An Ye suddenly came back to his senses.

It turns out that this is what "protect them" means.

The master's powerful power and pressure were all unleashed. Under the Immortal Lord, the soul simply couldn't bear it.

An Yeyi knew that these two people around him were the master's darlings.

After regaining consciousness, he dared not delay, and quickly released his pressure and protective shield, covering Muyan and the others, as well as the Burning Sky people.

Before the battle with the demons, An Ye was secretly 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 he is fused with the World-Destroying Half-Soul, he has to be overpowered. Why?

However, during the battle under the abyss, An Ye Yi almost died at the hands of Demon Lord Slayer.

However, the Demon Lord Killing Heaven had almost no power to resist in front of his master.

This made An Yeyi finally realize how powerful Luo Yunxiao was.

And if Luo Yunxiao hadn't arrived in time, he would have died in the hands of the Demon Lord.

From now on, An Ye Yi is just like An Ye San and the others, only following the orders of their master.

As the twelve long swords rotated violently, the scene in the sword formation was no longer clearly visible.

But from time to time, Shan Hui's screams and Ci En's muffled groans could be heard.

It was obvious that they were at a disadvantage.

Muyan and Leng Yumo looked at each other, and it was only at this moment that they realized that the junior uncle had not used his full strength just now because he was afraid of hurting them.

Leng Yumo looked at Jingyuan who was half-kneeling on the ground, and slowly walked forward.

Jingyuan has been staring blankly in the direction of the sword formation, his eyes blank and lonely, and the blood moon on his forehead is looming.

Seeing Leng Yumo appear in front of him, he reached out his hand and gently touched her face.

Because there was blood on her hands, Leng Yumo's face was stained.

Jingyuan hurriedly tried to wipe her clean, but the more she wiped, the more she wiped.

Leng Yumo took his hand, put it against her cheek, and said hoarsely: "No need to wipe it, I feel good if it can be stained with your blood, little monk. Jingyuan, thank you for protecting me before."

"

Jingyuan blinked and tears fell from his eyes.

He said: "Yu Mo, if there is a next life, I don't want to be born in Dabei Temple, and I don't want to be a monk. I want to be with you, and I want to enter the Xiaoyao Sect."

Leng Yumo couldn't hold it back anymore, tears burst out of her eyes. She smiled and cried, "Aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you? Your Majesty, the Immortal, will be our son-in-law at Xiaoyao Sect."

Jingyuan also raised the corners of his lips and smiled, tears mixed with blood flowing into the corners of his mouth, "I don't care if others laugh or not, I just want to be with Yumo. It would be great if there is a next life..."

Leng Yumo's hand tightened suddenly, and her originally calm mood almost collapsed at this moment: "Little monk, don't go, okay? You promised me that you would return to secular life and marry me? I've been waiting for you.

ah!"

Jingyuan reached out and hugged her into his arms, tears rolling down her face.

But in the end he let go of his hand and showed a shy smile: "Goodbye, Yumo!"

Then he suddenly turned around and rushed into the sword formation resolutely.

"Little monk——!!"

Leng Yumo wanted to rush in, but the moment she stepped out, she paused again.

Muyan supported her and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say.

Let Junior Uncle give Jingyuan a way out?

This is of course a very simple thing.
Chapter completed!