I'm not a drama god

"Brother Lin..."

When Li Qingshan saw this scene, he opened his mouth to persuade her to do something, but he stopped himself from speaking.

Li Qingshan could feel that Chen Ling was a little different... There seemed to be something extra in his eyes. Although his expression looked so calm, it gave people a feeling of extreme danger!

After burying Huang Suyue, Chen Ling passed by Li Qingshan, wearing a bright red costume, and came to the gate of the theater, where she slowly stopped.

Tick-tick-tick-

The dripping rain flows along the eaves, dancing in the wind like a beaded curtain.

Chen Ling raised his head and stood there like a sculpture. He was not sure whether he was looking at the eaves where the rain was falling, or the thick rain clouds in the distance, or the huge and complex alchemy array in the clouds.

"Kong Baosheng." Chen Ling suddenly spoke.

"……gentlemen."

"Why don't you leave?"

Kong Baosheng opened his mouth, lowered his head and whispered, "I...I can't bear to leave the main city, and I can't bear to leave Jinghong Tower."

"What about you?" Chen Ling turned and looked at Li Qingshan beside him.

"I am the descendant of pioneers. The world is the home guarded by our ancestors. I can't just watch it being trampled upon... I can't do it." Li Qingshan answered firmly.

Chen Ling was silent for a moment,

"So, you guys aren't going to leave, are you?"

"I do not go."

"Sir...I won't leave either."

Chen Ling tilted his head slightly and looked at the plaque with the three characters "Jinghong Tower" written on it. The last time he came here, he was trying to persuade everyone to flee to Liu Town. Unexpectedly, in the end, they still met in the theater...

Perhaps, this is fate.

A complex gleam flashed in Chen Ling's eyes. After a moment, he squatted down and wrote something in the mud in front of Jinghong Tower with his bloody fingertips.

"Since you all won't leave, why don't you stay and watch a show?"

"Watch a play?" Li Qingshan was startled. "What play?"

"I have a play that I want to perform for the Wuji Realm...but I don't know if they can catch it."

"Sir, didn't you say that you don't sing when it rains?" Kong Baosheng asked blankly.

Chen Ling smiled.

He did not answer, but walked calmly into the rain.

A bright red robe fluttered in the wind. The two of them just blinked their eyes, and the raindrops floating in the sky gradually became scarce and finally disappeared in the air!

The heavy rain that had continued for several days strangely stopped as Chen Ling took a step forward.

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng were both stunned in their places, and then, as if they saw something, they lowered their heads to look at the place where Chen Ling had just stood...

At the entrance of Jinghong Tower, there is a line of words written in blood, with the pen strokes sharp, as if holding a knife!

——【The actor leaves the building, and the heavy rain stops suddenly】

"The rain stopped..."

In the sobbing wind, the bright red costume fluttered in the deserted streets like a bloody ghost.

As he whispered, huge shadows crushed the surrounding streets and followed behind him. It seemed like an inky black abyss that was swallowing up the war-torn world bit by bit!

The second half of Chen Ling's words sounded faintly:

"Follow me and crush Wuji."

……

city ​​wall.

boom--! ! !

The intense flames were like a giant python, tearing a hole in the city wall, and then rushed towards the sky!

The scroll that originally covered the sky above the city wall was completely devoured at this moment. The raging fire burned it with dense holes, connecting it into pieces, and finally completely disappeared into nothingness.

Several members of Fushenghui on the city wall spat out blood at the same time, their faces turned extremely pale.

Dense black-robed figures walked out of the ruined town. Around them were countless silver torrents, which were now swirling outside the city gates. At a glance, there were thousands of them!

Seeing this scene, the face of Club 8 turned extremely ugly.

Even though he and the other members of Fu Sheng Hui had tried their best, they still couldn't completely defend the city gate. During the fight just now, batches of silver monsters had already slipped through the gaps and entered the city. Who knew what was happening in the main city now...

Now, the Witchcraft Association is gathering more and more people, and it is impossible for them to defend the main city with the few remaining people.

The painting of floating life has already run out of fuel and lamp;

"Kill them all." The leader, a sixth-rank black-robed man, said in a deep voice, "The president is just a little short of the Philosopher's Stone... Break into the city as soon as possible and accumulate souls."

As soon as the words fell, many black-robed members of the Witchcraft Association rushed towards the city wall at the same time, dividing the battlefield with their absolute numerical advantage and encircling the remaining Fushenghui members!

At the same time, thousands of silver torrents broke through the blockade and poured into the city.

As they passed by, the whole city was like a swarm of locusts. All the buildings were smashed and cut into pieces, collapsing...even the ground was lifted up, revealing the bumpy rocks underneath.

"Damn..."

Seeing this, Plum Blossom 8's eyes flashed with anger. He was about to take action to stop the invincible silver torrent, but three black robes fell from the sky and blocked Plum Blossom 8's way.

Three sixth-level mighty powers of the witch god came crashing down!

The pupils of the Eight of Clubs shrank slightly, and he instantly raised his hand to draw a Starfall chess net, but the three sixth-rank players tore a hideous gap in it. The horrible pressure made his body sink deeply into the ground, imprisoning him in place like a cage.

But what these three men in black robes wanted was not only that... They had seen from the beginning that this young man was extremely powerful and was the leader of Fushenghui. If they killed him, Fushenghui would no longer have top-level combat power.

Deadly attacks came from all directions in the west like a tide, leaving Plum Blossom 8 covered in wounds in an instant, but he was not an ordinary sixth-level warrior. He relied on his terrifying mental strength and several virtual pens to resist the attacks from all around!

at the same time,

In the ruins behind the main city, the earth seemed to be lifted up by a huge plow. Wang Jincheng, who was also covered in wounds, stood on top of the lifted earth, coughing and struggling to maintain the sacred way.

Since the beginning of this realm war, Wang Jincheng was forced to fight against a seventh-level enemy and was seriously injured. Afterwards, he moved around the main city, maintaining order in the police station and clearing out the silver monsters, but this also made his injuries more serious.

But now that things have come to this, Wang Jincheng has no choice but to fight despite his injuries, otherwise he will be dead when the Wuji Realm breaks through the Red Dust.

"Cui Weishan Ming."

Wang Jincheng mobilized the last of his mental strength and pulled out a huge black pyramid from the depths of the earth. It was suspended high in the sky, blocking out the sky and the sun. Then he slammed it towards the silver torrent that had penetrated into the city wall!

But before the pyramid fell, several figures in black robes rushed out together, and all kinds of sacrificial instruments and poisonous insects emitting a sinister aura cut through the sky and collided with the pyramid!

Boom——! !

Visible air waves swept through the air, and dense cracks spread at the bottom of the pyramid!

After all, Wang Jincheng was already seriously injured, and there were several masters of the same level as him in the army of Wuji Realm, so this attack was destined to fail.

At the same time, there were several black afterimages, rushing towards Wang Jincheng's face!