Every world I die young

Mo Yinglan's body tensed up, staring fixedly at the black air, his body leaned forward slightly, assuming a fighting posture, behind the black air, the ball of light that reacted quickly caught up, According to the speed difference between the two, if there is no accident, they can catch up in a few seconds.

However, there was no accident, because in Mo Yinglan's eyes, the black air suddenly swelled for no reason, and then exploded violently. The speed of the condensed black air increased sharply, and Mo Yinglan's pupils suddenly shrank.

Originally, he was only vigilant instinctively, and his mind was relatively relaxed. The sudden change caught him off guard, and he had no time to react.

Mo Yinglan stood there dumbfounded, not because his mental quality was too poor, but because the more critical the situation was, the less he could act rashly.

But if she didn't act rashly, she would be helpless. Even Mo Yinglan couldn't think of any way to save herself for a while.

His body was trembling slightly, his back was wet with sweat, and his whole body was tense, but Mr. Yang beside him didn't seem to see him. Instead of stepping forward, he quietly stepped back a few steps. I know I can't help but worry.

But he still restrained himself after all, forced himself to stand still and not move, pretending that he hadn't reacted, Deng Zepan's eyes fell on Mo Yinglan's back, his eyes were complicated, regret and joy were in his eyes The eyes are entangled endlessly.

And that condensed black energy is the purest and most powerful ghost energy erupted by this evil ghost who has never shown himself since he blew up the ghost pill. It is unimaginable how terrifying the purest ghost qi is.

In a blink of an eye, this ghostly aura rushed to Mo Yinglan's eyes, but unfortunately, it stopped a few centimeters away from Mo Yinglan's eyebrows.

Deng Zepan's pupils dilated, and he could clearly see behind Mo Yinglan, the figure of a man in a black robe gradually appeared, from blurry to clear, he witnessed the whole process.

Shangguan Ce raised his hand expressionlessly, with his five fingers spread out and his palm facing upwards, a mass of pure black ghost energy condensed in his pale palm, the contrast between black and white was so obvious and dazzling.

Mr. Yang frowned, staring at Shangguan Ce's figure without saying a word, as if he had already guessed his existence, and also seemed to be afraid of his strength and did not dare to act rashly.

Deng Zepan looked at Shangguan Ce's back with a dull expression. In his eyes, Shangguan Ce had long black hair that would have been worn by an ancient, with a complicated bun, a jade crown on his head, and a complicated black brocade robe. There is also a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon embroidered with gold thread. The dragon's head protrudes forward, facing Deng Zepan's shocked eyes, as if staring at him.

In addition, in order to save strength, Shangguan Ce only transformed his upper body, and his lower body only had an empty dragon robe swaying in the air, with blurred outlines.

Even if Deng Zepan was a fool, he would not think that Shangguan Ce would be alive if he suddenly appeared behind Mo Yinglan and saved his life.

Shangguan Ce stared coldly at the group of ghostly spirits that stopped in mid-air and was still ready to move, his eyes were out of anger. Just now he felt that this little ghost was so timid, and he would run away whenever he was in danger, even if he was caught. Even though he was in a hurry, he still didn't give up the idea of ​​running away.

But just when he was relaxing, the brat suddenly blew himself up, but Shangguan Ce didn't notice the slightest breath of despair that wanted to kill him, as if its self-detonation was out of his control How can it be considered "self-explosion"?