The moment this voice sounded, I saw a demon clan with a third eye, wearing a golden scale suit, looking rich and mighty, jumping out.

His face was annoyed, obviously he didn't expect that under his own shock, there were actually two human thieves who dared to run to the Canghai Tower to rob him.

Is this a robbery of money?

Is this hitting a person?

It's clearly his face!

It's just that the moment he wanted to make a move, an old man with a white beard fluttered up.

I don't know when a handful of dust appeared in his hand, and when the dust was flicked, the white silk was like a wicker rising in the wind, wrapped around the body of the three-eyed demon clan.

When the demon clan saw the dust, his face changed suddenly, and his eyes were about to split, "This dust is my thing in the sea building."

Qingxu smiled, "Your dust is really good, but the next second will be mine."

The Three-Eyed Demon Clan lost their voices.

It's as if I've never seen such a brazen person.

He was about to argue, but the moment he opened his mouth, the tips of his ears moved slightly, and he keenly heard the strong wind coming from behind.

The cold sound of the wind carried a chill, making the hairs on his back stand on end.

He wanted to turn around, but his body was already controlled by the silk threads of the dust.

The sword light revealing the cold light pierced the silent Canghai Tower, like the moonlight under the snowy night, revealing a sense of tranquility in the brightness.

The sword light fell.

A crack in the bones.

Immediately after, a huge human head fell to the ground with a grunt.

This head is none other than the Three-Eyed Demon Clan.

Inside the sea building, the air seemed to be stagnant.

The demon man subconsciously looked up, and saw a swordsman with a scruffy beard and a depressed face, with a sword flower in his hand slightly raised.

When the prototype of the three-eyed demon was revealed after his death, the decadent swordsman's eyes seemed to have a flash of light.

He raised his wrist lightly, raised his sword, and directly cut off the wings of the three-eyed demon barbarian.

In his hands, wings several meters wide can be easily lifted with one hand without much effort.

A fire of the five elements burst out of thin air from his hands.

Then, with a short sword, he plucked the wings of the demon barbarian, peeled them, and cramped them in a flowing manner.

These wings, under the roasting of the flames, gradually ooze oil, exuding a charming fragrance, golden skin, and sizzling oil flowers.

Even if Song Lanyi wanted to turn into a centipede essence and collect supplies everywhere, he couldn't help but shrug his nose.

Although she doesn't eat demon meat, she has to admit it...... It's so fragrant.

Old Man Xiao raised his wings directly in front of everyone...... Just start eating.

His approach is like putting a zeolite in a hot pan.

Suddenly, many demons and barbarians came up with blood, and they used all kinds of tricks to attack Xiao Liping together.

All kinds of talents, supernatural powers, and even colorful magic brilliance, the flesh body burst through the air, and they all appeared in the entire space.

Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu are very busy.

They shuttled through the chaotic demon clan, taking the opportunity to sweep up a large amount of supplies.

Under the fierce battle between the two sides, the situation became more and more chaotic.

In addition to Song Lanyi and others, there are also a group of demon clans who also quietly took action.

Until the chaos of Canghailou, the Yipin demon clan guarding this place was discovered, Xiao Li pulled the front leg of a wild bull flatly, carried it on his shoulder, and strode away with a meteor.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to shout, "The wind is tight, huh!" ”

Zhu Mingshu's long knife shook his hand horizontally, the tip of the knife was slightly oblique, his beautiful eyes were full of anger, and with a clear sound, where the blade passed, his head was rolling.

All of a sudden, the demon clan that stayed on the first layer did not have anyone who could rob its edge.

The demon man secretly complained in his heart, and set his eyes on Song Lanyi again.

The big ones can't do it, but the small ones are always okay, right?

This guy looks skinny and small, and it seems to be a soft persimmon.

It's just that although Song Lanyi's cultivation time is short, the mystery of "Returning to the Ruins" is boundless, and all kinds of methods in it are almost endless.

Seeing that Song Lanyi didn't know what moves she had made, her whole body was slightly illusory, and she couldn't see her face clearly, and in the crowd of swords, guns, swords, and halberds, it was like a shadow like thick ink, and she directly passed through those weapons, and suddenly returned to the side of Qingxu Daoist and others.

The demons were stunned, and immediately reacted violently, these two Terrans seemed to be destitute and helpless, but whether it was from the means of the two of them against the enemy, or the courage of the ransacking of Canghai Tower this time, these two people were not ordinary people at all.

After careful observation, among the demons who killed Song Lanyi and the others, a voice suddenly sounded:

"They're not ordinary Terrans at all! Those people all escaped from the water prison, and those two women are still big dry protons! ”

The demon clan is in an uproar!

Just protons, dare to be presumptuous in the sea building!

What's the difference between this and digging up their ancestral graves?!

It's just that when the owner of Canghai Mansion touched the corner of Qingxu's old clothes, Qingxu suddenly sneered.

The compass in his hand fluctuated rapidly, and the imprints containing the philosophy of time and space emerged from his side.

His big sleeves shook, his five fingers opened, like a mountain, and he took Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu into the palm of his hand, and then laughed, leaving a proverb:

"Since the troubled times, the wolf smoke has dispersed, how many ancient and modern heroes have bent their waists for the country!"

After speaking, his body was like a puff of green smoke, faintly drifting away.

Only the owner of Canghai Mansion remained, standing in place, the light in his eyes was uncertain.

Gone......

Hearing this word, he couldn't help but think back to the information he had gathered in recent days.

There was a great drought in the north and a flood in the south, and the western Buddhist country actually appeared in a Beijing view, becoming a place where the souls of the dead are buried.

The East China Sea of the Terran race is full of tsunamis and earthquakes.

All kinds of signs seem to be indicating......

The way of the world has changed.

After QQ, don't add me personally, I'm tired......

(End of chapter)