I'm not a drama god

"In order to make Lord Wuji immortal, you are sacrificing an entire realm? You are simply crazy!"

Duran glared at Brand, his dark blue eyes seeming to penetrate his soul, "Whose idea is this? Is it your own...or Mr. Wuji's?"

"This is not a matter of whose idea it is, but that we are complementary." Brand said slowly, "Master Wuji has the authority to play with matter, but he cannot maintain the spirit; although our alchemy is in Wuji You may be childish and ridiculous in front of you, but you only have the means to carry your spirit...

If we cooperate with each other, Lord Wuji can gain eternal life, and we will become the controllers of this eternal realm! "

"It seems that you initiated the 'Philosopher's Stone' plan." Dulan narrowed his eyes slightly, "The death of the Chamber of Commerce President and the turmoil of other mysterious schools in the realm should be related to you?"

"Dulan, you can't say that... Our witchcraft path is too complicated. From ancient times to the present, whenever there is a civilization, professions related to 'witchcraft' will be extended, such as the Eastern magic dance, Gu magic, and Feng Shui. Teachers, Kagura dance, Western alchemy, black magic, and even more ancient priests and shamans...

There are at least dozens of different paths in this city, and the wizards' character concepts in each path are different. It is normal to have some friction, and not everyone can understand the importance of Lord Wuji.

As for Shang Shaoquan, he knows how to refine those breaking pills every day, is indecisive in doing things, and even tries to stop my plan with Lord Wuji..."

Brand smiled and pointed at the gold on the ground beneath the two of them.

"In the end, it was naturally solved by Mr. Wuji... It can be regarded as a different way to contribute to the Wuji Realm."

Did Lord Wuji kill Shang Shaoquan, the former president of the Witchcraft Association, and at the same time bloodbathed other mysterious schools in the Wuji realm? Is he the culprit of all this?

Dulan's heart suddenly sank. He originally thought that Lord Wuji was most likely bewitched by Brand and allowed him to rectify the Wuji Realm. Now it seems that Lord Wuji himself is not a good person.

"Dulan, tell the truth... There are not many alchemists left in the Wuji Realm now. We urgently need manpower." Brand walked forward slowly, stared into Duran's eyes, and spoke. He spoke slowly,

"Do you choose to join us and become one of the founders of the Eternal Realm...or become part of the Philosopher's Stone?"

Brand finally took off his disguise and revealed his ferocious fangs. The gold on the ground was spread out at the feet of the two of them, but it made his face look even colder... In the center of the church, there was a mercury ball with eyeballs floating on it. Yue was also watching him silently.

Dulan knew that he was probably in danger this time.

The hands in his sleeves gradually opened up, and wisps of arcs of electricity traveled in the lines between his palms. Just when he was about to fight Brand to the death, the mercury moon suspended in the air suddenly turned slightly. Shrink and look towards the edge of the church!

At this moment, Brand seemed to notice something and turned his head to look.

I saw a plainly dressed passerby standing in the corner of the church. His face was so ordinary that he seemed to be forgotten at a glance... He stood there quietly, as if he had integrated into the surrounding environment. If Wujijun hadn't noticed him, There is a person there, and I'm afraid Brand won't be able to see that person until dawn.

"Who?! When were you there?" Brand's figure suddenly tensed up and he growled vigilantly.

"Have you still been seen through... He is indeed a ninth-level demigod." Mojiao huddled in the corner and sighed helplessly, "But I really came at the right time this time. I encountered an incredible scene."

The appearance of the corner immediately solidified the atmosphere in the church. After all, before this, they had never thought that such a confidential conversation could be heard by outsiders. Brand's face suddenly became as ugly as iron.

But before he could make a move, Lord Wuji took the first step. Thousands of mercury hands reached out from mid-air and grabbed Mojiao's body from all directions. The pressure of the ninth level suddenly came!

The next moment, Dulan seized the opportunity, raised his hands without hesitation, and touched each other with their palms!

Snapped--!

With a soft sound, a whirlwind of ashes surged out from around him, directly covering most of the church, and then he took advantage of the chaos and ran away without hesitation!

"Want to leave?!" When Brand saw this, the viciousness in his eyes became more intense, his body turned into a black shadow, and he quickly chased in that direction!

On the other hand, Mo Jiao was the calmest one on the field. He just watched thousands of mercury hands wrap around his body. Under their touch, his body was converted into other substances bit by bit, decaying and festering.

"Our Dusk Society has never been involved in matters between realms." Mojiao calmly looked at the mercury ball in the church,

"However, we will definitely recover Jiujun's body. No matter how much you struggle in the process, the result will not change... I am looking forward to the day when I attend your funeral."

The clone at the end of the corner quickly disappeared under the transformation of countless mercury hands, and finally turned into a handful of dust, gently floating in the air.

In the church, Mr. Wuji's eyes narrowed slightly...

……

boom--! !

As a huge wave hit the rocks, Chen Ling's figure was swept into the seabed again!

"The nineteenth time." Outside the video, Wen Renyou broke off a finger again, with a somewhat complicated expression, "It has been shot away nineteen times in a row, and the little junior brother's movements still don't hesitate... It seems that he is really It’s hard work.”

"This is just the beginning." Ning Ruyu said calmly,

"According to my speculation, he may not be able to master the key points before being shot away fifty times. Even if he masters it, he may not be able to successfully release it... Even if he has a terrifying talent like his junior brother, he should be shot away seven or eight times. It takes ten attempts to succeed.”

Luan Mei pondered for a long time and shook her head:

"I feel like...he won't need it that many times."

"Oh?"

"Didn't you notice?" Luan Mei pointed at Chen Ling's hand and said, "He no longer deliberately imitates senior brother's gestures. This shows that he has most likely guessed the key and is in the stage of trying to release..."

"You guessed it so quickly?" Wen Renyou's eyes flashed with surprise.

Ning Ruyu watched Chen Ling's hand intently. After the latter was swatted away for the twentieth time, a faint smile appeared on her face.

"Junior sister is right, he has indeed become enlightened... Next, it depends on how he will do it."

at the same time.

Between the rough waves, a hand full of scars reached out and grabbed a raised rock, and then a big red figure slowly climbed up...