I'm not a theatre god

Jiang Xiaohua has been seriously injured and on the verge of death since a few minutes ago, which means that his cover of Chen Ling's aura has almost failed. However, Chen Ling and others were focused on dealing with Mo Lian before and had completely forgotten about it. And this one!

"not good!"

Bai Ye, who was still trying to reset Sun Bu Mian's liver, changed his face and looked at the emperor's sad eyes above his head in shock, "How did you attract these people here..."

Under the pressure of these emperors' remnants, even Bai was struggling. Although he could not see the posthumous titles of those emperors, he could guess from the imperial power alone that they were by no means simple. Without hesitation, he picked up Sun Bumian and rushed towards Chen Ling!

However, just as he was about to take a step, a mountain-like golden sword fell from the hands of one of the emperors!

The golden giant sword was like a whistling falling mountain. The blade of the sword sank deeply into the earth. The agitated aftermath of the Emperor's Divine Dao spread in all directions, knocking Jian Changsheng, who had just pulled out the sword and stumbled to the ground, to the ground again... He cursed and looked up. , and saw that the sword was like a natural chasm, blocking the crowd.

The aftermath of the emperor's power blew the hem of Chen Ling's opera robe flying. He barely managed to steady himself and looked at the golden figure who dropped his sword...

The next moment, a paragraph of text appeared in front of him:

——[Emperor Gao].

"This is..." Chen Ling couldn't understand the extremely long posthumous title of the previous emperor, but he recognized the three words in front of him.

"Liu Bang, the great ancestor of the Han Dynasty???"

In Chen Ling's shocked eyes, the second golden figure took action.

The man was wearing an imperial robe, and with a casual wave of his hand, a broken bowl fell down from his palm, rising in the wind!

As the broken bowl turned over, its size rapidly enlarged, even no less than the golden giant sword dropped by Emperor Gao. From a distance, it looked like a dark sky crashing into the earth, and mountains and rivers poured continuously from the mouth of the bowl. It seems to contain another world.

And the target of this bowl is Chen Ling!

The mighty imperial power surged from the broken bowl. Chen Ling knew that he could never be sealed by the bowl. He gritted his teeth and picked up Jiang Xiaohua on his back. The surrounding environment was rapidly changing!

The next moment, he mobilized the power of Emperor Dao Guzang and disappeared from the place.

Boom——! !

The giant bowl like the sky was tilted upside down to the earth, but Chen Ling's figure was not captured. The emperor Can Nian in the sky flicked his sleeves, seeming a little displeased;

Immediately afterwards, the regretful eyes of several emperors fell on Bai Ye who was standing aside... As the owner of this place, they could sense that Bai Ye's body seemed to exude a lot of the aura of the ancient treasures of the Imperial Dao.

Thieves who steal royal treasures are naturally unforgivable.

Bai Ye felt that several emperors were staring at him, and cold sweat instantly soaked his back. He immediately wanted to let go of Sun BuMian and distract the emperors himself, because he knew that these emperors' thoughts were coming for him, so he took Sun BuMian with him. Being sleepless will only put Sun Bumian into danger...

But seeing the liver in his hand and the dying Sun BuMian, Bai could only grit his teeth and run away with him and the liver!

If he loses his liver, Sun Bumian will definitely die in this ancient Tibetan palace.

The two emperors Cannian stepped into the void and chased Bai Ye straight away. The broken bowl on the ground and the giant sword standing on the ground also flew up and disappeared into the vast sky...

In the snow, Jian Changsheng stood up staggeringly, looking confused.

“They all ran away???”

Jian Changsheng looked at the people who were being chased away and scratched his head. He didn't know for a moment whether he was lucky or unlucky... To say lucky, he seemed to have been abandoned; to say unlucky, there seemed to be no emperor coming. Hunt him down.

Just as Jian Changsheng was thinking about where to go next, an outline of the emperor's remnants was slowly outlined in front of him...

With the appearance of that figure, the ancient and ultimate imperial power rushed towards Jian Changsheng like a torrential wave!

"This is……"

Seeing the emperor's posthumous title, Jian Changsheng froze on the spot.

[An emperor who always pays attention to you invites you to become his minister].

Under the gloomy dark clouds.

A figure in a theatrical robe stumbled out of the void carrying a burnt corpse.

Lush mountain forests surround it, and birds fly over the dense canopy, leaving bursts of cries... Chen Ling doesn't know where this is. He was too urgent when he moved just now, so he just chose a place at random. , and escaped.

Carrying Jiang Xiaohua on his back, he staggered to the nearest big tree, placed it on the ground, and sat down panting.

Chen Ling had just used "Stick" once, and his mental and physical strength had reached the limit. In addition, fighting with Mo Lian, and being chased by the emperor Can Nian, who forcibly mobilized the power of the Imperial Dao Guzang to move, his condition was extremely bad at this moment. …

"I don't know how senior Bai Ye and Spades are doing?" Chen Ling murmured to herself.

If Chen Ling could still fight against the emperor Cannian who was personally conducting the expedition on the first level of "The Hidden Dragon in the Abyss", then the figures he encountered just now were no longer something he could compete with... They are burdened with the great destiny of creating a new era, and have great achievements that have changed the fate of countless people. They are almost godlike existences in this ancient treasure.

Even Bai Ye may not be their opponent...but he is a Thief Saint after all, so even if he can't defeat him, running away shouldn't be a problem.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaohua who was standing beside him. At this time, the flames on his body had completely extinguished, and the bandages were also burned. Large areas of charred black covered the original skin, which looked shocking.

But the good news was that all his bleeding had stopped, and his vitality was not extinguished, but was weak and stable.

"Jiang Xiaohua." Chen Ling called him.

Jiang Xiaohua did not respond, as if he was completely unconscious.

Chen Ling carefully looked at the charred scars on his body. He knew that with such severe burns, it was very likely to be infected, but Jiang Xiaohua seemed to have a special physique. Whether it was organisms or bacteria, contact with his skin seemed to be cursed...

I just don't know where this curse came from?

Chen Ling didn't think much, but after resting for a while, he carried Jiang Xiaohua on his back again and walked out of the forest.

At this moment, a rustling sound came from a distance, mixed with conversations, as if a group of people were approaching this direction.

Chen Ling frowned and immediately hid himself in the shade of the tree.

A moment later,

many young men came from a distance in a mess.

Chen Ling glanced and found Li Fu in linen clothes among them, his eyes narrowed slightly...

"Brother Li... don't be sad, it said that you can't bear the fate of an emperor, maybe it's just temporary? Isn't it just a weak fate? Let's practice more, there will definitely be a chance." Han Dong couldn't help but comfort him.