I'm not a drama god

Chapter 1502: Ghost Nemesis

"……Um?"

Chen Ling looked towards the end of the horizon.

Chen Ling's location was not that far from Jian Changsheng's. They were both in the ghost town on the edge of the Styx during the 300-year timeline of the Cataclysm. He could still vaguely sense the confrontation between the two eighth-level murderous auras.

Why are there two murderous auras of Bai Qi?

Could it be that the ghost envoy over there pulled Bai Qi's soul out?

Just as Chen Ling was thinking, the Bai Qi on his chest became increasingly hot, and Chen Ling could vaguely sense a hint of... urgency?

But no matter what, Chen Ling had no time to distract himself to do other things. The combined efforts of the two envoys were already making it difficult for him to cope.

Who cares about Bai Qiling's reaction...

Ok?

What is Bai Qi's order?

Chen Ling's heart python in the dark corner was still bitten by the lingering eighth-level heart python. For a moment, Chen Ling's brain went blank, as if he had forgotten something.

It was this brief moment of daze that allowed Chikou, who was controlling Sun Simiao, to seize the opportunity. Endless red fire directly enveloped Chen Ling and condensed into the outline of a huge medicine furnace, as if to refine him into a pill!

The horrible heat wave licked Chen Ling's body, burning his skin black. Chen Ling glanced around, but could not see any possibility of breaking through. His face became more solemn.

"【Card】--!!"

He activated the domain again without hesitation.

The world rewinds, and this time Chen Ling escapes from the furnace ahead of time. However, he has just flown less than a hundred meters when his body seems to be stagnant in nothingness. Even if he pushes his speed to the limit, he cannot move forward at all.

Space stealing!

Liulian descended from the sky holding the ghost of the Silver King, and Chikou, who was holding the ghost of Sun Simiao, came one in front and one behind. The two white robes were like two mountains, completely blocking Chen Ling's way.

Damn...

This can't go on.

Chen Ling knew very well that although he could fight against the eighth level head-on, that was only when he used his true body of disaster in a one-on-one fight. In the current situation, he had no chance of winning with his physical combat power.

His rank was still too low. If his Shinto skills were also at rank eight, Chen Ling would be confident in killing these two envoys...

Unfortunately, there are no ifs now.

The only thing I can do now is to rack my brains to think of how to escape.

Chen Ling's brain was working rapidly. Just as Chikou and Liulian were about to raise their hands again, Chen Ling activated his domain again without hesitation.

"【Card】--!"

The world rewinds again.

Before Chikou and Liulian cause any substantial harm to him, he can directly rewind the tape, which can reduce the consumption of each field activation to the minimum, and the burden on the body is also within the range that Chen Ling can bear.

But Chikou and Liulian were tormented by Chen Ling. Every time they were about to surround Chen Ling, they were always forced to go back to the past. Both of them looked a little annoyed.

"A dying struggle... Humph." Chikou snorted coldly.

Liu Lian, holding the Silver King, stepped forward again, preparing to surround Chikou. But the next second, Chen Ling made a move that surprised everyone...

He raised his hand and grabbed something in the void, and a bright red paper umbrella fell into his palm.

"【receive】!"

As Chen Ling opened the red paper umbrella, a mysterious and strange force began to spread in the air.

The two ghostly afterimages of Sun Simiao and the Silver King suddenly seemed to be pulled by some force and flew uncontrollably towards the red paper umbrella, with the chains on their bodies crackling!

The two envoys were horrified!!

Chikou grabbed the other end of the chain and pulled it hard, forcing the ghost of Sun Simiao that was flying into the sky to stop in mid-air, but it was still shaking violently.

The ghost is like a red mark hanging on the tug-of-war rope. On one side is the red paper umbrella, and on the other side is the ghost envoy. In the invisible nothingness, the two sides are wrestling madly!

"What kind of ability is this?!" Liu Lian, who was also struggling to bind the ghost of the Silver King, spoke in surprise.

The red robe with black patterns danced wildly in the wind. Chen Ling held a red paper umbrella, and her eyes sparkled with brilliance!

It really works!!

This red paper umbrella can hold souls and can also restrict the ghosts controlled by the ghost envoys. Although it is currently impossible to snatch the ghosts directly from their hands, it can at least prevent them from activating their abilities.

This red paper umbrella is the natural enemy of the ability of ghosts and gods to control souls!

Chikou's pupils shrank slightly. He was subconsciously trying to remind Liulian who was standing beside him something, but suddenly his eyes blurred. A hideous face that was half human and half disaster appeared in front of him. With a slight smile, it swung its fist and hit Chikou in the face!

boom--! !

Blood splattered from his nose and Chikou flew backwards!

With the soul he was controlling being restrained by Chen Ling, the Ghost Envoy's own combat power was extremely low. How could he possibly be a match for Chen Ling, whose physical body was now at the eighth level, relying solely on those Ghost Envoy magical powers?

Chen Ling knocked Chikou down in just one encounter, and Liu Lian, who was standing beside him, reacted very quickly:

"【shock】--!!"

"【Certainly】--!!"

The ghostly magical powers and the theatrical secrets erupted at the same time, but Chen Ling's soul was not affected at all.

He flashed in front of Liu Lian again, swung his fist, and hit Liu Lian's face hard, knocking him to the ground like a meteorite!

Dust was flying in the ghost town, and two figures in white fell among the spider-web-like ruins, already in a coma.

Chen Ling did not kill them, not because he was merciful, but because killing the special envoy would inevitably arouse the hostility of the Ghost Dao... He had already killed one in vain, and the Ghost Dao was now the most hostile to him. If he killed two more, it would be extremely difficult for him to cross the Styx to obtain the Ghost Dao foundation.

Anyway, the purpose of Chen Ling's trip was only to establish a foundation in the Ghost Dao, so there was no need to kill these two envoys and make things more difficult for himself. He just needed to ensure that they could not cause any trouble to him in a short period of time.

Of course, at the same time, he had to confiscate the "tools of crime" of the two envoys.

The red paper umbrella spun rapidly, and as the two envoys fell unconscious, the two ghosts that were being pulled also shook violently. After a brief struggle, they actually broke free from the envoys' chains and flew into the umbrella.

The red paper umbrella spun in the air, slowly closed, and finally fell back into Chen Ling's palm.

Chen Ling looked at the red paper umbrella in her hand and couldn't help but smile slightly:

"Li Reid, Li Reid... I never thought that after your death, you would still fall into my hands."

After cleaning up the battlefield, Chen Ling looked towards the direction where murderous aura had just risen. At this time, it was extremely quiet there, and the battle between the soldiers and the gods seemed to have come to an end.

Since Bai Qi has been forced out, the envoy is definitely no match for Jian Changsheng. Now, it is estimated that the kid has started to cross the Styx and head towards the Temple of the Dead... He and Jian Changsheng are in the same part of the Styx, and maybe they will meet in the river later.

Chen Ling hesitated for a moment, but still walked straight towards the flowing River Styx.