I'm not a theatre god

"Sacrificing an entire realm in order to make Wuji Jun immortal? You are simply crazy!"

Duran stared at Brand, his deep blue eyes seemed to see through his soul, "Whose idea is this? Is it your own... or Wuji Jun's?"

"It's not a question of whose idea it is, but we are complementary." Brand said slowly, "Lord Wuji Jun has the power to play with matter, but cannot maintain the spirit; although our alchemy is childish and ridiculous in front of Wuji Jun, it only has the way to carry the spirit...

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

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

"Duran, you can't be so How can I say that… There are too many and too many paths in our Wushen Dao. From ancient times to the present, whenever there is a civilization, there will be professions related to ‘Witches’, such as the Eastern shaman dance, Gu Shu, Feng Shui Master, Kagura Dance, Western alchemy, black magic, and even the more ancient priests and shamans…

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

As for Shang Shaoquan, he only knows how to refine those broken pills every day, is indecisive, and tries to stop the plans of Lord Wuji and me…”

Brand smiled and pointed to the gold on the ground under the feet of the two.

“In the end, it was naturally solved by Lord Wuji Jun… It can be regarded as a different way to contribute to the Wuji Realm.”

Did Wuji Jun kill Shang Shaoquan, the former president of the Witch Association, and massacre other mysterious schools in the Wuji Realm? He is the culprit of all this?

Duran's heart sank immediately. He originally thought that Wuji Jun was probably bewitched by Brand and allowed him to rectify the Wuji Realm. Now it seems that this Wuji Jun himself is not a good person.

"Duran, to be honest... There are only a few alchemists left in the Wuji Realm now, and we are in urgent need of manpower." Brand walked forward slowly, staring into Duran's eyes, and spoke word by word,

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

Brand finally took off his disguise and showed his ferocious fangs. The gold on the ground spread under the feet of the two, but it made his face even colder... In the center of the church, the mercury moon with eyeballs floating on it was also silently watching him.

Duran knew that he was probably in danger this time.

His hands in his sleeves gradually opened, and strands of electric arcs moved in the lines between his palms. Just when he was about to fight to the death with Brand, the mercury moon suspended in the air suddenly contracted slightly and looked at the edge of the church!

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

I saw a passerby in plain clothes standing in the corner of the church. His face was so ordinary that it seemed that you would forget it after just one look... He stood there quietly, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. If Wuji Jun had not noticed his existence, I am afraid that Brand would not see that person until dawn.

"Who?! When did you get there!" Brand's figure suddenly tensed up, and he growled vigilantly, "Is he still seen through... He is worthy of being a ninth-level demigod." Mojiao shrank in the corner and sighed helplessly, "But this time I really came to the right place, and I ran into an incredible scene." The appearance of Mojiao instantly 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 any move, Wujijun moved first. Thousands of mercury hands stretched out from mid-air and grabbed Mojiao's body from all directions. The pressure of the ninth level suddenly descended! The next moment, Duran seized the opportunity, raised his hands without hesitation, and touched his palms together! Snap——! With a slight sound, a whirlwind of ash surged out of his body, directly covering most of the church, and then he took advantage of the chaos to escape without hesitation! "Want to leave?!" Seeing this, Brand's eyes became more vicious, and his body turned into a black shadow, chasing in that direction quickly!

On the other hand, Mojiao was the calmest one on the field. He just watched thousands of mercury hands wrapping his body. Under their touch, his body was transformed into other substances bit by bit, decaying and festering.

"We, the Dusk Society, have never participated in matters between realms." Mojiao looked at the mercury ball in the church calmly,

"However, we will definitely recycle Jiujun's body. No matter how you struggle in the middle, the result will not change... I am looking forward to the day of your funeral."

This clone of Mojiao 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, Wujijun's pupils narrowed slightly...

...

Boom--! !

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

"The nineteenth time." Outside the video, Wen Renyou snapped off another finger with a complicated expression, "He has been knocked away nineteen times in a row, but Junior Brother still has no hesitation in his actions... It seems that he is really trying his best."

"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 release it successfully... Even if he has a terrifying talent like his junior brother, he should be shot away seven or eight times. It takes ten times 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...