Dark night suddenly came back to her senses.
It turns out that “protect them” means this.
The master’s powerful power and coercion are all released, and under the Immortal Venerable, the soul can’t bear it at all.
Dark Yeyi knew that the two around him were the master’s darlings.
After regaining consciousness, who dared to delay, he quickly released his coercion and protective shield, covering Muyan and the others, including Burning Heaven.
Before the war with the Demon Race, Dark Night Yiyi was dissatisfied with Luo Yunxiao, the Lord of Burning Heaven.
He felt that in terms of strength, qualifications, and age, he was no worse than Luo Yunxiao.
Just because of the fusion of the world-destroying half-soul, I have to crush him, why?
However, in the battle under the submerged abyss, Dark Night almost died at the hands of Mozun Jun Tianslayer.
And the Demon Lord Slaughtering the Sky is in front of his master, but he has almost no resistance.
This made An Yeyi finally realize how powerful Luo Yunxiao was.
And if Luo Yunxiao hadn’t arrived in time, he would have already died at the hands of Demon Venerable.
Since then, Dark Night One is just like Dark Night Three and the others, only the master’s life is obeyed.
As the twelve long swords spun violently, the scene in the sword formation could no longer be seen clearly.
But from time to time, Shanhui’s screams and Ci’en’s muffled groans can be heard.
Obviously they’re underdogs.
Mu Yan and Leng Yumo looked at each other, and it was only at this moment that they realized that the little uncle just now had not used all his strength because he was afraid of hurting them.
Leng Yumo looked at Jingyuan, who was half-kneeling on the ground, and walked forward slowly.
Jing Yuan has been staring blankly at the direction of the sword formation, his eyes are empty and lonely, and the blood moon on his forehead is looming.
Seeing Leng Yumo appearing in front of him, he stretched out his hand and gently stroked her face.
Because of blood on her hands, Leng Yumo’s face was stained.
Jing Yuan was in a hurry to help her clean up, but she wiped more and more.
Leng Yumo grabbed his hand, put it on his cheek, and said in a hoarse voice: “No need to wipe, I feel good that you can get your blood on the little monk. Jingyuan, thank you before. Protect me.”
Jingyuan blinked, tears falling from his eyes.
He said: “Yu Mo, if I have a next life, I don’t want to be born in Dabei Temple, or become a monk. I want to be with you, and I want to join Xiaoyaomen.”
Leng Yumo couldn’t hold it anymore, tears welled up in her eyes, she laughed and cried, “Aren’t you afraid that others will laugh at you? Dignified Immortal Venerable, be our Xiaoyaomen’s son-in-law.”
Jing Yuan also raised his lips and smiled, tears mixed with blood flowing into the corners of his mouth, “I don’t care if others laugh, I just want to be with Yu Mo. It would be nice if there was a next life… “
Leng Yumo squeezed his hand abruptly, her originally calm emotions almost collapsed at this moment: “Little monk, don’t go, okay, you promised me that you would come back to marry me? I’m waiting for you!”
Jing Yuan reached out and hugged her into his arms, tears rolling down her cheeks.
But in the end he let go of his hand and showed a shy and shy smile: “Yu Mo, goodbye!”
Then he turned around abruptly and resolutely charged into the sword formation.
Leng Yumo wanted to rush in, but the moment she stepped out, she stopped.
Mu Yan held her up and opened her mouth, but she didn’t know what to say.
Let the little uncle let go of his life?
This is of course a very simple matter.
But then what?