Every world I die young

But obviously, it was already too late, Shangguan Ce spoke too late, woke up too late, and his words were too feeble.

No matter how extraordinary Taoism talent Mo Yinglan possesses, it is still limited by age and experience.

There is no shortage of geniuses in this world.

No matter how amazing the talent is, if it dies halfway, people will at most feel sorry for being jealous of the talent for a while.

Shangguan Ce only felt blood red in front of his eyes, as if the thick blood light hurt his eyes, he closed his eyes, the corners of his eyes were red, the young man in black robe suddenly didn't move, just stood calmly on one side, looking at Shangguan with great interest Policy.

Shangguan Ce ignored him, but knelt on the ground by himself, his whole being trapped in his own thinking world, completely ignoring the outside world.

The black-robed youth didn't take the opportunity to attack. Shangguan Ce didn't know what he wanted to do, and he didn't want to take care of it.

He raised his head, and for a long time, a scarlet oozes from the corner of his eyes, and tears of blood flowed down his face.

The black-robed young man was a little surprised. The ghost clan did not shed tears, no matter how painful and desperate they were, they would never shed tears.

But Shangguan Ce's current situation seemed to be a little wrong. The black-robed youth narrowed his eyes, and the ghost aura flowed from his fingertips. He carefully sensed the ghost aura belonging to Shangguan Ce in the air around him.

Shangguan Ce pretended unintentionally, and the black-robed youth easily felt that the ghost aura in his whole body was replaced and washed by pure soul power.

The young man in black suddenly realized that he had noticed that Shangguan Ce's strength had dropped drastically before, so he dared to act unscrupulously, but he never found out the reason.

He was indeed crazy. He was hiding in the shadow of Deng Zepan before, and felt that Shangguan Ce took out the ghost pill that belonged to him that he had left in Mo Yinglan's body.

He thought it was because Shangguan Ce was aware of his existence and planned to eradicate him completely in one fell swoop. Under the restlessness, he forgot to cover up his ghost energy fluctuations for a moment, and Shangguan Ce discovered his whereabouts.

The pain of the last time he almost lost his soul was vivid in his memory, and the first reaction of the black-robed youth was to run away.

However, when he let go of his perception and was about to put all his eggs in one basket, he unexpectedly found that Shangguan Ce's aura was unstable, and his ghost aura was also chaotic, as if he had been severely injured.

In fact, this is indeed the case. Ghost energy can be said to be the most yin thing in the world, an aggregation of filthy energy, hostile energy and resentment energy, and the pure soul power is peaceful and extremely pure.

The so-called extermination of ghosts, the final stage is to extract yang energy and ghost qi to fight against each other, and wipe out ghost qi in mutual conflict. Without the protection of ghost qi, ghosts will be completely eliminated by the laws of heaven and earth.

But this pure soul power possesses the power of purification, which can purify the filth. If the soul power is enough and pure enough, no matter how filthy a ghost is, it can be purified into a living soul and have the chance of reincarnation again.

The black-robed youth stared at Shangguan Ce. He actually wanted to abandon his monstrous cultivation and reincarnate after suffering all kinds of hardships, and he was reincarnated as a mortal. Because his soul wasted too much, he would not even be reincarnated as a healthy person.

But why?

This is obviously extremely uneconomical. The cultivation base of the above official policy can almost reach the level of the same life as the world, why should he do this.

The young man in black turned his gaze to Mo Yinglan again, and suddenly Fu Ling felt that Shangguan Ce was for him, and he wanted to be with Mo Yinglan as a living person.

However, it was too late, just like the idiot's lament in the play.

I am not born, but I am old.

Even if Shangguan Ce is reincarnated smoothly, by the time he reaches adulthood, Mo Yinglan may already be middle-aged, and there is even a possibility that his children and grandchildren will enjoy the family.

The missed time cannot be caught up no matter what.

And didn't he want to revive Yang Juan before?Could it be that she fell in love with Mo Yinglan because she failed and retreated to the next best thing.

The young man in black really couldn't understand what Shangguan Ce was thinking. He shook his head and stopped paying attention to Shangguan Ce's thoughts. He brazenly snatched away the angel who saved him back then, and they were doomed to live forever.

What's more, the existence of Shangguan Ce was the source of his life's pain. When he was young, he huddled in the corner of the palace for the first time, and peeked at the very familiar side face of the majestic little Shangguan Ce.

After eavesdropping on the words of admiration of several court ladies who followed the little Shangguan Ce secretly by the palace wall, and inadvertently whispering, it was revealed that twins are a taboo tradition.

He then understood why he was in a difficult situation, and why he couldn't see the light. He had no ability to protect himself. He could only wait until the little maid left and crawled back to his safe haven - a dark and damp cellar in the depths of the cold palace. .

Shangguan Ce is like his old enemy, their birth is destined to kill each other.

The black-robed young man's hands were clawed. Just because of a choice, Shangguan Ce became the golden prince and noble prince, but he was a monster who would be killed immediately if he showed his face. He didn't even have a name of his own.

How unfair and absurd this is.

Shangguan Tse opened his eyes violently, blood dripped from his pupils, his broken body had spread to his thighs, and his lower body had completely disappeared, but if he looked carefully, he could still see two blurry lines under the non-stop turning hem of his clothes. Legs, this is the pure soul.

This is an almost cruel transformation. Not only does it lose its powerful power, it can be slaughtered by others at any time, but it also endures the forcible stripping of the ghost energy that is entangled with its soul. The pain is unimaginable.

Shangguan Ce seemed to finally feel the piercing pain, his exquisite face became ferocious, blood dripped from his eyes, and his long hair was scattered behind his head. At this moment, he looked like a ghost more than ever.

Lose your mind, lose your judgment, and let yourself sink into the desire to kill and tyranny.

At this moment, all the strength in his body became violent, but in a flash, he released the last splendor of life to his heart's content.

The pupils of the black-robed youth shrank suddenly, and the extreme sense of crisis made him almost lose his position. He crazily restrained his own ghost energy, intending to hide in Deng Zepan's body.

However, under the folds of Deng Zepan's chest, a dazzling golden light suddenly exploded, and most of the golden light rushed into Deng Zepan's body.

The black-robed youth felt his whole body was burning hot. After a scream, a ball of ghost aura was pushed out of Deng Zepan's body by the golden light, and he faced the berserk ghost aura of Shangshangguan Ce without any suspense.

A silent explosion and an invisible air wave swept across the entire mansion in an instant.

The body quickly began to collapse, and in a flash, only half of the face was left. Before the remnant body was completely wiped out, Shangguan Ce turned his head and looked softly at the golden light that was gradually extinguishing on the chest of Deng Zepan, who was lying on the ground.

The corners of his mouth slowly turned up, he was really different from Yang Juan, even if he was in a desperate situation, even if he was going to die, he would never die meaninglessly.

This is the person I love deeply.

The dust is flying, and the mansion has regained its tranquility. It is the season when the grass grows and the warblers fly. In the exquisite mansion, it seems that nothing has happened.

A cleaning waiter in the back kitchen raised his head and looked around. He scratched his head. He didn't know if it was his own illusion. He always felt that the small kitchen suddenly brightened up. The feeling is swept away.

It was as if all the filth was swept away overnight, and it was so clean that it was unbelievable.