I'm not a drama god

"Tan Xin??"

Chen Ling, who was fighting with Chikou, saw the familiar ghost imprisoned by chains and his pupils shrank slightly.

How could Tan Xin's soul be here?

Wasn't he transformed into an aurora by the hand of redemption?

Yes, Tan Xin died in the explosion after launching the Hand of Redemption... He turned the souls of almost all the people in that war into auroras, but his own was the only one missing.

"What? You seem to know this ghost?" a voice drifted over. "Well... dying at the hands of someone you know is also karma in the ghost world."

He was a ghost envoy who was also wearing a white robe and had cinnabar dotted between his eyebrows. In one hand he was holding the chain that bound Tan Xin's ghost, his eyes were tightly closed, and a red mole at the corner of his mouth was extremely conspicuous.

The special envoy of the Ghost Dao Ancient Tibetan, [Xiaoji].

With the appearance of the second envoy, the pressure of the eighth level was superimposed again. The two white-robed men stood under the ghost sky, like gods dominating ancient Tibet.

"What are you doing? You've restricted my ability too!" Chikou angrily questioned Xiaoji as he watched the flames around him getting smaller and smaller.

"The Disaster Domain of Mocking Disaster is too powerful. We cannot allow him to activate it a second time."

Xiaoji replied calmly.

Chen Ling glanced at the two envoys and snorted coldly.

The next moment, his figure rose from the ground again, a pitch-black giant like a demon standing on the ruins, with huge scarlet eyes opened from the top of his head. With the oppressive feeling of world-destruction, he resisted the breath of the two envoys and protected Jian Changsheng and others behind him.

Under the effect of [Stop the War], the divine ways of Jian Changsheng and others were all abolished, but Chen Ling's disaster body was not affected. Even without domain and skills, he could still rely on his physical combat power to deal with the two envoys.

Chikou and Xiaoji felt the oppressive feeling emanating from Chen Ling, and their faces turned a little ugly. They suddenly realized that the suppression of Chen Ling by launching [Stop the War] was not too strong... Instead, it made them feel a little restricted.

"We can deal with the Mocking Disaster slowly. Let's get rid of these other annoying guys first."

Another voice sounded from above.

Su Xi was also seen flying from a distance, leading a strange ghost. His gaze paused for a moment on Jian Changsheng, Chu Muyun, Jiang Xiaohua, and Sun Bumian... Especially Sun Bumian, a deep disgust flashed in his eyes.

Akaguchi and Xiaoji saw the ghost being led behind Suxi. They looked at each other and understood Suxi's plan.

Just as the giant Chen Ling raised his fist to attack, Xiao Ji directly cancelled the [Stop War]!

at the same time,

The ghost behind Su Xi shines brightly!

The pressure of Yishendao suddenly descended, Chen Ling's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition came to his mind!

He was about to open the domain, but the next second a strong spatial fluctuation directly enveloped his body. He only felt a flash before his eyes, and the huge figure disappeared from the spot in an instant!

Only a black and white aura was left to replace his original position, falling silently to the ground.

"Where's Red Heart?!" Jian Changsheng exclaimed when he saw the giant disappear out of thin air.

"Oh no... He wants to separate us and defeat us one by one!"

Chu Muyun realized Su Xi's plan and his face became extremely solemn.

However, before he could finish his words, his figure disappeared out of thin air just like Chen Ling, leaving only a black chess piece that fell on the ruins with a tick.

One after another, the marks of reincarnation climbed up Sun Bumian's pupils, and the power that he had sealed away in the past began to stir... His aura began to rise rapidly from the sixth level, instantly breaking through the bottleneck of the seventh level, and soaring rapidly towards the eighth level!

Snapped--

As Xiaoji snapped his fingers, [Stop the War] descended again.

Sun Bumian, who had just begun to gather his strength, suddenly had his mental power drained away, and the rise of his aura came to an abrupt halt. He felt extremely uncomfortable, as if a mouthful of old phlegm was stuck in his throat.

He stared at Xiaoji with wide eyes and cursed:

"Fuck you..."

[Stop War] was retracted, and almost at the same time, a white light flashed, and a white chess piece replaced his figure and fell lightly to the ground.

"Cube..." Jiang Xiaohua saw the people around her disappear one by one, and a hint of confusion flashed in her eyes.

"Plum Blossom!! Catch me!!"

Jian Changsheng's voice sounded anxiously. Jiang Xiaohua turned around and saw him running towards her quickly with his hand stretched out.

The power of the God of Chess seemed to be to teleport individuals. If the two of them were bound together, even if they were teleported, they would probably be teleported together... The survival rate of two people would definitely be higher than that of one person.

A glimmer of light flashed in Jiang Xiaohua's eyes, and he immediately raised his hand, wanting to grab Jian Changsheng who was so close...

But just as their fingertips were about to touch, Jian Changsheng's figure disappeared without a trace.

tick-

A black chess piece slipped through Jiang Xiaohua's fingers and fell into the abyss-like crack in the ground.

Jiang Xiaohua stood there in a daze.

As Chen Ling and others were separated, the original three envoys also dispersed, leaving only Su Xi, who was holding the chess god's hand, walking towards them in the void.

The envoy's pale robe fluttered in the wind. He looked down at the lonely Jiang Xiaohua below and spoke proudly:

"Powerless...desperate?"

"I watched my companions disappear one by one, but I couldn't do anything."

"In the final analysis, it's because you're too weak... Weak people don't deserve to leave anything behind."

"But it doesn't matter..."

"Soon, you will meet in the River Styx."

Su Xi's calm voice echoed in the ruins.

Jiang Xiaohua's body shook slightly.

His bandaged hand remained frozen in mid-air, trying to grasp his now-defunct companion. His white hair danced above the abyssal crack in the ground. All around him was silent, like a loner abandoned by the world.

He stretched out his palm in the air and slowly clenched it...

The bandages wrapped around his body fell apart one by one. As large areas of fair skin were exposed to the air, the surrounding temperature began to drop at an alarming rate, and a thin layer of frost silently covered the ruins under his feet.

For some reason, an inexplicable and strange aura spread in the air, causing Su Xi's heartbeat to unconsciously speed up...

The white-haired figure slowly turned around.

A pair of purple eyes stared indifferently at the white-robed envoy in mid-air.

……

Hundreds of kilometers away from Jiang Xiaohua.

The other side of the Styx.

"【shock】--!!"

"【Certainly】--!!"

Two thunderous sounds exploded at the same time, and the secret method of drama and the secret method of ghosts, two completely different secret methods of language collided in the void!

Sun Bumian, who was wearing a Tang suit, pinched his hands together and after being shaken and spinning in the air for a moment, he landed steadily on an ancient carved eaves... His black hair fluttered in the wind, and the small round sunglasses on his nose clearly reflected the white-clothed figure on the opposite roof. His face was extremely solemn.