I'm not a theatre god

The three of them walked out of the corridor and saw a vast white snowfield in front of them.

Chen Ling and the others were also a little confused as to why the snowfield appeared in the Imperial Palace, but they did not communicate at this time because the three of them were all wary of the same figure...

A heavy, dangerous, and extremely tolerant existence.

Even though Jian Changsheng was dragging him all the way like a dead pig, without saying a word or resisting at all, the mummy hung its head like a real corpse.

If it were any one of Chen Ling and the other three, he would probably have taken action as soon as he was dragged up, but he did nothing, as if he wanted to play the image of a "corpse" to the end... This kind of putting aside his self-esteem, tenacity The ruthless spirit is the key to making the three of them extremely vigilant.

At first, Chen Ling was almost fooled by him, thinking it was a corpse. After all, he was not breathing at all, and his body was covered in dust. It seemed that he had been lying there for a long time before they arrived.

But after being reminded by Sun Bumian, he carefully observed it again with the [Secret Eye]... and found that he was indeed alive, and his method of pretending to be dead was similar to that of Jin Fugui!

But this is not a trial ground for the Tongtian Stars, but an ancient treasure of the Imperial Dao that is full of mystery and unknowns. Although Chen Ling saw through his disguise, she did not take action without any scruples like she did in the underground palace. After all, the highest level of enemies in the underground palace was level five. Now Chen Ling could not judge how expert the mummy in front of him was...

Therefore, he could only use some relatively roundabout methods to test this mysterious man bit by bit.

"...Lin Yan, we have dragged it all the way...do you still want to drag it?" Jian Changsheng dragged the heavy mummy through the snow for a long time and finally couldn't help but speak.

Chen Ling and Sun Bumian looked at each other and nodded slightly.

"No more delay, let's just dig a hole and bury him right here!"

Since you can endure it so well, I want to see how long you can endure it after being buried alive?

With the joint efforts of Chen Ling and the others, a deep pit in the snow gradually took shape. During this process, they were alert to the mummy next to them, and seemed to be ready for him to burst out and hurt people...

But actually, he's pretty quiet.

Chen Ling's heart suddenly changed, and he asked Jian Changsheng to throw him into the pit, and then began to submerge his figure bit by bit with snow and soil... The latter also remained motionless, maintaining the mummy posture with his hands folded on his chest, calm. Let himself be completely buried alive.

After a few minutes,

Chen Ling stepped hard on the two-meter-thick soil and snow with an expression as if she had seen a ghost.

"What happened? Did we make a mistake?" Sun Bumian whispered.

"It shouldn't be..." Chen Ling was puzzled, "He should indeed be alive, but why didn't he resist?"

"Then shall we take action?"

"...Forget it, he doesn't seem to be planning to attack us, so there's no need to make matters worse."

After some testing, Chen Ling confirmed that this man had no ill intentions. In this case, no matter whether he was pretending to be dead or not, there was no need to draw a sword against him... If I had to say it, he was lying fine, but Chen Ling had to It is already quite impolite to drag someone away and bury them alive.

But now that the matter was over, Chen Ling couldn't dig it out again and say sorry to others. She could only give it a final look at the hole.

The three living kings of hell sighed with regret, then turned and left.

at the same time,

Jiang Xiaohua, who was buried alive under the ground, felt the darkness, humidity and dead silence around her, and moaned softly in comfort.

"It's much more comfortable to lie down here than at the door... No one has bothered me yet."

"There are still many good people in this world."

[Fifteen emperors cast disdainful glances at you]

…

"There are quite a few footprints here." Sun Bumian walked in the wind and snow, looking at the messy footprints that stretched into the distance, and seemed a little surprised, "There are about sixty or seventy people...and the footprints are very new and have not been affected by the wind." The snow cover means they are not far ahead.”

"Where did there come from so many people in the Imperial Palace?" Jian Changsheng frowned.

"It's not surprising. The ancient Tibetan treasure has been lost for so many years. A new [Emperor] must be born this time... These people should be candidates for the new [Emperor]."

"Then we have come in, are we considered candidates?" Jian Changsheng asked cautiously.

"How is that possible? I said, we all have the Shinto, so it is impossible to become the [Emperor]..." Sun Bumian glanced at Jian Changsheng with a strange expression, "Why, you are a soldier of the Shinto, and you want to be the emperor? Bing?" The Tao Emperor?"

"No, I'm just thinking about it." Jian Changsheng paused for a moment, "But don't tell me, the Emperor of Military Dao... sounds pretty good."

"……childish."

"Where is the Lion-awakening Emperor?"

"This is good, I like it."

Jian Changsheng:......

Jian Changsheng felt something. He pointed at Chen Ling casually and said:

"What about him? If he were an emperor, what would he be... [actor emperor]?"

Boom——!

The moment Jian Changsheng's words fell, something seemed to be touched deep in the ancient treasure of the Imperial Dao. A certain will between heaven and earth instantly resonated with the [Emperor's Fate] in Chen Ling's body!

Chen Ling's steps suddenly stopped.

A breeze blew around Chen Ling. He looked down at his hands in confusion, not knowing what was happening...

But invisibly, his temperament seems to have undergone some changes. If Chen Ling's original temperament was the yin and softness brought by the twisted Shinto, now there is a unique domineering look in the depths of his eyes... This temperament is similar to The fusion of Chen Ling's own temperament makes Chen Ling, who is already bright and dangerous in a bright red opera robe, feel even more unfriendly to strangers.

Jian Changsheng was also stunned. He seemed to have felt the sudden change in the world just now, and his expression was even more confused than Chen Ling's... He just pointed at Chen Ling and said casually, how could there really be a commotion?

Seeing this, Sun Bumian's eyes flickered. After thinking for a moment, he murmured to himself:

"Everyone speaks of gold, and he wears a yellow robe...that's how it is..."

"What turns out to be that?"

Sun Bumian glanced at Chen Ling, whose temperament had changed slightly, and Jian Changsheng, who looked confused... After a pause, he spoke again:

"I seem to understand the rules of the Imperial Dao Ancient Treasure."

…

other side.

The young man in linen stretched out his hand and lifted up the embarrassed young man who was beaten by Zhu Zhong in a pool of blood. His voice was as soft as the spring breeze:

"How's it going? Are you okay?"

"...I, I'm fine." The young man looked at the Maiden with a bruised nose and a swollen face. His eyes were full of gratitude. The pain all over his body made his facial features twist unconsciously. Even for a moment just now, he really felt that he would Beaten to death...

But now, thanks to Mai boy, he survived.

"Thank you...really, thank you." The young man burst into tears of gratitude, "My name is Han Dong, what's yours?"

"My name is Li Fu." The young man in linen clothes smiled slightly.

"Subversive overthrow."