I'm not a drama god

Yang Muquan was stunned.

This miniature scorching sun came so quickly that he had no time to react. Endless light and heat instantly filled his eyes. He did not feel any pain. It was so warm that he felt like melting in it.

The surging flames rose from the ground and continued to expand. The pupils of Lu Liangren and others suddenly shrank. He grabbed the collar of Di Xidiantang, and the next moment, several people were swallowed up in it!

boom--! ! !

The earth trembled and the scorching sun slowly disappeared in the ruins.

When Di Xidian opened his eyes again in horror, the vast sea of ​​ink and ink was like a burnt scroll, with a ferocious crack carved out of it, and among the flying embers, a vague blood stain remained on the ground.

That's Yang Mudog.

There was no defense, no resistance, no body... The flesh and blood body was burned to ashes in that explosion, not even the bones were left behind, and a seventh-level man just disappeared into the world quietly.

The eighth hall, death.

"This..." Di Xidian was staring at the scene in a daze. He still hasn't recovered from the explosion.

at the same time,

The second and third halls looked at the dusty ruins with extremely grim expressions...

Amidst the dancing embers, a figure in a white scientific research robe was slowly approaching;

He was a tall, thin, middle-aged man, with his hands in his pockets, casually walking as if in his own garden. His skin and facial features seemed to have been carved, without the slightest flaw... Two scarlet philosopher's stones were embedded between his brows, emitting a mysterious and dangerous glow.

"...Wujijun." Lu Liangren's eyes were filled with astonishment.

How come he is here?

He came to the Red Dust Realm, so what about the Infinite Realm? Who should maintain the area that protects the Infinite Realm from being intersected by the Gray Realm?

Wuji Jun did not look at the three halls at all, but stopped calmly beside Brand, who was also blown into a pool of blood and mud.

"Don't pretend to be dead." Mr. Wuji said calmly.

The next moment, the pool of blood mud slowly spread around, like an octopus with thousands of tentacles, slowly outlining a small alchemical array. Wisps of electric light lingered in it, and a body actually struggled to crawl out from the blood mud little by little!

First it was the palm, then the head, the torso... From the white bones to the bloody muscles, the figure fell to his knees in front of Wuji Jun with a thud before he even had time to grow skin.

"Thank you, Mr. Wuji!!" Brand's vocal cords seemed to have not been completely repaired, but the tone of his speech was full of passion. His voice was like fingernails scratching on a blackboard, harsh and unpleasant...

Wuji Jun glanced at the bloody man who made his scalp tingle, and looked away with some disgust.

"Are the formations for refining the Philosopher's Stone ready?"

"Return to Mr. Wuji, not yet." Brand knelt down and said aggrievedly, "I just entered the world of mortals, and I was chased by these palaces. I didn't have time to make arrangements."

"Go and do your thing."

"……Yes!"

Brand staggered to his feet, and with that hideous face without a trace of skin, he turned to look at the three halls, revealing a creepy smile, and then walked towards the depths of the Red Dust Realm without looking back.

Seeing this, Lu Liangren's face became extremely gloomy. He certainly knew what Brand was going to do, but they had finally beaten Brand to the point of near death, how could they just let him go?

Lu Liangren clenched the eight-foot ink pen in his hand and was about to stop Brand when a gust of breeze blew over his cheek...

His pupils contracted slightly.

"you……"

Snapped--! !

A light sound came from behind Lu Liangren. He turned around suddenly and saw that the head of the West Hall was gone... A torso with a drawing board on its back was standing there, but from the neck upwards, there was only nothingness.

At this time, the man in the white scientific research robe was walking past his shoulder calmly, with a golden head in his hand.

The face of the golden head still showed the astonishment and fear of the West Hall, which was so lifelike that it would be difficult for any sculptor in the world to copy such lifelike details...

It was a perfect work of art.

Wuji Jun casually threw the golden head to the ground. In mid-air, the gold suddenly turned into ceramics and shattered to the ground with a bang, splashing blood, flesh and mud all over the ground.

The west hall, death.

"Now, the trash fish are gone."

Mr. Wuji patted the dust on his hands, as if he had just crushed two ants to death.

Lu Liangren watched the two palaces die in front of him, the anger in his chest burning, "Wuji Lord!!! Do you really want to be the enemy of all humans??"

"I am not an enemy of humanity... On the contrary, I am saving humanity and saving this deformed era."

"Save humanity? How do you have the nerve to say this??"

"The lifespan of carbon-based life is limited. Even if it can be delayed for hundreds of years, it will eventually die one day... It is abnormal to bet the future of all mankind on nine carbon-based lives."

Wuji Jun spoke calmly,

"The continuation of human civilization lies in reproduction, and reproduction requires a stable environment... The nine human realms based on Jiujun cannot be stable. The human realm is like a rotten wooden boat traveling in a fast river, which may capsize at any time. day.

Therefore, the best way to change all this is to build a giant ship that will never rot or capsize...

And I am the best candidate to be on this giant ship. "

"In order to become a giant ship, you actively overturn other people's boats?"

"For the continuation of human civilization, there must be sacrifices."

"This is not called sacrifice." Lu Liangren pointed at the bloody man Brand who was excitedly rushing towards the depths of the Red Dust Realm, and said grimly, "This is naked deliberate massacre! This is genocide!"

"So what about genocide? As long as I complete immortality, the Infinite Realm can also be eternal; even if only 10,000 people die by then, humankind can still continue for hundreds of years, thousands of years...

My life span is boundless, which is the eternity of mankind. "

"Fuck human eternity!" Lu Liangren couldn't help but curse.

"From the perspective of human continuation, your idea is indeed feasible." The Second Hall suddenly spoke, causing Lu Liangren to look at him in astonishment, but then he continued,

“But the fate of mankind must not be attached to a fixed individual… If the thoughts of an individual can easily control the survival of mankind, then mankind is no different from pigs and dogs in captivity.

Although your body is eternal, your spirit and thinking will gradually become rigid, and may even mutate after thousands of years of absolute power and absolute loneliness... Your thinking is standing still, but human society is moving forward. This is an irreconcilable contradiction, and at that time, a thought of yours may lead to the destruction of human society.

What you are building is not a giant ship, but a human pasture that is completely under your control. "