I'm not a drama god

At the same time, a figure with gray hair on the temples walked slowly from a distance, looking a little weak.

"Mr. Han." The master of the Tower of Babel saw him and spoke calmly, "You have worked hard to maintain the [Land of Death]. I believe you understand the current situation, right?"

The field gradually closed under Mr. Han's feet. Behind him, the medical team had already carried all the bodies of the dead, repairing them while running outside... [Lost Land] saved everyone's souls. Even though they had been weakened by their original owners, at least they could still live.

Mr. Han glanced at Chen Ling and the others, and after a long silence, he nodded slightly:

"Yes, I understand... The members of the Dusk Club sneaked into the old district and massacred the geniuses. Their crime is unforgivable."

Mr. Han naturally saw the entire process of the battle, and he also knew that Chen Ling and others were important factors in killing Kong Wang, but he was no longer a teenager like the young sect master. At his age, he could easily understand the intentions of the representatives of the realm.

Mr. Han raised his hand and pointed at Tu Tian who was carried on a stretcher:

"This young man fought all the way to the end. He is a very talented person... He deserves a share of the Tongtian Star Position."

"Okay, take him with you."

The pressure was like a mountain, and Jian Changsheng turned pale. He watched as his coveted Tongtian Star Position was obtained by someone else, and silently pursed his lips...

He forced his eyes away from the Tongtian Star, and like a wronged child, he lowered his head and remained silent.

After dealing with other matters, the five realm representatives finally set their sights on the three Dusk members in front of them...

From the moment they entered the old district, they sensed that the so-called "Evil Bandits of the Dusk Society" were nothing more than three young men of only rank four. There was no need for them to attack together against an enemy of this rank. Any high-level Shinto accompanying them could kill them in seconds by themselves.

But in order to quell public anger and highlight the danger of the Twilight Society, they still put on the biggest show possible... As for what happened after they came in, the people outside had no idea.

Even so, after seeing Chen Ling and the other two with their own eyes, several representatives from different realms couldn't help but feel a little surprised.

So many young geniuses from all realms of humanity, and the mysterious death from the Ghost and God Path thousands of years ago, were actually killed by three fourth-level young men?

Is the young genius of the Twilight Society really that terrifying?

"Kill him." The Lord of Tongtian Tower said calmly, "Don't hold back, don't underestimate the enemy, and make sure there is no future trouble!"

"Yes!"

Several members of the Tower of Babel flew out quickly, each of them was at least level six, and there were even three or four level seven. Any one of them alone would not be an opponent that Chen Ling and the others could resist, but now they swarmed around and surrounded them, leaving no way for them to survive!

Seeing this, Mr. Han sighed helplessly, turned away silently, unable to bear to watch any longer.

Several members of the Dusk Club who were being taken away by the organizer's medical team in the distance also had their hearts in their throats at this moment. They turned their heads to look in the direction of Chen Ling, ready to take action at any time!

next moment,

Chen Ling crushed the cloth bag in his hand without hesitation!

boom--! ! !

A powerful airflow instantly exploded from the bodies of Chen Ling and the other two, directly knocking away all the people who were rushing towards them. A demigod-level pressure swept across the entire venue, and even the eyes of the five realm representatives suddenly narrowed!

"This is……"

A heaven-reaching theatrical road rolled out from behind Chen Ling and surged up into the sky!

The bright red robe fluttered wildly in the wind. Unknowingly, Chen Ling had a token in his hand. The aura of the God of Drama surged from it, and four big characters were written on it:

——[Everyone takes a seat].

Chen Ling held the token in his hand, slowly raised his palm, and then gently slapped it into the void as if he was holding a gavel.

"sit down!"

Boom-!

A violent wind containing the aura of the God of Drama swept in all directions, and all the figures caught in the wind fell backwards uncontrollably...

At the same time, wooden chairs quickly emerged from nothingness and steadily caught the figures of everyone!

The Lord of the Tower of Babel, representatives from other realms, and many high-level Shinto masters who came with them, and then the people from the Dusk Society who had already left, as well as the Young Master and others who were even further away...

Within a second, everyone within a radius of several miles was forced to sit down, with their bodies and hands placed stiffly on the armrests, as if they were filled with lead, unable to move, their eyes fixed on Chen Ling's hands, expressions of horror!

The secret treasure of Xishendao? !

A secret treasure of the Dao of Ghosts and Gods delayed the representatives of the five realms outside the bowl for several hours. They thought that once Kong Wang died, everything would go smoothly. Who could have thought that Chen Ling would take out another secret treasure of the Dao? !

You know, the treasures that contain the foundation of Shintoism only exist in the deepest part of the corresponding ancient treasures, and it is almost impossible for them to flow out...

Two of them appeared in succession today?

"How could a fourth-rank junior hold a Taoist secret treasure?" The Tower of Heaven master tried to break free from the chair, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not move his body at all. He could only speak hoarsely.

"Who on earth is he??"

"It's the secret treasure of Xidao Ancient Zang... What is the relationship between him and Xidao Ancient Zang?"

The same doubts arose in everyone's mind, except for the people from the Dusk Society who saw this scene. They looked as if they had thought of something, and their expressions were extremely interesting!

Jian Changsheng, who had originally planned to fight to the death, was at a loss for a moment when he saw the sudden reversal.

He turned to look at the token in Chen Ling's hand and couldn't help but speak:

"What the hell, what the hell is this treasure?!"

"I don't know, it was given to me by my senior brother..." Chen Ling held the token in his hand. The image of his senior brother Ning Ruyu and the letter sent from thousands of miles away appeared in his mind. He was deeply moved.

This token was sent along with a letter from the eldest senior brother, who said that he was worried that the younger junior brother would be in danger on this trip, so he took it out from the ancient collection of Xidao to give it to him for self-defense... But the letter only taught how to use it, and did not mention how precious this thing was. It was only after Chen Ling was inspired that he discovered that this thing was actually a Taoist secret treasure from the ancient collection of Xidao!

A slight crack appeared on the token and continued to spread to the surroundings... According to what the eldest senior brother said in the letter, although this secret treasure is extremely powerful, its maintenance time is very limited.

Chen Ling took a deep breath, clenched it silently, and then spoke in a deep voice:

"We should hurry up."