Jingyuan's hand held the golden bowl in his hand tightly, and his fingertips trembled uncontrollably.

"Because, our master Luo Yunxiao is the best among the many killing bodies chosen by Dabei Temple, and the most likely to completely wipe out half of the world-destroying soul."

"In order to ensure the smooth progress of the World Calamity, our Master Wuche condescends and becomes the master of His Highness the Netherworld. While watching him suffer all the suppression and bullying in the Netherworld, he gives the only care and warmth in the world."

"Then, when the Hongchen Calamity was about to end, when the master was betrayed and tortured by his biological parents again and again, but he still believed in his only mentor, he gave him the heaviest blow."

"Lu Xingyuan killed the person who was most important to him in front of his master. As a result, he failed to peel off the half-soul of the Destroyer, but instead allowed the master to completely merge with the half-soul of the Destroyer."

"So, he was killed by his master! Your Dafeng Temple has also become an ant that the master can kill at will!"

"Hahaha... Little monk, do you think that the cause of today's situation will allow us to completely grow and have the ability to destroy the world?!!"

The dark night three approached step by step, with red and blood-colored eyes staring at Jingyuan.

Jingyuan, who was still in a state of oppression, looked pale at this moment, and the belief in his heart was collapsing inch by inch.

"Do you think the experience of Dark Night Twelve is terrible? Does the experience of Master Luo Yunxiao is terrible?"

"But in fact, every leader of our burning heaven is a perpetrator of the world's catastrophe. We should have a happy and perfect life. It is you bald donkeys who speak of benevolence, righteousness and morality. Under the banner of being the people of the world, they have deprived us of everything we should have, leaving only darkness and hatred in our lives..."

"Haha, the lives of the people in the world are fate, but ours is not fate right? Do the peace of the people in the world have to cost our lives? Why?!"

"If you live like that, you will use your own pain and torture, the death of the person you love the most, to exchange for peace for the people of the world, are you willing?!!"

Leng Yumo's figure flashed through Jingyuan's mind.

Will he be willing to let him use Yumo's life to exchange for peace for the people of the world?

No!

Absolutely impossible!!

The blood-colored crescent moon on the forehead suddenly shone, as if it was soaked with a scattered murderous intent.

But he held the hands of An Yeba and An Yeba Twelve, but he unconsciously relaxed.

The three Dark Night shouted: "It's now, let's run!"

He grabbed his two companions and jumped down to the Qianyuan regardless of everything.

The spreading golden and red cassock shaking like waves, as if trying to stop them.

But because of the lack of master's command and divine power, the three people were unable to stop them.

The figures of Fen Tian and the other two disappeared under the Qian Abyss.

The golden robes slowly shrank and returned to Jingyuan.

But Jingyuan stood there, looking dazed and confused, like a lost child.

His gaze fell under the abyss.

It was covered with thick fog, and the scene below could not be seen clearly.

Is Yumo still there?

Or he had already left with her brothers.

Jingyuan never had a moment like now, longing to see Leng Yumo, longing to embrace her in her arms and draw warmth and strength from her.

But in the end, Jingyuan did not jump down the diving abyss again, but closed his eyes and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!