I'm not a theatre god

The moment he heard this word, a killing intent burst out from Chen Ling's eyes!

Although the surnames are different, just because of his similar appearance to Ying Fu, the same word "Fu" in his name, and the fact that the other person happens to be in the ancient Tibet of the Imperial Dao, he is a candidate for the new [Emperor]... This The three elements are superimposed together, and Chen Ling can almost lock the Mai Yi boy's identity!

Even though we don’t know why Yingfu’s surname is Li now, he will definitely be the new [Emperor] in the future!

Just when Chen Ling had thoughts of killing and the blade was about to cut off the young man's neck in linen clothes, a pale golden shadow came from the lower realm of the sky, carrying the galloping emperor's soldiers, roaring towards the snowy field!

The pale golden shadow pointed in the air, and the mighty imperial power was like a sledgehammer, shaking the red opera robe and the boy in linen!

Boom——! ! !

Chen Ling's boning knife only cut open the Mai Yi boy's skin and a small amount of flesh, and then was bounced away by the concussion. The Mai Yi boy flew backwards like a cannonball under this blow, his mortal body was injured and his internal organs were injured, and he sprayed wildly in the air. Blood.

On the other hand, although Chen Ling was also shaken back by the blow, she quickly stabilized her figure.

The red opera robe danced wildly in the wind and snow, and his eyes did not look at the Emperor Cannian who was rushing towards him, but still stared at the dying boy in sackcloth!

"Ying Fu! You can't run away!"

The trial court quickly opened around Chen Ling. In the heavy snow, Chen Ling's fingertips clasped the handle of the boning knife, and the power of trial poured into it crazily!

The scarlet sleeves of the opera robe were swung in the air, and a sword with the power of deconstruction was like a bullet, piercing the wind and snow! !

The blade cut through the air, and all the snowflakes it touched melted instantly. Even the thick snow on the path was melted to open a gully, and the blade pointed at the young man in linen who was dying in the snow!

Seeing this, the light-gold figure who came with soldiers and horses waved his hand and made the young man in linen clothes lying in a pool of blood disappear out of thin air, as if he was sent to the second level of "or leaping into the abyss" in an instant!

The next moment, the boning knife carrying the power of judgment pierced the earth and disappeared without a trace, leaving only a deep circular hole that led to nowhere.

Chen Ling felt the aura fluctuations that penetrated the two layers, and her eyes narrowed slightly.

This scene fell in the eyes of others, and they were already frightened. Chen Ling's knife pierced the ground with a casual stroke. Killing them must have been just a thought... They turned around and ran in all directions in confusion, no longer caring about the direction. , just want to stay away from Chen Ling as soon as possible.

"Brother Xiao Li!!" A Qian was already dumbfounded. She looked around but didn't see the Maid boy, and tears burst into her eyes.

Wu Qiong hugged her waist, put her on his shoulders, turned around and ran away!

Chen Ling ignored the people fleeing in all directions. After the Mai Yi boy disappeared, his attention fell on the sky...

The pale golden figure was like a god, slowly falling to the sky above the snowy field. With another wave of his hand, the figures that were running away like crazy disappeared one after another, and were all sent to the second floor by him.

According to the original arrangements of the emperors, these people should have experienced more suffering on the first level, and exposed the deepest side of their hearts in the dual limits of body and spirit. They should be able to remain rational under such circumstances, and even do Only those who are good at "pretending" to lead people are qualified to become candidates for the new [Emperor]...

But now Chen Ling's appearance has undoubtedly disrupted everything, forcing them to speed up the process and send these people directly to the second floor.

"It actually caused the emperor's regrets and led him to personally conquer..." Seeing this scene, Sun Bumian couldn't help but speak,

"Sure enough, the 6 of Hearts makes a big splash no matter where it goes."

"Stop talking nonsense!" Jian Changsheng pointed at the two pale gold figures falling in the sky and the mighty troops they brought with them, and cursed, "We are also their targets!"

boom--! ! !

Three imperial remnants, with three teams of soldiers and horses, hit the snowy field like a murderous tsunami. The flying snow was shaken in the air, like a hazy mist, blurred.

Countless soldiers attacked Chen Ling's body from all directions. Chen Ling avoided the attacks deftly while turning his head to look around. The faces of those soldiers and horses were blurred, but judging from the armor on his body, it was indeed... An imperial soldier from an ancient dynasty.

At a rough glance, there are tens of thousands of these private soldiers. Although they have no rank or skills, their strength and speed are not inferior to any third-level soldiers of the Shinto. With the dense stack of numbers, even Chen Ling can't. Some scalps are numb...

"[Judgement]."

With the sound of a gunshot, the deconstructed bullet tore a gap in the army.

A figure in a red opera robe walked like a red butterfly, easily avoiding the surrounding siege, and then stepped on nothingness and leaped above the sea of ​​soldiers and horses...

The flying snow mixed with the endless fighting seemed to have filled the entire "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" layer. When the complex array of the emperor's soldiers below rotated, the murderous aura seemed to distort the sense of space. Chen Ling looked around , it was no longer clear where Jian Changsheng and Sun Bumian were.

The fluctuations of the Emperor's Divine Path came from the side, and the afterimage of a middle-aged man wearing an imperial robe, holding a long sword, silently walked out of the void.

"Is the emperor sad..."

Chen Ling felt the rejection from the emperor's fate and frowned tightly.

There is extreme exclusivity in the fate of emperors, and there can only be one emperor in an era... Although the man in front of him is the remnant of an emperor from a past dynasty, it also gives him a kind of hostility from the depths of his soul.

Perhaps because he had been lost for too long, the emperor's remnant in front of him was hazy and blurred. Chen Ling couldn't even see his face clearly, but as the shadow of a dynasty was outlined under his feet, a long list of titles suddenly flooded into Chen Ling's mind:

——【Emperor of Heaven, Law, and Dao, All Virtue, Divine Literature, Saint, Martial Arts, Wise, Philosophical, and Filial Piety】

Chen Ling was stunned.

Why are the titles of other emperors so long, but for him, it's just the four simple words 【Actor Emperor】?

The emperor's remnant raised his palm, and countless ancient banknotes swarmed out of the void, interweaving into a golden dragon with surging luck above him.

Although Chen Ling couldn't feel any clear "rank" from this emperor, he seemed to have some heavy historical achievements, which became substantial in the ancient collection of the emperor, bringing Chen Ling a great sense of oppression!

The emperor stood with his hands behind his back in the void, and the next moment, the golden dragon of banknotes whistled towards Chen Ling!

The speed of this golden dragon was so fast that even Chen Ling could barely react. The red costume stepped on the cloud step, turning into a red afterimage wandering in the void, followed by a golden dragon!

At this time,

in a corner of the "Hidden Dragon in the Abyss" layer where the flames of war were raging.

The soldiers of an unknown emperor galloped across the soil, and the earth shook like thunder. When these soldiers gradually went away, a bandaged figure quietly emerged from the chaotic land, patted his ears with his palms, and seemed to have a little tinnitus.

Jiang Xiaohua struggled for a long time, but still supported the soil with both hands and slowly crawled out of the ground...