I'm not a theatre god

At this moment, a hand stretched out from the darkness and strangled him in the air.

The Jiangtian cultivator's body was shaken, and he looked up with difficulty, only to see an actor in red clothes soaked in blood, standing silently beside him, his eyes narrowed in a strange arc, looking at his exposed body. Lung lobes.

The trajectories of history intersect at this moment. Not long ago, a hand like this strangled the Jiangtian cultists who were about to complete their suicide ritual... But now, fate is repeating itself again, with the figures of Chen Ling and Liu Qingyan overlapping across time and space. together.

But Chen Ling is not Liu Qingyan after all. Even though the two movements are the same at this moment, behind the big red opera robe, the trajectory of fate is forcibly changed by pairs of scarlet teasing eyes, extending in another completely unfamiliar direction. …

"Is this your suicide ritual to summon the 'Sighing Wilderness'?" Chen Ling's voice seemed to come from the netherworld, calm and deep. He seemed to be thinking seriously,

"Sacrifice your own lungs...why must it be your lungs?"

The Jiangtian cultist's pupils shrank slightly, and his right hand was already tightly grasped in the air, unable to move at all. He decisively stretched out his left hand like lightning and grabbed the exposed lung!

The next moment, the light of a boning knife flashed, and his entire left arm was cut off, leaving only a smooth scarlet cut.

The face of the Jiangtian cultist suddenly turned pale.

Before he could come to his senses, the boning knife's blade cut across his right arm again. Under the splatter of blood, the arm held by Chen Ling had completely separated from his body, leaving only a solitary torso. Kneeling in a pool of blood.

The Jiangtian cultivator, who had lost his arms, had no possibility of completing the ritual on his own. A flash of despair flashed in his eyes when he looked at Chen Ling.

Chen Ling was not in a hurry to kill this Jiangtian cultist. She grabbed his throat with one hand and forced him to raise his head to look at her... Then, a pair of apricot red eye makeup appeared on his face, and [Painting Zhuyan] was activated instantly. !

Fragmented memory fragments flooded into Chen Ling's mind!

…

The first thing that appeared in front of Chen Ling was a huge and magnificent altar.

Under the gray sky, blood-colored thunder and lightning moved among the lead-colored clouds, like a surging whirlpool. In the center of the altar corresponding to the whirlpool, a two-story-high red fragment stood majestically.

The moment she saw this fragment, Chen Ling was startled, and then a look of shock appeared on her face.

"Red Star Fragments?!"

Chen Ling had seen similar fragments like this with her own eyes... In the archive of the times, the one Jiujun explored was almost the same, except that it was larger than this one, and the outline around the fragments was also different.

Chen Ling was certain that this fragment definitely came from Red Star.

In addition to the one explored by the Nine Lords before the Cataclysm, in this era, is there actually a fragment of the Red Star that remains?

Chen Ling lowered her head and looked towards the edge of the altar, only to see a large number of figures in red robes surrounding the red star fragments, kneeling on the ground. Looking at it, it looked like urticaria growing on the earth, which was extremely dazzling under the gray sky.

The Jiangtian cultist whose arms were cut off by Chen Ling was also kneeling on the ground at this moment. As the surrounding Jiangtian cultists kowtowed again and again... His position was the outermost of these Jiangtian cultists, and the closer he got to the Red Star fragments. , the kneeling Jiangtian believers are closer to the primitive.

The Jiangtian believers in the front row have even completely lost the characteristics of Homo sapiens. They do not wear red robes, but wear a red leaf skirt around their hairy waists. From time to time, they open their mouths and make loud ape sounds. cry.

Behind him, many Jiangtian believers faced the red star fragment, kowtowed and chanted repeatedly:

"The supreme savior of Jiangtian, the supreme savior of Jiangtian... the supreme savior of Jiangtian, the supreme savior of Jiangtian..."

The red wave of kneeling and worshiping undulated around the altar. Under the gray sky, only Chen Ling, wearing a red opera robe, still stood among them.

He stared at the red star fragments on the altar and murmured to himself:

"The Supreme Jiangtian Savior they are talking about... refers to the fragments of the Red Star?"

Chen Ling always thought that the "Supreme Jiangtian Savior" of the Jiangtian Sect was a real god or demigod, just like the "Silver King" of the Fire Usurper, but he didn't expect that it was just a fragment.

In this case, who gave the name Supreme Jiangtian the Savior?

Before Chen Ling could get closer to the red star fragment, the scene in front of him collapsed inch by inch. His pupils gradually returned to their original shape and he returned to the dim pharmacy.

Chen Ling grabbed his collar with one hand and asked in a deep voice:

"Where are the other Jiangtian believers?"

"Wu... don't... know... wu wu..."

The Jiangtian cultivator's exposed lungs were beating like broken bellows, gurgling blood gurgling from his throat and severed arms, spreading among the red rings... His breathing became weaker and weaker, and he looked at Chen Ling. His eyes are also empty and dim, and his life has come to an end.

Seeing this, Chen Ling knew that he could not get any more information from this Jiangtian cultist, and began to regret that he should have left another cultist alive just now... But the power of [Sleeve Hands to Dial the Sky] was too powerful, and he did not Thinking that not even a whole body was left behind.

Chen Ling didn't waste any more time with him. The boning knife in her hand danced lightly on his fingertips, and then pierced into his heart!

A muffled groan sounded from the Jiangtian cultist's throat. As Chen Ling pulled the handle of the knife out of his chest with his backhand, a large amount of blood flowed from his lips again, and he fell to the ground in a flash.

Chen Ling held the blood-stained boning knife and walked to the door of the pharmacy without looking back. Li Qingshan was slowly standing up from the messy shelves.

"How are you? Are you injured?" Chen Ling asked.

Li Qingshan nodded slightly and was about to say something when he glanced at Chen Ling's palm from the corner of his eye and his expression suddenly froze!

"Brother Lin...you..."

"What?" Seeing the sudden change in Li Qingshan's expression, Chen Ling's eyes flashed with confusion.

"You...you took out his heart??"

"heart?"

Chen Ling looked down at her right hand holding the boning knife...

At some point, the boning knife in his hand disappeared, replaced by a scarlet heart that was still beating slowly!

Chen Ling froze on the spot.

After a few seconds, he thought of something. He turned around and looked at the corpse lying in a pool of blood. He saw that his boning knife was still inserted into the chest of the Jiangtian cultist, and under the blade, a body that looked like it had been broken with bare hands The huge hole opened is shocking!

In the blood-stained chest, the broken blood vessels were still squirming, but the heart that should have been there disappeared.

"How could this happen? I just pulled out the knife..."

The long-lost feeling of surprise came to Chen Ling's heart. Behind him, a pair of scarlet eyes opened out of nothingness, staring at the dripping heart in Chen Ling's hand, smiling like an evil moon.