I'm not a theatre god

"Brother Lin..."

When Li Qingshan saw this scene, he opened his mouth to persuade him, but he hesitated.

Li Qingshan could feel that there was something different about Chen Ling... There seemed to be something extra in his eyes. His expression looked so calm, but it gave people a feeling of extreme danger!

After Chen Ling finished burying Huang Xueyue, she passed by Li Qingshan and came to the entrance of the theater in red opera robes and slowly stopped.

Tick ​​tock—tick tock—

The patter of rainwater flows along the eaves, dancing in the wind like a bead curtain.

Chen Ling raised her head and stood there like a sculpture. I don't know if my eyes are looking at the eaves where the rain is flowing, or at the thick rain clouds in the distance, or at the huge and complex alchemical formation in the clouds.

"Kong Baosheng and Chen Ling suddenly spoke.

"……gentlemen

"Why don't you leave?"

Kong Baosheng opened his mouth, lowered his head and whispered, "I...I can't let go of the main city, I can't let go of Jinghong Tower

"What about you?" Chen Ling turned to look at Li Qingshan beside him.

"I am a descendant of the pioneers, and the world of mortals is the homeland guarded by our ancestors. If I want to watch it being trampled on... I cannot give Li Qingshan a firm answer.

Chen Ling was silent for a moment,

"So, you're not going to leave, are you?"

"I do not go

"Sir...I'm not leaving either.

Chen Ling turned his head slightly and looked at the plaque with the three characters "Jinghong Tower" written on it. The last time he came here was to persuade everyone to flee to Liu Town. Unexpectedly, they would still meet in the theater in the end. Already...

Perhaps, this is fate.

A complicated glint flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. After a moment, he squatted down and used his blood-stained fingertips to write something in the mud in front of Jinghong Tower bit by bit.

"Since you are not leaving, then stay and watch a show.

"Watching a show?" Li Qingshan was startled, "What show?"

"I have a play that I want to sing to the Wuji Realm... I just don't know if they can catch it.

"Sir, didn't you say you don't sing in the rain?" Kong Baosheng asked blankly.

Chen Ling smiled.

He didn't answer, but walked calmly into the rain,

Wearing red opera robes fluttering in the wind, the two of them just blinked, and the raindrops floating in the sky gradually became rarer and finally disappeared in the sky!

The heavy rain that had lasted for several days stopped strangely as Chen Ling took a step forward;

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng were both stunned on the spot, and then they seemed to have seen something and looked down at the position where Chen Ling was standing just now...

At the door of Jinghong Tower, there is a line of text written in blood. The pen is sharp, as if holding a knife!

——[The actor came out of the building and the heavy rain stopped suddenly]

"The rain stopped..."

In the whimpering wind, the scarlet opera robe was like a bloody ghost, dancing on the deserted street.

As he murmured, huge giant shadows crushed the surrounding streets, following behind him, as if a pitch-black abyss was swallowing up the red dust of war bit by bit!

The second half of Chen Ling's words sounded faintly:

"Follow me and crush Wuji

…

city ​​wall.

boom--! ! !

The intense firelight was like a giant python, tearing a gap in the city wall, and then the tip of the pen rushed into the sky!

The scrolls that originally covered the city wall were all swallowed up at this moment. The fierce fire burned them into dense holes, connected them into pieces, and finally disappeared into nothingness.

Several Fushenghua members on the city wall spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time, their faces extremely pale.

Densely packed figures in black robes walked out of the ruined town. Surrounding them were countless silver torrents. They were all swirling outside the city gate at this moment. At a glance, there were thousands of them!

Seeing this scene, Plum Blossom 8's face looked extremely ugly.

Even though he and other Fusheng-e members tried their best, they still couldn't completely defend the city gate. During the fight just now, batch after batch of silver weirdos had slipped through and entered the city. I don't know what's going on in the main city now. Already...

Now, the Witchcraft Association has gathered more and more people, and it is impossible to defend the main city with their few remaining people.

Floating paintings have run out of oil and the lamp has dried up;

"Kill them all," a sixth-level black-robed leader said in a deep voice, "The president's Philosopher's Stone is just a little bit short... Break into the city as soon as possible and accumulate souls."

As soon as the words fell, many black robes from the Witchcraft Association rushed around the city wall at the same time, dividing the battlefield with an absolute numerical advantage, and surrounded and suppressed the remaining Fusheng-e members!

At the same time, the thousands of silver torrents broke through the blockade one after another and poured into the city.

As they passed by, the entire city seemed to be passed by locusts. All the buildings were smashed into pieces and collapsed...even the ground was lifted away, revealing the pitted stones below.

"Damn..."

Seeing this, Plum Blossom 8's eyes flashed with anger. Just as he was about to take action to stop the invincible silver torrent, three black robes fell from the sky, blocking Plum Blossom 8's path.

Three sixth-level shamanic pressures crashed down!

Plum Blossom 8's pupils shrank slightly. He instantly raised his hand to draw a Xingluo chess net, but was torn out by three sixth-level players. The terrifying pressure made his body sink deeply into the earth, imprisoning him like a cage. In situ.

And what these three black robes want is more than that... They have seen early on that this young man has extraordinary strength and is the leader of Fu Sheng Hui. As long as they kill him, Fu Sheng Hui will no longer have top-level combat power.

Fatal attacks surged from the west like a tide, leaving Plum Blossom 8 with scars in an instant, but he was not an ordinary sixth-level, and he relied on his terrifying mental power and several virtual pens to resist the attacks from all around!

At the same time,

In the ruins behind the main city, the earth seemed to be lifted up by a giant plow. Wang Jincheng, who was also covered in wounds, stood on the top of the lifted earth, coughing and struggling to maintain the divine way.

Since the beginning of this realm war, Wang Jincheng was forced to fight against the seventh-level enemy and was seriously injured. Afterwards, he moved around the main city again, maintaining the order of the police station and sweeping away the silver monsters, but this also made his injuries more serious.

But now that things have come to this, Wang Jincheng has to fight with injuries, otherwise when the Wuji realm breaks through the mortal world, he is doomed to die.

"The mountain roars

Wang Jincheng used the last of his mental strength to pull out a huge black pyramid from the depths of the earth, which was suspended in the sky, and then smashed towards the silver torrent that had penetrated the city wall!

But before the pyramid fell, several black-robed figures rushed out together, and all kinds of sacrificial vessels and poisonous insects emitting a sinister aura cut through the sky and collided with the pyramid!

Boom--!!

The visible air wave swept through the air, and dense cracks spread at the bottom of the pyramid!

After all, Wang Jincheng was seriously injured, and there were several masters of the same level as him in the army of the Wuji Realm. This attack was destined to fail.

At the same time, there were several black afterimages, rushing to Wang Jincheng's face!