Chapter 65: The pen falls into a storm, and the poem becomes a weeping ghost and god (2)

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

Among those who appeared: the dead lived, and the living were almost dead.

Blame.

It's weird.

What exactly is true? What is Fake?

This trip to the secret realm...... It's like, it's like a dream!

Before they could start asking, the sluggish and stiff puppets suddenly turned into countless butterflies and scattered with a bang.

Then the butterfly turned into a wave of soup, and flew to the demon and human races, and turned into a human form again.

Then, the puppets began to attack their former compatriots with blank eyes.

The reason why these puppets are puppets is nothing more than that they have a bad heart and are eventually infected by the secret realm.

But the poor character does not mean that the strength is not good.

Moreover, with the help of Dream Butterfly, their steps and bodies became more and more elusive, and for a while, everyone had a sense of lack of skills.

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

After several battles, the human race gradually retreated to the palace, forming a circular gossip array.

Zhu Xu was about to lose his strength, retreated into the circle, he rubbed his wrists, wiped the blood from the corners of his eyes, and looked at his almost injured companions around him, showing a rare trace of confusion.

He knew he wasn't a good leader.

Here, his strength is not the strongest, and his resourcefulness is not the best.

And the reason why so many people follow him is nothing more than because he has the title of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

As for whether he really obeyed him...... Zhu Xulin was not sure.

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

He muttered, "Song Lanyi...... Where the hell have you gone......"

Damn, I can't hold it anymore, sir......

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

The girl sat on the shrine, looked at Zhu Xulin, held her chin with a smile, and sighed faintly, "The world is suffering, but the world always thinks that you can cross the river with a reed and come to the other side." As everyone knows, the world is a dream, and the other side ...... It's also a dream. ”

"It's okay......" She straightened up and walked down from the shrine step by step, her clothes fluttering, "Song Lanyi is about to die, since you are destined for her, then I will leave a way for you to live." ”

The girl who suddenly appeared attracted everyone's attention.

Even the moment she appeared, the puppets stopped all their movements as if they had been ordered to do so.

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

Song Lanyi...... Checkmate?

How is this possible?

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

When Zhu Xulin heard this, his body shook.

He stared at the girl, a series of questions gushing out like a volcano, "Who are you?" Why did Song Lanyi die? What did you do to her? We can have a way to live, but what about Song Lanyi? Why did she want to die? ”

The girl gave him a faint look and spat out a few words, "Noise." ”

She looked at her 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 life. ”

After speaking, she turned her head to look at everyone again, "In half an hour, the entire secret realm is about to dissipate in space. Once you are swept up in the turbulence of space, the possibility of escaping alive is almost none. ”

After speaking, she tugged at the corners of her lips, and her smile was a little cold, "If you want to escape, only one side of the human race and the demon race can live." ”

The scene fell silent.

The atmosphere couldn't help but fall into weirdness.

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

If they could live, who would want to die?

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

Compared with the human race, there are still some people who miss Song Lanyi, but the demon clan seems to be much more relaxed.

Song Lanyi is in trouble?

Great, this embryo killer is still dead!

Therefore, when the girl disappeared again and became above the clouds, gazing at the statue of a mortal god, the demon clan did not hesitate to take the initiative.

A Confucian student in the crowd wore a scarf and was dressed as a scholar.

The moment the demon man moved, he immediately shouted, "Husband, courage." One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. ”

As soon as these words came out, the haze in everyone's hearts suddenly disappeared, and many of the original hesitations and cowardice were now turned into courage, enthusiasm, and hard work.

Zhou Xi's sleeve robe was unfurled, and a wolf appeared in the palm of her hand, and she used the blood of the demon barbarian as the ink, and raised her pen to write in mid-air with a silver hook and iron painting.

I saw a line of poems appear in mid-air - "The pen fell into a storm, and the poem became a crying ghost." ”

Yun Ting sighed with a sad face, "Alas, this little junior sister didn't even recognize it, so she lost it." Master, can he do it? ”

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

The demon who was fighting with him on the other side saw the pile of rune paper, and his eyes were about to bulge out.

He didn't have a bad sense of knowing himself, but this kind of ...... who threw dozens of five thunder talismans at once

He really hadn't seen it.

Grandma drops, this way is too wild, right?

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

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

He found a knife out of nowhere, and when he raised his hand, he slid it on his wrist, and red blood suddenly gushed out.

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

It opened its eyes, and a dragon's groan that seemed to have crossed from the ancient desolation resounded throughout the world.

I saw a blood-colored five-clawed divine dragon suddenly appear at Zhu Xulin's feet, he stood on the dragon body with his hands in his hands, and the young man's face revealed a trace of coldness and domineering, and he had already seen the nobility of the heavens for the first time.

He stared at the demon below, opened his mouth and spat out a word, "Go-"

The dragon claw was suddenly suppressed, and at this moment, dozens of demon barbarians were all crushed into a piece of bloody mud.

It's just that after just doing this one action, the Divine Dragon Phantom under Zhu Xulin's feet showed signs of dissipation.

Zhu Xulin felt a sweetness in his throat, he swallowed the blood stiffly, and pretended to be casual.

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

Zhu Xulin didn't notice it for a while, and the talent qi in his body was exhausted, and he fell from mid-air and smashed heavily to the ground.

At the moment when the demon man killed him, everyone stepped forward and blocked in front of Zhu Xulin.