I'm not a theatre god

"Su Zhiwei, you can't kill me." Lord Wuji said in a deep voice.

"Why?"

"If you kill me, the area that protects the Wuji Realm will be reduced by half. Although I sacrificed the residents of two districts, there will still be at least 1.5 million active people in the outer city... As soon as my clone dies, These 1.5 million people will also die because of you."

Su Zhiwei sneered, "You know you can't escape, so you want to use morality to restrain me?"

"I'm just stating the facts." Mr. Wuji said hoarsely, "I did start a realm war, but from the beginning of this war to now, we have only killed two million people in total... You kill me now, Wuji There will also be 1.5 million casualties in the realm. If this is the case, what is the difference between you and me?

It's just that my killing is tangible, but your killing is intangible. "

Su Zhiwei's eyes gradually turned cold. She raised a light thorn in her hand and stabbed it into Wujijun's chest!

Invisible ripples rippled, and a black hole the size of a fist was instantly opened in Wujijun's chest, but there was no heart there. Today, Wujijun has long transcended the category of carbon-based creatures, and all fatal attacks are ineffective against him.

Lord Wuji looked at this scene expressionlessly. He was about to say something when the last light thorn stabbed into his mouth and penetrated his head!

boom--!

Su Zhiwei held the light thorn in one hand, her white training clothes fluttering in the gray world, her eyes as cold as ice.

All seven light thorns have been pierced into Wuji Jun's body, like a hedgehog nailed to death on the ruins. Each light thorn is emitting a dazzling light, as if it contains terrifying power.

"I can't let you go, Lou Yu." Su Zhiwei's eyes seemed to be able to understand Mr. Wuji's thoughts.

"You are no longer the stubborn Dr. Lou who was obsessed with academics, and I am not the Su Zhiwei who didn't understand anything back then. We in the exploration team have become a thing of the past. Now we are Jiujun, and we have shouldered too many responsibilities. Too many things...I can't let you go back alive."

As the words fell, the seven light thorns that penetrated Wujijun's body gradually became hot, and invisible ripples emanated from their bodies, melting Wujijun's body into nothingness bit by bit!

Just like the seven fire sticks inserted into the body of the snowman, Wujijun's indestructible body disappeared visibly with the naked eye under the action of the "string". In just a few seconds, Wujijun turned into a silver liquid on the ground, only Half of the head has not completely melted.

Lord Wuji stared at Su Zhiwei in horror, but because of the light thorn in his mouth, he could not speak at all and could only express his anger with his eyes...

Eventually, even his eyes were melted by the ripples of light.

When Lord Wuji only had the three Philosopher's Stones between his eyebrows, Su Zhiwei pulled out the thorns of light, waved them away, and then bent down to pick up the three Philosopher's Stones embedded in the last piece of silver skin. , his eyes were extremely solemn.

Lord Wuji's body has been obliterated by her, leaving only his soul in these three Philosopher's Stones...

Su Zhiwei did not destroy these three Philosopher's Stones, because once she did so, the Wuji Realm would really be reduced by nearly half, and millions of people would die... If the Water Realm and the Aurora Realm were separated With the total annihilation and the almost destruction of the world of mortals, three of the nine human realms have been destroyed. Humanity can no longer bear a heavier blow.

"Sleep in the dust forever." Su Zhiwei said lightly.

As soon as the words fell, the three Philosopher's Stones in Su Zhiwei's hand collapsed quickly, tearing apart several dimensions in the blink of an eye... From a stone the size of a thumbnail, it turned into gravel-like dust, and then shrunk into something invisible to the naked eye. The molecular level seen eventually collapsed into an existence even tinier than electrons.

They are sealed in the cracks of the dimension, and no one in this world can take them out except Su Zhiwei...

This part of Mr. Wuji's soul will sleep forever in the microscopic world.

This kind of tearing apart the seal of the dimension is not easy for Su Zhiwei. Her face is visibly pale and her eyes are full of exhaustion. But in order to deal with Lord Wuji and preserve the hope of humanity as much as possible, she could only do this.

"Is it over..."

Lord Hongchen stood alone in the gray world, falling into silence.

Su Zhiwei didn't know if the two world-destroying disasters that entered the wind would come back. If they did, it would be fatal bad news for her. In her current state, she would definitely not be a match for the world-destroying disaster. ...But she estimated that they would not come back.

Then...

Su Zhiwei pursed her lips slightly, looking at the mortal flowers dancing in her hands, taking a step forward and disappearing into it.

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squeak——

The door of Jinghong Building was pushed open by Kong Baosheng. The young man looked at the silent theater building in front of him, and for a moment it felt like he was in another world.

He wandered on the edge of death several times and escaped from death several times. Unexpectedly, he survived in the end... And Jinghong Tower still stood on the ruins of the mortal world. It seemed to have been intertwined with the boy's fate, waiting for him. The moment the door was pushed open again.

"It's all over...Grandma, it's all over."

Kong Baosheng smelled the smell of old wooden boards in the air, and his tense heart finally relaxed completely.

Li Qingshan followed him and walked slowly into the theater, looking around the Western Zhou Dynasty with a somewhat complicated expression...

"Mr. Li, do you think... will Mr. Li come back?"

"I don't know... maybe, maybe not." Li Qingshan was silent for a moment, "Brother Lin is not an ordinary person. What he has to face is endless danger and challenges... Whether it is the Red Dust Realm or the Jinghong Tower, they may just be a short resting place on his way forward."

"What about you? Mr. Li, will you stay?"

"I... won't either." Li Qingshan took a deep breath, "Grandma is still in Liuzhen, and I have been out for half a year. I think no matter what, I will go back to accompany her to spend her old age... When I have no worries in this world, maybe, I will travel to various realms like Brother Lin, gather the strengths of hundreds of schools, and strive to make further progress in the theater."

Kong Baosheng pursed his lips slightly. After a long silence, he nodded heavily:

"Okay! Anyway, I won't leave. I will continue to stay here and carry forward the Jinghong Tower... I will wait for you to come back."

Li Qingshan looked deeply at the back of the young man in the theater, without saying much, just hummed slightly.

Outside the theater

Many members of the Dusk Club stood on the street, looking at the refugees gradually coming out of the underground shelters under the guidance of police officers in the distance, with different expressions.

"A war between two realms has emptied the foundation of two realms." Plum Blossom J said slowly, "Let's not talk about the Wuji Realm for now. It is estimated that there are no more than 300,000 survivors in the Red Dust Realm this time... It will take a lot of time to recover."

Bai Ye raised the brim of his hat slightly, and his eyes swept across the devastated realm, and said calmly:

"But humans may not have so much time..."

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After running around outside for half a month, he finally fell ill. I have a fever today, and there is only one update~~ (put your hands together)