Chapter 5077 Guardian (2) (seeking a ticket)

Ruyan nodded and said: "Yichen is right, mortals are the most likely to hesitate, but also most likely to be grateful. We must tell them that if they persist for a while, the lady will come to save them. "

"And, have you forgotten? On the Yanwu Continent, there are also Mingyan Army. I believe that they will not betray Miss."

"Now Miss can't take care of everyone's life and death. As her followers and believers, we must tell them on behalf of Miss that Miss did not give up on them!"

...

In the chaotic and desperate battle situation, the Mingyan Army suddenly began to move rapidly in the direction of the mortals.

Row after row of the army stood in front of the mortals, and even with their own flesh and blood, they had to keep them safe.

Blood splattered on an old man's face.

She was holding a little girl in her arms. The little girl was opening her big black and white eyes, her lips were trembling, and she didn't know whether she wanted to cry or shout.

The old man stared blankly at the Ming Yanjun who was slowly falling down in front of her, his face full of incredible shock.

She trembled: "You...why do you want to save..."

These are all immortals aloof!

Even if many mortals have never dealt with cultivators in their lives, it does not prevent them from knowing that cultivators are aloof and inviolable compared to mortals.

In this apocalypse, the lives of mortals are like mustards, and only monks who can fight are the most precious.

However, at this moment, these monks used their own flesh and blood to stand in front of them.

They used their actions to tell them with their own lives that the lives of mortals were not cheaper than those of monks.

But why?

The fallen Ming Yan Army, the dantian has been broken, and the spiritual energy in the body is rapidly lost.

But there was a reassuring smile on his face, and he said hoarsely: "Because, we are the Ming Yan Army, the people who protect the young lady, it is our... vocation..."

The old man was stunned for a moment, and before he could ask in detail, Ming Yanjun had already closed his eyes.

The little girl got out of the old man's arms, wiped the blood on the face of the Mingyan Army soldier with her small hand, pushed her gently and shouted, "Brother...Brother, wake up..."

When the blood was wiped away, a face that was too young and immature appeared.

The old man stared blankly, and suddenly tears filled his eyes, and the tears slipped down his eyes unknowingly.

A ghoul rushed over, and immediately another Mingyan army filled the vacancy, blocking their mortal weak bodies behind them.

"Grandma, why are you crying? Does it hurt somewhere?"

The old man shook his head and choked: "No, grandma is not in pain, but happy. Because our master did not abandon us... When we were on the Yanwu Continent, it was the mountain protection formation left by Miss Jun that saved our lives. Now The same is her army, who are risking their lives to protect us useless mortals... It's great to be the subjects of such a master!"

The old man suddenly shouted at the top of his voice: "The Lord has not abandoned us!! The Lord has always been by our side to protect us!"

The little girl didn't understand what this meant, but she followed up and shouted in a crisp and tender voice, "Master...protect us!!"

More and more mortals were protected by the Ming Yan Army, and more and more people shouted with gratitude and faith.

But at the same time, the loss of the Mingyan Army is getting bigger and bigger.

One body after another fell to the ground.