Lord Night King hurriedly stepped forward, he tried to use his high-level spells, but at this moment, there was a rumbling sound in the sky, and a heavenly thunder came down from above, slashing at Xuan Mo's arm.

Even the immortal body could not bear the pain of this heavenly thunder.

Even if Lu Qiao only takes three or five hits, he may be gone.

And Xuan Mo clenched his teeth, completely ignoring his own pain, and flew forward, wanting to save Han Xiaoxi.

His black clothes fluttered in the air, and he cast his black scythe, infusing it with black juice, trying to control his spells without using high-level spiritual power.

"Lord Night, I'm coming!"

Lu Qiao stepped forward, completely ignoring his own safety, and directly blocked in front of Xuan Mo's body, and was severely hit by a strong heavenly thunder.

The speed of this thunder is unavoidable, not even Xuanmo's.

And it can penetrate everything, even if it hides underground, it can't escape the highest punishment from above.

Otherwise.

How could the Heavenly Emperor let all the Heavenly Soldiers and Heavenly Generals and the guards of the Demon Realm retreat because of this mere talisman.

Apparently......

This is where the pros outweigh the cons.

Xuan Mo's death had nothing to do with the Emperor of Heaven.

Lu Qiaosheng carried this heavenly thunder, and the Yuan Shen had already cracked a little, and if he took it again, he was afraid that he would be torn apart.

Xuan Mo pushed Lu Qiao aside, and he actually wanted to continue to carry the thunder by himself, peel off the heavy dark cloud camphor wood, and leap to Han Xiaoxi's side.

Lu Qiao's spiritual power is insufficient, but he can't support the next heavenly thunder.

Just when the sky crackled and the next thunderbolt was about to appear......

Bu Yu finally arrived in a hurry, knocked Lu Qiao away as fast as he could, and took the terrible thunder in a hurry.

His spiritual power is indeed powerful, although it is not undamaged, but his injuries are not much worse than those of the Night King.

Bu Yu used the paper fan in his hand to cut through the black fog in front of him, and found that inside was a violently rotating storm that could tear anything apart.

Even the paper fan that he had spiritual power to protect was torn apart in an instant.

Gee......

This fan that has been used for a long time should be replaced.

Bu Yu didn't have time to pity his fan, so he saw the Night King sigh softly.

"Are you ready? ”

The Night King's orders were really direct.

Bu Yu saw that he couldn't break through and enter it for Xuanmo, so he could only use it as a meat pad, let the Night King go into battle in person, and help the Night King take over this earth-shattering thunderbolt.

"This ......"

Bu Yu gritted his teeth, and sure enough, he took the next thunderbolt.

Xuan Mo used the hellfire at this time, and the ice-blue flames burst out from his fingertips, and the small sparks had a dreamy romantic color, but also had a sad and merciful meaning.

"What is this?"

Xuan Mo Ke still has the kung fu to chat with Bu Yu, this is the time when his eyebrows are already burned!

Bu Yu turned his head to look at Xuan Mo, and his expression was even more eager.

Xuan Mo then released his own ice blue flame, destroying all the dense weaving fog in front of him and burning it out.

But then, a thick weaving fog quickly filled the gap.

......

Xuan Mo actually had a time when he was in trouble, his cold eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together, as if a big stone was pressing on his heart.

For the current Night King, the things to consider are not so simple.

If he continued to try, then Bu Yu would have to suffer several heavenly thunders for himself.

But if he didn't try, then with the current speed of devouring and slaughtering, Han Xiaoxi's dark seal would inevitably swell to an even bigger size, and if it really reached the point of being out of control, I am afraid that even Xuan Mo would not be able to curb Han Xiaoxi's demonization.

"Why don't you take a few more shots?"

Xuan Mo thought about it and asked, Bu Yu's body trembled, for fear that his own life would follow, so he replied cautiously.

"Lord Night, why don't you think about it more?, think about my small body, if it's really good, what can Huojing do......"

Bu Yu is also a person who drags his family, and now, he is about to marry Huo Jing as soon as possible, and the two will spend the rest of their lives together, but it is also his fate to do his best for Lord Night King.

"Wait, I'm going to think about ......"

Xuan Mo has thought of a good way.

He simply released a little bit of his dark juice and found that it was the same attribute as these black weaving fogs around Han Xiaoxi.

His black juice can also be fused with it.

After that, he snapped his fingers lightly, and the black juice exploded violently, and countless shattering sounds exploded the sky, like bright fireworks, blooming in the sky above the underworld.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Xuan Mo flew in, and then opened the way with black juice all the way, and finally entered smoothly.

Can......

Bu Yu and Lu Qiao couldn't follow.

Next, it's time for the Night King to spend time alone with the Night Princess.

He finally saw Han Xiaoxi, who had been eroded by black roses, half of his face was covered with hideous vines, and the surrounding vines were still desperately moving forward, stretching out their claws with teeth and claws.

Today's Han Xiaoxi has his own powerful spiritual power, and he also has infinite devouring spiritual power, so he naturally has a power comparable to that of the Night King.

So even Xuan Mo didn't dare to act rashly.

But he didn't care that he would get hurt, and he knew he would get hurt.

Slowly stepped forward, the pitch-black boots walked in the air, no sound but like a loud sound.

"Xi'er. ”

As he said a word, the vine pierced his arm.

He used the black juice to cut off the vine and took another step forward.

"Xi'er. ”

In the same gentle tone, he seemed to be able to pinch out the water, and continued to call her name.

“......”

And the sleeping Han Xiaoxi did not respond.

"Xi'er. ”

He continued.

Another vine pierced the Night King's leg bones, and he endured the pain before moving on.

Let the terrible vines eat away at his body, and then cut the vines with black juice little by little.

It's more like a "fight" and entanglement between the two.

He hopes to use his body to warm those heart-wrenching vines.

Every thorn was a thorn that grew from the bottom of Han Xiaoxi's heart, which was enough to make her soft heart pierced with holes.

That was all the inhuman abuse that Han Xiaoxi had received.

It was those terrible pains that made Han Xiaoxi look like this.

Xuan Mo used every step of his own and every hole he pierced, he was using his body to say the most sincere love.

"Xi'er. ”

His voice grew weaker.

He used this purest and most direct way to wake up Han Xiaoxi.

He could have been free from these pains, or he could not have done these things, but for the sake of Han Xiaoxi, he was willing to overturn everything.

The thought of Han Xiaoxi leaving and leaving only himself in this stable world made Lord Night King feel particularly painful.

He made an extremely selfish decision.

He traded himself for her.

Wouldn't such a fate be better?

"Xi'er. ”

He was finally able to touch Han Xiaoxi, he used his hand to push away those annoying vines, and used his familiar posture to hold the little man who was invaded by the vines.

Her face was still so soft, but it was only the other half, only rough vines, and tough thorns on it, trying to pierce Xuanmo's face as well.

But the Night King has a powerful black juice, and he is not afraid of this so-called vine at all, and the thorns that stick out of the vine slowly disappear after a while......

He knows.

Han Xiaoxi heard his voice.

"Xi'er. ”

He called softly, put his lips close to the side of Han Xiaoxi's cheek, and imprinted the last kiss.

"In the next life, you still have to remember me. ”

After he finished speaking, he took out the last of his spirit.

still remembers that when they were just together, Xuan Mo carefully dismantled the essence, and then put it into Han Xiaoxi's body, and fed her his own essence in a lip-to-lip manner.

And such a big dark force, if you want to reverse it, you have to rely on a more powerful dark force.

And the best way is to hand over all the essence of Xuanmo to Han Xiaoxi.

The Night King is truly the King of the Underworld, and his spirit has an excellent healing power, but when Xuan Mo summons the spirit from his chest, his body also ages rapidly.

Han Xiaoxi closed his eyes, completely unaware of what was happening in front of him.

"Xi'er. I love you. ”

These were the Night King's final words.

He put the spirit into the inside of Han Xiaoxi's wrist, and then slit the veins in her wrist, integrating the spirit into her blood.

And then ......

The Night King's body also gradually fell.

From that high in the air, all the way to the bottom.

His dark robe was stained with dust.

The fresh earth smelled of blood, but it made people feel extremely desolate and sad, and even the fine fallen leaves were creaking.

It seems to have sung a mournful tune.

It's even more pathetic.

Really.

He never believed in the Night King, but after all, it fell into the hands of this little woman.

She was indeed his mortal deed.

But at this juncture, Xuan Mo had to unwillingly dedicate his pure spirit to Han Xiaoxi.

He's going to die.

It's nothing but death.

Leaving Han Xiaoxi alone in this world, he is still a little uneasy.

This is also his last selfishness towards Han Xiaoxi.

Don't let Han Xiaoxi leave herself, but leave Han Xiaoxi by herself.

It's his cowardice.

Because of him......

I can't bear the pain of losing her.

His spiritual power was greatly attenuated with the loss of his spirit.

The original powerful healing power was also lost in an instant, and the piercing hole on the body became larger and larger, unable to heal and had to be exposed to the air......

This broken body can't be called a human being.

The corners of his mouth were still hooked with that evil and proud smile.

After a gust of wind blew, there was no trace of the Night King in the pit where the Night King fell, only the light blue starlight in the sky.

His last pride.

It's to let the hellfire send itself away.

Don't fall into such an ugly body, stay in this world.