Long Ao Tianrong has been a horse all his life, but now he was almost killed by the blood clan in this Spirit Source Creation Forest, lying in the camp tent, his eyes closed, his face was pale, and his forehead was also covered with beads of sweat. A large patch of blood on the gauze on his chest told everyone that he was now seriously injured.

The pharmacist on the side mixed the medicinal materials together, urging the domain force to refine the medicinal materials, and a pool of turquoise medicinal liquid floated in the air. At this time, the pharmacist's face was also pale, and it was the first time that he had been a pharmacist for so many years of refining medicinal materials.

The two soldiers on the side saw the formation of the turquoise medicine, and hurriedly walked to Long Aotian's side, one soldier supported Long Aotian's upper body, and the other soldier cut the gauze.

A blood hole the size of a bowl on the left chest is very eye-catching, and there are three paw prints nearly 30 centimeters long on the side.

"Ahem, ahem!" Long Aotian coughed violently, and suddenly the blood flowing from the wound increased a few points.

"Pharmacist, hurry up!! the two soldiers said hurriedly when they saw their general bleeding like this.

The pharmacist was startled, and hurriedly urged the domain force to send the half-empty medicinal liquid over.

The liquid medicine slowly soaked into the wound, Long Aotian frowned violently, with an ugly expression on his face, and beads of sweat the size of beans dripped down his cheeks frantically. He is over half a hundred years old, and now he is so seriously injured, all he can survive until now is by relying on the endurance of fighting when he was young.

The turquoise liquid adhered to the wound, and the blood stopped flowing at this time, Long Aotian's expression suddenly relaxed, and he exhaled a long breath. Seeing this, the two soldiers immediately pulled out the clean gauze and lightly wrapped the gauze around the general's body.

After doing this, Long Aotian's original frowning brows were loosened, and he lay on the bed, his faint breathing was much smoother. Slowly opened his eyes and said weakly to the pharmacist on the side:

"Lao Qi, thanks to you all these years..."

When the pharmacist heard this, his eyes turned red when he looked at Long Aotian, who was dying, everyone here knew that the current Dragon General would probably never be able to get out of this Spirit Source Creation Forest.

This is the fifth time that the dressing has been changed in the past few days, and with such a serious injury, not only the wound can't be stopped, but also the blood toxin on the bone claw when the blood clan attacked. By the time he attacked Long Aotian, the toxin had already begun to roam his body. I only changed the medicine twice in the first two days, but today I changed it three times at once, and I am afraid that the toxin has spread all over the body.

"General, I have followed you to fight for more than 20 years, and I remember your kindness to my younger brother. Don't worry, even if I fight for my brother's life, I will drag my brother out of the ghost gate... You two go to the camp and get the medicinal herbs..."

"Forget it, Lao Qi, I know my time is running out, so don't waste it... Ahem..."

Before the pharmacist could finish his order, Long Aotian interrupted him, his own body, only he knew best. A few days ago, the blood clan sneak attacked, and was hit so hard, if you were an ordinary person, I am afraid that you would have died a long time ago.

"Brother, don't talk, get some rest," the pharmacist said quickly.

"Alas... I can't imagine that I will be planted in the hands of the blood clan all my life..."Long Aotian muttered to himself, and at some point, the corners of his eyes began to moisten a little. At the beginning, the Seven Kingdoms were undecided, and he fought all the year round, and he created such a famous military exploit for the Huang Empire, but now he was made into such an embarrassing situation by the blood clan, he hated it.

Long Aotian had red eyes and whispered to the two soldiers on the side: "Pass the order, let the remaining soldiers hold on, the imperial coalition army will come soon, and they must hold on... Ahem..."

Before he finished speaking, Long Aotian coughed up blood violently, leaned forward violently, spit out a large pool of black blood on the ground, and then exhaled a long breath and leaned back.

"Lao Qi, my brother won't trouble you in the future..."Long Aotian slept on the bed, turned his head and looked at the pharmacist beside the bed with red eyes. Long Aotian's right hand was slowly raised, and when the pharmacist saw this, he immediately held Long Aotian's right hand tightly with his hand, his eyes red.

"Hao'er, they now have Sect Master Shi, and I'm also relieved... Lao Qi, please tell Sect Master Shi that he is sorry to take care of their brothers and sisters..."Long Aotian said weakly, he had already closed his eyes at this time.

"Brother, you have a good rest, don't think about these things..."

"General Wan is not seriously injured, go help him..."Before the pharmacist finished speaking, Long Aotian seemed to hold back his last breath and said this sentence first, and finally swallowed his breath.

The medicine man only felt that the hand he was holding had no strength and softened, and suddenly, the medicine man's tears finally couldn't stop pouring out. Holding Long Aotian's right hand tightly, he refused to put it down.

"General!!

Several soldiers in the tent knelt on one knee, tears streaming down their eyes, and they bowed their heads and refused to believe that their general had died like this.

There was a "general" in the tent, and the surviving soldiers outside the tent trembled suddenly, as if they knew the bad news, they all stood up, knelt on one knee, clasped their hands into fists, and shouted violently at Long Aotian's tent:

"General!!

This is the last time they call him general, all the soldiers here are trained by Long Aotian, and their feelings for Long Aotian are no different from their feelings for their biological father.

A generation of god generals was killed by the blood clan like this, and at the beginning, the seven great empires fought endlessly all the year round, and almost all the cultivators of the Huang Empire were spiritual qi cultivators, which was far from the other six empires.

But relying on Long Aotian and the two generals of Wanzhan on the border, they were invincible in the war between the empires, until the seven empires stopped the war and divided the imperial forces, with the two of them, the power of the Huang Empire ranked third, and the wealth after the battle was no less than that of the other two empires.

At this time, Shi Xiao rushed over with Long Hao and Yuan Xi, and saw that these soldiers were all kneeling on the ground, with tears on their faces, and they had desperate expressions.

Shi Xiao and the three of them didn't say a word, passed through the soldiers, and walked towards the camp. Some soldiers on the side sighed when they saw Shi Xiao and the others, especially when they saw Long Hao, they looked pity.

Long Hao is not stupid, but at this time, he can only be calm, he can't reveal his inner expression, otherwise these soldiers will be even worse and lose their combat effectiveness.

Stepping into the tent and looking at his father on the bed, with a peaceful face, Long Hao finally couldn't help it, fell to his knees with a thud, and knelt to the bed, tears flowed down his eyes. But Long Hao didn't cry bitterly, he was afraid that his cry would spread outside, making those soldiers even more sad.

The pharmacist on the side looked at Long Hao with red eyes, and old tears flowed out again.

Shi Xiao let out a long sigh, Shi Xiao had also experienced it, Xiaolin's grandfather was his relative, and he experienced this kind of grief when the old man died.

After half an hour, Long Hao finally calmed down and stared blankly at the cold corpse on the bed. Thinking of the Blood Clan, he wanted to kill all the Blood Clan and avenge his father.

At some point, the corners of his mouth were bitten by himself, and blood mixed with tears flowed down his mouth. His hands tightly grasped the corners of his clothes, as if the clothes in his hands were the blood clan, and he wanted to pinch the blood clan to death in his hands.

The nails pierced through the palms, and the pain pulled Long Hao back. He slowly stood up, looked at the pharmacist on the side, and said in a low voice:

"Uncle Qi, my father's body is bothering you... Let's bury my mother with me when it's over..."

Shi Xiao was shocked, he had never heard of his mother from Long Hao's mouth, and now he knew that his mother had also passed away, and suddenly Shi Xiao looked at Long Hao with a little more pity.

The pharmacist nodded and did not speak. Long Hao then turned to Shi Xiao and said:

"Let's go... Those cultivators are still waiting for us!"

Shi Xiao and Yuan Xi nodded, and then came to General Wan Zhan's tent together, he was unconscious at this time, and the three of them didn't bother, and left here directly.

All the way to the mountain, the three of them walked quietly without saying a word.

The army was stationed in the southeast of the central camp, not far away, and after walking for a while, the three of them arrived at the camp. Shi Xiao explained some things, and the three of them continued to walk towards the Indian land where the source sect was located.

After walking for a pillar of incense, the three of them approached Genzong's camp. The sun is also rising very high at this time, the temperature is also rising very quickly, and most of the people in this area are already corpses, and at this time, a foul smell is also coming.

"Brother Yuan, Brother Xiao, don't let Wenwen and Yiyi know the news, and tell them when the matter is over..."Long Hao said in a low voice.

The two of them naturally understood, and they also nodded.