I'm not a drama god

Cui Ran looked at Su Zhiwei's calm face and his heart trembled unconsciously.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but finally nodded heavily:

"understand!"

“Take care!!”

After saying that, Cui Ran took Mr. Han, who was paralyzed in a wheelchair due to weakness, and quickly ran to the platform on the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

The three clever and divine figures guarding Mr. Han moved without any pause, pushing the wheelchair out of the platform and falling straight down... At the same time, several nozzles suddenly opened at the bottom of the wheelchair, and a hurricane rushed out from them, supporting Mr. Han on it and slowing down to cushion the ground.

The three people, Qiao Shendao and Cui Ran, each carried a special parachute to protect the wheelchair as it slowly floated towards the earth.

They looked down and saw a large number of rampaging skeleton disasters rushing into the city. The collapsed buildings raised dust, covering the sky above the chaotic realm.

How many people died under the trampling of the disaster?

One hundred thousand, two hundred thousand, five hundred thousand?

Cui Ran has lost count.

He just silently clenched the dagger under his sleeve, and sweat dripped down his cheeks due to nervousness... He looked at the frail figure sitting in the wheelchair, his eyes more determined than ever before.

As long as Mr. Han is still alive, all deaths are meaningless. This contemporary leader of the Medical God is risking everything he has to fight against the God of Death for people!

But it is precisely because of this that Mr. Han, Cui Ran and others are under too much pressure... Their life and death are related to the survival of the entire realm.

Cui Ran, who was slowly descending, did not notice that in the corner of his mind, a figure wearing a red robe with black patterns emerged from the ruins on the ground.

Chen Ling looked down at her hands, a hint of joy flashing in her eyes:

"Success... Although my body is sealed in the Ruoshui Ruins, my Thought Storm can still be used."

At this time, Chen Ling's body has been sealed in the Ruoshui ruins by the demigod Shushendao, unable to break free, but his spirit can still extend outward through the storm of thoughts... This means that he still has a chance to get rid of the seal.

The seal left by the demigod of Shushen Dao can only be broken by a ninth-level being, so as soon as Chen Ling discovered that the thought storm could be used, he came to the Tianshu Realm. After all, the demigod-level being he trusted most in this era was Su Zhiwei who was stationed in the Tianshu Realm.

But when he tried to connect his thoughts directly to Su Zhiwei, he found that there was a powerful aura surging beside Su Zhiwei, which could actually interfere with the entry of his thoughts, so he could only temporarily intervene in the nearest thought to see what was happening here... and the target of his intervention was the assassin Cui Ran who had once had contact with him.

Chen Ling looked up at the Tower of Babel. At this time, the flesh and blood vines had wrapped nearly 80% of the tower, with only a portion of the tower top still standing in the air. The tower bodies that were climbed up by the flesh and blood vines were actually assimilated into flesh and blood. Things that looked like roots and blood vessels appeared on the tower bodies, squirming and full of toughness.

Not only the Tower of Babel, but also the streets near the Tower of Babel were like the diaphragm of the chest, gently pulsating up and down. The original cement ground turned into flesh and blood. Wherever the turbid disaster touched, all matter was turned into life...

"Is this the turbid disaster..." Chen Ling's brows were getting tighter and tighter.

Strictly speaking, this was the first time that Chen Ling felt the power of the Turbid Disaster at such a close distance. The ability to transform everything it took root in to life was fatal to the realm. At this time, the Turbid Disaster had already taken root in the heart of the Tianshu realm.

Where is Su Zhiwei?

The turbid disaster has already taken root in the Tower of Babel, why hasn't she taken action yet?

Due to the disturbance of string theory, Chen Ling still couldn't intervene in Su Zhiwei's thoughts. Just when he was hesitating whether to change his target, the flesh and blood vines rooted in the Tower of Babel had completely wrapped the top of the tower. Zhuo Zai's body slowly moved upward from the ground, and a huge fruit actually grew directly on the top...

No, rather than being a fruit, it is more like a "tumor" that looks very much like a sunflower. It hangs high at the top of the Tower of Babel, as if the tower has grown a head.

But maybe it was because of Chen Ling's angle, but from afar, this tower of flesh and blood standing above the earth, coupled with the sunflower-like tumor, actually had some outlines of a golden Buddha... A faint blood mist floated out of it, very much like the halo of Buddha behind the golden Buddha.

The sacred and the weird blended together at this moment, and the earth became visibly darker, as if even the sunlight was afraid of the gaze of this flesh-and-blood Buddha!

"The Buddha's Dharma image... the golden body of disaster?"

Chen Ling recalled Teacher Ye’s explanation of the turbid disaster and muttered to himself.

The moment the Buddha statue took shape, all beings with their feet standing on the assimilated flesh and blood land were shocked at the same time... As if they were guided by something, they turned around stiffly and walked step by step towards the direction of the flesh and blood Buddha.

Their eyes gradually became dull, and a trace of piety appeared on their faces, like a group of believers illuminated by the Buddha's light, starting a pilgrimage.

"not good!!"

Cui Ran, who had not yet landed, felt his scalp tingling when he saw this scene.

He looked into the distance and found that the battlefield at the edge of the realm was not affected. Only the figure standing on the flesh and blood began to "make a pilgrimage". He immediately realized the problem, "Don't land on the ground! Don't touch the ground with your feet! Let's go to the building next door!"

Several skilled Taoist priests immediately took Mr. Han to change direction and landed on a low building nearby. As their feet landed on the reinforced concrete, nothing unusual happened.

Cui Ran finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Just then, bursts of crisp explosions came from a distance.

Those figures who were "making pilgrimages" on the land of flesh and blood began to have their heads swell violently as they approached the flesh and blood Buddha... Then, their heads exploded like balloons, and strange flesh and blood lotuses blossomed from their brains, greedily sucking in the surrounding air.

One, two, three... ten... one hundred, two hundred...

The nearby people and low-level Shinto practitioners had all turned into lotus flowers under the bloody Buddha's seat. As a bloody breeze blew by, the sea of lotus flowers swayed gently.

"What the hell is this?!!"

When Cui Ran saw this scene, he got goose bumps all over his body. The people from Qiaoshendao nearby even changed their faces and started retching on the spot!

The disaster in the Sighing Wilderness was madly impacting the edge of the realm. The core Tower of Babel of Tianshu became the nourishment for the turbid disaster. External and internal troubles broke out at the same time. As the death toll skyrocketed, Mr. Han's face became paler as paper!

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There is another chapter to be posted later.