzhen Sect were all dead, and only the national magistrate returned seriously injured, and he persuaded us to escape from the Central Plains." The Mongolian soldier said hurriedly, and after he finished speaking, he couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from his forehead.

"What? Are they all dead? The national commander is seriously injured? Escape from the Central Plains? Impossible! There are hundreds of thousands of troops in Mongolia, and they are all elite soldiers and generals. How can I beat them up?" The Mongolian general slapped the table in front of him with a palm and said angrily.

The Mongolian general looked at the soldier's figure coldly, then shouted in a cold tone: "Where is the national master? Ask him to see me!" Then the Mongolian general walked out of the hall and looked at the national master standing outside the hall, Darba and others with their heads lowered.

The Mongolian general's face was cold, he glanced at everyone coldly, and snorted coldly: "Waste!"

The Jinlun Master raised his head unwillingly and said, "General, I advise you to withdraw your troops. The true man of Quanzhen Sect, Yang Cong, will be revenged. Today, my Mongolian army killed his disciples. I am afraid..."

"What are you afraid of? My Mongolian army is brave and good at fighting, so how could he be afraid of him? Even if he is very skilled in martial arts, he cannot stop the power of my Mongolian army and thousands of horses!" The Mongolian general said firmly.

Then he shouted coldly to the soldiers around him: "Get all the people and fight to the Quanzhen Sect!"

In the Chongyang Palace, Qiu Chuji looked at Yang Cong with an ugly face, looked at Yang Cong, then sighed quietly, and said in a tired tone: "Oh, Cong'er, you this time..."

Yang Cong looked at Qiu Chuji's face and knew what he was thinking, so he comforted him: "Master, do you still remember what I said a month ago? I said, I will kill as much as he comes!"

At this time, a disciple came outside the hall to ask for a meeting. Yang Cong asked him to come in. As soon as the disciple entered the hall, he knelt down on one knee and said, "Report to the head of the sect, a disciple found Mongolians appearing at the foot of Zhongnan Mountain."

After hearing this, Yang Cong asked him to step down and wait for his instructions. Qiu Chuji's face became even more ugly after hearing this. He wanted Yang Cong to take his elite disciples to leave Zhongnan Mountain, but it was too late.

Yang Cong looked at Qiu Chuji and decisively said: "Master, the Mongols have now invaded the Song Dynasty and killed the people of my Song Dynasty. I have long committed such a sin. My Quanzhen Sect originated from the Quanzhen ancestor Wang Chongyang. When the Chongyang ancestor founded my sect to resist the Jin Dynasty and defend my Song Dynasty. Our Quanzhen Sect is to be a hero and righteous person, save the suffering and care for the poor! Master! Think about it yourself!" After saying that, Yang Cong walked out of the hall.

The next morning, the sun slowly emerged from the top of the mountain. After a while, the morning glow filled the woods, and a trace of mist appeared at the foot of the mountain.

At this time, the sound of horses running came from the foot of the mountain, scaring the birds and beasts in the forest and fleeing.

The horses at the foot of the mountain were the Mongolian army. After the integration last night, the Mongolian soldiers gathered together and rushed towards Zhongnan Mountain. Now they have reached the foot of Zhongnan Mountain. I saw the general who gathered the army yesterday in the Mongolian army, who was standing in the middle of the army.

Looking at the steep mountain of Zhongnan Mountain, he said in a deep voice: "This mountain is steep, and the people in the Quanzhen Sect are all from the martial arts world. We will suffer heavy losses when we rush to the mountain by recklessly. However, the mountain is lush and trees are lush. We can force the Quanzhen Sect to send them down the mountain by themselves." Then many archers were sent to prevent the Quanzhen Sect from rushing down the mountain.

In the Chongyang Palace of Quanzhen Sect, Qiu Chuji listened to the information reported by his disciples and knew that there were heavy troops at the foot of the mountain, and the Mongolian soldiers were preparing to burn Mount Zhongnan. The anxious expression on Qiu Chuji and the other seven Quanzhen sons became more and more obvious. Although they were determined to stop them, they looked at the archers all over the mountain, and there were some strong bows mixed in it. Even one of the seven Quanzhen sons was afraid.

"No, we can't wait any longer. The fire will burn up the mountain sooner or later." Wang Chuyi's face was gloomy, he grabbed the sword in his hand and said hurriedly.

If the fire is not very big now, you can still rush down, otherwise there will be only a dead end.

When Wang Chuyi raised his internal strength and was about to rush down, Yang Cong flashed from the hall to stop Wang Chuyi and said in a deep voice: "Uncle Master, don't worry, I'll deal with it, you can watch it." As soon as he finished speaking, Yang Cong used his light skills to fly directly from Zhongnan Mountain.

The archers at the foot of the mountain saw someone coming down from the mountain, and hurriedly set a bow to aim at the man and accumulated strength to shoot.

"Swish swish swish swish"
Chapter completed!