Every world I die young

In the Nether Abyss, Yu Zhuochen released all the devilish energy in his body, and was able to suppress the blood demon sword spirit that was about to move, and pressed it back into the sword body.

Just as he retracted the blood demon sword and was about to carefully observe the movement of various air currents over the abyss, the blood-red demonic energy fluctuations in the sky attracted his attention.

Yu Zhuochen turned his head back, the sword intent that belongs to the blood demon sword was stirring wantonly in the air, Yu Zhuochen's eyes froze, Liu Shi'an actually boldly used this thing to inform him, could it be...

Yu Zhuochen suddenly realized that it was Xuanyang, and it must have something to do with him, otherwise, even if Liu Shi'an was given a hundred more courage, he would never dare to use the blood demon sword qi without authorization.

Yu Zhuochen's gaze, which had finally calmed down, caused an uproar again. His gaze became gloomy and dark, and he wanted to escape... did he want to escape again?

why!

Master, Xuan Yang, since you are so ungrateful, I have no choice but to turn you into a corpse puppet, but don't worry, the apprentice will not erase your memory, but will only seal your soul in the corpse puppet .

The dark side of Yu Zhuochen's heart was completely aroused, he suddenly smiled strangely, and the whole body flew up, the blood demon sword that had just been unsheathed for a long time was unsheathed again, and the excited sword kept ringing, Yu Zhuochen Stepping on the Blood Demon Sword, he quickly traveled to the distance.

……

Zhao Junmin grabbed Mo Yinglan's hand who was staying there, and said in an urgent and low tone, "Let's leave here immediately, I'm afraid the Demon Lord has received the notice and will rush over soon, for the safety of the head master, We can't meet the devil head-on, otherwise our death is nothing, and we are afraid that the head master will fall into the hands of the devil again, yes, yes..."

In the end, this 1.8-meter tall man was so choked up that he could barely speak.

Mo Yinglan looked back at him, "I'm fine, you guys run away, Yu Zhuochen will be back soon, his strength is unfathomable, even I am no match for him, his horror is unimaginable, you brought me a disease The wretched cripple will never escape."

His tone was very objective and indifferent, as if the person he was talking about was not himself. Zhao Junmin was going crazy with anxiety, "Really, what nonsense are you talking about? How could it be okay... How could it be, I saw it all!"

"What did you say?" Mo Yinglan asked suddenly.

Zhao Junmin said in a dazed way: "Really, we all saw it when you changed your clothes. We really didn't expect that you would be ridiculed by a maid with a low evil spirit, and your injuries..."

When he said this, he couldn't continue. He tried several times, but he was still choked up and unable to speak. Mo Yinglan looked around, and the other three lowered their heads and did not look at him with sad expressions.

Mo Yinglan slowly turned her head and looked at Zhao Junmin. The admiration and admiration in this man's eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by a sad and compassionate gaze.

Mo Yinglan looked at him in confusion, then suddenly her expression changed, and she took a big step back, "You, Zhao Junmin, are you pitying me too?"

"..."

"Do you also think I was wrong back then?"

"Really, I didn't—"

"Do you all think that if I resigned to my fate earlier, succumbed to Yu Zhuochen earlier, and hibernated under him willingly, then the Sword Extreme Sect would not be destroyed, and the realm of self-cultivation would not be invaded, and you would not Displaced and lost loved ones.”

"Sorry……"

Mo Yinglan stared at him with numb eyes, Zhao Junmin gave a wry smile, "Really, I really... that's what I thought."