An Yeyi suddenly came to his senses.

It turns out that "protect them" means this.

The master's powerful power and pressure were all expelled, and the soul could not bear it at all under the Immortal Lord.

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

After coming to his senses, he dared not delay. He quickly released his own pressure and protective cover, covering Mu Yan and the others, as well as the Burning Heaven.

Before the battle with the demons, An Ye Yipin 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 he merged with half of the soul of the world, he had to suppress him. Why?

However, after a battle under Qianyuan, An Yeyi almost died at the hands of the Demon Lord Shi Tian.

However, the Demon Lord Shi Tian 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 at the hands of the Demon Lord.

After this, An Yeyi was like An Ye3 and the others, and only the master's order was followed.

As the twelve long swords rotate violently, the scene in the sword formation can no longer be seen clearly.

But from time to time, you can hear Shanhui's screams and Ci'en's muffled groans.

It is obvious that they are at a disadvantage.

Mu Yan and Leng Yumo looked at each other, and it was not until this moment that they realized that the uncle had not used all his strength just now because he was afraid of hurting them.

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

Jingyuan kept staring at the direction of the sword formation, his eyes were blank and lonely, and the blood moon on his forehead appeared and disappeared.

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

Because of blood on his hands, Leng Yumo's face was stained.

Jingyuan was in a hurry to help her clean it, but she wiped it more and more.

Leng Yumo held his hand and pressed it on his cheek, and said hoarsely: "No need to wipe it, it can be stained with your blood from the little monk. I think it's great. Jingyuan, thank you for protecting me before."

Jingyuan blinked, tears slid 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 marry into Xiaoyao Sect."

Leng Yumo could no longer hold it back, tears burst out from her eyes. She smiled and cried, "Aren't you afraid that others would laugh at you? The dignified Immortal Lord, be our son-in-law at Xiaoyao Sect."

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

Leng Yumo pressed his hand and tightened his heart abruptly, and his originally calm mood almost collapsed at this moment: "Little monk, don't go, okay? Have you promised me that I will return to the secular world and marry me? I've been waiting for you!"

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

But in the end he let go of his hand and showed a shy and shy smile: "Yu Mo, goodbye!"

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 stopped again.

Mu Yan held her, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.

Let the uncle let the distance go?

This is of course a very simple thing.

But what after [    ]?
Chapter completed!