Every world I die young

After being disturbed, his face suddenly became calm. He stood up quietly, hugged the cold corpse in his arms, and walked towards the magic palace step by step.

Mo Yinglan floated behind him, and asked impatiently: System, is there a way for him to directly see the memory of the original owner.

The system froze for a moment, [Yes, yes, I can stimulate the power of inner demons left in his spiritual consciousness, and let him directly enter the spiritual realm of you, Taoist Xuanyang, but, host, why did you suddenly change? So cold and heartless. 】

Mo Yinglan stared at Yu Zhuochen's back indifferently, his tone was very cold, don't worry about it, I just see him upset, and don't care about the maid who didn't know her name for now, when I succeed, she Her own grave would have buried her.

The system started preparing in confusion, but it was still very puzzled, why Mo Yinglan seemed to have become gentle and kind just now, and now she is suddenly so indifferent, but this is also good, it does not need to waste energy to intervene, and it is still laborious Not to please.

Yu Zhuochen calmly carried Mo Yinglan's body into the bedroom, and after placing the body on the soft bed, he also lay down peacefully on the bed, gently hugging him in his arms, his movements were very gentle, As if afraid of hurting him.

Mo Yinglan floated by the side of the bed with cold eyes, that's it, let's start.

The system hummed, 【Okay, I see. 】

Lying on the bed with his eyes closed, Yu Zhuochen's body froze suddenly, and his eyelashes trembled slightly.

Yu Zhuochen only felt that as soon as he closed his eyes, a thick fog filled his eyes. He suddenly panicked, and the thick fog in front of him receded.

"The disciple is willing to join the Sword Extreme School, set an example to uphold morality, and eradicate evil spirits to uphold the prestige of my immortal sect."

The immature but resolute face of the little boy came into view immediately, and Yu Zhuochen froze. This is... Master, is it his Xuanyang?

Yu Zhuochen is like a ghost, watching the new disciples practicing fairy arts to slay demons and demons day by day, step by step from the most ordinary disciples of the outer sect to the successor of the master.

Watching him grow up little by little through trials and tribulations, from an immature and weak child to a young man in full bloom, watching him grow from an inconspicuous ordinary student to a generation of arrogance, watching him standing in high spirits under the eyes of everyone. In the majestic Sword Pole Hall, he kneels straight in front of the old headmaster in white clothes and white beard.

Seeing him go through all the hardships and finally reach the most glorious moment in his life, a smile finally appeared on Yu Zhuochen's face, but before the smile could spread, the dark devilish energy burst from the The center of the Sword Pole Hall erupted violently.

It's a sneak attack by the power of the demons!

Yu Zhuochen's gaze became anxious all of a sudden, he spoke in a panic, but remained silent.

That's right, how could he have forgotten that this is the spiritual realm of the master, everything has already happened, and it is something he can't do anything to change.

The blood energy and demonic energy are rampant, and the power of the demon clan is extremely powerful, and it seems that he has an enmity with the Sword Extreme Sect. He would rather destroy himself than kill the old head of the Sword Extreme Sect.

Yu Zhuochen could only watch helplessly as the head of the Sword Extreme Sect died in martyrdom, and he blew himself up and died together with the power of the demon clan.

Watching the young man who just took over as the head was forced to grow up desperately, using his immature shoulders to carry a seriously injured sect, after that, the laughing and fussy young man became more and more taciturn, and his personality became more and more cold .

He saw that he was becoming more and more lonely, more and more cold and stern, more and more like a high-ranking head of the number one sect in the cultivation world, a cold and emotionless fairy sword.