Chapter 839: "I am Chen Ling"

The last was the chain reaction of the script. When Chen Ling modified Sun Bumian's words, it would inevitably cause a series of chain reactions, such as the survival of Li Shengmen, Pu Xiazhan, and the Young Sect Master... But these chain reactions had to consume Chen Ling's body to be modified.

For example, Chen Ling had to take the initiative to add "almost" and "nearly" to the following two lines of the script; otherwise, either they would still die because of a half-beat reaction, or the logic would not be sound, and the plot modification could not be completed... In short, this was not the kind of ability to travel to the past and change history, and then the timeline would automatically shift. If Chen Ling wanted to change the future by modifying the first line of text, he had to modify all subsequent chain reactions together and bear their consumption.

Chen Ling, in his out-of-control state, did not modify the line about Tu Tian's beheading because his body had already reached its limit... Moreover, Tu Tian was killed by Kongwang using Soul-Quaking, not by the Finger of Truth-Breaking. To modify his death, he would have to tamper with one or even more lines of the script.

"[Cut]... not bad either."

Chen Ling did not obtain the name of this domain from his memory, and he was too lazy to name it. Since it was activated by the word "Cut" commonly used by directors, naming it [Cut] for now was fine.

Chen Ling staggered to his feet and walked forward.

"I'm just swallowing a little soul nutrition. Don't worry, I'm a soul; I can't cause you any substantial harm." The original owner spoke indifferently. "Compared to me, you'd better worry about him... He is the real monster."

Kongwang looked back.

In the void where dust was flying, a figure in a bright red opera robe, covered in blood, was walking slowly toward him.

"Opera Divine Path, bright red opera robe, and that face..." Li Shengmen and the others, who had been sent flying in the distance, also staggered to their feet. Seeing Chen Ling walking from afar, their pupils contracted slightly. "Is he the legendary Heart 6?!!"

After his resurrection, Chen Ling had returned to his original face, and the prodigies of the various realms present had all heard about Heart 6 Chen Ling's affairs in the previous few realms, and for a moment, they were extremely shocked!

"Heart 6?! The Twilight Society has also mixed in?!" Pu Xiazhan subconsciously covered her mouth.

"Wait... why do I feel like this scene is familiar?" The assassin muttered, "I always feel like I've forgotten something..."

"I have that feeling too." The Young Sect Master said dully, "I seem to have had a dream, dreaming that I was cut in half and died once."

"You too..."

"Something's not right, it's like we really died once. I have the same memory in my mind."

"What on earth is going on???"

While everyone was puzzled, Kongwang looked at the approaching Chen Ling, his brows locked tight, as if facing a great enemy.

"What are you still waiting for?" Chen Ling's voice was like thunder. "I saved you, but not so you could watch the fun from the sidelines... Do it!!"

This sentence rang in the ears of the Young Sect Master and the others like a boom. They immediately thought of the shadow of death just now, as if they understood something. After looking at each other, they charged toward Kongwang at the same time!

The Young Sect Master, Li Shengmen, Pu Xiazhan, and the assassin;

The domains of these four people opened simultaneously. Three attacked head-on, and one hid his figure. They all knew very well that the most critical moment had arrived, and they had to risk their lives.

Kongwang's expression was extremely ugly. He raised his hand, about to activate the Force Divine Path, but found that the stage of the Force Divine Path was falling crazily!

Purple pupils calmly looked down from above. The original owner was gripping a handful of chains with his bare hands, incorporating almost all the power of the souls into his own body. The originally solid Fudi was almost sucked dry...

Kongwang couldn't deal with the original owner, and with the crisis already charging before his eyes, he could only be forced to use the Force Divine Path to deal with the puppets and various materials flying in from time to time, while using Ghost Path divine abilities to teleport and dodge the assassin's attacks.

Kongwang, who could fight seven people alone not long ago, was already embarrassingly stuck in a quagmire!

At the same time, the Ghost Gate that hadn't closed was still consuming his physical strength crazily. His movements were getting slower and slower, unable to perfectly defend against the four people's attacks, and he soon began to suffer injuries.

"Damn it..."

Kongwang knew that he was already at the end of his rope and could only keep dodging and fleeing, relying on speed to forcibly pull away from the crowd!

The next moment, a lion dance paw printed with "Good Luck and Prosperity" descended from the sky like a mountain, crashing Kongwang into the earth!

Sun Bumian, wreathed in flames, stood on the back of the lion dance, his pupils nested with rings indifferently looking down at the ruins below:

"How embarrassing... Back then, did you ever think you would have today?"

Kongwang was stepped into a deep pit, his hands struggling to hold up the lion dance paw. Trickling blood flowed from the dense wounds on his body, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

Just as he was about to say something, a blood-colored long sword pierced through the void rapidly!

Whoosh—!

Kongwang, stepped under the lion dance's feet, had nowhere to hide. He was pierced directly into the body by this sword, and then dragged out under the terrifying force, forcibly nailed to a broken wall!

Jian Changsheng, carrying the divine ring of killing intent, appeared behind the hilt instantly.

He pulled out the long sword abruptly, and those sharp eyes seemed to pull a silver thread of killing intent in the air. The next moment, he slashed toward Kongwang's neck with one sword!

BOOM!!!

The broken wall, along with the floating building debris behind it, was slashed into pieces by the sword.

A half-sword mark pierced through Kongwang's body, shocking to the eye. His figure appeared hundreds of meters away, and before he could make any move, fences were outlined from the void!

Black marble ground spread from the distance, and magnificent and solemn giant pillars rose from all directions. Kongwang only felt a force of confinement descend from the sky, completely sealing his figure...

At the same time, a sign appeared out of thin air on the wooden table in front of him.

[Defendant's Seat].

Kongwang looked back and saw an actor wearing a bright red opera robe, holding a gun in one hand and a knife in the other, walking slowly toward here...

"You..."

An unprecedented sense of weakness surged into Kongwang's heart. Above him, the original owner's soul had released all the chains and was floating slowly behind him... Nourished by the other souls, his figure was already full and solid, a world of difference from the weak state that could dissipate at any time before.

Kongwang looked at the original owner in the gray padded jacket behind him, and then at Chen Ling in red walking over, his expression extremely complex.

"You... no, you guys... what kind of monsters are you?"

In the courtroom.

Chen Ling in the opera robe raised the muzzle, expressionlessly aiming at Kongwang's brow; the original owner in the gray padded jacket pulled hard to break free from the chains, the corners of his mouth hooking into a faint smile...

After a brief pause, the two spoke at the same time:

"—I am Chen Ling."