Every world I die young

Yu Zhuochen looked at him condescendingly, and the immortal who had always been far away in the sky bowed his head at his feet at this moment, spitting out blood uncontrollably, and his slender, white fingers with well-articulated joints firmly clasped the ground.

The skin on the fingertips was worn out, the nails came out, and the bright red blood rubbed bloody fingerprints one after another on the ground.

He was curled up on the ground, his eyes were empty, he looked like a helpless baby, his snow-white and flawless robe was torn apart and wet with blood.

Yu Zhuochen held the blood demon sword, the tip of the sword was still covered with blood beads, he pursed his lips, and suddenly said softly: "This is all right, you won't be able to run away."

Hearing this, Mo Yinglan was stunned for a moment, then stared at him furiously, her extremely weak voice was slow but firm, "Yu Zhuochen, you villain, you...you will die!"

"I will die badly. I have always known, Taoist Xuanyang, that I have committed too many crimes, and I am destined to go to hell after death. So...you can come and accompany me, and we will go to hell together."

Yu Zhuochen's tone gradually became distorted, his eyes were serious, and with the strength that must be won, he would rather die without a burial place, and he insisted on pulling him together.

"Why? How can you do this..."

"Why do you like me? I have to like you too."

"You have paid so much for me, and you will force me to give the same affection."

"You... are too selfish, Yu Zhuochen, you don't deserve equal love."

The weak voice was very low, and it would disappear without a trace if it was blown by the breeze, but Yu Zhuochen heard it exactly, and his eyes fell on Mo Yinglan.

The proud sect leader was trembling all over at this moment, his face was distorted, and his eyes were closed tightly.

Yu Zhuochen thought to himself, he must be in pain, the dantian meridians were torn apart, and even the golden core was revived, he should be in pain, the pain was so painful that life would be worse than death.

Yu Zhuochen felt a faint pain in his heart. Is this result really what he expected?

Maybe it is, after all... He personally abolished his cultivation back then, fearing that he would not die, so he was thrown into the Nether Abyss.

He slowly closed his eyes, how could a cripple survive, if he hadn't met...

He is afraid that he has already been turned into a pile of loess, it is impossible for the master... the respected person does not understand.

Yu Zhuochen opened his eyes again, his eyes were extremely cold and indifferent, with an undercurrent of almost madness.

The turbulent demonic energy suddenly turned over, like a stormy wave sweeping down, the sky was dark and the sun and the moon were dark. Standing far away, Zhao Junmin felt that there was darkness in front of him, and when he opened his eyes again, there was no one in the distance.

Everyone in the demon clan also looked at each other in dismay, a gleam of jealousy quickly flashed across Liu Shi'an's long and narrow eyes, and the thick fog surrounding the eyes of many monks on both sides finally dispersed at this moment.

In the middle, there is only a pool of scarlet blood, the ground is bumpy, and there are traces left by the demonic energy everywhere, which is shocking.

Liu Shi'an took a big step forward, and shouted loudly: "All the demon soldiers obey the order, follow the order of the emperor, and attack Jianjizong!"

"Yes."

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The magic palace is shrouded in darkness all year round.

Wearing a black robe, Yu Zhuochen had a wish-fulfilling smile on his face, and walked towards the bedroom with the person in his arms gently.

Of course, if you ignore the miserable face and bloody clothes of the person in your arms.

Yu Zhuochen was in a good mood, while walking towards the bedroom, he hummed an unknown tune, his eyebrows were crooked, and his smile was gentle and considerate.

It really is perverted.