I'm not a drama god

Zhao Yi's voice passed through the curtain and echoed on the stage.

In the chaotic battlefield, Chen Ling, who was already on the verge of his limit, heard this voice and his blurred consciousness returned to clarity. He knocked over the audience in front of him with a punch, then stood precariously in place, looking towards the direction of the curtain.

"Zhao Yi..." Chen Ling muttered to himself.

"According to the latest fusion theory, the similarity between humans and Disaster in biological DNA is 47.83%, which is only 1% higher than yeast. So in terms of the physical body, we are very different from Disaster... But research has found that Disaster also releases brain waves similar to human consciousness, and the overlap is as high as 95%."

"This means that under certain conditions, humans can become entangled in consciousness with disasters, and may even be able to completely replace the consciousness of disasters!"

"And this process is called [Destroying Evil] in the fusion school's doctrine!"

Zhao Yi's voice was extremely loud. Although Chen Ling did not quite understand the first half, when he heard "consciousness entangled with the disaster" and "it is possible to completely replace the disaster's consciousness", his eyes lit up with a glimmer.

This was the first time Chen Ling heard of the term "Zhan Sha", but it seemed that the theory of the fusion school was very similar to the predicament he was in.

Chen Ling was highly focused.

Just when he was about to listen carefully to Zhao Yi's words about beheading the evil spirit, the "ridicule disaster" outside the curtain disappeared directly, and a red afterimage crossed over Jian Changsheng's sea of ​​murderous aura, and was about to attack the noisy "fly" that appeared inexplicably through the air.

"Holy Son, be careful!!"

Even though Skeleton Wolf was alert enough, he still couldn't keep up with the speed of the mocking disaster. By the time he shouted this sentence, it was too late...

The red papers all over the sky suddenly twisted and rolled towards Zhao Yi's face from all directions. A ferocious mouth opened at the end of each piece of red paper, as if it was given life, and it bit madly!

boom--! !

A murderous sword light almost brushed past Zhao Yi's body!

The dark murderous aura danced like flames in the night sky, like a curtain wall falling from the sky, isolating Zhao Yi from all the red paper. At the same time, a residual shadow swung a sword into the void, and a black shadow holding a big red paper umbrella was outlined...

"Chao Zai, you've got the wrong person." Jian Changsheng gritted his teeth and laughed, "I'm not dead yet!"

The "figure"'s gaze shifted to Jian Changsheng again, as if it also found this guy extremely annoying. After gently waving its hand, a scarlet pupil disappeared from its eye socket. The next moment, a huge red paper eye appeared like a red sun, hanging high in the sky.

As Hong Ri's eyes locked onto Jian Changsheng, another ominous premonition surged into his heart...

"Damn it, isn't this going to mean I have to die twice?"

Jian Changsheng muttered, then turned and shouted to Zhao Yi,

"If you have something to say, please say it quickly!! I can't delay it for too long!!"

Zhao Yi: ...

Zhao Yi took a deep breath, and tried his best to free himself from the oppressive feeling of life-and-death crisis. He condensed the theory of the fusion scholars that lasted for more than ten class hours, and shouted again:

"The key to [Slaying Evil] is not the 'fight' between humans and disasters, but the 'annexation' of consciousness!"

“No matter how hard two people fight, in the end both will suffer. Moreover, human consciousness is relatively weak, and in most cases they are no match for disasters… If you want to truly defeat disasters, you must first become a disaster!!”

Hearing Zhao Yi's two sentences, Skeleton Wolf couldn't help but speak:

"Son, you are too concise... Can Chen Ling understand?"

Zhao Yi's voice was hoarse from shouting at this time. He coughed twice and nodded without hesitation:

"He can. This guy is much smarter than me..."

The Skeleton Wolf opened his mouth and wanted to complain, "It's not uncommon to be smarter than you," but when he thought of the current situation, he forced himself to hold it back.

"Then he'd better understand it quickly." Skeleton Wolf looked at the sea of ​​murderous aura that was gradually shrinking under Jian Changsheng's feet, and said in a low voice,

"After all, we don't have much time..."

……

"It's not about 'fighting', but about 'annexation'..."

While Chen Ling was struggling to resist the throng of spectators around her, she was constantly pondering the meaning of these words in her mind, her brows tightly furrowed.

His fight with the audience is essentially a fight for the stage, and the only way to fight for the stage is to knock everyone except himself out of the audience... This can only be done through "fighting", so what does "annexation" mean?

How should he swallow up this group of "audience"?

Chen Ling had no idea what to do. Or rather, his mind had been tortured to the extreme by the pain of his body, and he simply couldn't think rationally like usual...

Every time he threw a punch, he did it with the mentality of a final blow. His physical strength had long been on the verge of limit. And with the crazy attacks from the audience, he could no longer be seen in human form. His original skin had fallen off, revealing a dark body underneath, the same as the audience.

A black shadow was fighting with dense black shadows on the stage. At first glance, it was impossible to tell which one was Chen Ling. Only the complicated robes and the hideous Nuo mask could distinguish Chen Ling from the other disasters.

boom!

Finally, Chen Ling's shaky body was kicked heavily to the ground.

Pain and fatigue spread from every inch of his body, making Chen Ling's mind dazed and dull. He struggled to get up from the ground, but was kicked to the ground again and again by the audience who swarmed in.

As Chen Ling fell, the intervention on Chao Zai became less and less, and the red and black flames began to dissipate visibly. Jian Changsheng, who was still fighting Chao Zai in the outside world, felt the pressure increasing. He was hit by the big red paper umbrella when he was not paying attention...

"Trouble..."

Jian Changsheng was reborn in blood and murderous aura, but this time he could clearly feel that the demigod murderous aura he had stored had been almost consumed. If he could hold on for a few minutes at most, he would fall back to the fourth level.

By then, killing him would be easier than crushing an ant.

Dong-dong-dong…

The roar of trampling echoed in Chen Ling's ears.

He vaguely felt that several pairs of hands were dragging his body, step by step towards the edge of the stage, like throwing away garbage, about to be thrown into the audience...

Chen Ling's consciousness gradually sank into the abyss.

at this time,

The image of Ning Ruyu, covered in blood, flashed through his mind instantly.

"Big Brother..." Chen Ling muttered in a dream, and his eyes slowly opened again.

At the same time, the figures of other senior brothers and sisters in the Xidao Ancient Tibetan, as well as Yao, Jian Changsheng and others, also came to mind one after another... Chen Ling is not afraid of death, but if he dies here, all the people he cherishes will be buried here.

Reluctance and anger once again filled Chen Ling's heart. He didn't know where he got the strength from, but he stretched out his dark hands once again and tightly grasped the arms of the audience who were about to abandon him...