Gu Han turned away, shook his head and said, "This battle is not just for you, but also for myself..."

"Fellow Taoist, what you said is wrong!"

A bell-like voice sounded, and the person who spoke was a middle-aged shirtless man.

Lei Jun.

In the early stage of Wuliang Realm, he is also the commander of Xuanjia Camp and Xuanzhan Camp.

"If there are no fellow Taoists!"

"Our Xuanjie is destined to be completely destroyed. I'm afraid we won't even have a chance for this final battle!"

"good!"

An old man with gray beard smiled casually and said, "A hundred days is a lot! After all, according to what fellow Taoists said before, it will take a lot of faith for the Lord Jiumo to advance again. During this period, those gods will

The servants won’t bother us anymore, and we can take a breather!”

Zhu Lie.

The leader of the Xuance Camp, with a limitless cultivation level, his duty is to be responsible for the training of new troops in the Xuan Realm. The original idea of ​​Xuancheng also came from him.

"We are not afraid of death."

Mo Huaiyuan sighed softly and said lonelyly, "It's just a pity for those children. They are the last hope and fire in the Xuan Realm... Alas!"

For more than two hundred years.

Xuanjie was defeated again and again, and retreated again and again. It can be said that all the people were in the army, almost to the point of death... But no matter how difficult or painful the fight was, they always adhered to one rule.

Persons under the age of thirteen.

Don't go into battle, don't kill the enemy, don't enter the frontline battlefield!

Because of this.

There are still a group of children like Li Xin left in Xuancheng, about ten thousand of them.

It is the last fire.
Chapter completed!