I'm not a theatre god

Lord Wuji's hand suddenly stopped in mid-air.

"……Huh?"

That red thread actually sank into the skin under his gaze... no, it should be said, cut.

In Wujijun's surprised eyes, the wrist wrapped in red embroidered silk was cut off by its roots. The palm that was about to touch Lu Liangren separated from his body and fell to the ground with a thud.

The air suddenly fell into dead silence.

Lord Wuji had one of his hands chopped off.

Even so, Mr. Wuji seemed to feel no pain at all, and his broken wrist was as smooth as a mirror, and no muscle tissue or blood vessels could even be seen...

He frowned slightly and looked around, as if looking for something.

From the beginning of the war to now, Lord Wuji has slaughtered almost all the palaces of Fushenge without any damage... But now, a silk thread that comes from nowhere can actually cut off his palm, causing a rare expression on his face. Out of surprise.

Finally, Mr. Wuji's eyes were fixed in one direction.

boom--! !

The ground under Lu Liangren's feet suddenly exploded, and a huge oriental dragon swallowed up his figure and rushed into the sky. The rose-red scales were as fine as gems, reflecting the dazzling brilliance!

The strong wind swept by this Eastern dragon blew the tips of Wuji Jun's hair slightly. He squinted his eyes and carefully looked at the Eastern dragon's torso passing crazily in front of him. He seemed to have discovered something and murmured to himself:

"Embroidering silk..."

This dragon is made of embroidered silk.

Each of its scales is intertwined with tens of thousands of extremely fine silk threads, which are extremely lifelike. The direction of the threads is natural and beautiful, so it emits a gem-like brilliance. And such scales on this Eastern dragon, at least There are thousands of dollars...

After this huge oriental dragon swallowed Lu Liangren, it flew into the clouds and mist in mid-air, spinning left and right... followed by the second and third dragon!

Under this charred wasteland, one after another magnificent Eastern dragons emerged from the sky. They flew from all directions and smashed into pieces the giant of the earth that towered over the sky!

Broken stones splashed in the air and hit the ground like raindrops. After these Eastern dragons smashed the giants on the earth, they intertwined and flew in the air, like a beautiful and shocking embroidered picture scroll!

——"Kowloon Sky Survey Map".

Under the sky where nine dragons dance wildly, a figure slowly walks from the distance.

He was a weather-beaten old man, wearing black linen clothes. His figure was extremely small against the wild dance of the nine dragons, but as he appeared, an indescribable aura spread over the wasteland.

The mighty Qingshin Dao pressure gathered on him, like the black sun rising from the wasteland, which no one could ignore... The moment he appeared, everyone who saw him felt in their hearts They will unconsciously have a feeling——

In this world, he is the only one.

"Is this... Shinto destiny?" Mr. Wuji narrowed his eyes slightly, "Shinto destiny is carried in your body. Are you the leader of Qing Shinto in this era?"

The old man in black didn't answer. He just looked at the broken picture frame on the ground and the pools of blood stains in silence, and said hoarsely:

"It seems...I'm still late."

"You came early and it won't change anything."

Lord Wuji spoke calmly, and the next moment, the pressure of the Nine Lords level suddenly came.

It seemed like endless pressure, like crushing the sky, crashed onto the earth. In an instant, the gravel flying in the sky was crushed into powder, and even the air seemed to solidify around him!

The Qingshen Dao luck of the old man in black was also shaken by this pressure, like a kite in a hurricane, it may break and collapse at any time!

"Being the leader does not mean being powerful... You are only eighth level, and there is a huge difference between you and me."

After Mr. Wuji finished speaking, a long black sword made of an unknown material emerged from the wasteland. With a wave of his hand, the long sword soared into the sky!

boom--! ! !

The scorching explosion followed the dance of the sword, splitting the clouds into two halves, and the Nine Dragons flying in the clouds were split open by a sword in an instant, shattered into embroidered silk all over the sky, and fell to the earth.

"...the difference between cloud and mud."

Under the pressure of Lord Wuji, traces of blood oozed from the corners of the old man's mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a calmness that had accumulated for countless years.

He smiled, his weather-beaten face full of wrinkles,

"You're right...so, I want to try it."

The broken embroidery threads all over the sky are like a mighty colorful rain sweeping across the world.

As the old man took a step forward, these colorful "raindrops" suddenly began to actively gather at his feet, like the afterimage of brilliant light, intertwined into the outline of a staircase.

The old man slowly raised his foot and stepped on it. When the sole of his foot fell, a wave of air visible to the naked eye swept across the wasteland!

Boom——!

Immediately afterwards, these embroidered silk "raindrops" began to gather into the outline of the second step!

Lord Wuji, who was originally prepared to deal with the old man's attack, was startled when he saw this scene. Then he seemed to have thought of something, and his face changed drastically, as if he was a little unbelievable.

"When you said try it...that's what you meant?"

…

Boom——!

An invisible wave swept across the world.

At this moment, everyone in Dusk Club was attracted by the sound and looked at the direction of the Battle Wasteland in confusion.

"You just said that the chief is awake??" Plum Blossom 8 asked immediately, "How did you know?"

"I don't know why... I seem to be able to feel something from him."

Chen Ling frowned. In his vision, everything was like a TV with poor contact, flickering at a high frequency... Half of them were the images brought by Yao Qing.

The oppressive white clothes, the murderous intent in the air, the light rain interwoven with silk;

In a trance, Chen Ling seemed to see a young man stubbornly climbing the steps. Even though he was exhausted, he was still climbing towards the sky with light rain...

"What did you feel?"

"He seems... very tired." Chen Ling said uncertainly, "But the breath in his body seems to be rising... He is taking steps, and something is paving the way for him, like steps."

"Steps??" Everyone was stunned.

Boom--! !

The second loud noise came from a distance, and the air waves surged in the air.

"Could it be that he wants to..."

Bai Ye frowned, his eyes fixed on the direction of the battlefield, his eyes full of shock.

"What do you mean?" Jian Changsheng felt that others seemed to know something, but he knew nothing, and he was anxious like an ant on a hot pot, "Tell me, what's wrong with climbing stairs? What does he want to do?"

"He is trying to complete the self-certification of the divine way and let the heaven and earth grant him a position..."

"Grant him a position? Grant what position?"

Bai Ye took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Granted the position of demigod of the Qingshendao."

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