I'm not a theatre god

Woo-woo——

As the violent wind in Xizai's body was suppressed to the extreme, a blue light flickered in his body, and the second dragon breath was ready to go!

And the pair of wind tunnel-like pupils had already locked onto the figure leaping at high speed in the ruins.

No matter how fast Chen Ling moved with the help of the shadow toad, Xizai's dragon breath could be aimed at his direction. The sense of crisis from the depths of his soul surged into Chen Ling's heart!

No!

There is no escape!

This thought appeared in Chen Ling's mind. He watched the giant dragon hovering in the air, as if the sickle of the god of death had been raised high, ready to split his mind at any time!

At the same time,

A sense of separation surged from Chen Ling's mind.

The picture in front of him gradually flickered, and in a trance, the whole person seemed to be back in the theater.

Chen Ling opened his eyes, and the pale spotlight pierced his body like a sword, so strong that he couldn't even open his eyes. He could only barely see the surrounding scene through the slit...

Boom——

Boom——! !

Boom-Boom-Boom-! !

The dull and violent trampling sound resounded throughout the theater.

The scarlet pupils in the audience seats became more and more dense and ferocious. They stomped their feet hard on the ground, as if venting their anger and murderous intent. The overlapping sounds were like deafening waves, rolling towards Chen Ling on the stage!

Chen Ling could clearly feel the emotions of the "audience". Their emotions were too strong and extreme. If it weren't for the existence of the west wall, Chen Ling would have fainted on the spot... But fortunately, at this moment, he could barely rely on his own will to stand firm on the stage.

But even so, I don't know if it was an illusion, but there were lines of bloody words drawn out of thin air on the ground below the stage!

【Kill it...】

"Damn it... Of course I know you want to kill it! I want to kill it too! It wants to kill me!" Chen Ling was tortured by the deafening sound, his eyes were full of bloodshot, he gritted his teeth and said,

"But how can I kill it?! It's destroying the world!! I'm going to kill it with my head?!"

[Kill it, kill it, kill it...]

"Shut up!!!"

Chen Ling's roar resounded throughout the theater, but it couldn't stop the audience's emotions. In the roaring trampling, his premonition of death became stronger!

Above the dusty sky, the dragon's mouth slowly opened, and the surging dragon breath rushed from its throat, as if it was about to burst out in the next moment!

At this moment,

A sigh sounded from Chen Ling's ears.

At this moment, the dragon's breath of peace came to an abrupt end, the flying dust in the sky suddenly froze, and even the soul gradually rising to the sky and the blazing war in the ruins seemed to be paused...

The world, at this moment, froze.

Chen Ling was stunned.

Before he could come to his senses, the sky in the distance was folded like a page of paper.

Then came the land of the Red Dust Realm, the witchcraft association and the disasters in the melee. They all paused at the moment of sighing, and then were folded and put away like a children's three-dimensional picture book...

Even the half-sprayed dragon breath was folded by space and disappeared from Chen Ling's vision.

This scene was so incredible that Chen Ling even thought that there was something wrong with his mind, but soon he found that things were not so simple...

Because, this scene seemed familiar to him.

When Chen Ling first entered the Xidao Ancient Collection, his senior brother Ning Ruyu invited him to have his first meal in the French movie "The Chef". After that, every time he learned the secret method of "beating" from his senior brother, he would enter the movie world.

The scene in front of him was exactly the same as the scene when his senior brother recycled the movie disc!

Everything in front of Chen Ling was being folded up at a very fast speed. The battlefield, which was originally filled with gunpowder and blood, retreated like a tide... replaced by a familiar starry sky.

Whoosh——

A breeze blew across Chen Ling's face, and the grass under his feet rustled;

Chen Ling suddenly came to his senses and found that he was sitting on the grassland at this moment. In front of him was the quiet snow-capped mountains shrouded in the night, and above his head was a sea of ​​​​glittering stars...

He returned to Xidao Ancient Tibetan.

From the battlefield of the mortal world where life and death were on the line, to the quiet and beautiful Xidao Ancient Tibetan, this sudden change made Chen Ling feel like he was dreaming...

But he didn't know which one was the dream?

He dreamed of Xidao Ancient Tibetan again before he died, or...everything in the mortal world was just a big dream he had in Xidao Ancient Tibetan?

Could it be that he had never left Xidao Ancient Tibetan? ?

Chen Ling's head hurts.

A figure gently crossed the grassland swept by the evening breeze and stopped in front of him.

Chen Ling saw the familiar hem of the clothes and subconsciously looked up. He saw a young man in a robe standing in front of him, holding an unmarked CD in his hand and looking at him quietly.

"... Master?"

Chen Ling murmured to himself, and then he finally reacted and exclaimed: "Master?!!"

"It's very hard, right?"

The master smiled, gently brushed a corner of the robe, and sat down beside Chen Ling, "If you are tired, you can rest here for a while

"Master... Why are you here? No, why am I here? Am I not in the Red Dust Realm?"

In the face of Chen Ling's continuous questions, the master just smiled faintly and said slowly:

"Master, save it for you

"... Save it?"

"Realm disaster, war between demigods, world-destroying invasion... this scene is getting more and more exciting. Master turned to Chen Ling and smiled, "However, I see that you are too tight, so I will temporarily hold it back. This scene is paused and archived to give you a breather

Chen Ling's eyes fell on the CD in the master's hand, her eyes filled with disbelief!

"Master, have you included Lord Wuji, Lord Hongchen, and Xijian... all on the CD??"

"Hahaha, it's not as exaggerated as you think. That dragon and Su Zhiwei are a bit difficult to deal with... I don't need to take them away as a teacher, I just need to drag you out of this drama. It's necessary. When the time comes, my teacher can stuff it back for you.

Chen Ling:......

The master used the calmest tone, subverting Chen Ling's cognition... He didn't understand how the master did it, but what he could be sure of was that the master's magical skills alone were definitely not weaker than the ability to quell disasters. Or Mr. Hongchen!

Since Calamity was received on the CD by the master, Chen Ling's mind suddenly became clear. The audience made no more noise and seemed to have disappeared.

He took a deep breath and slowly exhaled it... The string that had always been tight finally relaxed slightly.

"Tired?"

"……tired

"It's okay to be tired," the master shrugged, "The protagonist of the story always has to go through hardships... right?" "