I'm not a theatre god

In the snow in the distance, Mo Lian slowly lifted the brim of his bowler hat with his fingertips.

He looked at the scarlet robe standing in the wind and snow from Jiang Xiaohua in the distance, with emotion and teasing in his eyes,

"It is worthy of the [Borrowing Moon] path... Bai Ye, Bai Ye, you have such a special ability, why don't you use it where it should be used..."

"As long as you want, you can play with this fusion of the world-destroying disaster at your fingertips. If the means are appropriate, you can even control his memory and destroy all human realms one by one."

"This is a super weapon that can surpass the Silver King..."

Mo Lian's hands were shining with the glimmer of [Heart Python]. The more he whispered, the more excited he became, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

Just after stealing the ability to steal memories, he saw the rumored fusion of the world-destroying disaster, which made Mo Lian feel a sense of pleasure from the sky. He knew very well that these two things combined together were enough to exert almost invincible power!

As long as he controls it properly, he may even be able to use the ridicule to flatten the Wuji Realm and kill the Silver King!

Once the Silver King dies, the demigod position of the Dao of Thieves will be vacant, and he will become the most promising candidate for the next demigod... This is his chance to become a god!

Before that, let's practice with the ancient treasures of the Emperor Dao...

I don't know how long this ancient treasure, which has been lost for hundreds of years, can hold out against the power of the ridicule?

Just when Mo Lian was expecting Chen Ling to die and the ridicule to be born, something strange happened!

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[Audience expectation value +3]

[Current expectation value: 57%]

Two lines of text passed in front of Chen Ling, and he was slightly startled.

Before he realized anything, the wind and snow in front of him seemed to be torn apart by a pair of hands, and a black-clothed figure holding a long sword, with a monstrous killing intent and resentment, came towards him.

"Chen Ling!!!"

The moment he saw the man's face clearly, Chen Ling's brows gradually frowned;

"It's you." Chen Ling said lightly, "Strange... I clearly killed you with my own hands, why are you not dead yet?"

"Why should I die... Why should I die?"

Jian Changsheng's eyes were full of bloodshot. He stared at Chen Ling, or at his own rough fate, and roared angrily!

"I have been a servant for so many years, and I finally have a chance to escape my fate! How can I die here... You are a monster or a demon! I, Jian Changsheng, will never accept my fate!!"

Jian Changsheng was like a black beast, whistling towards the scarlet robe in the wind and snow!

So fast!

Chen Ling was shocked. Compared with his memory, Jian Changsheng's speed was much faster, but he could actually react and used the boning knife in his hand to block the sword in the first time!

Dangdangdang——!

The boning knife and the long sword collided rapidly, making a crisp and violent sound, and the terrifying force kept blowing away the surrounding ground.

Chen Ling and Jian Changsheng were both surprised by their surging combat power, but as the white light continued to flash over their heads, they had no time to think about the reason, and endless confusion and emptiness filled their minds.

Both of them had forgotten most of their skills, and only retained the most basic combat instincts. The boning knife and the sword continued to cut each other's bodies, and after a moment they turned into two bloody people.

In this situation, both sides' [Blood Clothes] were subconsciously stimulated, and their combat power continued to surge!

Seeing that the two were fighting hard, Chen Ling quickly distanced himself from Jian Changsheng, and aimed the black muzzle of the gun at the bloody body of the little Jian...

He also has a powerful skill, which is [Tribunal] drawn from Han Meng.

As Chen Ling's killing intent spread wildly, a domain-level pressure suddenly descended, and the breath of judgment locked onto Jian Changsheng who was sprinting over. A sense of suffocation of dying continued to rise in the latter's heart...

No...

Jian Changsheng was defeated by this skill last time, but this time, this skill was even more terrifying, so terrifying that he couldn't even think of resisting.

The vermilion robe danced wildly in the wind, and Jian Changsheng even saw his impending death in the dark muzzle of the gun.

"For the restart of human civilization..."

"I judge you to die."

Chen Ling pulled the trigger.

The devastating judgment did not happen, and Jian Changsheng was not decomposed into nothingness under this blow...Jian Changsheng, covered in blood, opened his eyes blankly and found that he was still alive, his eyes full of confusion.

"The [Tribunal] didn't start...why?" Chen Ling looked at his palm and muttered to himself.

The activation of the [Tribunal] requires a "name".

This "name" was formulated by Chen Ling, but it must be consistent with Chen Ling's heart, and it cannot be against his will, and it cannot be arbitrarily framed... His "restart name" that has always worked, this time it actually failed in front of Jian Changsheng...

This shows that in his heart, Jian Changsheng is not the enemy of the restart of human civilization, let alone his enemy?

Why?

The failure of Chen Ling's [Tribunal] made Jian Changsheng's eyes light up. He seized this flaw without hesitation, stabbed Chen Ling's abdomen with a sword, and slashed hard!

The blood splashed on the snow, and Chen Ling was almost cut in half by this blow. The whole person also staggered backwards and fell to the ground under the impact of Jian Changsheng.

"Hahahahaha!! Chen Ling!! This time, I won!!"

Jian Changsheng looked at Chen Ling, who was covered in blood, and couldn't help laughing. He raised the bloody long sword in his hands with both hands and was about to stab Chen Ling's throat!

The next moment, the sword with a cold gleam paused in the air.

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Forgetting progress: 70%

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In the vast snow, Sun Bumian followed the footprints under him and walked back step by step.

Sun Bumian didn't remember where he was, nor why he appeared here. He only knew that when he came to his senses, he had walked a long way in the unknown snow...

After being stunned in the snow for a long time, he still chose to trace back along the footprints he had come from. He wanted to know how he, who was still performing the lion dance a second ago, came here in the blink of an eye.

As he gradually went deeper into the snow, a large area of ​​scarlet blood came into his eyes.

A figure in a scarlet robe had almost been cut in half and lay in the center of the blood... and beside him, a figure staggered back, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"I... I... I killed someone?"

Jian Changsheng's face turned pale. He stared blankly at the blood-stained sword he had just dropped and the dying blood shadow in front of him, his body trembling with fear.

"I killed someone... No... How could I kill someone..."

"What did I do..."

"If Master Yan knew, I would definitely be held accountable by the Chamber of Commerce, and my father would probably be implicated... He was about to get rid of his indenture... It's over... Everything is over..."