Every world I die young

Obviously, it was not voluntary. Of course, this happened too fast. Even Shangguan Ce did not discover the problem in time.

Shangguan Ce frowned and stared at the stagnant but ready to move ghost aura in front of him. Although he had doubts in his heart, he didn't think about it deeply, let alone someone would find another way to trap an uncontrollable evil ghost.

Because he didn't realize it, Shangguan Ce didn't take precautions against this aspect, and he was calculated even if his strength was unfathomable.

What's more, Mr. Yang is not an ordinary person. He is also an extremely powerful ghost exorcist. After the collision of the two, the result is self-evident.

Shangguan Ce's eyes stared coldly at the ghostly aura that suddenly became unstable in front of him, a trace of uneasiness crossed his mind, before he could figure out what went wrong, the ghostly aura quickly began to collapse inward, and the surrounding space was There is a twist.

Shangguan Ce's pupils shrank sharply, and a pure ghostly aura gushed out of his hands, pushing Mo Yinglan who hadn't realized what happened in front of him to the back.

The black dragon robe was windless and automatic, the hem of the clothes was rattled by the sudden explosion of ghost energy, his long hair danced wildly, a vertical line appeared in his eyes, and the black eyes suddenly turned blood red , a sharp vertical line in the center is like a sharp blade, and the eyes are filled with cold killing intent.

The surrounding air seemed to be frozen, depressing and cold, and the depths of Mr. Yang's eyes were full of horror, even though he knew that Shangguan Ce's strength was extremely terrifying, no matter how much mental preparation he had made before, he would not be able to see it without seeing it with his own eyes. It's unimaginable that a ghost would have such a terrifying power that would almost tear this space apart.

Mr. Yang suddenly regretted a little. Shangguan Ce's strength was a bit stronger than he imagined. Would he actually harm everyone by doing this? Mr. Yang was lonely and stubborn all his life, and he had never regretted it. up.

This plan was originally thought up by him in a hurry. It cannot be said to be full of loopholes, nor can it be said to be perfect. It is just an ordinary plan. Because of the tight schedule, Mr. Yang does not know how many flaws this plan has and which link is weak.

Mr. Yang's worried eyes fell on the two of them. Deng Zepan was trembling because of extreme nervousness, while Mo Yinglan was caught off guard and pushed to the ground, with a dazed expression before he could react.

They didn't know the seriousness of the matter at all. Mr. Yang sighed in his heart. Up to now, he could only erase all traces as much as possible, mislead Shangguan Ce's judgment as much as possible, and get rid of their suspicion as much as possible.

Shangguan Ce's whole body was almost covered by the tumbling ghostly aura, and he could only vaguely see a vague figure. Mo Yinglan clutched his chest and wanted to get up from the ground. Lan only felt a dull pain in her chest.

He gasped slightly, and as soon as he looked up, he saw Mr. Yang stretching out his hand towards him. Mo Yinglan was stunned for a moment, and then immediately realized that he smiled and stretched out his hand without any defense.

Mr. Yang grabbed Mo Yinglan's wrist, but he didn't pull him up. There was a flash of guilt in his eyes, and Mo Yinglan said suspiciously: "Grandpa, you..."

Mr. Yang slashed Mo Yinglan's back neck neatly with a knife in his hand. He was so powerful that he didn't look like an old man over sixty years old. Moreover, he didn't slash randomly. No matter the strength or angle, he was extremely precise. Perfect.

Mo Yinglan only felt his eyes go dark, and at the last moment of fainting, he thought, it turns out that a hand knife can really make people faint, and it's not a fake fabrication.