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“Is there a problem with this plot?” The dragon on the side asks curiously. Why does White Saint look so happy when it comes to this play?

“Overall, this is a rather sad plot.” Senior White calmed down.

Why are you so happy, White Saint?

It also felt its brain loop aligned with White Holy. But at a glance, it turns out that Baisheng's brain circuit is long gone.

Monitored screen switches.

Last, the number of testers entering the 'Confucian Golden Lotus World Drama' was the smallest of all the 'dramas’. In a way, they have special luck.

These ‘Big Songs' are walking blindly in the Confucian Golden Lotus world. And the Confucian disciples beside them saluted them.

“Let's get started.” Senior White said.

Sister Bai Long nodded and began the practice.

Confucian Golden Lotus World's drama accelerated.

These ‘Big Songs' were invited to join Confucian ‘parents’ and stand with Confucian ‘parents'.

Around, all Confucian members seem to be waiting for something.

In fact, the ‘Big Songs' in the plot were very curious, wondering what the Confucians were preparing for?

But because White Saint wrote the script, he deleted a lot of things. So, the ‘Big Songs' are still a fog so far, don't know where they are and what they are going to do.

Suddenly, Confucian disciples panicked.

Space fragmentation.

A finger cast of steel, pierced into everyone's eyes.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

In the void, the steel finger stirred gently.

“[Laughs] Who left their mark in this world? Who took my treasure?” A metal voice roaring.

Desperate pressures descend.

When they heard this voice, the ‘supersons' in the trial felt that their souls were all hurt, as if they were going to cut apart their bodies and souls.

“It wasn't me, it wasn't me.” The ‘Big Song' people said loudly in their hearts.

Not me. I didn't. Leave me alone.

At this time, the screaming Confucian parent on the side suddenly reached out and gently pushed a handful of 'dominated songs'.

The Songs panicked.

What is this, pushing them out as scapegoats?

“Sorry, Taoist Song. This incident should not affect you. I'll walk you out.” The Confucian parents spoke out.

“[Laughs] Wanna go? Nobody leaves, you all die.” The metal voice was furious.

Fingers cast by steel, a thrust.

Filthy, evil, horrible power, pressed down from this steel finger - the Nine Phantoms, and the strongest of the Nine Phantoms.

Evil can be manipulated by steel fingers, turned into a storm, and ran to everyone, including the tried ‘Big Songs'.

The power of the Nine Evil Storms is irresistible.

This is already a super-specified force with the power of extinction.

In the face of this storm, the Songs feel nothing but small and humble.

They are not even eligible to act as a 'soft bug' and are strangled directly under this' Nine Ghosts Energy Storm '.

Blood flow is huge!

Their blood and the blood of Confucian disciples dyed the black 'Nine Phantoms Energy Storm' dark red and was carried by the storm, sprinkling the entire space.

But grinding is not the end, and when their ‘bones' lie on the ground, they are subjected to the phagocytosis of the Nine Phantoms. Pain in the bones, soul again.

The triple pain of body, soul, and spirit, together, strikes.

Severe suffering has exceeded the limits of what the 'Big Songs' can afford.

Who the hell is this metal finger?

[Who murdered Xuansheng Song?

[Is this what Xuansheng Song used to experience?

[Has Xuansheng Song ever suffered like this? Being tortured by the Nine Ghosts?

[No wonder Senior Big Song was able to develop drugs and formulas for the Nine Phantoms. He understood the Nine Phantoms and went deep into the bone marrow.

Every ‘Big Song' idea turns into a bullet screen, drifting from the backstage surveillance screen.

From these occasionally bouncing thoughts, it can be seen that the qualifications of this group of 'testers' are indeed the strongest of all testers, they are not a scream and a pain, and when they scream, some thoughts can come to mind.

[Die, really die.

[No one to help me?

[Consciousness begins to blur.

It's over.

These ‘Big Songs' have finally come to an end.

Senior Big Song, did you die once? Died in this Nine Ghosts Energy Storm?

[This is the revenge of the death, so this is why Senior Big Song later became an expert in the 'healing of the Nine Phantoms of Evil Energies'.

Backstage.

Sister Bai Long stretched her paws and grabbed her chin: “I feel that after this wave of drama, the popularity of book navigation in the beast cultivation world is about to rise again. ”

Brain patching is a good thing.

Something unreasonable, with proper brain repair, becomes reasonable.

Even the White Dragon sister who watched the barrage in the background felt brainwashed - Turns out Song Shuhang Xiao friend became an expert on 'curing the nine ghosts can infect’ because he deeply hated the nine ghosts.

[Finally... it's over. Is that what death feels like? How cruel.] This group of ‘Big Song’ has a similar awareness in their hearts.

Is it over?

No, not yet!

A Confucian parent, trembling, stood up, covered in blood, with grief in his eyes.

He reached out and seemed to be doing some sort of spell? Or use some kind of power.

Later, 'time’ in space seemed to be refluxing.

Crushed bones, rotted bones, blood all over the space, all regressed.

The Songs are resurrected and the Confucian disciples are resurrected.

Trial ‘Big Song’ people, squeaky face.

“[Chuckles] Son of a bitch, the resurrection will not save you.” The metal channel.

That finger was brutally snapped up again.

Death storm is back.

Shit, you coming? The Songs suddenly collapsed.

That brutal death has been experienced once, and they don't want to experience it anymore.

Backstage.

Senior Bai nodded, "What could be worse than a tragic death? ”

“It was tragic twice.” The dragon grabbed the answer.

Senior White continued, “What's worse than dying twice? ”

The dragon answered with some uncertainty: "Another tragic death? ”

“No, it's a death cycle.” Sister White Dragon pushed her nose beam gently. Next time she was going to order a pair of flat glasses, the model that True Dragon could use.

The dragon swallowed his saliva and said, "Are they going to die? ”

Senior White's eyes cast into the realm of veterinary repair under the Golden Moon.

When it stops, it depends on the movement of the Nine Ghosts.