I'm not a theatre god

The moment Chen Ling finished speaking, a breath of judgment poured into the barrel of the gun!

At the same time, Chen Ling only felt that his spirit was weakening rapidly, as if everything had been poured into his palms. There seemed to be some kind of power, locking the front through the muzzle of the gun in his hand.

Jian Changsheng, who was approaching him, instantly felt the hair on his body exploding, and an unprecedented sense of crisis burst out. He looked at the muzzle of the black gun that was gradually approaching, like the gaze of death.

Instinct told him to avoid this attack, but his body was too late.

boom--!

Chen Ling pulled the trigger.

The power of deconstruction turned into bullets and shot out from the muzzle of the gun. There were no sparks or explosions. It was as quiet as a silent arrow, instantly piercing Jian Changsheng's chest.

Jian Changsheng felt his body light up, and there was only a blood hole the size of a fist left in his chest. Looking down, he could even see the ground behind him... Everything hit by this bullet seemed to be wiped out into nothingness, including his heart.

He could no longer control his body, took two staggering steps, and stumbled down in front of Chen Ling.

After firing the shot, Chen Ling felt his eyes go dark, and his mental energy was so overdrawn that he almost fainted on the spot. It was only by gritting his teeth that he supported his body, which prevented him from falling down on the spot.

Sure enough, releasing the fourth-level skill [Tribunal] at the first level is still too reluctant.

And judging from the effect, he was not able to open the field like Han Meng at that time. Instead, he could only condense into a field that was shrunk countless times near the barrel, and the destructive power of the deconstructed bullets shot was only the size of a fist. …

You know, at that time, Han Meng destroyed the body of the red paper monster with three shots, and the killing range of each shot was ten times that of Chen Ling today.

Even if he can release skills beyond his own level at the first level, the skill strength will be greatly reduced and limited to the corresponding level... This thought flashed in Chen Ling's mind.

But it turns out that even the weakened [Inquisition] is enough to instantly kill almost all enemies of the same level, such as Jian Changsheng.

"You are... a monster..."

A weak sound came from the throat of Jian Changsheng who fell to the ground. Perhaps due to his own skills, even though he was punched through the heart, he still did not die immediately, but stared at Chen Ling.

"I shouldn't...die...here...I've just...begun."

"I'm not...willing to..."

His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally fell into complete silence... But even so, those eyes were still looking at Chen Ling, as if they wanted to remember his face in the next life.

He refused to die with his eyes in peace.

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Jian Changsheng was dead that Chen Ling finally breathed a sigh of relief... This guy was too difficult to kill.

Not only did the injury not hurt, but it became more and more fierce as the fight continued. Chen Ling suspected that if she didn't use the [Tribunal] skill to kill him instantly, he might not be Jian Changsheng's opponent if he dragged on.

Chen Ling stayed there for a while and finally recovered a little from the edge of fainting. He glanced around, moved his steps little by little, and walked towards No. 8 who was in a pool of blood.

At this time, No. 8 had been beaten into a human form by Jian Changsheng. Chen Ling rummaged through the flesh and blood for a while before finding the fragment of the Bingshen Dao Daoji that No. 8 held in his hand.

He was about to take it away, but found that No. 8 was still holding the fragment tightly and refused to let go.

"Are you still alive?" Chen Ling asked in surprise.

Although No. 8's whole body was shattered, there was still a trace of breath left. The remaining eyeball stared at Chen Ling in the blood, holding the fragments tightly with his palms. This was his last stubbornness.

The eight usurpers of the fire came all the way from other realms just for this fragment of the Bing Shen Dao. In order to get it, they even had their entire army wiped out... This was the fruit they had sacrificed their lives for. How could they let it go in the end? Did Chen Ling take advantage?

"Let go." Chen Ling sighed, "Everyone is dead, do you think you can still make a comeback?"

A flash of despair flashed through No. 8's remaining eyeballs...but he still didn't let go.

Chen Ling did not take out the fragments from No. 8's hand, but gently placed her palm on No. 8's bloody face. She took out a gun with her other hand and pressed it against No. 8's temple.

Chen Ling could feel that No. 8 was shaking, but whether it was fear, anger, or unwillingness... he didn't know.

"Okay, okay." Chen Ling, who was wearing a red opera robe, squatted beside the blurred flesh and blood, and comforted her as gently as coaxing a child,

"You're doing great...kid."

boom--!

The bullet penetrated No. 8's head and he completely lost his breath.

Chen Ling moved his palm away, and No. 8's eyelids had been forcibly closed by him, as if he had died peacefully.

Chen Ling used a dagger to cut open No. 8's stiff palm, took out the bloody Taoist fragments of the God of War, and stood up slowly... The breeze blew through the hem of the bloody robe, swaying lightly in the dead wilderness, like a ghost from the netherworld. Zhu Huo.

"Is the performance not over yet..." Chen Ling thought for a moment and suddenly realized,

"By the way...I'm not dead yet."

He is the final winner and the only survivor on this stage.

The final condition of the performance is [no survivors].

Chen Ling glanced at the words outlined in blood on the ground——

[Current expected value: 65%]

After the performance started, the audience's expectations slowly increased as the performance progressed. However, the real accumulation of expectations was after he transformed into Bai Qiling and provoked the law enforcers and the fire usurpers to fight...

Just by killing Yan Xicai, seizing the ring sacrificial weapon, and appearing in the battle with one against three after Jian Changsheng and the others thought they had won, he gained nearly 30 expectation points.

I just harvested No. 8’s life and added another 5 points.

"Everyone is dead, where can we get 5 more expected points?" Chen Ling suddenly felt a little headache. If he had known this, he should have designed more plots to let these corpses contribute more expected points.

Chen Ling's eyes swept across the corpses on the ground, and finally landed in the unknown and mysterious darkness deep in the ancient military treasures...

There is only one way.

Chen Ling looked at the time and saw that there was still a short period of time until the ancient treasure trove of the art of war was opened. She immediately took steps towards the depths of the ancient treasure trove.

Five people's ditch, ten people's ditch, fifteen people's ditch, twenty people's ditch... fifty people's ditch;

As Chen Ling went deeper, the spawn points of soldiers around him became larger and larger. When he passed the fifty-man ditch, he saw a conspicuous stone tablet standing majestically on the gray-white ground.

"Testing the boundary, it is strictly forbidden to move forward."

Crossing this monument means leaving the trial area designated for them by Aurora City and entering the depths of the ancient treasure... And the area in front of them will obviously not be open to newcomers like them.

Chen Ling stood in front of this monument, paused briefly, and continued to move forward... The moment he stepped out of the trial area, a weak warm current flowed out of his chest.

Chen Ling was stunned, then reached into her arms and took out the hot object.

It was Bai Qiling.