The night came back suddenly. That's what "protect them" means. The master's powerful power and prestige were all released. Under the immortal, the spirit could not bear it at all. The dark night knows that these two are the sweethearts of the master. Back to God, where dare to delay, quickly released their own prestige and protective cover, will Moyan a few people, together with the burning people all over. Before the war with the demons, the dark night was not satisfied with Luo Yunxiao, the Lord of burning heaven. He felt that he was no worse than Luo Yunxiao in terms of strength, seniority and age. Just because of the integration of the half soul of the world, we have to suppress him. Why? However, in the battle under the abyss, one night almost died in the hands of the demon lord killing heaven. However, in front of his master, the demon lord killed heaven, but he had little resistance. This makes night one finally realize how powerful Luo Yunxiao is. And if Luo Yunxiao had not arrived in time, he would have died in the hands of the devil. After this, night one is just like night three, only the master's order is from them. As the twelve swords whirled violently, the scene in the sword array was not clear. But from time to time, we can hear the scream of Shanhui and the murmur of kindness. It's clear that they are falling behind. Muyan and Leng Yumo look at each other, and it's only at this moment that they realize that little martial uncle just didn't use all his strength for fear of hurting them. Leng Yumo looks at Jingyuan who is half kneeling on the ground and walks forward slowly. Jingyuan has been staring at the direction of the sword array, his eyes are empty and lonely, and the blood moon on his forehead is looming. Seeing Leng Yumo appear in front of him, he reaches out his hand and caresses her face gently. Because of the blood on his hands, Leng Yumo's face was stained. Jingyuan is in a hurry to help her clean up, but the more she cleans up. Leng Yumo took his hand and put it on his cheek. He said in a dumb voice, "don't wipe it. I think it's very good to be stained with your blood. Jingyuan, thank you for protecting me. " Jingyuan blinked and tears fell from his eyes. He said: "Yumo, if I have a next life, I don't want to be born in Dabei temple, I don't want to be a monk. I want to be with you. I want to be in the carefree gate Leng Yumo couldn't help but burst into tears. She laughed and cried, "aren't you afraid that others will laugh at you? As the son-in-law of xiaoyaomen, we should be a great immortal. " Jingyuan also raised his lips and laughed, tears mixed with blood flowing into his mouth, "I don't care if others laugh or not, I just want to be with Yumo. If only there was a next life... "Leng Yumo pressed his hand and suddenly tightened it. At this moment, his calm mood almost collapsed:" little monk, don't go, OK? You promised me that you would come back to marry me? I've been waiting for you Jingyuan reaches out his hand and holds her in his arms, tears rolling down. But in the end, he let go, showing a shy and shy smile: "feather foam, goodbye!" Then he suddenly turned around and resolutely rushed into the sword array“ Little monk --! " Leng Yumo wants to rush in and step out, but he stops again. Mu Yan held her and opened her mouth, but she didn't know what to say. Let the little martial uncle let go a long way? This is, of course, a very simple thing. But after that?