I'm not a theatre god

Seeing that naughty smile and those pretending to be scissor hands, Kong Xuan's expression suddenly became a little ugly.

"Is it you?!" Kong Ru's voice was like frost.

"It seems that I came at the right time." Sun Bumian said leisurely, "Others may not know your details, but you were killed from the beginning to the end with one move... But I have already touched the so-called "magical powers" of your ghosts and gods. Thoroughly."

Kong Suan seemed to have recalled something, and did not try to refute. He just silently clenched the chain in his hand, and for the first time, unprecedented murderous intent burst out from his Yin and Yang eyes!

"So what? You are too weak now." Kong Lu said coldly, "If you don't want to live a life without disaster, you have to take the initiative to come to me to seek death... Today I will make your soul fly away and completely cut you off. The road to reincarnation!”

The chains around Kong Sui instantly erupted with dazzling light, and the army of souls floating in the air stirred up. The original soul of [Flushing the Ground] was a little dim, and almost all the soul power around him poured into another soul.

A field quickly opened from around Kongxue!

In an instant, everything around seemed to be covered with a hazy gauze, the colors continued to weaken, and black and white occupied most of the space... The stones that were originally scattered on the ground also gradually faded and disappeared in this gauze. Instead, there are only neat fonts left by pen and ink:

【Stone】.

Jian Changsheng stood in the field, frowning and looking around.

In addition to stones, the tall tower in the distance was also replaced by a word "Tower" of the same size, as well as "Lights", "Clothes", "Gears", "Steel Shards", "Flame"...

All matter in this field has been replaced by concrete words. These words are as if they are alive, flickering slightly with the breath of emptiness, as if they are breathing.

"What the hell?!" Jian Changsheng frowned and said.

"It's the realm of those souls during their lifetimes." Sun Buyimian explained calmly, "The Ghost Way can allow the detained souls to regain their previous power for a period of time at the cost of consuming the soul, but it can only activate one at a time... For example, he Now that this realm of Shu Shen Dao has been opened, the power of Li Shen Dao can no longer be used."

Before Jian Changsheng could react, Kong Suang raised his hand and pointed. All the words seemed to receive some kind of guidance, trembled slightly, and then flew towards Sun Bumian in all directions!

[Stone], [Blade], [Fire], [Skull of Corpse], [Jian Changsheng’s Sword], [Jian Changsheng’s Shoes], [Jian Changsheng’s Cursing Spit]…

These words were intertwined, and most of them retained the characteristics of the material itself. Some were extremely sharp, and some were as hot as fire. The surging murderous intent instantly locked onto Sun Bumian from all directions, leaving no blind spots for him.

Sun Bumian's eyes behind his sunglasses calmly scanned the surroundings, and he clicked his tongue helplessly...

"Can't hide...forget it, just make do with it."

Sun Bumian took a deep breath, and he threw up the lion awakening hood he was holding in his arms... The realistic lion awakening hair fluttered gently in the wind. The next moment, a burst of breath burst out from Sun Bumian's body!

Sun Bumian slowly spread his hands, with his palms facing upward, as if he was holding something up, and the corners of his black and red Tang suit were flying!

There was no playful smile on his face anymore. Instead, there was calmness and depth that seemed to have accumulated over countless years... He said lightly:

"[Good luck and bad luck]."

The invisible realm swept across the sky with his breath, and in those pupils with rings embedded in them, the world seemed to take on a different look...

Gold and black, like mist, fill every corner of the world, dividing everything... The two colors of gold and black correspond to Sun Bumian's raised hands. The gold on his left hand corresponds to [Auspicious], and the black on his right hand corresponds to [Auspicious]. 【fierce】.

The most illusory fortunes and misfortunes of all time were presented to Sun Bumian in the most intuitive form. Any objects, creatures, and even areas of nothingness were all presented in these colors. Some were gold with black, and some were black with gold... But there are also very few that are only entangled with one color.

For example, Jian Changsheng exudes ancient murderous intent on the ground.

The black aura on Jian Changsheng's body was so obvious that Sun Bumian couldn't help but take a few more glances, his expression was a little subtle...

But at this moment, under the coverage of the pen and ink field, the "fierce" in this area is far greater than the "auspicious". The black air is almost covering the sky, and it is still approaching Sun Bu Mian continuously!

With a thought in his mind, Sun Bumian slowly made a seal in front of him with the [good] and [bad] words on his left and right hands.

"[Good and bad fortune·fenjing]."

The next moment, the [good luck] and [bad luck] in the field were all peeled off from each other, turning into distinct golden and black qi. As Sun Bumian raised his hand, all the gold representing [good luck] poured into the awakening lion in the air. The hood, all the black color representing [fierce] poured into Sun Bumian's body!

The empty lion headband was filled with auspiciousness, and the hand-painted lion's eyes actually possessed spirituality. It swayed in the air and grew into a complete body, with its flame-like hair blowing in the wind!

It stepped on the auspicious clouds and roared across the sky. The flames on its body rolled up and directly burned all the pen and ink flying towards Sun Bu Mian into ashes.

At the same time, Sun Bumian, who had gathered all the [big evils] around him, had a completely different temperament than before. His original laziness and relaxation completely disappeared, replaced by an inexplicable and terrifying terror!

He was still wearing a Tang suit and stood there quietly. The world was eclipsed in front of him. The first time anyone saw him, they would subconsciously want to stay away...

Now he is the embodiment of all the ominousness and disasters in the world!

"This guy..." Seeing Sun Bumian in this state, even Jian Changsheng, who was in the twelve-fold amplification state, instinctively felt fear.

The ink filling the sky was burned and torn apart by the auspicious awakening lion, but it did not dissipate. Instead, as Kongwang's mind moved, the remaining strokes quickly reorganized in the air, outlining a large word filling the sky!

[Fire]! !

When this word was formed, a huge pillar like the breath of a fire dragon fell from the sky. Under extreme condensation and compression, the flame was even as sticky as magma, instantly covering the two figures of a man and a lion, and even engulfing Jian Changsheng below!

The flames were gushing out too fast and covering a wide area. Jian Changsheng had almost no chance to dodge and could only rely on his body to withstand the burning flames. Even the blood-red sword in his hand began to melt...

Under the high temperature, all of Jian Changsheng's scars were sintered. He had no blood left to use [Blood-Dripping Tower]. The flames licked his body and began to gradually carbonize and char it!