"That's right! That's the direction!" Ammo saw the big rock by the weeping swamp at a glance, and he had cried here yesterday, and now he saw it again, as if he had been in a different world. When you get to this stone, you are not far from your own cellar.

"Uncle Lan, you must not cross the big rock, it is a weeping swamp inside, and you can't get out if you go in!" Aimo pointed to the snow-covered stone and reminded Lan Xingyi seriously, "It's a devil's forbidden area inside!"

"I know!" Lan Xingyi didn't have time to observe the legendary Weeping Swamp, he intuitively sensed danger, and after years of experience in battle, he knew that an enemy was approaching. He immediately drew the Bright Sword and put his mind on guard, and the chaley was also thrown to Elmo.

With the big sword in his hand, the seven sons of the temple were full of momentum, and his whole body was full of light, and he looked farther away.

"Light?" Ai Mo, who had just noticed the source of light around him, hesitated about the light cluster on Uncle Lan's body, as if something was wrong. He looked up at the sky, it was still pitch black, he had just walked all the way, it was not dawn, it was Uncle Lan's light that illuminated the way home, "Why does Uncle Lan shine on his body? Why didn't my grandmother and I have it?"

"God of Light!" no matter how stupid Amor was, he also understood, and pointed at Uncle Warm and shouted, "You are a light disciple?!"

No answer was heard, for from the direction of the house, a cloud of black smoke rushed in and swept in like a galloping horse. Even though it was a dark night, Aimo could distinguish the black fog and feel the murderous aura in it. And Uncle Lan, who was full of radiance, waved a brighter sword to face the battle fearlessly, and his whole body was even more murderous!

"Kill!" An earth-shattering crash shook the snow on the stone beside Elmo, and the light and shadow between heaven and earth also changed suddenly, obscure, dark and terrifying. The black qi that rushed to kill just now completely shattered Uncle Lan's move, and the light on the big sword did not change at all. However, after this black mist broke through, it did not fly away immediately, but circled left and right, surrounding Lan Xingyi in the middle, which was a tactic to overcome rigidity with softness.

"It's a good time!" Lan Xingyi's big sword swung vertically and horizontally, without fear of the black fog surrounded on all sides, and the holy light on the big sword swayed out freely, like boiling water splashing snow to melt the black mist, and he also became more and more brave the more he fought, and the sound of killing shook the sky.

Aimo lay tightly under the boulder, admiring Uncle Lan's indomitable momentum very much, and secretly applauding him for every blow. He didn't know where this puff of black smoke came from, but out of fear of the darkness, he hoped in his heart that Uncle Lan, who brought warmth, would win. But vaguely he guessed that this black fog should be cast by the people of the dark night, and of course he had to support the clansmen, otherwise the parents in the dream would not be merciful.

When Aimo was entangled, he didn't think about it anymore, there was no one else in the Night Clan, how could anyone still use the Night Secret Technique?

The black mist extracted from the boundless night, thick as water, converged into a raging wave, overwhelming the past, Lan Xing intended to be in the stormy waves, like a flat boat undulating, but the holy light restrained the dark night secret arts, and the bright sword cut through the silk as freely, tearing apart the rushing tide. No matter how majestic and ferocious the black fog of the waves is, trapping it at the bottom of the sea again and again, the brilliance of the rice grains will soon be revealed again, like a tide at the head of an independent tide, and it will not sink.

The black mist was furious, gathering strength even more frantically, and the pitch-black night sky above his head was the powerful backing of the night people. The diffuse mist tore through the sky and the earth, extracting the power of the thick black clouds in the sky and the vast dark night, condensing and condensing, forming a huge black fist, and smashing it down.

Lan Xingyi's big sword was horizontal, and he rushed to catch up, and his whole body was bright and prosperous, like a light giant. This black fist came from the sky, like a punch from the entire night sky, but Uncle Lan held the sky with a single sword, without fear, if the sky was going to fall, I would support the sky, and if the earth was going to fall, I would control the ground. A bright giant, standing up to the sky and the earth in the dark, turning the tide, this heroism made Xiaobai cheer loudly, "Uncle Lan, come on!"

After the cursed light descended on the wasteland, Grandma Elmo knew that she had lost the opportunity, if she had used the night secret technique to save her grandson earlier, maybe she might have escaped, but she had wasted her time and now she had to fight to the death. After the light passed, she no longer hesitated, sacrificed the little black stick to the air for protection, and sat on the top of the cellar, just waiting for the cursed light to expire, and then cast the night secret technique to kill all directions.

The promotion to become a Night Demon a few days ago gave her a lot of confidence. After cultivating the secret art of the night for many years, from Turing, Dark Disciple, Emissary, Warrior, Elf, Dark Witch, to the seventh layer of the Night Demon realm, Grandma Ammo has fully exerted the potential of the Night Bloodline. After that, there were only two realms of "Asura" and "Children of the Night", and now she is the powerhouse of the Night Clan for hundreds of years.

Confidence comes from strength, and vigilance is born from experience. The old woman of the Night Clan knew that behind the cursed light, there must be a fanatical Light cultist, and now it was too late to find Ai Mo, so it was important to get rid of the Light Sect's pursuers first. And she is also lucky, Aimo's dark night bloodline is almost gone, even if she lets the Bright Sect meet, she will be skipped as an ordinary child. But she didn't know that the Light Killer actually found Aimo in advance and rescued him, and the two of them were about to come to their side all the way.

The time limit of the cursed light had just passed, and as soon as the old woman's murderous aura moved, Lan Xingyi noticed it, and the encounter between the two sides immediately began in the night. When Grandma Aimo is in the sky, the dark night where she can't see her fingers is the source of the power of the dark night secret arts, and Lan Xing Yisheng is strong in combat power, and she firmly suppresses the old woman's killing moves with the same level but the late stage of cultivation as the early stage.

The battle began in the second half of the night. Grandma Aimo pulled endless black mist from the dark night sky, and it was wrapped around in clusters, as if pressing this night sky on Lan Xingyi's body. Uncle Lan's big sword wielded and slashed with style, fighting the heavens and the earth without fear, and the holy light on his body was endless, completely driving away the surrounding darkness, and no amount of black fog would help.

As the battle progressed, Lan Xingyi gradually gained the upper hand, whether it was his own cultivation or improvisation, the Holy Light Judgment with rich combat experience still had to win, and it was very easy for the old woman who had just been promoted to Night Demon Master. The battle continued until dawn, and the old lady became more and more overwhelmed. Now that the situation is dangerous, she can only barely support herself, hiding in the black fog, her whereabouts are uncertain, and she is struggling to find a fighter.

Aimo guessed the identity of his grandmother from the little black stick that occasionally showed his body, and his heart was shocked at first, how could the thin old woman display such magical powers? and then regretted it infinitely, how could he cheer for the enemy! He immediately changed his position and supported his grandmother wholeheartedly, no matter how warm Uncle Lan was, it was not as true as grandma's. And when the thick night was about to fade, two hovering figures were revealed in the faint morning light, and the grandmother's white hair confirmed Aimodi's guess, and her heart was even more sad and anxious.

"Beat you bad uncle! Come on, grandma!" Aimo picked up a few small stones and threw them at Lan Xingyi, who was in a comfortable shape. But how can these weak and powerless stones enter the battlefield of the strong? How stupid is it that Ammor, cheering in vain, and with deep guilt, should admit that he is a thief and his father, and that he should bring his enemy home!

Lan Xingyi, who had the upper hand, knew the details of the old woman of the Night Clan, and his heart also relaxed, and he had time to reprimand loudly, "The remnants of the Night Clan, if you don't tie your hands, you will be captured and die!"

"We are not remnants!" Aimo shouted at the uncle who still had a good impression of him last night, "Grandma and I are both good people, we have not harmed anyone, and we will not harm anyone in the future! You can't beat grandma, you are a bad Uncle Lan!"

"This Master Lan!" Hearing her grandson's miserable cry, Grandma Elmo's heart softened. She had already intended to let the child live, but now she bitterly begged for mercy from the Light Killer, "That child is not a Night Man! I am the only old woman left in the Night Clan, how about I tie myself to death?"

"The subordinates are defeated, what conditions are there to talk about. Lan Xingyi continued to exert pressure while slashing with a big sword, while sneering, "It doesn't matter whether this child has the Dark Night bloodline or not, since you raised it, his soul has been infected with the poison of the dark night, and he must be cut down to the roots!"

"Grandma, I won't leave you!" Aimo never wanted to leave Grandma, he picked up a big rock and rushed up, and he would be with Grandma even if he died, "I want to be a Nightborn!

"The Night Rat Generations don't have a good thing, let's deal with you little cub first!" Lan Xingyi was disgusted by Aimo's immediate forgetting of the grace of life, and with a swing of the holy sword, he was about to cut it into two pieces. The grandson's rash action startled the old woman to fly to protect her, and threw the little black stick, the life-saving magic weapon, and shouted in her mouth, "Aimo, run!"

Who would have thought that this was just a false trick by Lan Xingyi, he saw that the lure was successful, and the big sword went back, slapped it on Grandma Aimo, and really knocked the old woman out sideways. If there is a little black stick to protect the body, this sword will be blocked, if the old woman does not come to the rescue, hiding in the black fog will not reveal such a big flaw, but now for the sake of relatives, I really can't take care of myself.

"Grandma!" Aimo cried loudly, seeing the old woman rolling in the air even spurting a few mouthfuls of blood, and dyeing her gray hair red, this tragic situation made Aimo feel a piercing pain. The old woman threw her grandson far out of the battle circle with a single blow, but still fell to the big rock, and the little black stick also crashed into the sky.

"Endless Night!" The old woman who knew that there was nothing to do, this outstanding elite of the Night Clan for hundreds of years, resolutely broke out at this juncture. In the darkest hour before dawn, when she grabbed the last trace of heaven, she performed the most brutal trick of the secret art of the night. That's how Amo's mother died back then, and now it's time for Aim's grandmother to work hard.

This is the ultimate killer move of the Night Clan's self-detonation of the Genshin, which will of course turn to ashes after casting, and at the same time can teleport the target person into the distance. From now on, the caster's soul will be completely scattered in the endless night, and there will be no trace left in the Night Temple.

The Night Clan has always believed that on the day of the Last Judgment, the Night Temple will come again, and the souls of all the people in the temple will be reborn and live a heavenly life. But once it blows itself up, the soul will completely dissipate and will never be reborn.

The struggling Nightlings have worked hard to live for this legend, no matter how hard it may be, to keep their souls and ascend to the Night Temple. But for the sake of their loved ones, two great mothers gave up themselves one after another and completely dedicated their souls.

Twelve years ago, after Aimo's mother Yuanshen blew herself up, she teleported her grandmother who was holding Aimo to a distant place and escaped the pursuit of the Illuminati. But this time, Grandma Aimo included Lan Xingyi in it, teleported into the endless depths of the Weeping Swamp, and with the help of the powerful spiritual suppression of the Weeping Swamp, and the endless sorrow that infiltrated the depths of the soul, she completely buried this excellent holy light ruling of the Light Temple, and pulled this killer who exterminated the Night Clan to bury with him.

"Grandma......" Ammo muttered to herself, standing there completely dumbfounded, unmoved in the morning light. The disappearing grandmother and the instantaneous blank battlefield shook his heart, and the black fog that negligently dissipated in the dawn became an eternal memory, he didn't know the secret art of the night, but he knew that his grandmother was gone.

The snow has stopped, but the sky is still cloudy, and God is grieving with the lonely child. There was not a sound in the barren field, and Ammo couldn't even cry. The ups and downs of the night made him physically and mentally exhausted, and he regretted that he led a wolf into the house and took away his dearest grandmother, and his parents didn't want to be themselves, what else can he be nostalgic for in this world, why not follow his grandmother too?

With a "snap", the small black stick that fell into the air fell to the stone, and bounced diagonally, which happened to be whipped on Aimo's head, and the stick that hurt to the bone marrow woke Aimo up, as severe as a grandmother's admonition. It was this little black stick that made Ammo fear like a tiger and changed his ways, it was also this little black stick that brought Ammo out of the battle group and survived, and it was this little black stick that brought his grandmother's reprimand to the spirit of heaven when Ammo was desperate.

This blow made Aimo wake up suddenly, his life was given by his grandmother, and his mother exchanged his life for it, and he was not allowed to squander it at will. He carries in him the hope of all the people of the night, who will avenge them if they die, who will correct their name, who will write the glory for them.

Only by living well can you be worthy of your grandmother and your parents. Only by living can you have the opportunity to make up for your mistakes and comfort your grandmother's painful soul.

"I want to live!" Aimo pulled out the little black stick, held it above his head, knelt in the middle of the muddy battlefield, and swore to the place where his grandmother was wiped out, "I will definitely live, live well for my grandmother!"