Every world I die young

The reminder of the favorability value in his mind kept ringing, but Mo Yinglan's expression remained the same, he frowned slightly, the system turned off the notification, and then he looked at Yu Zhuochen whose eyes were full of chaotic blood.

The blood demon sword held by Yu Zhuochen in the other hand kept trembling, and traces of blood mist seeped out from the sword body, and penetrated into Yu Zhuochen's body. As the blood mist increased, Yu Zhuochen Chen's eyes became more and more confused.

Mo Yinglan suddenly realized that after Yu Zhuochen expressed his heart just now, he suddenly lost consciousness and fell into an illusion. It was the blood demon sword that was causing trouble in the dark. Yu Zhuochen stood stiffly in front of him, his pale skin was covered with black and red There were bloodstains, the skin was broken by the burst blood vessels, and the blood flowed out of the body, and it was shaken into a blood mist by the raging demonic energy.

On the contrary, it mixed with the blood mist continuously emitted by the Blood Demon Sword, making it hard to see clearly. The majestic demonic energy around the two of them almost lost control, and they collided violently with each other. Explosions were heard everywhere, and a large area of ​​the surrounding space was blown up. There was a turmoil.

And Yu Zhuochen's body seemed to have endless demon energy, which was escaping uncontrollably. It was hard to imagine what terrible things would happen if this force completely lost its shackles.

Mo Yinglan closed his eyes, complicated mantras and handprints appeared in his mind, he let out a long sigh, made up his mind, let go of his clenched dagger, and slowly approached Yu Zhuochen who was bleeding all over his body.

A crimson light flashed from Mo Yinglan's forehead, and rushed into Yu Zhuochen's eyebrows. As early as when Yu Zhuochen suddenly fell into a demon and lost control, Zhao Junmin and others were forced to escape through the gap. Go to the other side of the barrier between heaven and earth to avoid the impact of magic energy.

Mo Yinglan only felt that there was darkness in front of her eyes, and she didn't know how long it took before her eyes lit up again, as if she had returned to the state of her soul, and Mo Yinglan appeared in Yu Zhuochen's spiritual sea illusion.

Outside the Immortal Sword Hall, there are crowds of people. In the center is the flat and spacious Immortal Terrace. On the lower and upper part of the Immortal Altar, four golden pillars reaching the sky are erected on the uppermost step, and an extremely thick coiled dragon is erected in the center. column.

Compared with the Tongtian Pillars at the four corners, the Panlong Pillar in the center is not only thicker, but also exudes faint fluorescence. The body of the Panlong Pillar is covered with black black iron chains. The black iron chain locked the hands and feet of a thin boy, and a relatively thinner black iron chain passed through his collarbone, binding him firmly to the Panlong pillar.

Mo Yinglan slowly floated down to the ground and stood in front of the young Yu Zhuochen.

He looked to be only 16 years old, his white clothes were torn into pieces, soaked in blood, except for his face, almost no part of his exposed skin was intact.

Yu Zhuochen's face was more delicate and delicate when he was a teenager. He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of sadness and despair, and he said helplessly, "Master..."

Mo Yinglan turned sideways, he was not calling himself, and sure enough, a young man in white clothes walked slowly behind him with a cold and indifferent face.

"Yu Zhuochen, you have delusional thoughts in your heart, intending to deceive your master and destroy your ancestors. You have become deeply enchanted, and you practice forbidden techniques to harm your fellow sects. According to the sect's rules, you should be sentenced to abolish your cultivation base and be expelled from the sect." The tone is very flat.

"Master!" The young Yu Zhuochen's voice was so hoarse that he didn't look like it. Every word he said was a kind of torture, but he still insisted, "I just... like you, love you, want you, and I want to be with you." Together, I did not intend to deceive the master and destroy the ancestors... Master!"

Mo Yinglan was close and could see clearly. Although his eyes were full of pain, they were very pure. When he looked at the cold and ruthless fairy standing in front of him, his eyes were still full of admiration and admiration. Feelings.

It's just that Xuanyang, or everyone else in the Sword Extreme Sect saw only his blood red pupils and deep blood marks between his brows, because that was a sign of being possessed.