I'm not a drama god

It was Jian Changsheng.

Dr. Han's dying state turned Jian Changsheng, who was supposed to be transformed into an ancient Tibetan ghost, into an existence between the two, and he did not truly integrate into the Ghost Dao Ancient Tibetan... However, Chen Ling was able to see clearly with his secret pupils that the soul was still approaching the Ghost Dao base little by little at an extremely slow speed.

Once his soul falls into the ghost path, even if he is truly dead, he is not a ninth-level demigod and has no soul backup, so there is no possibility of resurrection.

"Hearts!! Clubs!!"

When Jian Changsheng's soul saw the two of them, his eyes suddenly lit up!

Chen Ling opened the red paper umbrella without hesitation, and a suction force surged from it, but this only slowed down Jian Changsheng's speed of falling into the ghost path, and failed to snatch him back into the umbrella directly.

In the final analysis, Chen Ling is still only at the seventh level. Even if he can influence the soul control of those special envoys, the control of the soul by the Ghost Dao Daoji is not at the same level as that of the special envoys.

"Hongxin, what should we do?" Jiang Xiaohua looked at Chen Ling anxiously.

Chen Ling frowned and thought for a moment.

"We can only start with the Ghost Dao's foundation. If I can shake his foundation, even for a moment, I can collect his soul into the umbrella... In this way, we can also remove a fragment of his foundation."

"But this thing is so big, can we shake it?"

"It's not a question of whether we can do it or not." Chen Ling shook his head, "We... must be able to do it!"

They entered the ancient Ghost Dao treasure house just to collect the fragments of the Ghost Dao's foundation. If they cannot shake the foundation, not only will their trip be in vain, causing the plan to restart the world to fail, but they will also lose Jian Changsheng.

Chen Ling had also seen the foundations of other Shintoisms, but the completeness and strength of the foundation of the Ghost and God Dao were far superior to other Shintoisms. It was not easy to shake it... but they had no choice.

"You think you can shake the foundation of Taoism? That's wishful thinking." Su Xi on the side snorted coldly.

The next second, he was cursed by Jiang Xiaohua and started howling.

"on!"

Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua rushed towards Dao Ji at the same time.

The Ghost Path would not allow the two to shake its foundation. It had been making preparations as early as when they stepped into the Temple of the Dead... Almost at the same time, the figure of a special envoy in a white robe fell directly from the sky!

The Ghost envoy, Xiaoji.

Xiaoji was also a little depressed at this time.

He was originally chasing Sun Bumian, but he lost him not long after that guy stepped into the River Styx... Xiao Ji searched the River Styx for a long time but couldn't find where Sun Bumian was hiding. It seemed as if some force had isolated Sun Bumian's breath of life and prevented Xiao Ji from finding him.

This is probably another method used by the demigod of divination.

Afterwards, he received a warning from the Ghost Path and rushed directly to the Temple of the Dead, where he saw the aggressive Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua...

You want me to stop both of them single-handedly?

me? ? ?

Neither Chikou nor Liulian could stop Chen Ling, and Jiang Xiaohua even took his colleague for a walk like a dog. What qualifications did Xiaoji have to take on such a big responsibility?

But things have come to this point, Xiaoji had to go up. He stretched out his hand and grabbed from nothingness, and a chain locked onto a ghost in the Styx who was extremely powerful in his lifetime, and pulled it to his side.

But before Xiaoji could activate the man's Shinto, a red paper umbrella spun gently in Chen Ling's hand, and the attraction directly dragged the ghost towards the umbrella. For a moment, the two were deadlocked in place!

The next second, a head of white hair fluttered in front of Xiaoji's eyes.

boom--! !

Xiaoji raised his hand in time and punched Jiang Xiaohua head-on. Both of them staggered back several steps.

In this brief gap, a figure in a robe flashed past them like lightning!

Chen Ling held the boning knife in his hand, and a cold light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Gui Daoji. He gathered all his strength in his arms and suddenly spoke:

"What's the use of talking about the clown prince? I can stop a million soldiers with just one sword!!"

The secret method of theatrical art, [Changing the sky with bare hands]!

boom--! ! !

A terrifying aura burst out from Chen Ling, and he struck the ghost's foundation with all his strength. A thunderous explosion immediately echoed throughout the entire temple!

Under Chen Ling's full-strength attack, the foundation of the Ghost Dao was hardly shaken, and there were only a few scratches on the surface. At the same time, a recoil force came from the handle of the knife, causing Chen Ling to spit out a mouthful of blood, and the whole person flew backwards like a cannonball!

As Chen Ling's figure hit the wall of the temple, billowing smoke and dust rose up.

Chen Ling staggered to his feet, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Gui Dao Dao Ji with some shock.

Is this foundation... so hard?

His full-strength attack could only leave a light scratch on its surface, let alone shake it.

Generally speaking, there are probably two ways for the Dusk Society to obtain Dao Foundation fragments... First, directly seize the Dao Foundation secret treasure derived from the Dao Foundation fragments; second, is to obtain the divine Dao owner who has been favored by the gods and forcibly deduct a piece from the divine favor.

Currently, most of the Dao foundation fragments of the Dusk Society were obtained through the second method, but the problem is that except for the special envoys, it is almost impossible for anyone to set foot on the ghost and god path, so this method is impossible to work... As for the Dao foundation secret treasure, Chen Ling has never even seen it since entering the ancient treasure.

Chen Ling also thought about torturing the special envoy to find out the whereabouts of the secret treasure, but in the end, they still have to find a way to save Jian Changsheng's soul, so attacking Daoji by force is their only option at the moment.

But the difficulty of shaking the foundation of Taoism has exceeded Chen Ling's imagination.

Seeing that Chen Ling was unable to shake his Dao foundation, Xiao Ji immediately relaxed a lot. At the same time, he could feel that the Ghost Dao was establishing a connection with him. As the only guardian of the Dao foundation, the entire ancient collection was secretly helping him.

Xiaoji glanced at the ghost at the other end of his chain, which was restrained by the red umbrella. With his confidence collided, he snorted coldly:

"I want to see how powerful this broken umbrella of yours is."

Xiaoji raised his hand and gestured towards the distance.

Next second,

The mighty and surging Styx actually separated into a small tributary, flowing straight in this direction!

Although it was only a small tributary, its scale was like a roaring and surging mighty river. Under the guidance of Xiaoji, or the will of the ghost, this tributary poured down from above the divine pillar and directly submerged the figures of Chen Ling and Jiang Xiaohua!

Since the red umbrella has restrained the ghost he controls, he will directly bring in more ghosts. As chains extend from Xiaoji's body and directly connect to hundreds of ghosts, various Shinto paths alternate wildly on his body!

Xiaoji waved his hand casually, and dense embroidery silk threads swept directly towards Jiang Xiaohua. All things in the world were interwoven in the embroidery silk threads, looking lifelike.

Chen Ling was startled, his gaze piercing through the vast sea of ​​ghosts and landing on the ghost held in Xiaoji's hand...

"...Yao Qing?"