I'm not a theatre god

As the photographer uttered these four words coldly, the breath of the fourth level exploded without reservation!

In the world full of noise around him, invisible frames emerged out of thin air, like nested rings locking Chen Ling's figure inside!

At this moment, Chen Ling was locked into one photo, and then the second photo took the first photo, and the third photo took the second photo...

It's like two mirrors facing each other in parallel, and the overlapping mirror images will extend into endless identical worlds... It's also like using one photo to take another photo with the same content. Countless photos are nested inside each other, and finally the original picture becomes Collapsed into a tiny point, sealed in the deepest part of endless photos.

Thousands of photos were superimposed at the same moment, driving Chen Ling's figure into the deepest part of the world!

Chen Ling did not struggle and let her body fall in the photo world. Instead, she was carefully observing the way this field unfolded, thoughtfully.

"Expand the field through gesture framing... I don't know if my field is this type?"

As he fell, he made a "photograph" gesture with both hands in the air, but there was no change in his body... Obviously, this was not the "key" to open his domain.

However, looking at other people's fields is indeed a shortcut. What if you can find inspiration from them and find a way to open your own field? It's better than just guessing.

As Chen Ling fell, photos suddenly appeared among the noise around her!

The photos are similar in style, basically taking pictures of landscapes. The first one was a picture of a green leather train driving head-on against the background of Mount Fuji. As the atmosphere of the field gradually became stronger, the green leather train actually rushed out of the flat photo and crashed into Chen with a roar. Ling's body!

"In this field, the "pictures" that were once captured by the camera will be reappeared in a concrete way?"

Chen Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise, turned over like a butterfly to avoid the collision of the train, and murmured to herself.

boom--! !

In another photo, an active volcano erupted, and the surging lava rushed out directly from below, almost submerging Chen Ling's body in it.

Before Chen Ling could stand upright, another missile shot out from the well behind him, almost grazing his body and colliding with the green train driving away. The intense fire was like the blazing sun. bloom like!

"Functionally speaking, this field is quite powerful... If you get to a higher level and be able to recreate the "people" you have photographed, that would be quite a monster."

Today, Chen Ling is like a master of tasting with ease, facing all the power in other people's fields while making comments and trying to find some inspiration from them.

outside the field.

The photographer looked at Chen Ling who was knocked down to the end of the world, struggling hard in it, and his hanging heart finally let go.

"I'm just saying, don't worry so much." He snorted coldly, "The sword strike just now probably required a certain price, or had a strict limit on the number of times... After that sword strike, his strength is actually quite average."

"Stop delaying and kill him as soon as possible." The white man on the side said through gritted teeth.

"You don't need to teach me how to do things."

The photographer glanced at him disdainfully and activated his field to the extreme.

Hundreds of photos appeared around Chen Ling, and the various images stored in them became crazy and materialized, surging flames, speeding high-speed trains, roaring planes, instant explosions... countless means of destruction, like mighty ocean waves. Submerge it completely!

Chen Ling fell into the deepest part of the photo world. Countless lights and shadows intertwined in his pupils. He calmly spoke:

"This field has basically been explored..."

"It's time to try that."

In the midst of the sea of ​​​​fire that destroyed the world, he changed the boning knife to his left hand, reached into his arms with his right hand, and took out a dark pistol...

That pistol was taken away from all the armed men when he instantly killed them. Now, this pistol is Chen Ling's key... but it is the key to another treasure house.

Chen Ling raised the dark muzzle and pointed it directly at the millions of photo frames nested together in the sky above, as if they were endless...

Chen Ling opened her lips lightly and slowly uttered three words:

"——[Tribunal]."

sieve--! !

The moment the words rang out, the sea of ​​fire around Chen Ling was instantly extinguished!

A field extended from Chen Ling's feet, tearing all the photo frames above his head into pieces. In front of this field, the photographer's [Visual Viewing] was like an immature toy, being ravaged and deformed wantonly!

puff!

The photographer spat out a mouthful of blood and his face was as pale as paper!

"What's going on?!" The white man looked at the crumbling photo world and said in horror, "Another domain aura? Can't you suppress him?!"

"Press? Damn it, come and see!"

The photographer cursed loudly and stared into the distance with his eyes, "What kind of field is this??"

The photos all over the sky were torn into pieces, and a figure holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other walked slowly from them.

His appearance seemed to have burned a big hole in the photo world, and the surrounding sky full of noise was receding crazily... The original black and white world fell apart, and at the same time, huge pillars rose from the marble floor!

The original realm is collapsing, and new realms are taking over the battlefield!

"Fuck!"

The white man realized that something was wrong and flew far away without hesitation. His strength and speed were extremely fast, and he flew very far in an instant!

But the next moment, a table appeared out of thin air in front of him, and then four wooden fences came from four directions, locking him behind the table like a cage, and trapped him in place!

The white man was shocked, and before he could make any move, he and the table disappeared in an instant, and when he appeared again, he returned to the center of the giant pillars!

And on the surface of the table, a black sign slowly outlined:

——【Defendant】.

Not only him, but the photographer was also trapped in a defendant's seat. The two looked around in astonishment and found that they had been imprisoned in a black court of justice at some point!

And at this moment, in front of them, a tall table rose from the ground, like a throne of justice, sacred and extremely oppressive!

Behind the judge's table, a figure walked out slowly with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other.

Chen Ling stood behind the towering table, overlooking the two "defendants" in the court. In a mysterious way, the power to judge everything has gathered in his hands... In this realm, he is the master of judgment!

"Is this... the true appearance of the [Trial Court]?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.