I'm not a drama god

Ancient collection of military art.

A figure covered in blood stumbled out of the whirlpool and fell into the frozen sea.

The biting cold eroded his whole body. Jian Changsheng endured the pain and stiffness caused by the cold, struggled to swim a hundred meters, and finally climbed up a two-meter-long ice floe.

"Cough cough cough..."

He lay weakly on the ice, all his physical strength was exhausted. A sea breeze blew by, and the moisture on his body solidified into debris, taking away the last few traces of his heat.

Jian Changsheng stared blankly at the black sky and the giant sword that was gradually moving away. There was only numbness on the ferocious scarred face.

He survived.

He didn't know how he lived... The last moment he remembered was the scene of Chen Ling standing in front of him holding a gun. He remembered that his heart had been pierced.

Thinking of this, Jian Changsheng subconsciously reached out and touched his chest. The flesh and blood were still intact, and no big hole had been made. There seemed to be something dancing inside...

He could feel that as the heart beat, murderous aura flowed through his blood, and his whole body seemed to be being washed.

Also, there seemed to be something more in his body... which was constantly resonating with the black giant sword in the distance.

"That guy... what kind of monster is he?" Jian Changsheng recalled the red-clothed figure who single-handedly killed Bingdao Guzang, and he still felt a little scared in his heart.

Ever since he killed Yan Xicai and fought all the way, his anger had accumulated to an extremely sharp level, but he didn't expect that Chen Ling would pop up in the end and crush his pride into rubbish in a few strokes.

The most important thing is that until now, he still doesn't know who that person is... the fire usurper? Law enforcer? Or some other conspiracy organization?

Jian Changsheng rested for a moment and sat up from the ice. His eyes swept across the endless frozen sea, and a terrible thought suddenly came to his mind...

How should he go back?

When they came, they had been on the ship for several hours. Now that he had nothing, could he use his hands to pull the ice floe and float it back?

Jian Changsheng's face became increasingly ugly, because he realized that apart from this option... he really had no other choice.

He gritted his teeth, crawled on the ice, dipped his hands into the sea water, and with amazing speed and strength, moved bit by bit in the direction of Winter Harbor.

Even if he beat Jian Changsheng to death, he would not have thought that [Shura], who was so high-spirited not long ago, could now only be reduced to a humanoid engine.

He needs to speed up...

Before you starve to death or freeze to death.

……

On the way back to the third area, Chen Ling told Han Meng everything that happened in Bingdao Guzang... Of course, it was his version.

Han Meng listened in silence. After Chen Ling had finished speaking for a long time, he asked the first question hoarsely:

"Jiang Qin...how did he die?"

"He was killed by the Fire Usurper No. 8." Chen Ling paused for a moment, "I avenged him."

Han Meng looked at Chen Ling's coat, which originally belonged to No. 8, and the pain could not be concealed in his eyes. Chen Ling had never seen such loneliness and exhaustion on his face.

"...Thank you." This time, it was Han Meng who thanked Chen Ling.

Chen Ling did not respond because he felt that he was not worthy of this thank you... Jiang Qin was already dead, and revenge for him would not change anything. If he was really capable, he should also save Jiang Qin.

As for the other members of the Hōdō Kozo, although their deaths are all related to him, even if he does not instigate the hatred between the law enforcer and the Fire Usurper, when the Fire Usurper seizes the Dao Foundation fragments, both sides will still have troubles when they return to the entrance to the Kozo. Let's fight, not to mention there is a thief Saint Bai outside.

From the very beginning, when this group of law enforcers entered the Hōdō Kozo, there was no possibility of leaving alive.

"By the way." Han Meng looked at Chen Ling, "Have you embarked on the path of the God of War this time?"

"Ah."

"Which path?"

"[Shura]."

A flash of surprise flashed in Han Meng's eyes, and he nodded slightly, "[Shura] That's right... not many people in the entire Aurora City have set foot on this path."

"Which path are you on?" Chen Ling asked pretending to be stupid.

"[Judgement]."

"Is it any different from [Shura]?"

"Of course, [Judgment] pursues the ultimate killing, but after the level is high, the body becomes relatively fragile... and [Shura] is the king of close combat. Although the damage is not as good as [Judgment], its survivability is extremely strong .

Especially the first-level skill [Blood Clothes], you should be able to feel the power it brings to you... Unless you kill in one blow, the more serious the injury, the stronger the damage. When this effect is increased to the extreme, the damage will not be inferior. At [trial]. "

Chen Ling nodded thoughtfully.

Now he already has the third and western level skills of [Judgment], and the first level skill of [Blood Clothes]... Combining the two, I don't know if it can be considered as making up for each other's weaknesses?

"Then how do you advance after setting foot on the Shinto?" Chen Ling asked tentatively, "Are there any conditions that need to be completed in advance?"

"Conditions? There is no such thing."

Han Meng explained, "Although the ten Western Shintos in the world are different, their essence is the same... They all use spiritual power to drive the climb. Each time you climb the ladder, in addition to getting different skills, it will also trigger spiritual power. raised dramatically.

In the final analysis, this thing depends on personal talent. People with talent who are in line with Shinto will grow faster in spiritual power and advance faster... If the talent is insufficient, advancement will be very difficult, and in the end they can only If you stop at a certain level, you will be trapped in that level for the rest of your life.

Of course, after the western level, it will become more and more difficult to advance. Sometimes, in addition to the accumulation of mental power, some breakthrough opportunities are also needed. "

Sure enough, other people's advancement does not need to be as troublesome as his own... Chen Ling let out a long sigh in his heart.

In addition to the growth of his mental power, he also needs to complete additional performance tasks on the stone steps. If he cannot complete it, no matter how high his mental power is, he will not be able to advance to the next level, which means that every step he takes will be more difficult than others. times.

"How long does it usually take to advance from the first level to the second level?"

"For ordinary people, it takes about two years. If you have good talent, you can barely advance in more than a year..."

"So long??" Chen Ling was shocked, "Then how long did you use it?"

"Six months."

Chen Ling:......

No wonder people in the third district say that Han Meng is a genius of the Bingshen Dao... From this point of view, the contrast is too obvious.

But Chen Ling felt something was wrong, because it had only been more than a week since he stepped onto the first step of the Xishen Dao, and now, the soles of his feet had almost touched the second step...

Chen Ling even felt that within a few days, she should be able to truly step onto the second level.

Are you inherently gifted?

Or... was it the reward after completing the performance that saved him a lot of time on the first call?