I'm not a drama god

Seeing that frivolous smile and the pretending to be young hand gesture, Kongwang's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"It's you?!" Kongwang's voice was as cold as frost.

"It seems that I came at the right time." Sun Bumian said slowly, "Others may not know your background and be killed by you from beginning to end... But I have already figured out the so-called 'magical powers' of your ghosts and gods."

Kongwang seemed to have recalled something and did not try to refute. He just silently clenched the chain in his hand, and for the first time, an unprecedented murderous intent burst out from his yin-yang eyes!

"So what? You are too weak now." Kong Wang said coldly, "You refused to leave for a life without disasters, but came to me to seek death... Today I will make your soul fly away and completely cut off your reincarnation path!"

The chains around Kongwang suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and the army of souls floating in the air began to stir. The original [Brushing the Earth] soul dimmed a little, and almost all the soul power around it poured into another soul.

A field rapidly opened up from around the void!

In an instant, everything around seemed to be covered with a hazy veil. The colors gradually weakened, and black and white occupied most of the space... The stones that were originally scattered on the ground also gradually faded and disappeared in this veil, and only neat handwriting left by ink remained in their place:

【Stone】.

Jian Changsheng stood in the field, frowning and looking around.

In addition to the stone, the tall tower in the distance was replaced by a [Tower] of the same size, as well as [Lights], [Clothing], [Gears], [Steel Fragments], [Flames]...

All matter in this area was replaced by concrete words. These words seemed alive, swaying slightly with the breath of emptiness, as if they were breathing.

"What the hell is this?!" Jian Changsheng frowned and said.

"It is the realm of those souls in their previous lives." Sun Bumian explained calmly, "The Ghost God Dao can consume souls as a price to allow the detained souls to regain their former strength for a period of time, but only one can be activated at a time... For example, now that he has opened the realm of the Book God Dao, he can no longer use the power of the Strength God Dao."

Before Jian Changsheng could react, Kongwang raised his hand and pointed. All the words seemed to have received some kind of guidance, trembling slightly, and then flew towards Sun Bumian from all directions!

[Stone], [Blade], [Fire], [Skull of a Corpse], [Sword of Jian Changsheng], [Shoes of Jian Changsheng], [Spittle from Jian Changsheng's Curses]...

These words were intertwined together, and most of them retained the properties of the substance itself. Some were extremely sharp, and some were as hot as fire. The surging murderous intent instantly locked onto Sun Bumian from all directions, leaving him no blind spots.

Sun Bumian's eyes behind his sunglasses swept around calmly, and he sighed helplessly...

"I can't hide from it... Never mind, I'll just make do with what I have."

Sun Bumian took a deep breath and threw the lion dance headgear in his arms upwards... The lifelike lion dance hair fluttered gently in the wind, and the next moment, a breath burst out from Sun Bumian's body!

Sun Bumian slowly spread out his hands, palms facing up, as if holding up something, and the corners of his black and red Tang suit fluttered!

There was no longer any trace of a playful smile on his face. Instead, there was a calmness and depth that seemed to have been precipitated over countless years... He spoke calmly:

"【Fortune or misfortune】."

The invisible realm swept across the sky along with his aura. In those eyes with rings embedded in them, the world seemed to take on a different look...

Gold and black, like mist, filled every corner of the world, dividing everything... The two colors of gold and black corresponded to Sun Bumian's raised hands. The gold on his left hand corresponded to [good luck], and the black on his right hand corresponded to [bad luck].

The most illusory good and bad fortune throughout the ages were presented in front of Sun Bumian in the most intuitive form. Any object, creature, and even the void area had these colors. Some were gold with black, some were black with gold... But there were also very few that were only entangled with one color.

For example, Jian Changsheng, who was emitting ancient murderous intent on the ground.

The black energy on Jian Changsheng was so obvious that Sun Bumian couldn't help but take a few more glances at him, with a somewhat subtle expression...

At this moment, under the coverage of the field of pen and ink, the "evil" in this area is far greater than the "good luck". The surging black air almost covers the sky, and is still approaching Sun Bumian!

Sun Bumian's mind moved, and the [good luck] and [bad luck] symbols in his left and right hands slowly formed a seal in front of him.

"【Fortune and misfortune, division of the valley】."

The next moment, the [good luck] and [bad luck] in the field were separated from each other and turned into two distinct energies of gold and black. As Sun Bumian raised his hand and pointed, all the gold representing [good luck] poured into the lion headgear in the air, and all the black representing [bad luck] poured into Sun Bumian's body!

The empty lion head cover was filled with auspiciousness, and the hand-painted lion pupils actually had spirituality. It swayed in the air and actually grew a complete body, with flaming hair fluttering in the wind!

It stepped on auspicious clouds and swept across the sky with a roar. The flames on its body rolled and burned all the pens and ink flying towards Sun Bumian into ashes.

At the same time, Sun Bumian, who gathered all the [great evil] around him, had a completely different temperament from before. His original laziness and relaxation completely disappeared, and instead, there was an inexplicably frightening terror!

He was still wearing a Tang suit, standing there quietly. The world was eclipsed in front of him. Anyone who saw him would subconsciously want to stay away from him...

Now he is the embodiment of all the misfortunes and disasters in the world!

"This guy..." Seeing Sun Bumian in this state, even Jian Changsheng, who was in a twelve-fold amplified state, felt fearful instinctively.

The brushstrokes that filled the sky were burned and torn into pieces by the auspicious waking lion, but they did not dissipate. Instead, as Kongwang's mind moved, the remaining strokes quickly reorganized in the air, outlining a large character that filled the sky!

【fire】!!

The moment this word took shape, a giant pillar like the breath of a fire dragon fell from the sky. Under extreme condensation and compression, the flame was even as sticky as magma. It instantly enveloped the figures of a man and a lion, and even swallowed up Jian Changsheng below!

The flames were gushing out too fast and covering too large a range. Jian Changsheng had almost no chance to dodge and could only rely on his own body to withstand the burning flames. Even the blood-red sword in his hand began to melt...

Under the high temperature, all of Jian Changsheng's scars were burned. Without any blood, he could use [Dripping Blood Tower]. The flames licked his body and began to carbonize and blacken it gradually!