I'm not a drama god

"This disgusting smell of fireworks... every time I smell it, it makes me feel uncomfortable all over." Su Xi frowned and looked at Sun Bumian as if he was looking at an annoying person.

"Haha, then don't breathe." Sun Bumian retorted without showing any weakness.

Su Xi ignored his provocation and spoke again, "Xiangrui, you'd better understand that this is the Ghost Dao Ancient Repository, not your mortal realm... Over the past thousand years, you've repeatedly forced your way into the Ghost Dao Ancient Repository to see your master, at least a hundred times. How much nonsense do you and your master have to say?"

Sun Bumian: ...

Sun Bumian's mouth twitched, and he wanted to make some excuses, but he was indeed a little embarrassed:

"Well... I didn't come here specifically to see my master this time. I brought a friend with me... Of course, since I'm here, I have to see him. After all, it's been hundreds of years. I missed him a lot."

"What do you think our Ghost Dao Ancient Repository is? You can come and go as you please? It's not enough for you to come alone, you also have to bring a group of people with you... Do you really think this place is a tourist attraction?!"

Su Xi became angrier and angrier as he spoke, his anger rising rapidly, and even the chain holding Tan Xin behind him began to shake violently!

"When you came here before, you were already at level eight, so we couldn't keep you. Now you're only at level seven..."

"Since you are here, stay and accompany your master."

The white robe swept across the sky and rushed straight towards Sun Bumian. Although he did not use any mental power, his ghostly magical powers were still ready to go!

Sun Bumian sneered:

"Seventh level?"

"Since you're not afraid of a seventh-level cultivator like me, why did you use [Stop War] to lock my spiritual power? Let me guess... you know what will happen if you release my power, right?"

Su Xi's face darkened slightly. They had been dealing with each other for thousands of years, so of course he knew how terrifying Sun Bumian's power of reincarnation was. Even though he was only at the seventh level now, once he was determined to kill the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure at all costs, he would be able to immediately recover his former eighth-level power... or even higher.

But fortunately, in the past two years, a high-level [Stop War] has appeared among humans. This may be the only way to restrain Sun Bumian, and it is also the trump card that the Ghost Dao envoys have specially hidden to deal with him.

"Cut the nonsense."

Su Xi flicked his sleeves, and chains were directly connected to the River Styx. With the infusion of a large amount of ghost power, Su Xi brought his ghostly magical powers to the extreme!

He raised his hand and pointed at Sun Bumian from a distance:

"【Delusion-Breaking Finger】."

The terrifying pressure that penetrated the heavens and the earth fell along Su Xi's fingers. The destructive power contained in it was dozens of times greater than that released by Kongwang when he was in the Tianshu Realm. The inexhaustible Styx was the advantage of the Ghost Envoys in fighting on their home turf, and also their greatest confidence!

Sun Bumian snorted coldly, and the flames of the awakening lion ignited from his body. The rich smell of human fireworks spread crazily in the ghost path...

"If you want to fight me, then come!"

He raised his hand and pressed towards the huge finger that was falling...

The secret method of theatrical art, [Changing the sky with bare hands]!

A finger and a palm collided violently in the void, and the aftermath visible to the naked eye swept across the sky!

……

"Not buddy..."

"Where did this come from for me?"

On the other side of the River Styx, Jian Changsheng looked at the unfamiliar ruins of high-rise buildings around him, his eyes filled with deep confusion.

rustle--

Plastic bags were carried by the breeze and flew under the dim sky. The wreckage of tall buildings was scattered everywhere. In the reflection of the skyscraper glass, a figure in white was slowly walking towards them.

Jian Changsheng frowned, turned his head suddenly and looked behind him, holding the hilt of the sword behind his waist with one hand, as if facing a powerful enemy.

"The Way of the God of War..."

"This murderous aura is somewhat familiar."

A calm voice came from afar. As the pale robe fluttered in the wind, a deep face carved like a mask was exposed to Jian Changsheng's vision...

The special envoy of the Ghost Dao Ancient Tibetan, [Da'an].

"Tsk."

"Did we still meet?"

As Jian Changsheng clenched his hands, ancient murderous aura gushed out from the scabbard. He slowly pulled out the long sword from his waist, and the black armor condensed from the murderous aura clung to his body!

Jian Changsheng held the sword in one hand and stretched out his palm vertically with the other. With a determined look, he slowly drew the sword across his palm, and strands of scarlet blood flowed down his arm.

Watch the blood.

The field is open!

As the murderous circle gathered behind Jian Changsheng, Da'an's tightly closed eyes trembled slightly.

"Sure enough..." Daan said calmly,

"In that case..."

Daan raised his pale sleeves and pointed his index finger at the Styx flowing in the sky.

A chain flew out from his fingertips and accurately tied up a ghost in the River Styx. As the chain contracted, the ghost streaked across the sky like a meteor and crashed down beside Da'an!

The sweeping gust of wind blew through Jian Changsheng's black hair. He held his sword horizontally in front of him and looked at the ghostly figure tied with chains...

The next second, he froze in place.

boom--! !

A massive pillar of ancient murderous aura erupted from Daan's body!

Black armor converged on Daan's white robe, and a murderous aura silently swirled behind him. Daan stretched out his hand and grasped it in the void. A longsword identical to Jian Changsheng's fell into his palm...

The chains swayed gently in the air.

A broken ghost floated silently beside him.

The Way of the God of War, the Shura Path...

The God of Killing Baiqi.

……

The vermilion earrings danced lightly in the wind.

Chen Ling tilted her head slightly and looked behind her...

"You, Guidao Guzang, really think highly of me..." Chen Ling said calmly.

In the dark street behind him, two figures in white stood on two extinguished street lights. The corners of their clothes fluttered in the wind, and their pale cheeks looked like ghosts.

"They actually sent two special envoys?"

"Of course, we have to be cautious when dealing with the Chaos Calamity." Chikou snorted coldly, "As for that sixth-rank Medical God, he won't live long anyway. Killing him will be as easy as crushing an ant."

Hearing this, Chen Ling's eyes fixed.

"……What did you say?"

"What he said is unimportant." Another special envoy in white with two black horns on his forehead said grimly, "Today, we must avenge Kong Wang."

The last special envoy of Guidao Ancient Tibetan, [Liulian].

As Liu Lian raised his hand and pointed, a chain rushed straight towards the River Styx.

The ghost-controlling technique was activated, and he seemed to have caught a specific ghost and forcibly dragged it back to the earth. When the ghost descended, an incomparably powerful aura swept across the streets!

It was a ghost as powerful as Sun Simiao controlled by Chikou.

When the ghost revealed its true appearance, Chen Ling's eyes darkened slightly...

The British gentleman's windbreaker fluttered in the ghost town without wind, and his slightly curly black hair was casually scattered. As his gem-like clear eyes slowly opened, a sense of pressure from the Thief God suddenly descended.

The former Shinto demigod, the leader of the fire usurpers...

The Silver King, Li Reid.