I'm not a theatre god

In the chaos, three law enforcers struck at the vital point, absorbing the murderous aura that the soldiers turned into after they disappeared.

Their eyes suddenly brightened, and something seemed to be growing in their hearts. Their original fatigue disappeared without a trace, and even their waists straightened unconsciously, and there was a sense of heroism between their brows.

"Why are you still standing there? Come out!" Yan Xicai spoke again.

Everyone immediately walked out obediently.

"It took such a long time to absorb three murderous auras... At this speed, when will we attract the attention of Bingshen Dao?" Yan Xicai said unhappily.

"The Shinto's focus on this kind of thing varies from person to person." Pu Wen explained at the side, "Some people are naturally suitable for the Shinto of War. Even if they kill only one person, they can attract the Shinto. Some people are not suitable. Even if you gather dozens of murderous auras in the Bingshen Way, you may not be able to attract the Shinto..."

"I know, I know." Yan Xicai waved his hand, "That's why I invited you over... A few dozen are not enough, so let's take a hundred or two hundred! I don't believe it. I, Yan Xicai, have no connection with the Bingshen Dao?"

After speaking, he pointed at the three law enforcers who had absorbed the murderous aura.

"Use your skills quickly to transfer the murderous aura of the three of them to me."

Pu Wen shook his head, "The number of [swallow] characters is not large. Try to wait until they have accumulated enough murderous energy before using it, otherwise the efficiency will be too low."

"...Okay, then first find a place with more murderous projections, and then slowly..."

Boom——!

Before Yan Xicai finished speaking, the ground beneath his feet suddenly shook!

Everyone was stunned, and saw the clouds dissipate, and a black snake extended from the hilt of the sword, falling straight not far away...

Seeing this scene, Yan Xicai's eyes widened in shock.

"Bing Shen Dao? How long have you been here, and someone is already going to set foot on the Bing Shen Dao?!"

"It shouldn't be...there is such a genius among the law enforcers this time?" Pu Wen thought thoughtfully, "Is it Lu Xuanming?"

"Let's go over and have a look." Yan Xicai said immediately,

"We can't afford to offend Lu Xuanming. If it were someone else... it would be different."

Everyone set off in a hurry and rushed towards the place where the divine path landed.

…

"No. 8, someone has already attracted Shinto."

A fire usurper saw the scene in the distance and spoke immediately.

"I saw it." No. 8's eyes followed the black ribbon all the way up, and finally landed on the dark ruby ​​surface of the sword hilt, "Is that the foundation of the Bingshen Dao..."

"Doji is on the hilt of the sword? How should we steal it? Climb up?"

"It can't be done." No. 8 shook his head, "The place we are in is just the smallest and outermost area in the ancient military treasure. It is precisely because of its simplicity and harmlessness that it was chosen as the trial in the Aurora Realm. Place...but the closer you get to the sword, the more dangerous the area inside becomes.

It is said that there are several extremely ancient and powerful beings deep in the ancient treasure of the art of war... let alone us, even if the Thief Saint comes, it is impossible to get around that sword. "

"Then how do we steal the Daoji?"

"We can't touch Douji, but we can wait for Douji to come out and touch us."

No. 8 raised his hand and pointed at the black ribbon extending from the foundation, "That is the medium through which we touch it, and it is also the only opportunity to steal the foundation..."

"If you want to steal the Daoji, you must first attract the Bingshendao... So we have to be like those law enforcers, gathering murderous intent and attracting the attention of the Daoji?"

"This is the safest way."

While everyone was talking, they came to a larger ravine.

In the center of the ravine, more than fifty armored soldiers gathered together, facing forward in formation, with a murderous look.

The seven fire usurpers stood in front of the gully, looked at each other, and nodded slightly.

The next moment, they rushed into the ravine at the same time!

…

Ten people ditch.

The black ribbon extended straight to the sky above Chen Ling, and a chilling and majestic aura suddenly descended.

"...Bing Shen Dao?" Chen Ling remembered that something like this seemed to have appeared when she attracted the attention of Bing Shen Dao in the house.

But the difference is that the ribbon at that time was thicker and more solid, like steps extending down from the sky... But the one in front of me extended from the hilt gem of the black giant sword.

"Does this lead to the Bingshen Dao?" Chen Ling asked in astonishment, "Is it that simple?"

Doesn't it mean that even if you enter the Ancient Art of War, it is extremely difficult to gain recognition from the Art of War?

Isn’t it said that less than one-tenth of the people in each class can embark on the path of the God of War?

Chen Ling was a little confused. After all, he just picked a ten-man ditch at random and killed them all in a moment... He never expected that the Bingshen Dao would be attracted so easily. Less than an hour has passed since he entered Guzang.

Is this Bing Shen Dao... so unreserved?

Why is it that every time I just tease you, I always come over?

"So, that is the foundation of the Bingshen Dao?" Chen Ling's eyes fell on the source of the black ribbon, the gem inlaid on the hilt of the sword. He tried to stretch out his hand, trying to touch the Bingshen Dao itself. Touch that gem.

But before his fingertips touched the black ribbon, the latter was shocked!

Then, as if it saw something terrifying, it quickly backed away... Chen Ling stretched out a hand, but only got nothing.

Chen Ling:......

He looked back at the void behind him, and his scarlet eyes gradually faded. The pressure of the "audience" directly scared Bing Shendao away, without giving him a chance to touch it.

Sure enough, even if you enter the Bingdao Ancient Cang, the ending will still be the same.

"Shinto ran away when he saw me...that would cause trouble."

Chen Ling frowned.

I can't even touch the divine way, how can I steal the foundation?

In this case, maybe he can only rob the group of fire usurpers... It is unrealistic for him to kill six fire usurpers alone. He can only kill people with borrowed knives, but now the law enforcers and the fire usurpers are not in conflict with each other. , how can we speed up the progress and get them to fight again?

Just as Chen Ling was thinking, a black shadow suddenly fell from the retreating Bing Shen Dao, fell across the dark sky, and landed accurately in front of Chen Ling.

boom--

Chen Ling was attracted by the dull sound and saw a blood-stained token lying quietly on the ground.

He glanced at the Shinto who had returned to Daoji in confusion, stepped forward, picked up the token, put it in his hand and looked at it carefully.

This is a very dated token. It is cold to the touch and looks like some kind of metal. Through the thick dark black blood stains, the seal characters can barely be seen clearly.

Chen Ling couldn't read Xiaozhuan, but judging from the outline, the first character looked very much like the character "白".

white?

Chen Ling immediately thought of the Thief Saint Bai Ye mentioned on the 8th when she was on the train... But the second word didn't look like "ye" at all. Besides, this token had a considerable sense of history and was definitely not from modern times. product.

Chen Ling stared at the mysterious second character carefully, scribbling on the ground for a long time, and then hesitantly drew out another simplified character that was very similar to it...

On the gray earth, two words were put together to form a name that made Chen Ling's heart tremble——

[Bai Qi].