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

Chapter 371 Ending the affairs of the king!
Seeing Song Lanyi's appearance, the Yaoman's heart skipped a beat, and he even had an ominous premonition.

Just to cover up the panic in his heart, he just sneered, "Pretending."

As soon as the words fell, Song Lanyi pressed the center of her eyebrows, and a large book appeared in her hand.

She held the big book lightly in both hands, and behind her was the bloody setting sun, ruined walls and ruins, and an endless wilderness of corpses.

All of this has a bloody sense of rough violence.

Yaoman's eyebrows twitched again, and he didn't care about putting on the posture of a third-rank powerhouse, so he directly preemptively struck.

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

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

"Looking at the sword while drunk, I dreamed of blowing the corner of the company."

bang.

In the twilight, in the sky and the earth, there was a bright sword light that traversed the sky, like an extremely gorgeous horse, which disappeared in a flash, and then quickly dissipated.

Faintly, everyone seemed to hear the pacing of an old man, resounding on the huge plain.

The sound of the wind was strong, but it was mixed with the humming of horns.

The sound of the horn sobbed, like the helpless long chant of the white-haired general, and like the xun sound played by the tearful Zhengfu who came from thousands of miles away.

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

Immediately afterwards, the next line of poetry sounded again.

"Eight hundred miles of fire under the command, and the sound of fifty strings turning outside the fortress."

"Autumn soldiers on the battlefield."

The clang of the strings suddenly sounded, noisy and mixed, like a gust of wind and rain, or like big pearls and small pearls falling on a jade plate.

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

At this time, the vision of heaven and earth had faintly appeared, golden lotuses bloomed on the ground, Song Lanyi moved his steps, and between a few quick steps, he dodged several impacts in a daze.

The third-rank Yaoman knew that he had encountered a tough bone.

But on the battlefield, under the watchful eyes of everyone, if you delay for a second, new mistakes may occur.

He gritted his teeth, instead of witnessing the birth of the poem that he didn't know whether it was "Zhen Guo" or "Preaching the World", it would be better for the soldiers to make a dangerous move and subdue Song Lanyi first.

He yelled angrily, and there was a vision of a bright moon shining in the nine heavens rising behind him, and a full moon-shaped moon hung behind him, vague and indistinct, as if carrying a kind of divinity that could not be desecrated.

But in Song Lanyi's eyes, that divine monster was shrouded in a deep red light.

He—has eaten human flesh!
Song Lanyi only felt that the spiritual sense was crazily warning, as if something unexpected would happen in the next second, and disasters and fortunes were all in the blink of an eye.

Subconsciously, Song Lanyi has been studying and studying the "Samsara Sealing Art" in the dream space for so many days.

She bit the tip of her index finger, and saw the dark red blood dripping out drop by drop, sliding along Song Lanyi's fingertips, gradually stagnating in mid-air, and quickly forming an extremely ancient "seal" Character.

"Seal heart!"

The Yaoman only felt that at this moment, he seemed to have fallen into a kind of bewilderment, and in a trance, he seemed to have returned to the moment of his first birth, that ignorant appearance.

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

Like a fluttering feather, she tiptoed to the ground and retreated violently.

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

"The horse made Lu Feifei, the bow is like a thunderbolt."

"However, the king's affairs in the world have won the name before and after his life. It's a pity that it happened in vain!"

(End of this chapter)