Xiaobai kept circling around the divine peak. When the purple figure appeared not far away, Lin Leer's eyes widened in disbelief, "Chen..."
She was about to run over without thinking. The great elder looked to both sides, and a dozen maids in white immediately flew forward, blocking her in front of her and guarding the hall.
Yu Jinchen walked over step by step, the cold wind ruffling his hair. Behind him were Basang and the palace masters of the Twelve Palaces, all of whom glared at the people of the God Clan with stern faces.
"Chen!" Lin Leer let go of Ming Shaofeng's hand and walked a few steps before being stopped by several elders, "Holy girl, please complete the ceremony first."
"Get out of the way!" The person who spoke was not Lin Leer, but Ming Shaofeng.
Lin Leer was startled for a moment, then looked back at him. He walked forward calmly, "I order you to get out of the way!"
"Patriarch! It's important to get married, and we can't let anything happen!" The voices of the elders were a little urgent, but at the other end, the maids in white and the master of the twelve palaces were already fighting together, and the sound of swords could be heard from time to time.
When Yu Jinchen saw Lin Leer standing next to Ming Shaofeng in a wedding dress from a distance, his eyes suddenly rose with a thousand waves of fear, and a murderous aura filled his pupils.
More guards from the God Clan rushed out, but he ignored them completely and waved his arms. These people seemed to have hit a strong air current and were instantly bounced back.
Upon seeing this, the eight elders stepped out to welcome him without hesitation.
Yu Jinchen stopped, looked at them, and smiled contemptuously. The eight people surrounded him, raising their energy at the same time, and then seemed to turn into eight sword energy, slashing across him.
Lin Leer became anxious and grabbed Ming Shaofeng's arm, "Shaofeng, are the eight elders very powerful? Can't he beat them?"
Ming Shaofeng looked at his face with concentration, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The eight elders practice the secret martial arts of the gods. If we really want to fight hard, I am afraid that even I won't be able to defeat him."
"Then what should we do?" Lin Leer frowned and looked at Yu Jinchen, who had already fought with them. "If this continues, it will only hurt both the God Clan and the people of the Twelve Palaces."
Ming Shaofeng pursed his thin lips and said, "Yue'er, stay here and don't go out!" As soon as he finished speaking, the person rushed out.
He rushed into the battle circle between the Lord of the Twelve Palaces and the maid in white, and instantly used his strength to push back the people on both sides, "Everyone stop it! No one can make trouble in my Tianshan Mountain!"
People on both sides fell down in the snow, and no one moved rashly when they got up. Then Ming Shaofeng quickly came to the other side. When the eight elders saw that he was the clan leader, they all retreated for fear of hurting him.
Seeing everyone stop for a moment, Lin Leer picked up her skirt and ran away, "Chen!"
Without even looking at them, Yu Jinchen flew up to Lin Leer, glanced at her, said nothing, grabbed her hand and left.
"Wait a moment!"
The great elder looked solemn and said firmly, "You can't take the saint away! If she doesn't marry the clan leader, one of them will be wiped out!"
Yu Jinchen suddenly turned her head and looked at him like ice, "Destroyed in ashes? This excuse is probably the reason why you tied her up!"
Lin Leer bit her lip, holding Yu Jinchen's hand a little cold.
"What if this is true?"
On the side, Ming Shaofeng slowly turned around, "I just want to ask you, what if this is true? What will you do?"
Yu Jinchen chuckled lightly, "I will be with her, whether it turns into ashes or her soul is gone, I will be with her. So, I don't care at all whether this is true or not? Do you understand?" He almost didn't think about it.
, as if this answer had been imprinted in his heart long ago, just like eating or breathing, it is as normal as anything.
Lin Leer was shocked. This was Chen's answer. It was very strange. After hearing it, all the uneasiness and worries in the past two days turned into bubbles. What about the reincarnation of the saint, what responsibilities, what can these do? She
She only knows that Chen will accompany her no matter where she goes, what else does she have to fear?
Ming Shaofeng was not surprised by his words. Instead, he lowered his eyes with a gentle smile on his lips, "But I will not agree to such a thing happening. If this is true, I will choose it without hesitation."
Save her! Even if I force her to marry me and make her hate me, I won't take half the risk and let her disappear. Maybe... this is the difference in the way you and I love her."
Lin Leer raised her eyes in confusion, Shaofeng, this is Ming Shaofeng...
But why does the method he chooses have to be so heartbreaking?
In some unknown corner of her heart, there will always be an indifferent figure...
Yu Jinchen stared at him quietly. Although he was a love rival, he was worthy of respect. However, that did not constitute a reason for him to let go.
All the tribesmen in the temple came out, and they conveyed their determination with extremely firm eyes. For the people of the God tribe, ancestral precepts, mission, and belief are more important than anything else. No one wants to know what the five-color stone is.
What does it look like, or why the reincarnations of Nuwa and Fuxi must be combined.
Lin Leer's face began to turn pale, and she held Yu Jinchen's hand unconsciously and exerted force. Yu Jinchen turned to look at her without saying anything, and glanced at Xiao Jiu. Xiao Jiu nodded knowingly, raised his head and made a sound like an eagle.
of howling.
After a while, more and more eagles gathered in the sky over Tianshan Mountain, and the sky was so dark that it almost covered the clouds. While everyone was still surprised, nearly a thousand people gathered at the foot of the mountain and rushed towards the mountain to cover up the clouds.
Surrounded by people.
The twelve palaces and the gods seem to have formed two tough barriers, facing each other coldly.
"Chen. They..." Lin Leer raised her head in disbelief, "Have you transferred the people guarding the palace?"
Yu Jinchen lowered his eyes, "Nothing is more important than you."
The eighth elder stood in front of the tribe with a stern expression and looked at Ming Shaofeng, "Chief, your tribe will bleed for you without fear."
Their meaning was very clear. They were forcing him to make a decision. Either fulfill his so-called love and do nothing, and watch the tribe die for him; or shoulder the responsibility of the tribe leader,
Recapture the Saint and protect the people.
This is not a matter of choosing one or the other.
Ming Shaofeng, he had no choice.
He glanced at the nearly a thousand tribesmen behind him, and then at the eight elders. He turned back and looked at Lin Leer, who had the same tangled look on his face.
Her heart was not with him. He had always known that God's will played tricks on people, and she and he were destined to be married. He wanted to let her go and make her happy, but he could not let his tribe get involved in the war.
If the result is that one of them can only be wiped out, then...