I'm not a drama god

The mask fits Chen Ling's face perfectly.

At this time, Chen Ling had changed back into her bright red costume and put on a black and white mask, which made her already bright and dangerous temperament even more mysterious...

At the same time, Shen Nan took off the bell from his waist and handed it to Chen Ling along with the mysterious flag.

"What abilities do these two things have?" Chen Ling asked doubtfully.

"No, they are just props for the sacrificial dance." Shen Nan answered truthfully, "But when you complete the divine descent, they will become part of the ceremony, allowing you to control the power more easily."

Chen Ling nodded, and then, under the gaze of everyone, she slowly walked into the drizzle.

——00:08:57.

Raindrops dripped onto the black and white Nuo mask. Chen Ling recalled Shen Nan's actions just now. He carried the flag on his shoulder with one hand and gently shook the bell with the other.

jingle——

The bright red costume dances in the rain.

Light and smooth, mysterious and eerie, Chen Ling's movements and steps perfectly replicated Shen Nan's performance, almost without any difference. Perhaps it was because the color of her costume was different from that of the Nuo mask, Chen Ling's dance gave people a more ethereal feeling.

Lu Xun, Yang Xiao, and Su Zhiwei were all attracted by Chen Ling. Shen Nan, who was standing by, had a gleaming gaze. While he was looking forward to it, he clenched his fists nervously...

The Nuo mask swayed in the rain, accompanying Chen Ling's eerie dance steps, and an inexplicable aura began to emanate from him.

A strange feeling arose in Chen Ling's heart.

Just as Shen Nan said, the sacrificial dance is a way to communicate with "God". It is similar to the four basic secret methods of ancient Tibetan opera, integrating the essence of witchcraft into the movements. However, if you want to truly complete the descent of God, dance alone is not enough.

The next step is to transfer Yao's soul to the Nuo mask through communication with the 'god' and give the Nuo mask a soul.

"Yao." While dancing, Chen Ling silently recited Yao's name in her heart.

"Ah."

A voice sounded from the bottom of Chen Ling's heart, and a soul began to actively withdraw from his body and flow towards the mask on his face.

This was the first time Yao appeared in everyone's perception. When Shen Nan sensed it, a strong sense of horror occupied his pupils...

"What a powerful soul!"

Although Shen Nan had sensed Yao's presence from Chen Ling before, it was like seeing flowers in the fog, he could not see clearly, he could only vaguely feel that it was a witch god... But when Yao truly showed his complete soul, even Shen Nan, who was a [Nuo], was shocked by the pressure of that soul.

He had never seen such a powerful soul.

When Yao was in the Tianshu Realm, he devoured the soul powers of dozens of geniuses detained in the Kongwang Realm. Although he still has no physical body, in terms of soul strength alone, except for a few special gods, almost no one can match him... Chen Ling and Shen Nan are no exception.

"A twisted Drama God and a terrifyingly powerful Wu God soul...what kind of monster will be created when these two are combined?" Shen Nan muttered to himself.

The sleeves of her scarlet robe danced in the rain like snakes.

As Yao's soul temporarily inhabited the Nuo mask, Chen Ling's sacrificial dance became more powerful, and a certain breath began to connect with the void. Chen Ling began to guide this breath and establish a connection between himself and Yao in the Nuo mask...

Under the power of the sacrificial dance, it seemed as if a thread was about to take shape between Chen Ling and Yao, "drama" and "witchcraft" began to slowly intertwine, and a hurricane slowly rose from under his feet!

Seeing this scene, Shen Nan's eyes became extremely bright!

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

An intense burning sensation began to come from Chen Ling's collarbone. Somehow, an even stronger connection directly shattered the breath that Chen Ling and Tian Jian had just established!

Chen Ling looked down in astonishment, and saw a ghost face mark with a bright purple glow on her collarbone!

If the aura that Chen Ling had just established was like a floating spider thread, then the power that erupted from his collarbone at this moment was like a chain that connected him to the sky and extended to the end of nothingness...

"This is..." Chen Ling immediately recognized the source of this aura.

"The place of divine sacrifice???"

Chen Ling clearly remembered what was written in the script. Not long ago, the Red King took him to the deepest part of the Forbidden Sea, entered the belly of the forbidden disaster, and found a corner of the ancient treasure of witchcraft there, which stored all the "rituals" in human civilization throughout history...a place of sacrifice to the gods.

Using the power of the Land of Miracles, the Red King awakened Yao in Chen Ling's body and helped Chen Ling take back the stage from Chao. It was also at that time that a very close connection was established between Chen Ling, Yao, and the Land of Miracles...

The sacrificial dance that Shen Nan taught Chen Ling was a way of "sacrificing" and a channel to communicate with the "gods"... It was like giving Chen Ling a string of keys that could connect to the "network". But what he didn't know was that the "network" itself was now in Chen Ling's hands.

boom--! ! !

The power of "Sacrifice" was like a torrent, rushing out along the ghost face mark on Chen Ling's collarbone. The power of Wushendao contained in it was so strong that it completely exceeded the bearing limit of Chen Ling and Yao.

The Nuo mask on Chen Ling's face exploded.

At the same time, a soaring aura of the divine sacrifice land, with the divine sacrifice dance as the carrier, rushed out of Chen Ling's body like a pillar of fire and rushed into the sky! !

"This...how is this possible?"

The Nuo mask in Shen Nan's hand trembled slightly, as if it was attracted by the aura of the sacred place. If it had not been tightly held in Shen Nan's hand, it would have flown away automatically... He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, his face full of confusion.

He had imagined that Chen Ling would fail, and even thought of words to comfort Chen Ling, but the current situation was completely beyond his understanding.

The aura of the sacred land was carried by Chen Ling, burning like a torch in the darkness.

Before Shen Nan could say anything, a pair of eyes seemed to cross the barriers of the world and slowly locked onto the old cottage... When that gaze looked here, the people in the open space also saw it.

It was a monotonous world.

There was no color there. Only black, white and gray remained in the world. The boundless sea was surging under the lead-gray clouds. Countless strange spell-inscribed monsters were churning on the sea like a group of demons dancing wildly. Each one of them exuded a heart-pounding breath.

Under the sea, a terrifying giant shadow that blocked out the sky and the sun slowly emerged, and huge pupils as hot as lanterns opened in the abyss. Its gaze crossed the barriers of the world and looked towards the universe where Chen Ling was, and then slowly locked onto Chen Ling in Guanzhou Kongdi Mountain... Or rather, it was the aura that emanated from him that belonged to the "Land of God's Sacrifice".

Roar--! !

The giant figure crawling in the abyss of the forbidden sea seemed to be enraged by the aura of the divine sacrifice land. Its deafening roar almost shattered the eardrums of Yang Xiao and others...

Then, a huge tsunami began to surge on the sea surface, and the giant "world-destroying" shadow moved its body and began to approach the direction of the earth.

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I was so distracted when writing yesterday that I forgot the detail that Chen Ling’s face doesn’t match Yang Xiao and the other two’s. Chapter 968 has been revised~ (dog head)