Everyone was shocked by his move, everyone in the world is greedy for life and afraid of death, and the scholars of Zhirutang are exceptions, they are not afraid of death, they are only afraid that they will not die as they deserve.

All the Confucian scholars had the same red eyes as Zhou Xianru, and many people in the Wumen began to secretly wipe their tears, and the worshippers of Nanchu intuitively felt a feeling of grief and indignation fill their bodies.

Zhou Xianru was the first to rush over and launch an attack on the injured Dementor Demon Emperor, although his cultivation was not high, dealing with an existence like the Dementor Demon Emperor was completely looking for death, but he had no hesitation.

He knew that behind him, there was also a group of brothers who were willing to die, and with these brothers, he was not afraid of anything.

Although the Soul Dementor Demon Emperor was injured, the emaciated camel was bigger than a horse, and in his heyday, he could blast an existence like Zhou Xianru into slag with a wave of his hand, even if he was injured, it didn't take too much effort.

But he didn't expect Zhou Xianru to get close but didn't make a move, but inhaled violently like Dong Shuzhong.

Since the Haoran righteous qi exuded by Dong Shuzhong had not yet dispersed, he did not need to transform it to absorb it, and he could use it directly.

In just a moment, Zhou Xianru's body swelled up like a dead antelope absorbing water. The disciples of Zhirutang who came later followed suit.

Most of these people's cultivation is below the one-yuan thunder tribulation, and their cultivation is not high, which means that they can't kill with one blow when dealing with demons. Rather than letting the Pao Ze brothers pay the price of blood for dealing with the demons, it is better to blow themselves up and fight for their brothers a chance to live.

"Bang bang!" A deafening sound sounded, and one by one young lives dissipated between heaven and earth.

Wu Xianyun's eyes were rare red: "Kill! Avenge the brothers of Zhiru Hall!"

At this moment, all grievances and hatreds are empty words, and the only thing that can be done now is to fight bravely and give the best sacrifice to their own dead kind.

The red-eyed Wumen disciples used all kinds of witchcraft indiscriminately, and many demons were injured because of the self-explosion of the disciples of Zhirutang, and even the Soul Demon Emperor was seriously injured. This Wumen disciple and Nanchu offered a good opportunity, and one by one the young people flew into the air to fight bravely.

The hand is broken, it's okay, as long as there is a trace of strength, as long as they can still fight, they will not retreat.

After rescuing Li Bai, who was seriously injured and dying, from the dust, several people from the palace worship sent Li Bai back. Li Bai is the spiritual pillar of Nanchu, it is enough to pour one of the two spiritual pillars, and one more, I am afraid that Nanchu will exist in name only, and he will never be able to recover his former majesty.

Zhou Xianru died, and Princess Xuelan, who studied with Wu Xianyun, did not know that as the emperor was orthodox, she stayed by her father, Emperor Milong's side.

After Zhou Xianru blew herself up, Princess Xuelan suddenly felt a palpitation, her heart hung up, and she couldn't help but ask Mi Long, who was already a lot older beside her: "Father, they will be fine!"

Milong was also uneasy, but he still comforted his daughter and said, "Don't worry, this kid has a big life, and he will be fine." ”

In fact, he knew in his heart that under such a fierce attack by the demon clan, he was afraid that Nan Chu would not leave a few people in the end. The demon race is a flood beast, and for human beings, the demon race is the root of all evil.

Princess Xuelan was still not at ease, and a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy came out of it, held Princess Xuelan's hand and said, "Mother, don't worry, Father will be fine." ”

Princess Xuelan's plain hand rubbed the child's immature face: "I hope so! Long'er, you promise to be your mother, if Nanchu falls, you must leave Nanchu." Go to the Jiuli Mountains first, find a person named Wu Shi, if you don't find Wu Shi, you will stay incognito and wait until the Lord of the Heaven-Breaking Alliance comes back. ”

"Mother, do you mean uncle? Why did my Nanchu suffer such a major blow, but the uncle still refused to help?" the young man said with some displeasure.

Princess Xuelan said: "It's not that your uncle is unwilling to help, it's just that he doesn't know whether he is alive or dead." As long as your uncle comes back, he will definitely avenge us, remember, only by living can you have a chance to avenge us. ”

His mother's tone made the young man Zhou Long feel that something was wrong, and he hugged Princess Xuelan hard: "Mother, you will be fine, the demons will be repulsed." ”

At this moment, several figures passed through the dense jungle, and after a while, two middle-aged people with blood foam appeared in front of Mi Long, one of them held the person in his hand and gently put it on the ground, and the other knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty, the demon clan attacked fiercely, Lord Li Bai was seriously injured, and Lord Dong Shuzhong has been martyred." ”

This man spoke with a crying tone, Milong leaned back against the rattan chair, and his hand drooped down: "Dead? hehe, dead!"

Seeing her father's gaffe, Princess Xuelan hurriedly said, "Take out the secret medicine in the palace immediately, and be sure to save Lord Li." ”

Two tears flowed from Milong's cloudy eyes, and the tears spread around his face, and he fell to the ground and knelt beside Li Bai on both knees: "I hurt you." ”

The two palace worshippers didn't know what to do, Princess Xuelan said: "Don't worry, you two don't worry, immediately carry the adults in for treatment, it's hard for the two of you." ”

Holding Li Bai's offering, he smiled bitterly: "You don't have to be polite, princess, we are born as people of Nanchu, and we are also ghosts of Nanchu when we die, and we will fight for Nanchu until the last moment." ”

It wasn't until Li Bai was put on the bed, fed a lot of elixirs, and the witch doctor healed his injuries to stabilize his breath a little, that Mi Long returned to normal and sat silently beside Li Bai's bed.

Princess Xuelan called the two worshippers out and asked carefully, "How is Xianru?"

The two worshippers looked at each other with embarrassed expressions.

Seeing the other party's expression, Princess Xuelan immediately realized something, and the mournful voice came out of her throat, and she was immediately covered by her.

Her eyes were full of tears, her throat felt like something was choking, her nails were sinking deep into her palms, and she didn't feel any pain as blood fell to the ground.

"Mother!" the young man held Princess Xuelan's hand tightly, and he also had tears in his eyes.

Princess Xuelan swallowed the pain she was about to vent, and said to the young man: "Don't cry! Your father said that you must be a man like your uncle, and you must not cry!"

The boy obediently stopped his tears, but his shoulders shook, obviously still very sad.

Princess Xuelan calmed down a little, and said to the two worshippers: "You don't need to hide it, just say it!"

The two said at the same time: "The subordinates are guilty of failing to protect the horse master, and the horse master launched a self-explosion in anger after the death of Lord Dong Shuzhong, and the bones are gone." ”

Princess Xuelan couldn't hold back the grief in her heart anymore, and slumped to the ground, her eyes staring ahead, as if Zhou Xianru was right in front of her.

The two worshippers arched their hands and said: "Please also ask the princess to cheer up, the demon attack is too fierce, I don't know when it will come in, and please ask the princess to organize the people to retreat." The subordinates also had to go to the front line to kill the enemy and take their leave. ”

The two worshippers left without hesitation, and Princess Xuelan was still paralyzed on the ground without moving.

After the young man let out a terrifying and immature wail, he wiped his face with his luxurious sleeves, walked into the room where Li Bai was placed, and saw that his rent was also at a loss, he stood up, clenched his fists, summoned the generals and the worshippers who stayed to protect the royal family, and drove the people away.

None of the people were willing to leave, and in the face of the soldiers' Jin Ge Iron Horse, some people knelt on the ground and wailed: "The grass people are willing to live and die with Nanchu, and I beg Your Majesty not to feel that the grass people will leave their homeland." ”

There are also people who cling to the trees on the side and refuse to let go, even if their hands are scarred by thorns, they are not willing to let go of their hands.

For them, Nanchu is not only their homeland, but also a harbor that can shelter from the wind and rain. They are reluctant to leave, this is the stubbornness of the Southern Chu people.

The young Zhou Long stood on the branch of a big tree and said loudly: "Only when we are here can we take revenge, and when we are here, we have a chance to return to our homeland." Leaving is the best option right now. You look like this, how can you be worthy of the great Confucian who is fighting on the front line, how can you be worthy of the life-and-death struggle between the Wumen and the palace worshippers!"

The people still kept persuading, and they felt that His Majesty the Emperor was abandoning them.

A few people began to loosen up, because they also knew that if those high-ranking immortals could not resist the attack of the demons, they would stay only to provide rations for the demons.

Zhou Long suddenly knelt down on the branch: "I beg you, Zhou Xianru, the prime minister of Southern Chu, and Dong Shuzhong, the master of the Zhiru Hall, have all died in battle, and they have lost their lives in order for you to survive, I beg you to leave in the name of the Southern Chu royal family." Keep the incense of Nanchu, and one day, take the Paoze brothers and return to their homeland. ”

Speaking of which, the boy was already crying.

Maybe they were moved by what he said, or maybe they wanted to preserve their strength, and most of the people began to obediently enter the teleportation array.

The monks who were in charge of receiving them were all monks from the Han Kingdom, and at this critical moment of life and death, those monks should not embarrass the people of Nanchu.

Groups of people left, and the young man's heart slowly relaxed.

He came down from the tree and watched the soldiers also leave in batches, showing a rare smile.

I don't know when it started, Princess Xuelan and Emperor Milong had already arrived behind him, Milong bowed slightly, and there was already a will to die in his eyes, Nanchu had such a successor, he was already very satisfied.

Half a month passed, and the people left, the soldiers left, and the last of the faithful monks remained with them.

Mi Long said: "Child, let's go! You also leave, remember, if Wu Qiutian comes back, tell him to avenge your father and avenge the hundreds of thousands of Qingliu Confucian students in the Southern Chu Zhiru Hall!"

Zhou Long said stubbornly: "I won't leave!"

Princess Xuelan slapped him: "Go! Leave incense for the Zhou family, and take revenge when you have the ability!"

But Zhou Long was still reluctant to leave, Mi Long glanced at the monk beside him, and the monk slashed Zhou Long with a knife in one hand, carried it on his shoulder and entered the teleportation array.