I'm not a theatre god

The wind and snow were everywhere.

Everyone staggered in the snow, with only the whistling wind echoing in their ears.

About twenty minutes had passed since they entered the Imperial Dao Ancient Tibetan. In front of them, there was nothing but endless wind and snow, not even a ghost could be seen...

The cold stimulated everyone's nerves, making their cheeks red from the cold. Coupled with the hunger from the long journey, everyone felt that their bodies weighed a thousand pounds... Both their bodies and spirits were gradually approaching their limits.

In the end, even Zhu Zhong, the tallest and strongest, couldn't stand it.

"There are a few trees in front that can block the wind a little... Let's go there and rest for a while."

Without saying a word, he took the thickest tree and sat down, where there was relatively less wind. Naturally, the others didn't dare to compete with Zhu Zhong for a position, so they could only quickly grab a few other smaller trees, and some even fought for it.

As they fought, some people were stunned, looking at the nothingness in front of them, as if there was something there.

A relatively thin girl like Wu Qiong couldn't compete with them, and could only stand aside and shiver.

"If we gather together, with our backs facing outward, we can also resist some of the wind and snow." Wu Qiong walked to them and said.

Under Wu Qiong's organization, the marginalized people who didn't dare to compete immediately gathered together, with dozens of people sticking to each other, using their backs to resist the wind and snow outside, but the crowd was indeed much warmer.

The hemp-clothed boy didn't intend to fight with Zhu Zhong and the others for the tree, so he took A Qian and joined them.

"What are you looking at?" The hemp-clothed boy saw Wu Qiong staring at the scene again, frowning and asked.

Wu Qiong looked at him deeply, hesitated for a moment, and said:

"You... maybe you need to take the initiative. After taking the initiative to do something, you will also see it..."

The hemp-clothed boy's eyes were full of confusion.

"Give it to me... I asked you to give it to me!!" A quarrel came from the side.

Zhu Zhong kicked a young man to the ground, holding his collar as if trying to snatch something. The young man was still struggling with half a piece of unfinished pancake in his hand.

"This is mine!"

"You are so weak, it is useless to eat it, why not let me eat it! I am strong! I can help you escape!"

"I won't!! This is mine!! "

"You are looking for death!! "

Seeing that he refused to let go, Zhu Zhong was furious and kicked him hard on the head, directly kicking his nose crooked, blood flowing from his nose, and even knocking out a few teeth.

The force of this kick was really strong, and the young man's brain went blank, but his hand refused to let go of the pancake, as if it had been frozen.

"I told you not to let go! I told you not to let go!! Trash!! Bitch!! "

Zhu Zhong had no intention of stopping, and continued to kick the boy's head and stomach crazily, with a hideous face!

When the others saw this scene, their hearts were in their throats. After all, they were all children. They were frightened for a moment and forgot to step forward to stop him... Moreover, they all saw Zhu Zhong's strength and violence. Who would have the courage to step forward to stop him?

The sackcloth-clothed boy not far away frowned tightly...

He looked at the tall and majestic Zhu Zhong, and then at the other children who were afraid of him. There was a glimmer of light in his eyes, and I don't know what he was thinking.

Zhu Zhong's foot became heavier and heavier, and the boy gradually lost his reaction. Just when the blood was about to stain the ground, a figure appeared in front of him.

"Enough!" The sackcloth-clothed boy said in a deep voice.

Zhu Zhong paused, staring at the boy in hemp clothes with angry eyes,

"Who are you? You said enough is enough?!"

"If you keep hitting him like this, he will be beaten to death by you." The boy in hemp clothes looked cold and sharp,

"Don't forget that we are all watching. If you kill him, when we arrive at Tianshu Realm, someone will report you for murder... Either you kill him and kill all of us; or you wait to go to jail in Tianshu Realm!"

Hearing this, Zhu Zhong obviously hesitated.

Even if he is ignorant of the world, he always knows what the word prison means...He turned around and glanced at the other children, who all lowered their heads to avoid his gaze, as if they didn't dare to look at him.

Zhu Zhong was silent for a long time, snorted coldly, and retracted his foot.

"You are so arrogant." Zhu Zhong narrowed his eyes slightly, "Want to fight with me?"

"Do you think you are very strong?" The hemp-clothed boy was not afraid at all, and said lightly, "I can drag the 'holy bones' weighing hundreds of kilograms, and I can also blow your head with one punch... Do you want to try with me?"

Zhu Zhong seemed to be frightened by the hemp-clothed boy's momentum. After thinking back to the fact that he had dragged the holy bones alone just now, there was a trace of fear on his face.

Hunger filled his body, and Zhu Zhong did not want to fight with the hemp-clothed boy at this time. He just glared at the hemp-clothed boy fiercely,

"Wait for me."

He turned around and continued to walk into the wind and snow.

After Zhu Zhong left, the people around him also breathed a sigh of relief, and there was a trace of awe in their eyes when they looked at the hemp-clothed boy...

Almost at the same time,

a string of golden words floated in front of the hemp-clothed boy:

[The two emperors cast their eyes on you].

The hemp-clothed boy was stunned.

...

"Is this the entrance to the ancient collection of the emperor's way..."

Chen Ling and the other two crossed the barren land and finally arrived at the location of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasure. They floated in front of the stone gate and looked around in surprise.

"It's really shabby." Jian Changsheng shrugged.

"After all, it has been abandoned for so many years, most of the areas inside should have been invalid." Sun Bumian pointed to the golden spire at the top of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasure, "That's the core of the entire ancient treasure."

"So high? After we go in, we won't have to climb the stairs to get up, right?" Jian Changsheng was a little unhappy.

Sun Bumian: ...

"If you want to 'climb the stairs', you must be qualified to enter." Sun Bumian turned his head and looked at Chen Ling, "I still say that, the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures, not everyone can enter... If you can't open the door later, don't blame me for not reminding you."

Chen Ling did not answer. He went straight to the front of the magnificent stone door and slowly pressed his hands on its surface...

One second,

Two seconds,

Three seconds...

Sun Bumian saw that the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasures had no reaction, showing an expression of "as expected". Just as he was about to say something, a thunderous roar sounded from behind the door!

Dong——!!!

The golden hurricane rolled out from the gap of the gradually opening stone door, and the mighty imperial power blew the clothes of the three people into a flutter. Chen Ling's red robe was as bright as blood among the gold!

"This... How is this possible? You are not the [Emperor], but you can open the door?!" Sun Bumian spoke in shock while resisting the strong wind.

In the mighty golden hurricane, a line of text suddenly flashed before Chen Ling's eyes:

[Four hundred and ninety-four emperors cast their gazes upon you]