I'm not a theatre god

The billowing smoke gradually dissipated, and the light and heat converged in the void.

Several seventh-level members of the Witchcraft Association were scattered around in confusion, as if they had not yet realized what had just happened, and at the same time they turned to look at the center of the explosion.

I saw that a huge pit had been blasted out of the hard golden ground. Broken flesh and blood were scattered in every corner of the pit. A corpse whose human form could no longer be seen lay in the rubble, covered in charred black.

The whole church fell into dead silence.

Several seventh-level members of the Witchcraft Association looked at this scene in disbelief, and then turned their necks stiffly, focusing their eyes on the figure wearing a white scientific research coat not far away.

You know, these two palaces in Fu Sheng Hui are both at the level of seventh level...and Mr. Wuji just raised his hand and directly obliterated them? !

Killing the seventh level is like butchering a dog, is this the Nine Lords? ?

At this moment, the way everyone looked at Mr. Wuji and Brand completely changed... Perhaps some of these people were not completely convinced by Brand, or some were just forced by the situation and could only bow their heads and follow the trend, but under Mr. Wuji, Within thirty seconds of coming into the world, their perceptions were overturned.

Lord Wuji only needs to raise his hand to kill the palace in the world of mortals. How difficult is it to kill these seventh-level people?

In other words... does it really matter to Lord Wuji whether they are alive or dead at the seventh level? Even if there is no seventh level in the Wuji Realm, Wuji Lord alone is enough to turn the nine realms of mankind upside down!

Before that, some of these people tried to negotiate terms with Brand and seek greater benefits from it, but Lord Wuji shattered all their illusions... No one was qualified to talk to Lord Wuji. Conditions, this is the sense of oppression brought by absolute strength.

Wearing a white coat floating in the wind, Mr. Wuji's eyes fell on the center of the giant pit. As if he had discovered something, he narrowed his eyes slightly:

"One actually ran away... The power that two Philosopher's Stones can carry is not enough..."

"Master Wuji, do you need us to chase him?" Brand asked respectfully.

"...No need."

Mr. Wuji said calmly, "Fu Shenghui has become suspicious. If these two people cannot go back, they will still take defensive measures... The secret game is over. Next, it depends on whose fist is harder."

"Lord Hongchen is still awake. Who in this world can have a harder fist than you?" Brand said with a smile.

Mr. Wuji did not answer. He looked calmly towards the world of mortals in the void and spoke calmly:

"The changes in the Wuji Realm will soon spread to all realms. We have to kill all the mortals and refine the remaining Philosopher's Stone before the other major realms join forces to encircle and suppress me, so that I can return to Heyday.

Gathering all hands, we...it's time to conquer the world of mortals. "

…

"Guernica".

This is an empty space with no sky, no earth, no burning sun, and only the occasional black giant floating through the void, like a predator wandering in the universe.

Black and white are the main tone here. The monotonous colors and giant objects floating silently make the place more empty, like small balls bouncing around on an old TV, or meaningless black and white snowflakes.

At this time, a man dressed in red floated silently in the void, as motionless as a corpse.

He just floated in the void in silence. After an unknown amount of time, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and a pair of confused eyes gradually opened.

"where is this place?"

Chen Ling frowned and recalled. He remembered that he was talking to the Second Hall just now. Before he could finish speaking, something dragged him into the frame...

He glanced around and remembered a certain word that was mentioned in the Second Hall before:

"Guernica".

Although I don’t know what this is, according to the description of the Second Hall, this should be some kind of high-end prison?

Regardless of other things, the Second Hall did not kill him, which is very trustworthy... and if Chen Ling understood correctly, Plum Blossom 8 should also be trapped here.

Chen Ling looked up and down, but there was nothing that could be used as a place to stay. This place is like space. There is no ground, which means that you cannot walk on two feet. If it were the vast majority of other people here, they would probably be like the astronauts who are separated from the space station in space, floating alone in nothingness. until death.

The good news is that Chen Ling is not the "majority" of people.

He took one step in the air, and there seemed to be an extra cloud-like step under his feet, supporting his figure to move in one direction... [Cloud Step] became Chen Ling's support at this time.

Chen Ling stepped on the void and walked slowly in the empty world. Since there was no reference, he didn't know how far he had gone. He was surrounded by darkness, as if he was walking in an endless abyss.

"Is this a prison cage?" Chen Ling asked herself doubtfully.

Chen Ling had previously guessed that the so-called "Guernica" used to imprison Twilight Club members should be a very cruel and dangerous place. He was even prepared to endure pain... Of course, with the [Blood Clothes] there, the physical Pain is not too painful for Chen Ling.

But he didn't expect that this place seemed to be just an empty and boundless void... Could it be that the Second Hall wanted them to feel lonely and endure mental torture? But if that's the case, why did he throw himself and the 8 of clubs into it?

Chen Ling thought for a long time and had no answer, so she could only keep moving forward in this world of nothingness.

Chen Ling didn't know how long he had been walking or how far he had covered. He only felt that the boredom and boredom in his heart became more and more intense. The next moment, a line of characters suddenly floated in front of his eyes:

[Audience Expectation Value -1]

[Current expected value: 44%]

Chen Ling was stunned for a moment, and a bad premonition came to her heart...

If this was really the kind of prison he imagined, it might be just boring to others, but to him, it was fatal!

However, Chen Ling still has no way to deal with this... It has not been a month since the last time he used the era archive, and he cannot enter it again. The only thing he can hope for now is that other Twilight Club members find him as soon as possible and rescue him before he "dies of boredom".

As soon as this idea came into Chen Ling's mind, she suddenly seemed to sense something and stopped subconsciously.

The next moment, the surrounding scene suddenly faded and disappeared, a night shrouded his head, and a star seemed to be out of reach hanging in the sky, like a light flickering silently... A twisted and strange divine way extended from beneath his feet. out, all the way to the end of the sky.

New performances are coming soon.