I'm not a drama god

Blood flowed from Chen Ling's seven orifices.

Due to the extreme overdraft of his mental strength, his consciousness began to blur, but his voice was like thunder, rumbling in the temple.

Boom-! ! !

With the wounded Jiang Xiaohua punching Xiaoji on the top of the head, the latter suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground like a meteorite!

The chains connecting dozens of ghosts dissipated in thin air. The ghosts of Yao Qing and the others lost their restraints and drifted back towards the Styx...

Chen Ling's eyes could no longer see clearly at this time, but he still forced himself to drain his energy and activated the red paper umbrella again!

Dozens of ghosts were sucked into the umbrella and disappeared.

boom!

Chen Ling's body fell heavily to the ground.

He used the folded red paper umbrella to barely support his body so that he would not fall to the ground, but in fact he was already at the end of his strength and could not use even a trace of strength.

Jiang Xiaohua on the side was not in much better condition. His whole body looked like it had been chopped into pieces, with his limbs scattered all over the ground, and he was only barely maintaining his human form thanks to bandages.

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua had both lost their fighting ability, but the black divine pillar that reached from heaven to earth still stood as solid as a rock... The final winner of this battle seemed to have been determined, and the two injured ants in front of them would never have the chance to shake the foundation of Taoism again.

at this time,

Chen Ling's blurry and cloudy eyes slowly looked towards the passage behind him.

A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth...

Da, da, da——

The sound of steady footsteps came from far away.

A figure dressed in a black and red Tang suit finally stepped onto the battlefield. He put one hand in his pocket and slowly removed his small round sunglasses with the other, revealing his eyes, nestled with colored rings.

Sun Bumian's gaze swept over the seriously injured Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua, and finally looked at the towering black divine pillar...

"Oh shit……"

"I've been feeling frustrated all this time, and now it's finally my turn to take action."

Sun Bumian snorted coldly and casually tossed his sunglasses aside. As he took the next step, shadowy figures of reincarnation appeared around him, and a mysterious and terrifying aura raged wildly from his body!

His temples began to burn;

His aura began to surge!!

As the colorful flames swept across him like a huge wave, the faint sound of firecrackers and cheers came from the nothingness. The rich smell of worldly fireworks tore through the extreme coldness of the ghost path, and the surrounding dark green candlelight turned orange in an instant!

The shadow of the awakening lion emerged behind him, and the past powers hidden in the reincarnation continued to gather in Sun Bumian's body. His rank crossed the threshold of the eighth level in an instant, and was still soaring at an astonishing speed!

Eighth level, middle eighth level, peak eighth level...

"Sleepless..."

“Use your accumulation when necessary.”

"The time left for you and this world is running out..."

The master's words just now were still lingering in Sun Bumian's ears. He shrugged and murmured:

"It's not that I don't want to use it, but there's no chance. But now..."

Sun Bumian took another step forward.

boom--! !

An explosive sound came from Sun Bumian's body, and his aura directly broke through the threshold of the ninth level, and instantly reached the realm of demigod! !

There is no need to prove his Shinto self-worth again, because he has already proven it in those thousand years of reincarnation.

In recent times, he couldn't ascend to the demigod position because the demigod position of Xishendao was already occupied by the Red King... But now, the demigod position of Xishendao is vacant, which means...

Sun Bumian can really become a demigod.

Even if it's just for a moment.

……

The moment Sun Bumian became a demigod.

On top of Ugly Peak,

A child with white ash smeared on his nose suddenly looked up at the direction of the Ghost Path Ancient Treasure...

He tilted his head, seeming a little confused.

"Ea-?"

……

At the same time, in various parts of the human realm, many drama gods seemed to have sensed something and their eyes widened in shock!

"Someone has achieved the status of a demigod in the Dao of Drama?!"

"Who is this?"

"I don't know... I haven't heard of any other masters of Xishendao in this world?"

"Could it be the Xishendao lurking outside the realm?"

"..."

……

"Damn! Cubes!!"

When Jian Changsheng saw Sun Bumian, who was emitting the real pressure of a demigod, his eyes widened.

Jiang Xiaohua, who was standing by, also opened her mouth slightly in surprise.

Sun Bumian's body was surrounded by blazing colorful fireworks. The moment he stepped onto the throne of the ninth-level demigod, he felt a gaze filled with anger and threats falling on him...

Sun Bumian simply ignored the ghost's hostility, stretched his muscles, and breathed a sigh of relief:

"It feels so good to be back on the ninth level."

The pair of pupils that radiated the pressure of a demigod of Xishendao looked towards the majestic black divine pillar before them.

The corners of Sun Bumian's Tang suit fluttered in the howling wind. He raised his right foot... A terrifying force gathered on his foot, and an extremely huge phantom of a waking lion slowly raised a paw behind him.

then,

Kicked fiercely towards Guidao Daoji!!

"Let's go!!"

A giant colorful fire pillar that pierced through the void, like the giant foot of an awakened lion, slammed into the tall black divine pillar. The next moment, the entire Ghost Dao Ancient Treasure was rumbled, as if it had been kicked directly by someone!

boom--! ! !

Visible air waves swept across the ancient Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture. In an instant, the ancient city outside collapsed. Waves of fire overlapped and swept across the void, illuminating almost the entire ancient Tibetan Autonomous Prefecture as bright as day!

Fine cracks spread across the surface of the Ghost Dao foundation. At the same time, Jian Changsheng's soul, which was frozen in the air, felt the pulling force behind him lighten, and flew directly towards Chen Ling!

The red paper umbrella spun lightly on the side. As Jian Changsheng's soul flew towards here at high speed, Chen Ling directly let go of Jian Changsheng's body on his back, and at the same time folded the red paper umbrella, allowing his soul to directly crash into the body!

puff-

A slight heartbeat sounded from Jian Changsheng's body.

Although weak, although slight, although this body is still seriously injured and broken, the appearance of this heartbeat indicates that death has completely left him, and the ghost path can no longer forcibly take back the soul of a living person.

When Chen Ling heard the heartbeat, he didn't look at Jian Changsheng anymore. He laid him flat on the ground and rushed towards Guidao Daoji at full speed!

Sun Bumian's kick indeed shook the foundation of the Ghost Path. As fine cracks spread, a small piece of stone fell from the surface of the foundation and fell straight to the ground!

Chen Ling caught it steadily.

The waves of fire were still swirling in the air. Chen Ling felt the cool touch of the fragment of the Dao foundation. With blurry and cloudy eyes, he looked up at the tall divine pillar...

"As a ghost, you have interfered with the affairs of the world of the living without authorization..."

"Every cause has its consequences. Consider this fragment of the Dao Foundation the price you pay for everything."