An Ye suddenly came back to his senses.
It turns out that "protect them" means this.
The master's powerful strength and coercion were all unleashed, and under the immortal venerable, the soul could not bear it at all.
An Ye knew that the two beside him were the master's darlings.
After regaining consciousness, how could he dare to delay, and quickly released his coercion and protective shield, covering Muyan and the others, including Fen Tian's people.
Before the battle with the demons, An Ye was selfishly 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 has merged with the half soul of Mieshi, why should he be overwhelmed
However, in the battle under the abyss, An Yeyi almost died in the hands of Mozun Jun Shitian.
But the Demon Sovereign Jun Shitian 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 already died in the hands of Mozun.
From then on, An Ye One was just like An Ye Three and the others, obeying only the master's orders.
With the violent rotation of the twelve long swords, 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 could be heard.
It was clear 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 little master uncle hadn't used all his strength because he was afraid of hurting them.
Leng Yumo looked at Jing Yuan, who was half kneeling on the ground, and slowly walked forward.
Jing Yuan has been staring in 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 the blood on her hands, Leng Yumo's face was stained.
Jing Yuan frantically tried to wipe her clean, but she wiped more and more.
Leng Yumo grabbed his hand, pressed it against her cheek, and said in a hoarse voice, "You don't need to wipe it off, I think it's good to be stained with your blood, little monk. Jing Yuan, thank you for protecting me earlier. "
Jing Yuan blinked, and tears rolled down from his eyes.
He said: "Yumo, if there is a next life, I don't want to be born in the Great Compassion Temple, I don't want to be a monk. I want to be with you, and I want to join Xiaoyaomen."
Leng Yumo couldn't hold it back any longer, tears welled up in her eyes, she cried with a smile, "Aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you? The majestic immortal, be our Xiaoyaomen's son-in-law."
Jing Yuan also raised the corners of his lips and smiled, tears mixed with blood flowed into the corners of his mouth, "I don't care whether others laugh or not, I just want to be with Yu Mo. It would be great if there was a next life..."
Leng Yumo tightened his grip on his hand suddenly, and her calm emotions almost collapsed at this moment: "Little monk, don't go, okay, you promised me that you would return to the vulgar and marry me? I have been waiting for you ah!"
Jing Yuan stretched out his hand and hugged her into his arms, tears rolling down his face.
But in the end he let go of his hand, showing a shy and shy smile: "Yu Mo, goodbye!"
Then he turned around abruptly, and resolutely rushed into the sword array.
"Little monk!!"
Leng Yumo wanted to rush in, but the moment she stepped out, she stopped again.
Muyan supported her, opened her mouth, but didn't know what to say.
Let the little uncle let the net far away
This is of course a very simple matter.
But after that