I'm not a drama god

Chen Ling was very happy.

He completed three times of beheading evil spirits; mastered soul abilities; his strength soared; Wu Yi also became the new Poison Lord. The hidden dangers of the Ghost-Mocking Abyss were completely eliminated, and he has completely taken control of the entire World-Destroying Territory!

Compared to when he was kicked out of the South Sea Territory not long ago, everything now seemed like a dream. Unknowingly, he had grown to a heinous level...

If we give him a chance to return to the human realm now...

No, there is no such opportunity.

Chen Ling couldn't go back, nor did he want to go back. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to be a free and unfettered king of disasters in the Ghost-ridiculing Abyss than to return to the human realm?

He has everything here: power, authority, status, dignity... He is very happy.

That night, Wu Yi killed many poisonous insects that challenged it;

That night, Chen Ling drank another whole jar of Five Poison Wine.

He returned to his underground palace drunk and could hardly walk steadily. He was like a male ghost in red that had silently broken into an empty hall, erratic and extremely strange.

At this moment, Chen Ling saw her own reflection on the mirror-like floor tiles...

He suddenly froze in place.

"how so……"

In the reflection, he was wearing the familiar bright red robe, but his face... was still the face of the "black-robed actor".

Chen Ling did not realize until now that although he had restored his robe after the third time of beheading the evil spirit, his face had not returned to its original state... It was like the sequelae left after he devoured the black-robed shadow.

His face seemed to be blocked by something, and even using [Formless] couldn't change it.

Dark skin, scarlet eyes, blurred facial features, and even red paper peeling off from his face from time to time like old wall paint. He looked nothing like a human being, but rather a terrifying monster.

At this moment, he no longer looks like Chen Ling, but instead fits the disastrous image of "Mozai" more closely.

Chen Ling's fingertips gently rubbed her cheeks.

"Is this... the price of gaining power?"

He devoured the power of the ridicule so quickly that his body was unable to digest all of the black-robed shadow. Those stubborn parts were deposited on his face like toxins...

Chen Ling tried to use [Painted Red Face] and it did have some effect. Chen Ling could feel the toxins accumulated on his face beginning to melt, but the process was extremely slow. If he wanted to completely get his original face back, it would take at least several months.

During this period of time, he could only live with this hideous and terrifying face of disaster.

Chen Ling frowned briefly and then relaxed.

It doesn't matter,

Anyway, he is now a disaster. So what if he looks like a disaster? So what if he can't find his original face?

To get along with this group of poisonous insects, perhaps my current face is more suitable and can better integrate into the Ghost Mocking Abyss!

He picked up the wine jar and took a big gulp. A drunken smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again. He turned around and continued to stumble into the darkness...

The red dress flutters like a solitary butterfly, flying around.

……

The realm of hanging jade.

A violent roar sounded from the edge of the distant realm, the earth trembled, and hideous cracks began to extend on the surface.

"Is the fighting so intense over there?"

In the fields dozens of kilometers away from the edge, Jian Changsheng could see withered rice fields around him with the naked eye, and his eyes were extremely solemn.

The aura of disaster from the Illusion Mountains has seeped into the earth through the distant battlefield. Even the fields so far away have been affected, which is enough to prove that the war on the front line is already quite tragic.

Jiang Xiaohua, who was standing by, silently sat up from the dirt and said in a sullen tone:

"It's too noisy, I can't sleep..."

"Tsk... Meihua, when do you think they will finish fighting?"

Jiang Xiaohua shook her head honestly.

"I don't understand."

"…Forget it, it's pointless to ask you."

Jian Changsheng looked around and muttered, "That guy Fangkuai said he was going to investigate the battle situation. He's been gone for most of the day, why hasn't he come back yet?"

"He won't die, will he?" Jiang Xiaohua blinked.

"..." Jian Changsheng was somewhat speechless, "If you have the guts, wait for him to come back and say it again in front of him."

Before Jian Changsheng finished his words, he suddenly seemed to realize something. He grabbed Jiang Xiaohua's arm and ripped off the bandage, revealing a large area of ​​fair skin.

At the same time, a mysterious force emanated from Jiang Xiaohua's body, directly hiding the aura of the two people.

Next second,

Several streams of light flew across the sky at high speed!

These figures basically all exuded an eighth-level aura. The leader looked in the direction of the battlefield and raised his hand. Huge shadows resembling coffins began to be outlined in the void, and a large amount of seventh- and eighth-level aura gushed out from them.

"Hey, isn't this an old acquaintance?" Jian Changsheng was hiding in the fields. When he saw the man's face, he raised his eyebrows.

"Who?"

"You forgot about the judge in Wuji Realm, the eighth-level puppet god, the brother of the young master of the Tantric sect."

"Oh..." Jiang Xiaohua nodded, not knowing whether she remembered it or not.

After Tian Huai's figure passed across the sky, he disappeared at the end of the battlefield. A moment later, an increasingly terrifying roar sounded from the distance.

At the same time, a furtive figure came into the field.

"Cube! Here!" Jian Changsheng waved at Sun Bumian.

Only then did Sun Bumian see Jian Changsheng and the other two who were hiding, and he walked over quickly.

"How about it?"

"It's very intense." Sun Bumian said solemnly, "In the Xuanyu Realm, almost all of the Secret Sect has been dispatched. In terms of numbers, they are far less than the Disasters in the False Mountains, but they are all Puppet Gods, and each of them basically controls more than one puppet, so they are not at such a disadvantage...

Just now I saw Tian Huai also left. He has hundreds of puppets, which should help Xuanyu Realm stabilize the situation more quickly."

"It's at a stalemate..." Jian Changsheng seemed to be thinking, "What about the Delusion? There's no demigod here, so Xuanyu shouldn't be able to contain it."

"That's the problem." Sun Bumian paused for a moment.

"I searched the entire battlefield, but found no trace of the Delusion... It was as if it had not participated in this war at all."

Jian Changsheng was extremely surprised. "Is it so confident? It thinks that even if it doesn't take action, these disasters under its command can break through the Xuanyu Realm? Or is it..."

"Or maybe it's afraid of Lord Xuan Yu." Sun Bumian added the second half of the sentence.

"I think this is a more reasonable guess. It knows that once it takes action, the situation will be overwhelming. Once the Xuanyu Realm is pushed too hard, it will directly awaken Xuanyu Jun... and choose to perish together with the enemy."

"Will it be afraid of Xuan Yujun?"

"Who knows..."

"Then what should we do? Continue to wait here?"

Sun Bumian pondered for a moment, "I think we can't wait passively any longer... We have to take the initiative!"