I'm not a drama god

Jiang Xiaohua had been seriously injured and on the verge of death a few minutes ago, which meant that his attempt to conceal Chen Ling's aura had almost failed. However, Chen Ling and the others had been focusing on dealing with Mo Lian and had completely forgotten about this matter!

"not good!"

Bai Ye, who was still trying to restore Sun Bumian's liver, suddenly looked at the emperor's regretful gazes above his head with astonishment, "How did I attract these people here..."

Under the pressure of these emperors' regrets, even Bai Ye felt exhausted. Although he could not see the posthumous titles of those emperors, he could guess from their imperial power that they were definitely not simple. He picked up Sun Bumian without hesitation and rushed towards Chen Ling!

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

The golden giant sword was like a roaring falling mountain, the sword tip sank deeply into the earth, and the turbulent aftermath of the Emperor God's Dao spread in all directions, knocking Jian Changsheng, who had just drawn his sword and staggered to the ground, to the ground again... He looked up with a curse, and saw that the sword was like a natural chasm, blocking everyone.

The aftermath of the Emperor's might blew the hem of Chen Ling's robe into the air. He managed to steady himself and looked at the golden figure who had dropped his sword...

The next moment, a paragraph of text appeared before his eyes:

——【Emperor Gao】.

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

"Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of Han???"

Under Chen Ling's shocked gaze, the second golden figure took action.

The man was wearing an imperial robe. With a casual wave of his hand, a broken bowl fell from his palm and swelled up in the wind!

As the broken bowl turned over, its size rapidly expanded, even as big as the golden giant sword dropped by Emperor Gao. From a distance, it looked like a dark sky smashing down on the earth, and mountains and rivers continuously poured out from the mouth of the bowl, as if it contained 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 must not be trapped by the bowl. He gritted his teeth, carried Jiang Xiaohua on the ground, and the surrounding environment changed rapidly!

The next moment, he mobilized the power of the ancient imperial treasure and disappeared on the spot.

Boom——! !

The sky-like giant bowl turned upside down on the earth, but did not capture Chen Ling's figure. The remnant of the emperor in the sky flicked his sleeves, seeming a little unhappy.

Then, the regretful gazes of several emperors fell on Bai Ye who was standing beside them… As the masters of this place, they could sense that Bai Ye seemed to be emitting the aura of many ancient treasures of the imperial way.

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 wanted to put Sun Bumian aside and lead the emperors away because he knew that the emperors' resentment was directed at him. Taking Sun Bumian with him would only put him in danger...

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

If he lost his liver, Sun Bumian would surely die in this ancient treasure house of Emperor Dao.

The two emperors' regretful thoughts stepped into the void and chased after Bai Ye. The broken bowl lying upside down 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 staggered to his feet with a confused look on his face.

“They all ran away???”

Jian Changsheng looked at the people who were being chased away and scratched his head. For a moment, he didn't know whether he was lucky or unlucky... If he said he was lucky, he seemed to be abandoned; if he said he was unlucky, it seemed that there was no emperor chasing him.

Just as Jian Changsheng was thinking about what to do next, an outline of the emperor's regret slowly emerged in front of him...

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

"This is……"

When Jian Changsheng saw the emperor's posthumous title, he was stunned.

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

……

Under the gloomy clouds.

A figure in a robe, carrying a charred corpse, stumbled out of nothingness.

The lush forests surrounded him. Birds flew over the dense treetops, leaving behind bursts of light chirping... Chen Ling didn't know where this was. He had moved too quickly just now, so he just randomly chose a place and fled here.

He carried Jiang Xiaohua on his back and staggered to the nearest big tree. After putting her on the ground, he sat down panting.

Chen Ling had just used "Card" once, and his mental and physical strength had already reached the limit. In addition to fighting with Mo Lian, he was also being hunted by the Emperor's remnant, and he was forcibly mobilizing the power of the Emperor's Ancient Treasure to move. At this moment, his condition was also extremely bad...

"I don't know how Senior Bai Ye and Hei Tao are doing?" Chen Ling murmured to himself.

If Chen Ling could still fight against the remnants of the emperors who had led the army to war in person when he was at the first level, then the figures he had just encountered were no longer something he could contend with... They carried the great fortune of creating a new era and had made great achievements in changing the fate of countless people. In this ancient treasure house, they were almost like gods.

Even Bai Ye might not be their opponent... But he is the Thief Saint after all, so even if he can't beat them, running away shouldn't be a problem.

Chen Ling's eyes fell on Jiang Xiaohua who was standing beside him. At this time, the fire on his body had been completely extinguished, and the bandages were also burned to pieces. Large patches 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 she 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, they seemed to be cursed if they came into contact with his skin...

I just don’t know where this curse comes from?

Chen Ling didn't think much about it. After resting for a while, he picked up Jiang Xiaohua again and walked out of the forest.

Just then, a rustling sound came from a distance, mixed with the sound of conversation, as if a group of people were approaching this direction.

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

After a while,

Many young men were walking towards us from a distance, looking disheveled.

Chen Ling glanced around and found Li Fu, who was wearing a linen shirt, and narrowed his eyes slightly...

"Brother Li... don't be sad. It says that you can't bear the fate of an emperor. Maybe it's just temporary. It's just that your fate is weak. Let's practice more, and there will definitely be a chance." Han Dong couldn't help but comfort him.