Countless cracks appeared on the sword body.

It seems like a slight touch will break.

Tears suddenly surged out of Xiaobao's eyes.

He trembled his little hand, holding the dull evil-proof sword in his hand, and opened his mouth, but he couldn't even make a sound.

Repel evil! Will the warding evil disappear forever?

No! He doesn't want it!

The sixth-level ghoul stuck out his tongue and licked his lips, and every opened eyes were filled with excitement and greed.

Finally, there was no obstacle in front of it.

It can enjoy its own food.

The scarlet tongue suddenly rushed out and reached towards Xiaobao.

Xiaobao stood stubbornly in tears with tears in his eyes, never retreating.

"Little master, run away quickly!" Mr. Chang shouted at the top of his lungs below.

But Xiaobao just refused to retreat.

He thought, if he didn't run away just now, if he didn't let others protect him.

If it is to ward off evil spirits, it will not disappear?

Will Yingmei and Mr. Chang be hurt?

He never wanted to see anyone sacrificed for himself again.

Swish—!

The sword light roared down.

When he was about to touch Xiaobao's tongue, he was cut into two pieces by the sword light.

His tall and tall figure teleported to Xiaobao at some point, protecting his small figure firmly behind him.

Just like every time, every time, block all the wind and rain for him.

"Dad..."

But this time, he hoped that his father would not come to save him again.

My father was already so seriously injured, and his clothes were stained with blood.

Why, why did you rush over to save him at all costs?

It is obvious that he is not his father's biological son at all.

"Aoaoao--!!"

The ghoul let out a roar.

The dense eyes were covered in blood, and he stared at the man in front of him.

The second time!

This is the second time this human has hurt it!

Damn it!

It will never allow this human being to live for another moment!

On the blood-red head, one eye closed, two eyes closed, three, four, five, six...

Every time one is closed, the aura of the sixth-level ghoul becomes weaker.

However, around Xiaobao and Di Mingjue, one-eyed ghoul after another began to appear.

Eight fishy tongues shot out like arrows.

Di Mingjue waved the sword in his hand and cut four pieces.

But two red tongues flew towards Xiaobao.

Di Mingjue flashed and hugged Xiaobao into his arms.

In an instant, two red tongues with hot temperatures penetrated out of his chest.

"Dad--!!!"

Xiaobao could no longer help but let out a shrill cry, "No, Dad, don't die!! Xiaobao doesn't want you to die!!"

The divine power has been exhausted, and I don’t know how much blood flows out of the wound.

Di Mingjue could feel his body getting colder and colder.

All vitality is lost little by little from the body.

He hugged Xiaobao tightly and smiled bitterly.

He thought he would die, and die on the battlefield.

But I never thought that before he died, he would not even see Mu Yan for the last time.

Dong--!

Dong--!

Dong--!

A strong and deep bell suddenly came from the sky.

Each hit is very slow, slow, eternal, but it hits into the depths of people's souls one after another.

Jingyuan, who was killing the ghouls, suddenly raised his head and looked at the sky in the north. The expression on his face that had always been peaceful and kind was even more horrifying than seeing the sixth-level ghoul.

Yu Yanran, who was already self-pitying, trembled all over and looked up in disbelief.
Chapter completed!