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

Chapter 167 The dream master takes action, fate changes (2)

At this time, a dark vortex gradually appeared in the center of the thundercloud.

Song Lanyi vaguely felt a great crisis from within this vortex.

Holding the Yin-Yang Liangyi Sword Formation in her hand, she stared intently at the vortex in the thundercloud.

At this moment, she suddenly felt chills all over her body, and the skin on her body felt a tingling sensation of being pricked by needles, as if... a catastrophe would be imminent in the next second.

In the thunder cloud, a figure gradually appeared.

What makes Song Lanyi's heart chill the most is that... this figure... looks exactly like her.

There is no difference in facial features or body shape.

If you insist on the difference between the two... At most, Song Lanyi's temperament is more lively and energetic, full of a natural sense of wild beauty.

As for the figure walking out of the thunder cloud, his brows and eyes were full of bookishness, elegant and modest at the same time, it was unavoidable that there was a sense of otherworldliness, and it seemed that he was not easy to get close to.

The figure was condescending, looking down at Song Lanyi, "If you don't follow the avenue, why do you follow the path of a demon?"

Song Lanyi looked puzzled, "What is the way of the demon?"

The figure spoke again, "Steal the Dao pattern of the sky, and make it the way of the demon."

Song Lanyi's doubts eased slightly, "Then what is the Dao?"

"Given by the way of heaven, it is the way."

Song Lanyi understood.

This is equivalent to, if you practice the demon way, you will have a chance to become the boss.

As for cultivating the Dao, he will always be the younger brother of the Heavenly Dao, and can only accept the charity of the Heavenly Dao to become stronger.

But even so, Song Lanyi still had one last doubt in his heart.

"Nowadays, you are a monster, do you cultivate the way of the monster or the way?"

Hearing this question, the figure in the vortex lowered its head slightly, looked at Song Lanyi, and said calmly, "How can a barbarian be a demon?"

Song Lanyi was stunned.

During the back and forth conversations, the figure seemed to develop a little wit and sanity, and became a little impatient.

She turned her wrist lightly, and an identical Yin-Yang Liangyi sword array appeared in her palm.

She pointed at Song Lanyi with her sword, "Abandon the way of demons and walk the way, I will crown you."

Hearing this, Song Lanyi raised his head and laughed loudly, "If the sky doesn't give it to me, I'll take it myself! I, Song Lanyi, want what I want, and I can only get it with my own hands. I never knelt down and begged others for alms." share!"

Even if this "person"... is heaven!
The pupils of the figure of the Dao of Heaven in the vortex rotated, as if they wanted to see the secret behind Song Lanyi through Song Lanyi.

In the previous thunder and punishment, it never said much, but this time... it still couldn't help saying, "Take the road, and a saint can be expected."

Song Lanyi suddenly raised his head, smiled contemptuously, and asked, "What if you walk the way of a demon?"

The figure lowered its eyelids, and there was no wave in its eyes. It looked at Song Lanyi, as if looking at an insect that could be crushed to death at any time.

"Monster, die!"

At this moment, needless to say, Song Lanyi already understood his choice.

The two figures confronted each other, and the moment the two almost identical yin and yang formations collided, the sword formation in Song Lanyi's hand was the first to split.

The figure chuckled, "Nine infants were born and raised in heaven and earth, and the dao patterns on their bodies were all stolen from the heavenly dao. To be honest, I am the real master of the dao patterns. You are just a thief, no matter how talented you are, Horror, how can you understand Dao patterns better than me in such a short period of time?"

Hearing this, Song Lanyi was not angry, but nodded seriously, with a serious expression, "You are right...but who said that I must use the Liangyi Yin-Yang array to fight against the enemy?"

She smiled slightly, blinked her right eye, and a purple butterfly flew out from the depths of her pupil.

The moment the purple butterfly appeared, the whole world seemed to be filled with a layer of thick mist, giving a feeling of illusion.

Every time the butterfly flaps its wings, it seems to cut through the space and shuttle away.

Song Lanyi walked slowly towards the figure, and every time she took a step, her stature would become a little shorter, and even her waist-length hair on the back was slowly rendered into lavender by the power of the dream.

Her figure is erratic, as if she is in the boundary between real and fake.

At this moment, she is almost exactly the same as the dream master in the secret realm that day!
She walked away casually, muttering the song that day in the secret realm:
"In the flick of the finger on Xianlu, hidden in Qiankun's sleeve..."

"For three thousand years, I walk alone on the road..."

"If you ask about the fairy road, a dream will come alive..."

Seeing this scene, the expression of Tiandao Projection, which was originally a sure winner, suddenly changed. It seemed to recall something, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

"Song Lanyi" looked up at the projection of Tiandao.

A look of vicissitudes that did not match the appearance appeared on the immature face, "she" sighed softly, and said with emotion, "God, you are still the same as before..."

After Tiandao Projection heard this sentence, it calmed down, "You couldn't beat me back then, and you still can't beat me now!"

"Really?" "Song Lanyi" shook his head and laughed, "But now you are bound by rules."

After finishing speaking, "she" didn't say any more, but smiled directly at the flower, and a touch of lotus candle flickered, turning into little sparks, floating towards the projection of heaven.

When the candlelight touched the hem of the shirt transformed by the projection of the Heavenly Dao, he could only endure the pain of being burned by the candlelight like a mortal.

Just outside the battlefield, Pu Song and Mrs. Wen looked at the scene solemnly.

To be precise, Pu Song's face should be serious, and Mrs. Wen's face is more... blank.

She was a little puzzled, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, even if this candle is a real fire from the sun, it is not so difficult to extinguish, right? With the method of thunder and punishment, why can't it survive these tricks?"

Pu Song shook his head slightly, "This fire is the fire of nothingness, which exists on the boundary between truth and falsehood. When you want to extinguish it, it is nothingness. When it wants to burn you, it is real. Tell me, how do you get rid of this?"

Rao Yiwen's disposition, at this moment, still couldn't help but be speechless.

In this world, is there such a rogue-like magic fire?

At the moment when the Dao projection gradually faded away, the dream master had his hands behind his back, his purple hair fluttering in the wind, and the hair brushed her eyebrows, and there was an indescribable sense of right and wrong.

She looked up at the sky, her eyes were complicated, "The great way has no fruit, and another demon way... The fate of this fruit has changed again... What will happen to the ending?"

After saying this, she slowly closed her eyes, silent as if petrified.

After a while, when the real Song Lanyi opened her eyes again, the first thing she saw was thousands of thunderbolts hitting her head.

At this critical moment, a flash of inspiration seemed to flash in her mind, and she opened her mouth to swallow.

Under the influence of certain rules, those thunders were directly swallowed by her into her stomach, turning into streams of warm thunder liquid.

When the Thunder Tribulation Liquid spread to all the limbs and bones, it continuously discharged the impurities in her body, making a roar like thunder.

After several thunderclaps, the thunderclouds in the sky began to gradually dissipate.

But Song Lanyi only felt that there was a sense of exhaustion emanating from the depths of his soul that began to spread.

She closed her eyes, closed them, and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)