Seeing Song Lanyi's appearance, this demon man's heart jumped suddenly, and he had a hint of ominous premonition.

Just to hide the panic in his heart, he just sneered on his face, "Pretend." ”

When the words fell, she saw Song Lanyi press her eyebrows, and a big book appeared in her hand.

She held the big book lightly with both hands, and behind her was the blood-colored sun, the ruins of the broken walls, and the endless wilderness of corpses.

All of this has a bloody feel of rough violence.

The demon man's eyebrows jumped again, and he didn't care about putting on the posture of a third-grade powerhouse, so he directly took the lead.

However, Song Lanyi drew a picture of a yin and yang fish with one hand, and the black and white swimming fish, as if they were born with spiritual intelligence, slowly swam in mid-air, and forcibly blocked this move.

It is precisely because of this that Song Lanyi had a chance to breathe, and slowly recited:

"When I was drunk, I picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion."

Bang dang.

In the twilight quadrangle, in the heaven and earth, there was a snow-bright sword light, across the sky, like an extremely brilliant match, flashing away, and then quickly dissipated.

Faintly, everyone seemed to hear the pacing of an old man, which sounded on the vast plain.

The wind was strong, but mixed with the whining of horns.

The sound of the horn whimpered, like the helpless chant of a white-haired general, and like the tearful sound of a husband who came from all over the world.

On the desolate battlefield, with the recitation of this poem, there was a moment of stagnation.

Immediately after, the next line of poetry sounded again.

"Eight hundred miles under the command, fifty strings turn over the outside sound."

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

The clanging of the strings suddenly sounded, noisy and intricate, like a storm, and like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate.

Accompanied by gongs and drums, horns, boiling voices and even the sound of swords colliding, there is a kind of blood boiling, wanting to pick the head of the enemy army among thousands of troops.

At this time, the vision of heaven and earth had faintly appeared, the golden lotus on the ground was blooming, Song Lanyi's gait moved, and between a few flash steps, he was stunned to avoid several impacts.

The three-grade demon knew that he had encountered a hard bone.

But on the battlefield, in full view of everyone, a second of delay may result in a new difference.

He gritted his teeth, instead of seeing the poem that he didn't know whether it was "Zhenguo" or "Spreading the World" was born, it was better to take a dangerous move and subdue Song Lanyi first.

He shouted angrily, and behind him there was a vision of the bright moon shining in the nine heavens, and a full moon-like moon hung behind him, insignificant, as if with a divinity that could not be blasphemed.

But in Song Lanyi's eyes, the divine demon was shrouded in a layer of crimson light.

He's eaten human flesh!

Song Lanyi only felt that Lingjue was crazy and warned, as if in the next second, he would encounter an accident, and the blessings and misfortunes would be in an instant.

Subconsciously, Song Lanyi has been studying and studying the "Reincarnation Sealing Word Formula" in the dream space for so many days.

She bit the tip of her index finger, and saw that the red blood droplets did not disperse, popping out drop by drop, sliding along Song Lanyi's fingertips, gradually condensing in mid-air, and quickly constructing into an extremely ancient "seal" character.

"Seal the heart!"

The demon man only felt that at this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a kind of foggy state, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment of his birth, that kind of ignorance and unconsciousness.

However, it was a momentary trance that gave Song Lanyi a chance to fight back.

She was like a fluttering feather, tiptoeing to the ground, and retreated backwards.

At the same time, the second half of the poem was recited by her again:

"The horse-made Lu is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt."

"But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens! ”

(End of chapter)