I'm not a theatre god

In front of Jinghong Tower.

"Sir..."

Kong Baosheng looked at the imprisoned souls in the sky, breaking free from their restraints and finally dissipating in the air... His body was shaking with excitement.

He never expected that when millions of souls were about to fall into purgatory, it was his own Sir who stood up, dressed in red and singing a song, and turned the tide.

And Li Qingshan, who was standing aside, was also full of emotion in his eyes.

"Brother Lin's attainments in the art of drama are really far behind me... I hope that one day, I can catch up with Brother Lin."

Boom--! !

As an eighth-level pressure descended into the air, Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng were both stunned, and then their faces were extremely ugly!

"Oh no..."

...

Brand was about to explode.

He gambled on the entire Witchcraft Association and the endless risks that the Wuji Realm would bear in the future, so he started this realm war... They fought hard and tried their best, and even he himself was beaten to death several times by the halls, and only then did they collect these two million souls!

Just when the task was about to be completed, an actor came out and freed them all? ?

What's the difference between this and taking out his lifeblood first? !

Now Wuji Jun is still being beaten, but he can't even hold back a Philosopher's Stone, and the people of the Witchcraft Association are basically dead... How can he fight?

Brand's chest rose and fell violently. He opened his mouth to curse something, and the next moment he started coughing blood in anger... Compared with this, even Xizai blowing him bald in one breath just now didn't seem to be something difficult to accept.

"You go to hell too!"

Brand covered the coughed blood with one hand, raised one hand, and headed towards Chen Ling, and an alchemy array opened in the void!

The next moment, a white light suddenly flashed across the sky, and Chen Ling's figure disappeared out of thin air!

Chen Ling only felt a flash in front of his eyes, as if part of the surrounding space was stolen. When he regained his vision again, his feet had already landed on the ground.

"Sir?!"

"Brother Lin!"

Two familiar voices came from behind, and Chen Ling looked back and found Kong Baosheng and Li Qingshan running towards here.

The moment the white light flashed, he returned to the door of Jinghong Building.

Chen Ling seemed to have thought of something, and looked up at the sky again, only to see that the place where he was originally was filled with a giant flaming hand that crawled out of the alchemy array.

And behind the giant flaming hand, two figures in suits were standing side by side.

[Q of Hearts], [J of Clubs];

Chen Ling's song [Requiem] shattered Brand's ambition, and he would inevitably encounter extreme revenge, and the people of the Dusk Society would naturally not sit idly by... No matter what, they had to save Chen Ling!

"Two level sevens, you want to stop me?"

At this time, Brand was very angry, and it was impossible for him to give up just because of the intervention of the Dusk Society. At this moment, the pressure of the level eight was released without reservation, and he rushed towards the two people head-on!

Bang——! !

The rolling air waves swept across the earth. In the ruined streets, Chen Ling subconsciously raised his hand to block the dust.

Li Qingshan and Kong Baosheng behind him were almost blown away by the aftermath of the three people's fight, and could only barely stand firm.

"Hey, Red Heart, you really did something big this time!"

Five figures in suits and leather shoes came from the other side of the street at the same time. Jian Changsheng couldn't help but say, "It's come to this point, why don't you hurry up?"

"... Go?"

"This is not the Red Dust base. Without hostages, the Red Heart Q and the Club J can't stop the Eighth Level for too long... If you don't leave, it will be too late." The 10 of Diamonds said solemnly.

Chen Ling looked up at the sky and saw two figures in suits and leather shoes, relying on the special powers of the Dao of the God of Thieves and the Dao of the God of Drama, constantly dealing with Brand. They did not fight head-on, but were delaying time for themselves.

But even so, an extremely furious Eighth Level could not be easily stopped. In just a dozen seconds, the two people's defense line was shaky.

Brand looked around Xi Zhou. He didn't know when the scene around him had changed. The chaotic vision like a kaleidoscope made him dizzy. The magic scene was like a cage, temporarily imprisoning him.

"You want to stop me with this kind of thing?"

Brand took a step forward, and an alchemy array hidden under the flesh and blood was quickly outlined. His five fingers extended out like tentacles, sweeping across the void with lavender lightning, and then tore the surrounding magic scenes apart at the same time!

The face of the plum blossom J turned pale, and his breath became disordered... The next moment, Brand's five tentacle-like fingers stretched out from the fragments and pointed at Chen Ling in the distance:

"Magic Seal."

Somewhere in the dark, it seemed that something was mobilized by the Wushen Dao, and it quickly gathered towards Chen Ling!

Chen Ling felt a sudden pain in his collarbone, as if a red-hot iron had been stamped on it, and a sizzling sound rang out from the surface of his flesh and blood... He lowered his head suddenly and found that there was a dark green mark of a hideous ghost face, outlined.

This ghost face mark seemed to grow on Chen Ling's flesh and could not be wiped off. At the same time, a sense of being locked surged into Chen Ling's heart!

This magic mark is used to locate him! No matter how he runs, as long as this mark is still there, Brand will always be able to find him.

"Red Heart, what are you waiting for?" Jian Changsheng said anxiously, "If you don't leave now, we won't be able to protect you later!"

"... I can't leave." Chen Ling shook his head,

"Besides, I don't plan to leave."

"You don't plan to leave? Are you going to stay and wait for death?" Jian Changsheng frowned.

Chen Ling did not answer. He looked at the furious Brand in the sky and the huge silhouettes of the giants still fighting outside the realm...

A line of small words came out of his memory:

[With the participation of the "audience", complete a hearty interactive performance]

Chen Ling couldn't leave because his performance was not over yet... and now, he seemed to understand the meaning of the master's last sentence.

"Don't be bound by the existing restrictions. You can act freely in this scene... Even if you cause a huge mess, don't panic."

"This time, the master is behind you."

Is that so...

"I won't die." Chen Ling said calmly, "On the contrary, you..."

"What's wrong with us?"

"...Run."

Chen Ling turned to look at them, with unprecedented seriousness in his eyes, "Take them two, run as far as you can at your fastest speed... Otherwise, I can't guarantee that you won't be involved."

"Why do you want us to run..." Chu Muyun said halfway, as if he thought of something, his mouth opened unconsciously...

"You don't want to..."

Everyone's expression was suddenly wonderful!