I'm not a drama god

After the second hall finished speaking, Mr. Wuji’s brows rose slightly.

Wuji Jun, who had hardly any emotional fluctuations since his revival, looked at the Second Hall with some surprise, wondering what he was thinking.

"well said,

However, I can think of a way to deal with future matters later... As long as I achieve immortality, I will have endless time to think about this problem."

The next moment, Wuji Jun appeared in front of the second hall, with a pair of scarlet philosopher's stones embedded between his eyebrows, like a pair of eyes that saw through everything.

"…Now, I need the Philosopher's Stone."

Wuji Jun's palm gently grabbed the picture frame of the second hall. His movement seemed to be effortless, but it was as fast as lightning and could not be caught.

After all, the Second Hall was at the eighth level, so it wouldn’t be killed instantly like the other seventh levels. Countless abstract graphics surged out from the frame, instantly submerging Wuji Jun’s figure!

At the same time, an extremely thick black lightning streaked across the sky and hit the location where Wuji Jun was accurately!

boom--! !

Thick smoke billowed out from the shattered abstract image array, and a picture frame flew out from the smoke like a meteor. One third of the frame had been transformed into gold, and the abstract human face in it flickered.

After just one encounter, the Second Hall was seriously injured.

Lu Liangren was not afraid of Wuji Jun. He held an eight-foot ink brush in his hand, stomped his feet on the ground, and rushed into the smoke and dust like a cannonball, ready to fight to the death.

But when he rushed into the smoke, he did not see the figure of Lord Wuji. Only two Philosopher's Stones were embedded in the broken earth, exuding a mysterious glimmer...

"This……"

Before Lu Liangren could open his mouth, a huge human face emerged from below, followed by mountain-like hands and arms that held up the sky. In an instant, the earth shook!

A giant shadow, towering over the sky, rose from the depths of the earth... It did not come from the ground, it was the earth itself.

Lu Liangren could never have imagined that Lord Wuji could fuse his body with the earth. Under the twinkling light of the two Philosopher's Stones, Lord Wuji's consciousness has attached itself to this land. If the earth is immortal, then Infinite immortality.

As the earth giant slowly stood up, its head even towered into the sky. A huge shadow was cast on the hollowed out veins, and various strange rock formations were exposed in the air, as if this place no longer belonged to the earth.

At this time, Lu Liangren and the second hall seemed extremely small against the backdrop of the giant earth, like grains of sand.

"Is this... the strength of the ninth level?" Lu Liangren looked up at the scene and muttered to himself.

“No, this is not the complete ninth level.” The Second Hall stared at the two philosopher stones between the eyebrows of the Earth Giant. “I’m afraid that he separated a part of his consciousness and injected it into this body… This may just be an avatar that carries part of the power of the Nine Lords.”

"A part? How much is a part?"

"One-half, or... one-third?"

While the two were talking, the earth giant slowly raised his arms. As his hands held the ball in nothingness, part of the soil and sand began to gather toward the center, and then transformed into other substances visible to the naked eye, a ball of blazing sun. Outlined in front of the earth giant!

Different from the miniature sun that killed Yang Mudog just now, the size this time is dozens of times larger than before!

That is a real sun born from nuclear fusion!

……

"what is that?"

Jian Changsheng suddenly pointed at the dazzling light in the distance and asked.

Everyone in the Dusk Club stared at that location, their expressions suddenly turned ugly...

"That can't be..."

"It seems that Lord Wuji is really here." Bai Ye said helplessly, "This time, the world of mortals is in danger..."

"No, Mr. Wuji can really rub nuclear bombs with his hands? What else are you playing with? If he throws a few nuclear bombs at random, the entire world of mortals will be razed to the ground!" Jian Changsheng's eyes widened.

Hand rub nuclear bomb...

Although Chen Ling had known for a long time that Wujijun's ability was "Material Science", he didn't know much about it, nor did he know that this thing could actually cause a nuclear strike out of thin air... In other words, the attack on the world of mortals that year was Maybe it’s also related to Wujijun?

Chen Ling was about to say something when her vision suddenly blurred and she staggered and almost fell down.

"Hongxin, what's wrong with you?" Jian Changsheng was slightly shocked when he saw this scene.

Chen Ling frowned and looked down at his fingertips. The red embroidery thread that had pierced his flesh just now seemed to have penetrated into his body through the wound and disappeared.

From time to time, some broken image fragments began to flash before his eyes, as if something was being poured into his consciousness.

It was a Soviet-style house covered with petals.

Chen Ling had seen this courtyard before in the archives of the times...it was Su Zhiwei's home.

He saw dense red embroidered silk covering every corner of the house like a spider web, and at the end of these embroidered silks was a beautiful figure lying among the petals...

Chen Ling didn't see the man's face clearly, but he was sure that it was Su Zhiwei!

Chen Ling blinked, and the scene in front of him shattered and disappeared, replaced by Jian Changsheng's face... But when he blinked again, he was back in the house full of embroidered silk, as if his consciousness was constantly switching between reality and falsehood.

At this time, there was a figure beside Su Zhiwei.

The picture was broken, and Chen Ling could not see his appearance clearly, but as reality and illusion continued to flicker, he vaguely saw that the figure was approaching him.

His feet were all over the floor embroidering silk, and he was wearing a simple cloth. Through the intricately intertwined silk threads, Chen Ling could occasionally see clearly the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, as if he was old...

As he got closer and closer, Chen Ling finally saw his whole face clearly.

"You...how did you..." Chen Ling stared blankly at the weather-beaten old face, overlapping with the young man full of youthful vitality in his memory, and stayed in place for a while.

"haven't seen you for a long time……"

"Chen... Ling..."

A voice that seemed to transcend time and space lingered in Chen Ling's ears.

He seemed to be suddenly awakened from a dream. He saw the ruins and the puzzled Jian Changsheng in front of him again. Sweat was already oozing from his forehead!

"Hey, is that so? We are so far away, and you can still be hurt by Wuji Jun?" Jian Changsheng scratched his head, "The explosion didn't even reach us..."

Chen Ling was breathing heavily. As if he sensed something, he looked sharply at the void above his head.

"...He's awake, he's here."

"Who?"

"The leader of Qingshen Dao, the leader of Fushenghua." Chen Ling paused for a moment.

"...Yao Qing."