The heroine engages in introversion in another world and saves herself from becoming a big boss

Chapter 67 The pen falls in the storm, and the poem turns into weeping ghosts and gods (2)

When Hu Ming and others appeared, both the demon race and the human race were in chaos in front of the palace.

Among the people who appeared: the dead were alive, and the living were almost dead.

Strange.

So weird.

What is true? What is false?

This trip to the secret realm... was simply like a dream!

Before they could start asking, those puppets with dull expressions and stiff movements suddenly turned into countless butterflies and dispersed with a bang.

Then the butterfly turned into a mighty wave, and quickly flew to the demon and human races, turning into human form again.

Then, those puppets began to attack their former compatriots with dull eyes.

The reason why these puppets are puppets is simply because they have bad character and were eventually infected by the secret realm.

But a poor character does not mean a lack of strength.

Furthermore, with the help of Mengdie, their steps and figures became increasingly unpredictable, and for a moment, everyone felt as if they were all out of their depth.

After several fierce battles, in the secret realm, it turned from dark to dawn, and from dawn to dark.

After several battles, the human race gradually retreated into the palace, forming a circular Bagua formation.

Zhu Xu lost strength before the battle and retreated into the circle. He rubbed his wrists and wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes. He looked at almost all of his wounded companions around him, showing a rare trace of confusion.

He knows that he is not a very good leader.

Here, his strength is not the strongest, nor is his resourcefulness the most outstanding.

And the reason why so many people follow him is simply because he holds the title of His Royal Highness.

As for whether he really obeyed him... Zhu Xulin wasn't sure.

He lowered his head, his eyes full of exhaustion and weariness.

He murmured, "Song Lanyi...where have you gone..."

Damn it, I can’t hold it any longer...

When he said the name Song Lanyi, Zhu Xulin didn't notice that the statue behind him suddenly opened its eyes.

The girl sat on the shrine, looked at Zhu Xulin, held her chin up with a half-smile, and sighed quietly, "The world is full of hardships, but people always think that they can cross the river with a reed and reach the other side. As everyone knows, this world is just a dream.

The other shore...is also a dream."

"Forget it..." She straightened up and walked down from the shrine step by step, her clothes flowing gracefully, "Song Lanyi is about to die. Since you are destined to her, I will leave a way for you to survive."

The girl suddenly appeared and attracted everyone's attention.

Even the moment she appeared, the puppets seemed to have received orders and stopped all movements.

However, as soon as the girl's words were spoken, the demon and the human race were stunned.

Song Lanyi...will die?

How can this be?

This man even dared to rob Canghai Tower, and now he is going to die in this secret realm?

Zhu Xulin swayed when he heard this.

He stared at the girl, and a series of questions spewed out like a volcano, "Who are you? Why did Song Lanyi die? What did you do to her? We can survive, but what about Song Lanyi?"

Why should she die?"

The girl looked at him lightly and uttered a few words, "Noisy."

She lowered her eyes and said softly, "Even if you all die, what does it have to do with me. Song Lanyi is going to die just because she can't escape her fate."

After saying that, she turned to look at everyone, "In half an hour, the entire secret realm will disappear in space. Once you are involved in the turbulence of space, the possibility of escaping alive is almost impossible."

After speaking, she twitched the corners of her lips and smiled a little coldly, "If you want to escape, only one of the human race or the demon race can survive."

The scene fell into silence.

The atmosphere couldn't help but fall into a strange state.

Even though they knew that this was the mysterious girl's intention to sow discord, everyone was still inevitably moved.

If you can live, who would want to die?

And judging from the current situation, this so-called inheritance of saints is simply a scam.

Compared to the human race where some people still miss Song Lanyi, the demon race seems much more relaxed.

Song Lanyi is in trouble?

Great, this embryo-killer is better off dead!

Therefore, when the girl disappeared again and became a statue above the clouds, staring at mortals, the demon clan took the initiative without hesitation.

There was a Confucian scholar in the crowd, wearing a silk scarf on his head and dressed like a scholar.

The moment Yaoman set off, he immediately said, "Fighting requires courage. One burst of strength will weaken again, and three times it will be exhausted."

As soon as these words came out, the gloom in everyone's minds suddenly disappeared, and all the hesitation and timidity they had originally had turned into courage, passion, and hard work.

Zhou Xi unfolded her sleeves, and a wolf hair appeared in the palm of her hand. She used the demon's blood as ink, and raised her pen to write large, vigorous characters in mid-air that were like silver hooks and iron paintings.

I saw a line of poetry appearing in mid-air - "The pen fell in the storm, and the poem became the weeping ghosts and gods."

Yunting sighed sadly, "Oh, this little junior sister was lost without even recognizing her. Master, can he do it?"

While muttering, he reluctantly took out a thick stack of talisman papers.

The demon man who was fighting against him on the opposite side almost had his eyes bulging out when he saw the stack of talisman papers.

He asked himself that his knowledge was not bad, but throwing dozens of Five Thunder Talismans at once...

He really hasn't seen it before.

Grandma, isn’t this road a little too wild?

Seeing this, Zhu Xulin suppressed the irritability and worry in his heart, and simply became cruel and tore open the robe on his chest.

I saw an ink-colored divine dragon entrenched on his chest. It looked like it was showing its teeth and claws, which was somewhat consistent with Zhu Xulin's temperament.

He found a small knife from nowhere, raised his hand and slid it on his wrist, and bright red blood suddenly spurted out.

The color of blood covered the original ink color of the dragon, especially when a drop of blood dripped on the eyes of the dragon head, the dragon seemed to come alive in an instant.

It opened its eyes, and a dragon's roar that seemed to come from ancient times resounded throughout the world.

Suddenly, a bloody five-clawed divine dragon appeared under Zhu Xulin's feet. He stood on the dragon's body with his hands behind his hands. The young man's face showed a hint of coldness and domineering, and he had already seen the nobility of Tianhuang nobles for the first time.

He stared at the monster below, opened his mouth and uttered one word, "Go -"

The dragon's claws suddenly pressed down, and at that moment, dozens of monsters were crushed into bloody mud.

However, after just completing this action, the phantom of the divine dragon at Zhu Xulin's feet showed signs of dispersion.

Zhu Xulin felt a sweetness in his throat. He swallowed the blood forcefully and pretended to be nonchalant.

Below, Brother Qing sneered, and with the help of his body strength, he briefly stepped up into the air and exchanged hands with Zhu Xulin.

Zhu Xulin didn't notice for a moment, and the energy in his body was exhausted. He fell from the air and hit the ground heavily.

At the moment when the demon barbarian was charging towards him, everyone stepped forward and stood in front of Zhu Xulin.

The second update today. I just finished eating and am ready to start the third chapter.

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