"Senior White!" Song Shuhang said anxiously.
He remembered something – on his life-bound whale core, Senior White Two had filled it with nine dragon patterns. The ninth dragon pattern reflected one's' true self '.
When everyone stared at the ninth dragon pattern, they could see their true selves.
But when Senior White looked at the ninth dragon pattern, what she saw was a portrait.
Could it be that Senior White's main body is a portrait that has come to life? This seed of doubt was buried in the depths of Song Shuhang's heart.
After all, in this era where stones, banknotes, and all sorts of other things could become spirits, it wasn't impossible for a painting to become a spirit.
If Senior White continued to use the 'time reversal', what would he become?
Would he really become an embryo?
Or a portrait?
Just as Song Shuhang's voice fell, Senior White's figure froze. The vortex behind Senior White was still spinning, but Senior White's figure was frozen in the two-year-old 'Little White' state.
At the same time, an illusory river of stars appeared behind him.
The 'vortex' of time reversal spun faster and faster, and the illusory river of stars behind Senior White became more and more terrifying.
The river of stars had no end, and it was unknown where it came from or where it was going.
Although it was said to be a river of stars, if one looked carefully, they would find that it wasn't a river of stars, but something that couldn't be described with words. It contained virtue and luck, and it looked like a river of time, or a river of fate.
"What is this?" Song Shuhang asked subconsciously.
"What the hell is this?" The liquid metal ball also said. It was clearly just a 'time reversal' skill that targeted individuals. Logically speaking, with his authority as the ruler of the Netherworld, the consumption should be very small. But now, the ball of liquid metal felt that the evil energy of the Netherworld in its body had collapsed like a dam, and was surging out.
Did I reverse a terrifying thing? The ball of liquid metal immediately stopped using the 'time reversal' ability.
Eh? Even the ruler of the Netherworld didn't recognize this thing? Song Shuhang was puzzled.
Little White, who had shrunk to the size of a two-year-old, lowered its head and remained motionless. His white shirt hung loosely on his body. Since the liquid metal ball's' Time Reversal 'was limited to Senior White's body and didn't include anything else, this set of clothes was not affected.
Song Shuhang's first thought was to take out his phone and take a picture of him. However, it was just a thought. Now that he was facing the liquid metal ball, he was about to lose his life. How could he possibly have the chance to take a picture? He wasn't Fairy Cheng Lin, who wanted to take a beautiful set of photos of himself before he died.
While she was deep in thought, behind Senior White, a ripple appeared in the river of time or fate. In the next moment, a huge hand made of smoke reached out from the river.
The liquid metal ball's eyes became dignified. This smoke-like hand gave it a sense of crisis that it hadn't felt in a long time. Apart from the other ruler of the Netherworld, White, this was the first existence that made its main body feel a sense of crisis since it was born.
Song Shuhang felt his body become heavy, and all the cells in his body were conveying a sense of unease to him.
Song Shuhang smiled bitterly, and said, "Boss Fatball, you seem to have gone too far."
The liquid metal ball said, "Before I go too far, I will definitely kill you first. I can pinch you with just one toe."
It couldn't afford to provoke it.
After the big smoke-like hand reached out, it gently enveloped Senior White, protecting her. At the same time, under the suppression of the big smoke-like hand, the vortex that was causing Senior White to continuously 'reverse time' was absorbed into the river behind Senior White.
Senior White seemed safe and sound, and even the 'Time Reversal' was fused.
But there was a problem. Song Shuhang … happened to be outside the protection range of the big smoke-like hand.
Song Shuhang suddenly had a bad feeling.
The liquid metal ball looked at Song Shuhang. "Forget about this damn thing, I'll get rid of you first."
Song Shuhang said, "In fact, I'm just a clone right now. Do you believe it? "Song Shuhang said.
He had a lot of treasures on him, but none of them could fight against the liquid metal ball head-on.
Apart from Senior White, who had become strange … the only hope left was that 'Senior White Two' could sense the abnormality and come to the liquid metal ball's nest.
But this time, the liquid metal ball didn't continue to talk nonsense with Song Shuhang.
Previously, it had just said a few words, and Song Shuhang had escaped through the mouth of the giant turtle of disaster.
What if something changed again?
While it was speaking, Xuan Nu Sect's Skylark, who was possessed by Fatball, retreated and escaped. Skylark's old body and the bone of eternity hidden in it were too important to the liquid metal ball, and it couldn't afford to lose them.
Immediately afterward, the liquid metal ball looked at Song Shuhang, and shouted, "Come!"
Song Shuhang's body was no longer under his control, and he was pulled toward the liquid metal ball.
At this time, the hand of smoke that was protecting Senior White suddenly stretched out a finger and hooked it toward Song Shuhang, trying to grab him.
"Bang ~"
The hand of smoke brushed past Song Shuhang's back, making the sound of metal colliding and sending sparks everywhere.
The finger was a step too late, and Song Shuhang was pulled in front of the liquid metal ball.
A pair of big metal hands emerged from the liquid metal ball and grabbed Song Shuhang. Then, it opened a spatial gate and entered it.
Before closing the spatial gate, the liquid metal ball said gravely to Senior White, who was shrouded by the hand of smoke, "Die!"
As soon as the word 'die' was uttered, the power of the entire Netherworld Realm was mobilized, turning into a huge curse that descended in front of Senior White.
The ruler of the Netherworld used the power of the Netherworld to launch an instant death curse on a living creature.
Even the ball of liquid metal could only use this curse once a year.
Immediately afterward, regardless of the result, the liquid metal ball closed the spatial gate and appeared on another continent of the Netherworld Realm with Song Shuhang.
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"No more wasting time, let me see your memories." The liquid metal ball decided to use the most violent method to forcibly read Song Shuhang's memories.
It didn't want to use this method at first. When forcibly reading a person's memories, they would sometimes be very messy, and sometimes even cause the memories to shatter. This was related to the part of its body that had been swallowed by the Scholarly Sage, so it needed to get accurate information.
But now, it had no other choice.
At worst, it could just sort out its memories after reading them.
A tube extended from the surface of the ball of liquid metal, heading toward Song Shuhang's forehead.
The strange thing was that Song Shuhang didn't resist in the slightest.
He blankly maintained his stiff posture, letting the needle stab his head.
"Whoosh ~"
The needle pierced Song Shuhang's head, issuing a strange sound.
The liquid metal ball slightly furrowed its brows, and swung its metallic hands, sending Song Shuhang flying.
Song Shuhang's body was sent flying, and fell to the ground.
"Crack ~"
Song Shuhang's body shattered, turning into a mass of smoke.
It was made of the same material as the hand of smoke that had stretched out from the river of time and fate behind Senior White.
A lot of things fell from Song Shuhang's body.
His clothes, wallet, mobile phone, spatial bracelet, size-reducing purse, Heaven and Earth Worshipping Brush, and a cetacean monster core that was still beating.
After everything fell off, Song Shuhang, who was purely made of smoke, stood up.
[Is it because he touched the smoke hand just now?] The liquid metal ball guessed.
"Wuuuu ~" The smoke Song Shuhang let out a strange cry and pounced toward the liquid metal ball.
"Although you are made of the same smoke, your strength is far inferior to that pair of hands, kid," the liquid metal ball said coldly. It swung its steel hands and slapped Song Shuhang's body.
"Crack ~"
Song Shuhang was smashed to pieces.
But in the next moment, the smoke-like Song Shuhang reformed behind the liquid metal ball. He stretched out his ten fingers and madly scratched at the liquid metal ball's body.
Flames burst out, but with his attack power, he couldn't even scratch the liquid metal ball's skin.
But the smoke-like Song Shuhang didn't have any rationality. Like a wild beast, he continuously attacked the liquid metal ball.
The liquid metal ball was annoyed, and countless spikes fiercely pierced out of its body.
Song Shuhang was pierced by the spikes, and he turned back into smoke, fleeing to the side.
"Devour!" A large megaphone condensed on the liquid metal ball's body, and it madly sucked at Song Shuhang.
The smoke-like Song Shuhang couldn't dodge in time, and he was absorbed into the megaphone.
The liquid metal ball smacked its lips. "What a bitter taste. What is this thing?"
While it was speaking, a plume of smoke came out of the mouth that it had evolved, and condensed into the appearance of Song Shuhang again.
Even with the liquid metal ball's strength, it was unexpectedly unable to digest this smoke.
In the surroundings, a large amount of evil energy of the Netherworld condensed and swept towards Song Shuhang.
At the same time, the liquid metal ball made a sealing gesture with both hands. "Seal!"
The liquid metal ball was very good at sealing techniques, and it had once used its sealing technique to trap White Two. Unfortunately, after White Two was sealed in the world of the black lotus, it unexpectedly took over the world of the black lotus, and changed the ownership of the world of the black lotus to itself.
The liquid metal ball had finally succeeded in its plot, but it had suffered a double loss. That was the biggest loss it had suffered since its birth.
The evil energy of the Netherworld condensed into an icicle, sealing the smoke-like Song Shuhang within it.
At this moment, the monstrous Song Shuhang was finally unable to move.
"What exactly is this smoke made of? Appraise! " The liquid metal ball stretched out its hand and pressed it on the icicle, using its' ruler of the Netherworld 'authority to analyze and appraise the composition of the monstrous Song Shuhang.
Soon, information about the composition of the smoke appeared in the liquid metal ball's mind.
In a sense, this smoke had the property of 'immortality'. It could turn into infinitely small particles in an instant and avoid all physical attacks. It could also continuously devour energy that could be absorbed and self-proliferate.
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