I'm not a drama god

The farmer was stunned for a moment and immediately shook his head:

"I don't know. He hasn't appeared since you attacked the Wuji Realm...except for the Dao Foundation Secret Treasure he just sent."

"Disappeared..." Jian Changsheng seemed to be thinking, "Could it be that he was frightened by our momentum, knew that things were not going well, and ran away directly?"

"Impossible. After Wuji Jun left, this realm was supported by the domain of the Silver King. Now that the domain is still there, he must still be in this realm."

"A demigod-level warrior would not disappear for no reason." Ning Ruyu said meaningfully, "Unless... he was restrained by another demigod."

Hearing this, Chen Ling had an idea.

Chen Ling had already guessed who the other demigod Ning Ruyu was talking about was. If it was the Red King who had been secretly holding the Silver King back, then everything would make sense...

I don’t know what stage the battle between these two demigods has reached.

"...Can you hurry up?" The farmer felt the coldness of the gun muzzle between his eyebrows and said impatiently, "If you have anything to say, can't we talk about it after the fight?"

"……Feel sorry."

Chen Ling came to his senses and realized that the farmer was still being held in front of him, so he immediately pulled the trigger.

boom--!

The last [Yesterday] bullet was fired and shot directly into the farmer's mind. The latter's pupils became dilated and he lowered his head weakly, already immersed in the memory of yesterday.

At this time, Jiang Xiaohua had recovered the memories of the butcher and the scholar. She skillfully dragged the farmer away, placed him next to the corresponding memory owners, and began to cast the spell.

"Damn it..." The scholar slowly sat up from the ground. After he digested everything in his mind, his face was so gloomy that water could drip out of it. "The bastard Silver King... actually used this method to control us!"

Although the butcher standing by remained silent, one could already see veins bulging from his neck and his eyes were fierce and sinister.

They had originally carried the hope of the human world and ventured across the Forbidden Sea with the purpose of executing Wuji Jun, but they were actually played around by a thief... If it weren't for the intervention of the Dusk Society, they would have made a big mistake by now. This hatred made them angry and aggrieved, and they wished they could rush to the Silver King with swords and duel with him right now!

"There's one more thing." The scholar suddenly remembered something and turned to look at Ning Ruyu. "The Silver King sent people to place seven dirty bombs in the realm. If they were to explode, it would be very troublesome."

"Dirty bomb?"

Ning Ruyu was about to say something when a voice slowly sounded from a distance.

"The dirty bomb has also been dealt with."

I saw the 9 of Hearts and the 8 of Clubs walking out from the ruins. When everyone's eyes fell on the 9 of Hearts, they were all stunned... For some reason, the lips of the 9 of Hearts were now soaked in purple, thick and swollen, looking like a poisonous sausage.

"9 of Hearts, did you really poison your mouth?" Jin Fugui, who was still lying on the ground, asked in shock.

"Hey, isn't this the brother who was pretending to be a grandson in the tree just now..." Red Heart 9 glanced at the miserable Dusk members who had just been rescued by Ning Ruyu, and said sarcastically, "Do you know what you have in common with Pingyuan?"

Jin Fugui was confused, "What's the similarity?"

"No gravel, bro!"

Jin Fugui: ...

Jian Changsheng saw this scene from afar, and finally recovered. He spoke in surprise,

"The dirty bomb was solved, the Thief Saint was destroyed, and the Judgement Agent became ours... We won?!"

Now that the five Judgment Agents have recovered, plus the four [K]s from the Dusk Society, they already have nine eighth-level fighters, which is a very terrifying number... If they attack together, they can even sweep across almost all the remaining realms.

Not to mention that now in the Wuji Realm, there are only a group of leaderless fire usurpers left... Just as Chen Ling said, they had already controlled the entire battlefield before sunset.

"Heart! You are awesome..."

Jian Changsheng walked up to Chen Ling, and before he finished speaking, he froze in place.

A gust of cold wind blew across the land, blowing the hem of the bright red robe into a flutter. As "Chen Ling" gradually turned his head, a face made of overlapping red paper pieces was mostly blown away by the wind...

Jian Changsheng cried out in shock and took several steps back. Several eighth-level warriors around him also looked over here.

Chen Ling's body was seen floating in the wind, turning into red paper all over the sky, or like rolling red clouds. Tentacle-like red papers extended out from it, aimlessly grabbing at the surrounding ruins...

Faintly, a strange eye slowly opened in the red clouds.

"The breath of disaster..." The butcher frowned, a trace of murderous intent drifted from his eyes, "What's going on? Is this the backlash of the fused disaster?"

Chen Ling's sudden change made everyone present nervous, especially the several judges who directly activated the divine way and were ready to take action at any time!

"and many more!"

As soon as he broke free from the corner of the word "定", he immediately stood in front of several judges with a serious expression, "Junior brother has no ill intentions, he just lost control of his mind..."

"Mental loss of control?" Hongxiu, who had been silent all the time, seemed to recall something and was deep in thought.

If she remembered correctly, when the Aurora Realm was destroyed, Chen Ling seemed to have entered this "out of control" state, but she was not familiar with Chen Ling at the time, and she only saw from a distance that the other party's face changed crazily, and then inexplicably sang opera or something...

"He is on a twisted divine path. Every time he advances, he will fall into chaos." Chu Muyun's voice sounded calmly from behind, "It seems that he is about to advance to the fifth level..."

Zhao Yi watched this scene from afar, his brows furrowed, as if he was lost in thought:

"Twisted Shinto... promotion out of control? That's not right... this shouldn't be the case..."

The red cloud slowly rose among the ruins. As its tentacles passed by, the surrounding three-dimensional walls turned into flat images on paper. Unknowingly, a void had been cleared around the red cloud.

Faced with such an obvious aura of disaster, the farmer, the butcher and the scholar remained highly vigilant. Tian Huai also secretly called out the "box" that carried the puppet, ready to deal with any unexpected events at any time... and Ning Ruyu and others stood firmly in front of the out-of-control Chen Ling, emitting a faint aura to intimidate the several judges.

As for Han Meng, he did not react at all to Chen Ling turning into a red cloud monster. He just stood aside and watched Chen Ling calmly.

Finally, as a fifth-order aura rose from the red cloud monster, the fluttering pieces of paper intertwined into a figure in a bright red robe, falling straight backwards...