I'm not a theatre god

"No……"

"No!! How is this possible?!!"

Brand maintained a huge alchemy formation and watched with his own eyes as millions of souls that were about to be condensed and refined began to break free from the control of alchemy, eyes widening in disbelief!

As the owner of the Shaman Way, Brand understands the human soul very well. The soul is ethereal. To a certain extent, it is something from another dimension. Without special methods, the human eye cannot even see it. May see them.

No matter how powerful a person is in life, their souls will not have power after death, so Brand's alchemy is essentially to control souls through pain, allowing them to self-aggregate and distort...

But now, these souls have actually escaped his control? ?

This incident was so outrageous in Brand's eyes, it was like bacon that was about to be cooked, suddenly resurrected, then sprouted wings and flew out of the window!

"The pain of the soul is cleansed... Damn! Is that the ballad? What the hell is that?!"

Brand was almost going crazy. He frantically poured his mental power into the alchemy formation. The red lightning traveling in the sea of ​​souls became more and more dense, trying to intensify the pain and drag these souls back again.

The soul that had begun to spread and disappear was frozen at this moment, sometimes calm, sometimes distorted, as if there were two big hands wrestling in the air in the invisible void!

Click——

Red lightning flashed, completely illuminating the souls under the sky. When all the survivors in the main city saw this scene, they subconsciously held their breath...

Then, they set their sights on the actor in red who ascended to the sky.

Chen Ling's eyes were calm.

He used [Cloud Step] to ascend to the sky; he used [Mantra] to spread his voice throughout the city; he used [Requiem Ballad] to heal the pain of all souls, break free of the shackles of alchemy for them, and return to heaven and earth.

He has now used three of the basic secret techniques of the Western University that he learned in Xi Dao Ancient Collection... And Chen Ling's background is more than that.

This was the first time Chen Ling sang "Requiem Ballad" in actual combat, but the moment he sang the first line, he seemed to have realized something. The weeping clouds in reality resonated with the words in the ballad, and a wave of A familiar feeling came to Chen Ling's heart!

Chen Ling took a deep breath, and the scene in the Aurora Realm where the second senior sister Luan Mei sang "Requiem Ballad" to heal millions of frozen souls...

He flicked his red sleeves, and his figure gradually overlapped with that of the second senior sister at that time. Two completely different tones sounded from his throat at the same time!

""O you who weep","

""Please close your eyes gently"..."

【Sleeve hands to move the sky】!

Although Chen Ling did not use any substantive attack, with the addition of this secret method, his mental strength has reached an unprecedented peak at this moment, and the resonance of his soul has reached the extreme. In terms of "Requiem Ballad" alone, he has even No weaker than Senior Brother and Sister Shengdan Jingmo Xiwei!

The moment these two songs rang out, all the souls imprisoned under the clouds felt as if their shackles in the void had been cut off by a sword, and they were completely detached from the world!

Buzz—! !

The wrestling in nothingness ends with the collapse of the alchemical formation;

The next moment, millions of souls gathered in the ocean, reflected by the afterimage of red electric light in the sky, rushing towards Dahong Opera Robe. From a distance, it looked like a magnificent and vast ocean current, swallowing Chen Ling!

woo woo woo woo--

Countless souls passed by Chen Ling's body, and the red opera robe made a hunting sound.

With the help of the red electric light, Chen Ling could see the tear-filled faces looking at her with thanks. They are ordinary people who were burned to death, chopped to pieces, and buried alive in this war; they are mothers, fathers, children, and all living beings.

Among them, Chen Ling also saw a few acquaintances, the reluctant Yang Mudog, the abstract-looking Second Hall, and even the members of the Witchcraft Association who were killed by the shadow toad in the melee just now...

Their expressions were all different, but they all followed the torrent of souls and swept behind them like a gust of wind, eventually dissipating without a trace.

At the very end of the sea of ​​souls, Chen Ling saw a familiar figure.

It was a girl wearing an elegant long dress. She was holding a small suitcase in front of her with both hands, and she seemed to be trotting over awkwardly...

Perhaps because of his soul, Chen Ling couldn't see her face clearly. Only occasionally when red lightning flashed across, he could vaguely see a familiar shadow.

She did not brush past Chen Ling like other souls, but stopped lightly.

Chen Ling didn't know if she was talking, but he only knew that in those few seconds, time seemed to pass very slowly... The girl raised her translucent jade hand, stretched out to Chen Ling's wrist, and gently rubbed the dyed hand. Blood golden bracelet.

Chen Ling did not dodge, but quietly looked at the position of the girl's eyes. After a long silence, she sang softly:

""Stay till dusk ends in the darkest times,""

""I will promise you morning glow and blue sky."

After hearing the last two lines of the song, the girl was slightly startled.

The corners of her mouth turned up, as if she were smiling... Then she picked up the flowing skirt with both hands and bowed deeply to Chen Ling, as if she was thanking her or saying goodbye.

Then, she stepped forward gently, and a gust of wind brushed Chen Ling's cheek like a gentle palm and disappeared without a trace...

boom--! !

The moment the last ray of soul wind drifted away, the crumbling wall around Chen Ling finally made a crisp explosion and completely collapsed into nothingness!

At this moment, the long-lost emotions were like a tide, sweeping wildly into Chen Ling's mind!

In a trance, he saw the people who collapsed in despair in the war, he saw the rain of fire in anger like the end of the world, he saw some people returning to the world without hesitation, he saw some people fighting in the sea of ​​blood, he saw some people fighting bloody battles with the flags of their ancestors... All those things he had not understood and had watched coldly, all returned with the surge of the soul wind.

Those emotions were like a torrent after the collapse of the dam, overlapping and impacting Chen Ling's mind...

When he came back to his senses again, he was already in tears.

The breeze slowly stopped...

Two million suffering souls finally returned to heaven and earth.

The blood-colored lightning never lit up again, and the alchemy array between the clouds had disappeared. Under the dead clouds, only a red opera robe stood alone.

But the next moment, the wind rolled and the clouds surged! !

The pressure of the eighth level was like a mountain range falling from the sky, carrying with it a raging anger and murderous intent, and accompanied by a blood-red thunderbolt, it crashed into the void in front of Chen Ling!

Brand's eyes were full of bloodshot, he clenched his fists tightly, and looked at Chen Ling with a look that wished he could eat him alive! !

"You...are you looking for death???"