I'm not a drama god

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The dull bells echoed in the rainy night. In the dim hall, the candlelight on the table swayed slightly.

Pale lightning flashed among the dark clouds outside the hall. A graceful figure in a white training suit slowly stepped through the hall's threshold. Her gaze swept around, and a look of confusion emerged in her empty eyes...

"Donor...you are finally here."

At the edge of the dimly lit temple door, a silhouette of a man in a cassock stood up from the kneeling mat.

He clasped his hands together in the shadows and bowed slightly:

"My Buddha is compassionate..."

“He has been waiting for you for a long time.”

Su Zhiwei's eyes were still empty, as if she was in a dream. She asked in a trance, "...What?"

"Donor, you forgot... your obsession is too deep, as if there is a knot in your heart. You prayed for a long time at the foot of the mountain before you got the opportunity to pray to the Buddha..." The monk flicked his sleeves and made a gesture of invitation to the front.

"Now, my Buddha has agreed to see you..."

"Go."

"Pray sincerely to the Buddha. The Buddha is compassionate and kind, and He will surely make your wish come true."

Su Zhiwei slowly raised his head and looked towards the depths of the hall. In the abyss-like dark shadows, a huge Buddha silhouette was sitting on the altar. But perhaps because of the continuous rain outside, the lighting in the hall was very poor and no matter how hard he tried, he could not see clearly.

Su Zhiwei took steps as if possessed by a ghost, and walked towards the Buddha statue in the shadows step by step. Her figure was gradually swallowed by the darkness, with only the flickering candlelight in front of her illuminating her face.

"The Buddha said... He heard it." The monk's voice sounded from the side. "You have lost someone very important in your heart..."

Su Zhiwei lowered her head and looked at her hands, a trace of confusion flashing in her eyes.

She could indeed feel that her heart was empty, as if she had lost someone important, but she couldn't remember it for a moment... She always felt that something was wrong.

The next second, the Buddha statue standing in the darkness slowly twisted, and a vortex-like portal opened in front of Su Zhiwei, and some indescribable aura was spreading wildly.

"Go, my Buddha has found him for you... He is over there." The monk's voice sounded like a ghost in Su Zhiwei's ears.

Su Zhiwei stared blankly at the vortex beneath the Buddha's feet. Deep in her mind, it felt as if a voice was constantly urging her forward, as if the vortex contained something she had been desperately searching for...

Su Zhiwei walked towards the whirlpool.

Click——! !

Just as she was about to step into the vortex, a pale flash of lightning suddenly roared across the sky, and thunder exploded in Su Zhiwei's ears!

Her body suddenly stopped uncontrollably...

a palm,

Gently grab her wrist from behind.

"Sister Zhiwei, that's not me." A very familiar voice sounded.

Su Zhiwei turned her head and saw a young man in an embroidered black shirt standing behind her. He had sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, staring intently at the dark Buddha statue in front of him. Embroidered silk threads extended from his body and had been tied to Su Zhiwei's body at some point, making it difficult for her to move forward.

The moment he saw that face, Su Zhiwei's empty eyes began to regain their spirit, as if the self hidden deep in his heart began to struggle and awaken!

"Donor, what are you waiting for?" The monk's voice sounded anxiously.

"The Buddha is merciful and has only given you this chance. If you delay any longer, the door will close soon. Don't you really want to see him?"

Click——! !

Another pale flash of lightning flashed across the sky.

A figure wearing a black robe with red patterns stepped over the threshold and entered the hall under the illumination of lightning.

"Finally got in..." Chen Ling's eyes swept around the surroundings, narrowing slightly, "No, this isn't Su Zhiwei's world of thought... This familiar aura... is it the turbid disaster?"

Chen Ling waited outside for a long time before finally sensing a flaw in Su Zhiwei's sealed spiritual world. He immediately and without hesitation used his Thought Storm to intervene. However, he never expected to end up in this inexplicable place...

Now it seems that it’s no wonder that there are holes in Su Zhiwei’s spiritual world...it turns out that she was caught in the turbid disaster?

"It's you?! How did you get in here?!"

Seeing Chen Ling step into the hall, the monk's voice suddenly sounded sharp and terrified.

When Su Zhiwei saw Chen Ling, she felt that she looked familiar. Her consciousness was struggling between chaos and clarity. Although there was no wind in the hall, the candlelight on the table seemed to be swept by a strong wind and shook violently!

The young man in black next to Su Zhiwei saw Chen Ling and smiled gently.

"...Yao Qing?"

A hint of surprise flashed across Chen Ling's eyes, and then he figured something out and nodded.

Su Zhiwei's spirit was lost, most likely because of the turbid disaster. It had been trying to merge with Su Zhiwei... but it didn't expect that Su Zhiwei was not a simple Jiujun. In her body, there was a human body embroidery pattern drawn for her by Yao Qing, the demigod of Qingshen Dao, with his life.

If Zhuo Zai wants to merge with Su Zhiwei, it is equivalent to trying to merge with two demigods at the same time. Even if Su Zhiwei's mind is lost, the embroidery pattern in her body can block Zhuo Zai.

If it weren't for Yao Qing, I'm afraid Hongchen Jun would really be merged into the turbid disaster...

"Dr. Su, you should wake up!"

Chen Ling's voice exploded like thunder. The storm of thoughts and the mantra were all integrated into this sentence, which directly extinguished all the remaining candles on the table!

At the same time, Su Zhiwei, who was between chaos and clarity, suddenly woke up!

"Mockery! You're ruining my plan!!"

The monk beside him let out a sharp roar of anger.

The next second, Su Zhiwei's Nine Lords aura began to permeate the hall. There was no longer any confusion in his eyes, only a cold killing intent and endless anger!

Su Zhiwei remembered everything. She had never imagined that the seed she was about to destroy was actually a trap prepared by the Turbid Disaster... She had never imagined that this group of disasters would be so arrogant as to want to merge with the Nine Lords?

"Zhu Zai...you're looking for death!!"

boom--! !

A terrifying storm swept through the hall, and even the darkness seemed to be suppressed by Su Zhiwei's breath. On the altar deep in the hall, the Buddha statue that was originally unclear gradually took on a clear outline.

A strange Buddha, woven from blood, flesh, and roots, sat before the three of them, like a wriggling mountain of flesh. Atop the statue, a large, fruit-shaped head had opened a pair of tiny eyes, surveying everything within the hall...

Its face looked a little ugly.

A young man in black, a woman in white, and an actor in red stood side by side in the hall. The auras of a human demigod, the Nine Lords of Humanity, and the calamity of world destruction mingled together, shattering the entire hall's aura.

Just as Su Zhiwei was about to close his eyes, let his consciousness return to his body, and continue fighting the turbid disaster, Yao Qing beside him suddenly spoke:

"Since it wants to merge... let it try."

Su Zhiwei was stunned.

She turned her head to look at the face she had seen countless times in her dreams, and pursed her lips.

Of course she knew that Yao Qing was dead, and what appeared here now was just an illusion caused by the human body embroidery entering her brain... Her subconscious mind constructed a "Yao Qing" in the hall to protect herself.

But even so, when she really saw Yao Qing standing in front of her alive again, she couldn't help but feel dazed for a moment.

"That makes sense..."

Chen Ling rubbed his chin with one hand, as if he had thought of something interesting. "Then, let's try to fuse it?"

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Su Zhiwei frowned slightly, then relaxed, a hint of coldness flashing across his heroic eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, the embroidery silk wrapped around her body unraveled at the same time. Then she took a sudden step forward and plunged her right hand into the surging vortex!

She looked up at the towering flesh-and-blood Buddha, her expression seeming to say:

Don't you want to merge with me?

Come,

I give you this chance!

As Su Zhiwei's arm entered the vortex, Yao Qing beside her turned into flying embroidery silk threads. These embroidery silk threads wrapped around Su Zhiwei's body, as if they had merged into one with her, and at the same time penetrated into the body of the flesh and blood Buddha along her arm!

Tianshu Realm does not have such powerful reinforcements as Lingxu Jun.

But Su Zhiwei, and Yao Qing.

Under the combined power of Su Zhiwei and Yao Qing, the body of the flesh-and-blood Buddha trembled slightly, as if using all its strength to resist the combined power of the two!

The fusion of Thought Disaster's research is only a one-to-one fusion. Both Thought Disaster and the Fusion School know that fusion is a one-way process... Since ancient times, anyone who attempts to fuse two disasters at once has only one outcome...

That means it is completely blown up.

Fine cracks began to spread across the surface of the flesh-and-blood Buddha statue, but they slowly stopped when they reached the waist.

The turbid disaster is still a turbid disaster after all. As a world-destroying calamity, it actually took on the power of two demigods. However, fusion is no longer possible. It now only wants to extract its power from Su Zhiwei. The entire Buddha statue is shaking more and more intensely!

Then,

A figure wearing a black opera robe with red patterns slowly walked under the Buddha statue...

The flesh-and-blood Buddha statue trembled even more violently upon seeing this scene. Its tiny eyes widened like bells, staring intently at the silent and smiling Chen Ling. Its gaze seemed to be saying:

elder brother……

Let’s not make trouble, okay???

"You've melted everything, so you should melt some of mine too." Chen Ling chuckled softly, "I wish you good luck."

After saying that, he put his hand into the vortex.

Chen Ling's real body is not here now, but even his thoughts carry a hint of the aura of destruction...

When this breath of annihilation was drawn into the stalemate between Zhuozai and the two human demigods, the balance that Zhuozai had managed to maintain with great difficulty collapsed. Even if it was strong enough to fight 1v2, it couldn't do 1v1v2...Zhaozai's breath was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, a real troublemaker!

The fine cracks that originally only reached the waist of the flesh-and-blood Buddha statue began to spread wildly, splitting directly in half from the middle like a tree trunk struck by lightning, and large amounts of blood gushed out from the broken end!

The hall began to crumble;

The monk began to scream.

The next second, Su Zhiwei and Chen Ling's consciousness plummeted!

……

boom--! ! !

Following a loud bang, everyone who was still fighting hard in the Tianshu Realm was startled and looked back at the same time.

The huge flesh-and-blood Buddha standing in the center of the realm suddenly exploded out of thin air, and large pieces of plant roots fell from the sky wailing. The "Buddha's head" emitting turbid Buddha light was directly split into three petals, and the gushing blood covered the sky.

The lotus flower beneath the Buddha's feet began to wither, and the spreading flesh and blood dried up and disappeared. The aura of destruction that had almost enveloped the entire realm seemed to melt into dust at this moment, dissipating without a trace...

"... Hongchen Jun won???" Lu Liangren saw this scene and said in disbelief.