I'm not a theatre god

boom--! !

The breath surged in the air, and Wang Jincheng fell to the ground like a kite with its string broken.

In the swirling dust, Wang Jincheng, who was covered in blood, staggered to his feet. He felt a chill on the top of his head. He suddenly raised his hand and touched it. He found that a large chunk of his originally thick black hair was now bald, with only a few strands left. Hair strands framed the edges, with a smooth Mediterranean in the middle.

"Fuck!!!" Wang Jincheng cursed angrily. Regardless of his injuries, he immediately lowered his head and started looking for his lost wig.

Wang Jincheng's Mediterranean origin is genetic, perhaps because his ancestors were affected by radiation. His family has suffered from youth hair loss for generations. Wang Jincheng will never forget the look in his father's eyes when he gave him a brand new wig on the day he came of age... that black hair Thick hair is his face and his lifeblood.

Since Wang Jincheng became the director, he has never been so embarrassed. He hurriedly found the wig from the mud, and his eyes lit up.

But before he could reach out and put the wig on his head, a figure in a black robe raised the sole of his foot, then stepped on it hard, left and right, and stepped on it head-on into the mud.

"It turned out to be a bald man. The man sneered, "The president is right, people in the world of mortals are all freaks.

"you!!!"

These words were like a knife stabbing into Wang Jincheng's heart, even more painful than other wounds on his body.

He stared angrily at the black robe in front of him, and just as he was about to make a move, the black robe suddenly spoke:

"[Wound rot]

As soon as the word "西" came out, Wang Jincheng's body trembled as if he was electrocuted. The wound that was still bleeding suddenly began to ooze pus, and an indescribable stench emanated from it.

Wang Jincheng only felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and it was difficult to even raise his hands. He knew that this was the ability of Wushen Dao, but he was already on the verge of the limit at this moment, and even if he knew it, he would not be able to deal with it.

Immediately afterwards, the second word came out of the black robe's mouth:

"[Leg paralysis]

thump--

Wang Jincheng's legs went weak, he lost his center of gravity, and fell into the muddy ground.

Killing intent flashed in his eyes, he inserted one hand into the soil, and pulled out a stone sword the next moment, but before he could swing the sword, the black robe spoke again:

"[Severe pain in the heart]

Bone-piercing pain instantly filled Wang Jincheng's mind. His whole body seemed to be torn apart, every inch of bone and flesh creaked, and the stone sword in his hand also fell to the ground with a clang.

Wang Jincheng's face was ferocious, and his blood-red eyes stared at the black robe in front of him and the silver torrent rushing through the surroundings. His eyes were full of unwillingness...

The palaces are destroyed, the city gates are lost, the silver torrent tramples the city, and the shelters hidden underground will be opened... Even the embroidered realm in the sky is on the verge of collapse;

Although Wang Jincheng was unwilling to admit it, Hongchen still lost in this battle between realms.

"There is no need to resist stubbornly. The black robe bent down, picked up the stone sword slowly, weighed it in his hand, and locked it on Wang Jincheng's neck.

"You will all become nourishment for Lord Wuji... and together with him, we can achieve eternal life.

As soon as he finished speaking, the black robe suddenly raised his stone sword and struck Wang Jincheng's neck hard!

The next moment, a sudden change occurred!

The ground beneath the black robe suddenly began to tremble violently, as if something was rapidly approaching from the ground, and even the surface began to crack.

Wang Jincheng seemed to sense something and was slightly startled.

boom--! !

The ground exploded, and a huge shadow broke through the surface. The long black tongue was wrapped around the black-robed body like a spring, and it was pulled into the giant shadow's mouth in an instant!

The giant shadow bounced up from the ground, stayed in the air for a moment, and then crashed onto the ground like a meteorite!

Boom! ! !

The dust was flying, and Wang Jincheng, who had not yet realized what was happening, looked between the dust in shock... and saw a small mountain-like shadow toad, standing in the ruins, with a thunderous sound buzzing from the depths of its huge mouth. sounded.

"Disaster?!" Wang Jincheng was dumbfounded when he saw the huge toad.

Before he could react, in the distance in the direction of the main city, a shadow python climbed up the towering bell tower. With a scarlet letter spitting out, the huge snake head looked at the rushing silver torrent!

A dark field of disaster, like thick ink dripping into white water, rapidly expanded with it as the center.

Wherever this domain passes, all materials seem to be stained with ink, dilapidated ruins, surviving high-rise buildings, fine stones, withered tree trunks...

Immediately afterwards, these substances gradually lost their spatial dimensions and became flattened to the naked eye, as if they had turned into their own shadows. Then with a slight sway, they turned into thousands of shadow snakes, swarming towards the silver torrent and the city gate battlefield. Go!

The unstoppable silver torrent tore together with the shadow army, turning an area of ​​the main city into a chaotic battlefield!

Wang Jincheng stared at this scene blankly, his eyes full of confusion and confusion...

"The Ghost Mocking Abyss... broke through the seal at this time? What a coincidence.

Before Wang Jincheng could be thankful that he had escaped, the hill-like shadow toad suddenly bounced up like a cannonball, "flying" to the clouds in an instant, and then slammed into Wang Jincheng with absolute weight and pressure!

Indiscriminate attack? ! !

Wang Jincheng's heart thumped, and his hopeless heart suddenly died. Fortunately, after the black robe was swallowed, his legs returned to normal, and he staggered and tried to run out of the rapidly falling black shadow.

But he was injured after all, and his speed was too slow. Before he could reach the halfway point, the wind pressure caused by the toad's fall made it difficult for Wang Jincheng to move, and a shadow of death enveloped his heart!

At this moment, a small shadow centipede suddenly emerged from the ground. It hit Wang Jincheng's back, and the terrifying impact force knocked it away. It roared out of the toad's wind pressure range. It bounced on the ground a few times as if it was floating in water, then smashed into the wall with a bang and stopped.

The severe pain all over his body made Wang Jincheng moan uncontrollably. His whole body seemed to be broken, and even the picture in front of him was blurred...

In a daze, he saw dark shadows flowing around him, as if an army were rushing past him. The roar was like continuous thunder, making his scalp numb.

at this time,

A red shadow slowly walked through the ruins and stopped in front of him.

Wang Jincheng's eyes were obscured by blood and he couldn't see clearly the person's appearance, but from the outline of his body, he always felt that the person looked familiar...

The man slowly squatted down, and his calm face gradually became clear before Wang Jincheng's eyes.

"Director Wang

Chen Ling spoke calmly,

"I said... we will meet again

Seeing this person, Wang Jincheng's pupils suddenly shrank. He was stunned for a few seconds before speaking in disbelief:

"Six of Hearts?! Why is it you?!"