I'm not a drama god

The breath of world-destroying disaster erupted completely. Under the wriggling roots of flesh and blood, the surrounding light was swallowed up. At first glance, it seemed as if the whole sky had merged with the roots and was falling down in a dark mass.

The wind is blowing hard!!

Chen Ling's palm struggled to resist the whistling foul aura of disaster. As the stem rapidly dilated his pupils, a threat of death surged into his heart!

How to do?

What else can be done? !

Chen Ling's brain was spinning rapidly. He thought of almost all the possibilities in an instant, but he couldn't find any chance of survival. He had already returned to the Fusion Sect once in the morning. There were still a few hours before the end of this era's archive. It was impossible to escape danger by leaving the archive...

Just when Chen Ling was tense all over, a hand slowly rested on his shoulder.

Chen Ling was stunned.

He turned his head and found that a figure in a Tang suit had stood beside him. The ends of Sun Bumian's hair were blown by the wind, and the pupils behind the small round sunglasses were quietly looking in the direction of Zhuozai...

Not only Chen Ling, but Ying Fu also didn't notice when Sun Bumian came, and both of them looked a little surprised.

Sun Bumian turned his head and looked at Chen Ling. His gaze was careful and serious, as if he wanted to find something special from Chen Ling... but he still found nothing.

"Sun Bumian, what are you doing?"

Chen Ling noticed the subtle change in Sun Bumian's expression and spoke in confusion.

"I really don't understand his thoughts." Sun Bumian sighed, "Please make way, both of you."

"?"

Chen Ling didn't know what Sun Bumian was talking about, but he and Ying Fu subconsciously made way for him.

Sun Bumian slowly took off the small round sunglasses on his nose and put away his cynical attitude. The hem of his Tang suit was blown by the strong wind. He looked at the huge shadow that almost dragged the sky with his pupils embedded in circles, and slowly walked forward.

Seeing Sun Bumian's back, a thought that he himself couldn't believe came to Chen Ling's mind...

He wants to challenge Zhuzai alone? ?

Chen Ling opened his mouth and was about to ask something, but the next moment, a streak of white spread out from under Sun Bumian's feet.

The moment Sun Bumian stepped down, the white area spread wildly around, almost occupying half of Wushan. At the same time, countless circles nested each other, swaying in the white light with him as the center, like ripples caused by a stone falling into a lake, densely occupying the ground.

"Master... Is this the last move you taught me?"

Sun Busian looked down at the ripples beneath his feet and muttered to himself.

The world can only see the ripples under his feet, but only Sun Bumian himself knows that each ripple here represents a reincarnation of himself...

After thousands of years of accumulation, how many times has Sun Bumian reincarnated?

From the prosperous times to the wars, to the reconstruction of the country, to the prosperity again... Times are changing, and Sun Bumian is always a part of it. But in those ancient times, before material desires were rampant and everyone prayed for happiness, Sun Bumian stepped onto the eighth step so many times that he himself could not remember.

Just as Master said, each of his reincarnations is an accumulation...

The key to everything,

It just happened in Sun Bumian’s mind.

"A rhizome doesn't take much."

Sun Bumian looked at each of his reincarnation selves and muttered to himself like a money-grubber.

He took another step forward, and several circles of white light under his feet slowly floated up, nesting beside Sun Bumian like the circles in his pupils... At the same time, one shadow of Sun Bumian after another appeared behind him.

No matter in which reincarnation, Sun Bumian's appearance has not changed, only his clothes are slightly different, sometimes he wears simple coarse linen, some wear fine silk, and some wear furry fur... But his simple and pure eyes remain unchanged throughout the ages.

Eighth level, eighth level, eighth level, eighth level, eighth level…

These phantoms stood behind Sun Bumian, and one after another, the eighth-level auras burst out. As their figures ignited the colorful flames of the awakening lion, they disappeared bit by bit, and Sun Bumian's own aura began to rise at an astonishing speed! !

"That is……"

Chen Ling was extremely shocked when she saw this scene.

Om-! !

The roots of the turbid disaster, along with the dark sky, crashed down!

The turbid disaster could devour light. When it approached, Chen Ling's vision was almost pitch black. He could only sense that under the whistling wind, the stem was smashing down with a force that could shake the sky and crack the earth. If this blow hit the ground, everyone here would turn into blood, and all the surrounding mountains would be razed to the ground.

At this moment, a ray of colorful light lit up in front of them.

boom--! ! ! !

It was like Pangu creating the sky and chaos suddenly split apart.

Above the pitch-black sky, dense, colorful lines like a spider web suddenly appeared. In the extremely dazzling light, a lion shadow like the sun crossed the darkness and let out a deafening roar.

The next moment, the swallowed light returned to the world again, and everyone looked up and saw that the flesh and blood root that covered the sky had been smashed to pieces!

Pieces of blood rain fell, but they were all purified by Chen Ling's starlight.

And in the air, a young man with lion-like eyes wide open was bathed in flames, his hair flying in the wind, and the aura emanating from his body was even not weaker than the terrifying pressure brought by the destruction of the world just now!

“Big…Brother, this is…”

"A real God?!"

When Pao Ge and others saw Sun Bumian, who was almost like a god in the sky, they almost bowed down to him.

Chen Ling was also extremely shocked by this scene. He had known Sun Bumian for so long during the Nine Lords era, but he had never seen him have such a trump card... You know, the fighting power that Sun Bumian had erupted at this moment was almost that of a demigod! !

Sun Bumian was in mid-air, staring at the crack in front of him with his lion-like eyes. The half-cut root was squirming madly, even more violently than before.

Zhuo Zai seemed to be enraged, and kept trying to break the crack, wanting to extend more of his body to kill Sun Bu Mian, but perhaps because the intersection of the two realms was not yet stable, the crack not only did not expand, but instead shrank a little bit...

"This place doesn't belong to you..." Sun Bumian's voice was extremely low.

He slowly raised his foot, and the blazing colorful fire quickly gathered on his legs, like a scorching sun.

He took a deep breath, used all his strength, and kicked out with a loud bang!

"Get lost!!!"

boom--! ! !

A giant lion's foot that covered the sky and the sun swept forward like a divine pillar, directly kicking a huge hole in the rhizome that was still being repaired. The terrifying seven-colored flames surged in it. After the aftermath of the power was transmitted to the crack, it directly kicked a certain huge existence...

A furious roar came from behind the crack, and Zhuozai's figure was kicked back into the depths of the Bitter Flesh Forest!