I'm not a drama god

Bai Qi's pupils shrank slightly.

Buried in the ruins of the ghost town, he witnessed with his own eyes the robed figure standing above him without hesitation, enduring the third bolt of lightning before finally dissolving into the air...

Bai Qi was stunned.

He seemed to realize something, and a complex look flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Of course, he didn't think that Chen Ling stepped forward to save him... Chen Ling only wanted to save the original owner of this body.

"Heart!!!!" Jian Changsheng was furious.

He had originally prepared himself to become a wandering ghost, but Chen Ling suddenly appeared and took the third thunder for him... You know, he had been seriously injured by the Wuwo Sword just now, and with another blow of ghost thunder, even Chen Ling, who had an eighth-level disaster body, could not have withstood it.

As it turned out, Chen Ling did disappear into thin air under this flash of lightning.

“He… he’s dead??”

Chu Muyun spoke in disbelief.

This sudden change shocked almost everyone, except for one person who answered without hesitation:

"Do not."

"Red Heart won't die that easily."

Jiang Xiaohua's eyes were full of determination.

Deep blue lightning drifted in the void...

Amidst the leaping arcs of electricity, a body of flesh and blood began to be reborn out of thin air!

[Audience Expectation Value-50]

[Current expected value: 22%]

As two lines of characters floated up on the stage screen.

In the Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure, Chen Ling, who had just reborn a head, suddenly opened his eyes! !

His flesh and blood were gradually repairing, and he looked like a bloody corpse that had just been fished out of the earth. His eyes were fixed on the void above his head...

There, the fourth lightning was rapidly brewing.

The fact that this lightning failed to kill Bai Qi surprised the Ghost Path, but it didn't seem to care... Considering the karma of Bai Qi killing hundreds of thousands of people, the lightning that he should have endured had not been exhausted.

At this moment, a hoarse roar, whose vocal cords had not yet recovered, came from the mouth of the half-bloody robed figure:

"You forced me to bear the consequences that didn't belong to me!"

"You... made a mistake!"

The fourth lightning bolt, which was about to be brewing, suddenly froze in mid-air...

Chen Ling was right. The lightning just now was the cause and effect of Bai Qi, but it eventually fell on Chen Ling, bombarding Chen Ling's body and soul.

It uses wrong cause and effect to hurt people who should not be hurt, and it does violate the original rules.

The reborn Chen Ling was suspended above Bai Qi, but the fourth thunder in the sky did not fall... The Ghost Dao was dragged into the contradictory trap of the rules by Chen Ling.

No one thought that Chen Ling could use this method to temporarily preserve Jian Changsheng's body. Jian Changsheng himself didn't even react. His mood was like a roller coaster, going up and down wildly.

Bai Qi staggered to his feet from the ruins, looked up at the figure above who had intercepted the ghostly lightning for him, and sighed softly...

He was about to say something.

The next second, a sudden change occurred that no one expected!

A shadowy figure, also shrouded in murderous aura, appeared behind Bai Qi like a ghost. Bai Qi's pupils shrank slightly, and he subconsciously wanted to do something, but his broken body was no longer able to react quickly...

He had just turned halfway when an ancient blade pierced his back and emerged from his chest!

puff--

Bai Qi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The ancient murderous aura, which was not too far removed from his age, flowed into Bai Qi's body along the blade, stirring Jian Changsheng's body madly and directly destroying all his internal organs...including his high-beating heart.

"You are……"

I saw a figure shrouded in murderous black fog, with a residual soul almost the same size as him entangled behind him. He was standing quietly behind Bai Qi, and the ancient knife in his hand seemed like a bloody weapon that had killed countless enemies on the ancient battlefield, emitting a suffocating and terrifying atmosphere.

"I am Wang Jian." A faint voice came from behind Bai Qi.

"I have heard of Wu'an Jun's great name since I was young... Seeing him today is a wish that has come true."

Bai Qi had never heard of this name, but he felt somewhat familiar with the murderous aura in the ancient sword. He must be a famous general from later generations who had crawled out of a mass grave in the ancient military collection, just like him.

"Why... did you... want to kill me?"

"Wu'an Jun's reputation as a killing god makes us terrified... If Wu'an Jun is given the possibility of resurrection, I will never have the chance to ascend to the position of demigod." Wang Jian's voice was extremely calm.

"This general...can no longer be resurrected!"

"Wu'an Jun's killing aura is also a great tonic for me... Since Wu'an Jun doesn't intend to compete for the position of demigod, why don't you consider that we are both Qin generals and pass this generous gift on to me... In this way..."

The ancient knife in Wang Jian's hand rotated slightly.

The blade cut Bai Qi's flesh and blood frantically, and a strange devouring force broke out, and actually began to absorb the murderous aura that belonged to Bai Qi and flowed back into Wang Jian's own body.

The murderous aura surrounding Wang Jian became increasingly intense, and his body gradually solidified, gathering into an old armored figure.

"Your Majesty...will also be grateful for your kindness."

Wang Jian said the last half of the sentence slowly.

"you wanna die?!!"

A roar sounded from the sky, and a boning knife whizzed down and chopped directly at Wang Jian's arm!

Chen Ling risked his life and finally snatched Jian Changsheng's life back from the Ghost Dao, only to have a remnant of the Soldier Dao appear out of nowhere and stab him in the back?!

Under the pressure from Chen Ling, a hint of hesitation flashed in Wang Jian's eyes. After hesitating for a moment, he still did not choose to fight with Chen Ling head-on. Instead, he pulled the ancient sword out of Bai Qi's body and quickly dodged backwards.

But the boning knife seemed to have eyes. It turned in the air and chased after Wang Jian.

Chen Ling immediately chose to check on Bai Qi's condition... No, what he really wanted to see was Jian Changsheng's body. Wang Jian's strike was so brutal that it shattered Jian Changsheng's internal organs, even infusing his flesh and blood with murderous aura.

It can be said that Jian Changsheng is now almost completely broken except for the outer skin which is still intact.

His heart stopped beating, his blood vessels turned to mud, and even Bai Qi's soul, which resided in them, was almost sucked dry by the ancient sword, leaving only a tiny trace remaining.

After experiencing two ghost lightning strikes, this level of injury cannot be easily healed even with the [Blood Robe].

Chen Ling suddenly turned his head and looked to the side.

I saw the soul of Jian Changsheng, who was with Jiang Xiaohua and others in the distance, suddenly lost the anchor of the physical body, and gradually transformed from a soul into a ghost... Then he floated up gently and flew uncontrollably towards the Temple of the Dead.