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

Chapter 412 Troubled times rise, the flames disperse, ancient and modern heroes!

The moment this sound sounded, a monster with a third eye on his forehead, wearing a golden scale suit, and looking rich and mighty jumped out.

He looked annoyed, obviously he didn't expect that under his shock, there were actually two human thieves who dared to run into the Canghai Tower to carry out robbery.

Is this money grabbing?

Is it a human being?

This is clearly his face!

Just when he was about to make a move, an old man with a white beard walked over.

He didn't know when a whisk appeared in his hand, and with a flick of the whisk, the white silk was tightly entwined around the body of the three-eyed monster like a willow that swelled in the wind.

Seeing Fuchen, the monster race suddenly changed its expression, and said, "This Fuchen belongs to my Canghai Tower."

Qingxu laughed, "Your whisk is really good, but it will be mine in the next second."

The three-eyed monster lost its voice.

It seems that I have never seen such a brazen person.

He wanted to speak out to refute, 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 chilly sound of the wind made the hairs on his back stand on end.

He wanted to turn around, but his body was controlled by the silk thread of the whisk.

The cold light of the sword pierced through the silent Canghai Tower, like the moonlight on a snowy night, revealing a sense of splendor in its brightness.

The sword light fell.

There was a bone crack.

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

This head is none other than the three-eyed monster.

Inside the Canghai Tower, the air seemed to be stagnant.

Yaoman looked up subconsciously, and saw a bearded, dejected swordsman with a sword in his hand.

When the three-eyed monster revealed its original form after its death, there seemed to be a flash of light in the eyes of this decadent swordsman.

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

In his hands, the wings that are several meters wide can be easily held up with one hand without any effort.

A group of five elements of fire emerged from his hands out of thin air.

Then, holding the short sword, he plucked, skinned, and cramped the monster's wings in a flowing manner.

The wings, just under the baking of the flame, gradually ooze oil, exuding a charming fragrance, golden skin, and sizzling oil flowers.

Song Lanyi couldn't help shrugging his nose even though he wished he could become a centipede and was collecting supplies everywhere.

Although she doesn't eat Yaoman meat, she has to admit...it's really delicious.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Mr. Xiao raised his wings... and started to eat.

What he did was like throwing a zeolite into a hot pot.

All of a sudden, many demons and barbarians rushed to attack Xiao Liping with all kinds of tricks.

All kinds of innate supernatural powers, even the brilliance of colorful spells, and the physical body bursting through the air, all appeared in the entire space together.

Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu were very busy.

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

With 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 monsters who also quietly acted.

Until the chaos in the Canghai Tower was discovered by the first-rank monster clan guarding the place, Xiao Liping pulled the front leg of a wild bull, carried it on his shoulder, and strode away.

Before leaving, he did not forget to yell, "The wind is tight, blah blah!"

Zhu Mingshu held the long knife horizontally in his hand, the tip of the knife was slightly slanted, her beautiful eyes were full of evil, and she let out a loud chirp, where the blade passed, her head rolled.

All of a sudden, none of the monster races that stayed on the first floor could steal their edge.

Youman groaned secretly in his heart, and then turned his attention to Song Lanyi.

The big ones won't work, but the small ones will work, right?

This guy looks thin and small, like a soft persimmon.

It's just that although Song Lanyi's practice time is short, the mystery of "Return to the Market" is boundless, and various methods in it are almost endless.

Seeing that Song Lanyi did not know what moves, her whole body became slightly illusory, and she couldn't see her face clearly. Among the knives, guns, swords and halberds, like a shadow like thick ink, she directly passed through those weapons and returned to the By the side of Daoist Qingxu and others.

The monsters were stunned, and immediately realized that the two people of the human race seemed to be helpless, but no matter from the means they used to fight against the enemy, or the courage to loot the Canghai Tower, these two people were not at all. normal person.

After careful observation, a voice suddenly sounded from among the group of demons who were attacking Song Lanyi and the others:
"They are not ordinary humans at all! Those people all escaped from the water dungeon, and those two women are still a big deal!"

The Yaozu were in an uproar!

A mere proton dares to act presumptuously in the Canghai Building!

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

It's just that when the owner of Canghai Tower touched the corner of Qingxu's clothes, Qingxu suddenly let out a soft snort.

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

With a shake of his big sleeve, he spread his five fingers like a mountain, and took Song Lanyi and Zhu Mingshu into the palm of his hand. Then he laughed and left a prophecy:
"Troubled times arose, and the flames of war scattered, how many ancient and modern heroes bowed down for the country!"

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

Only the owner of the Canghai Building was left, standing in place, the light in his eyes was uncertain.

Troubled times...

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

There was severe drought in the north and floods in the south, and there was a Jingguan in the western Buddhist country, which became a place where the souls of the dead were buried.

The East China Sea of ​​the Human Race is even more prone to tsunamis and earthquakes.

All kinds of signs seem to indicate that...

This world has changed.

　Don't add me to qq in the future, I'm tired...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)