I'm not a drama god

As the photographer coldly uttered the word "Xi", Xijie's aura burst out without reservation!

In a world full of noise, invisible frames appeared out of thin air, like nested rings locking Chen Ling's figure inside!

At this moment, Chen Ling was locked in a photo, and then the second photo took the first photo, and the third photo took the second photo...

It's like two mirrors standing in parallel, and the overlapping images will extend into an endless identical world... It's also like using one photo to take another photo of the same content. Countless photos are nested in each other, and eventually the original picture collapses into a tiny point, locked in the deepest part of endless photos.

Thousands of photos were superimposed at the same moment, pushing Chen Ling's figure into the deepest part of the world!

Chen Ling did not struggle, allowing her body to fall in the photo world. Instead, she carefully observed how this field unfolded, as if thinking about something.

"Expanding the field through gesture framing... I don't know if my field is of this type?"

As he fell, he made a "photo" gesture with his hands in the air, but there was no change in his body... It was obvious that this was not the "key" to open his domain.

However, looking at other people's fields is indeed a shortcut. What if you can find inspiration from them and find a way to open up your own field? It is always better than guessing on your own.

As Chen Ling fell, pictures suddenly appeared amid the surrounding noise!

The photos were similar in style, and were basically landscape photos. The first one was a picture of a green train running towards them against the backdrop of Mount Fuji. As the atmosphere of the field became increasingly strong, the green train actually rushed out of the flat photo for the first time and crashed into Chen Ling's body with a roar!

"In this realm, will all the 'images' that were once captured by the camera be reproduced in a concrete form?"

Chen Ling raised her eyebrows in surprise, turned over like a fluttering butterfly to avoid the impact of the train, and muttered to herself.

boom--! !

In another photo, an active volcano erupted with a loud bang, and surging lava rushed out from below, almost submerging Chen Ling's body.

Before Chen Ling could stand firmly, another missile was shot out from the well behind him, almost brushing past his body and colliding with the green train that was driving away. A strong flame instantly bloomed like the scorching sun!

"Functionally, this field is quite powerful... If, after reaching a higher rank, it can also recreate the 'people' it has filmed before, it would be quite a feat."

Today, Chen Ling is like a master connoisseur who is at ease. She uses all her strength in the field of others while making comments and trying to find some inspiration from them.

outside the field.

The photographer looked at Chen Ling who was knocked to the end of the world and struggling there, and his heart finally settled down.

"I told you, don't worry so much." He snorted coldly, "The knife just now should have some kind of price, or there is a strict limit on the number of times it can be used... After that knife, his strength is actually quite average."

"Don't delay, kill him as soon as possible." The white man next to him gritted his teeth and said.

"You don't need to teach me how to do things."

The photographer glanced at him with disdain and pushed the field to the extreme.

Hundreds of photos appeared around Chen Ling, and all the images stored in them were madly visualized: surging flames, speeding high-speed trains, roaring airplanes, instantaneous explosions... countless means of killing, like a mighty wave that completely submerged it!

Chen Ling fell into the deepest part of the photo world. Countless lights and shadows intertwined in his pupils. He spoke calmly:

"This area has basically been explored..."

"It's time to try that."

In the midst of the devastating sea of ​​fire, he switched the boning knife to his left hand, reached into his bosom with his right hand, and pulled out a pitch-black pistol...

The pistol was taken from all the armed men when he killed them instantly just now, and now, this pistol is Chen Ling's key... except that it is the key to another treasure trove.

Chen Ling raised the pitch-black muzzle of the gun and pointed it at the thousands of photo frames nested together in the sky, seemingly endless...

Chen Ling opened her lips slightly and uttered three words slowly:

"——【Inquisition】."

sieve--!!

The moment the words were spoken, the surging sea of ​​fire around Chen Ling instantly extinguished!

A field extended from under Chen Ling's feet, tearing apart all the photo frames above her head. In front of this field, the photographer's [Universal Framing] was like an immature toy, being wantonly ravaged and deformed!

puff!

The photographer suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and his face turned pale as paper!

"What's going on?!" The white man looked at the crumbling photo world and said in horror, "Another aura of the domain? Can't you suppress it?!"

"Pressure? Damn it, come and try pressing it!!"

The photographer cursed loudly, his eyes fixed on the distance, "What kind of field is this?"

The photos all over the sky were torn into pieces, and a figure holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other slowly walked out from among them.

His appearance seemed to burn a big hole in this photo world, and the sky full of noise around him was madly receding... The original black and white world fell apart, and at the same time, huge pillars rose from the marble floor!

The original territory is collapsing, and the new territory takes over the battlefield!

"Fuck!"

The white man realized that something was wrong and flew away without hesitation. His strength and speed were so great that he flew very far away in an instant!

But the next moment, a table appeared out of thin air in front of his eyes, and then a wooden fence came flying from the west, locking him behind the table like a cage, trapping him in place!

The white man was startled, and before he could make any move, he and the table disappeared in an instant. When he reappeared, he returned to the center of the huge pillars!

On the surface of the table, a black sign slowly appeared:

--【defendant】.

Not only him, the photographer was also trapped in a dock. The two looked around Xi Zhou in astonishment and found that they had been imprisoned in a black courtroom without knowing when!

And at this moment, in front of them, a tall table rose from the ground, like a throne of justice, sacred and extremely oppressive!

Behind the presiding judge's desk, a figure walked out slowly, holding a knife in one hand and a gun in the other.

Chen Ling stood behind a towering table, overlooking the two "defendants" in the court. In a mysterious way, the power to judge everything had already gathered in his hands... In this realm, he was the master of judgment!

"Is this... what the [Tribunal] really looks like?" Chen Ling muttered to himself.