"Is there a problem with this plot?" the divine dragon asked curiously. Why did Bai Sheng look so happy when the plot was about to start?
"In short, this is a rather sad plot," Senior White calmly said.
The divine dragon was dumbfounded. Then why does Bai Sheng look so happy?
Earlier, it felt as if its train of thought had matched up with Bai Sheng's. But in the blink of an eye, it discovered that Bai Sheng's train of thought had already skipped off to who knows where.
The monitor screen switched.
The final batch of trial-takers that had entered the world of the golden lotus was the smallest of all the other trial-takers. From a certain perspective, they had a special kind of luck.
This batch of 'Ba Song' walked around the world of the golden lotus in a daze. The scholarly disciples on the side all bowed to them.
"Let's begin," Senior White said.
The White Dragon Sister nodded and began to execute her technique.
The plot of the world of the golden lotus accelerated.
This group of 'Tyrannical Songs' was invited to the side of the 'parents' of the scholarly faction ', and they stood together with them.
All of the surrounding members of the scholarly faction seemed to be waiting for something.
The 'Ba Song' in the plot were actually very curious. They wanted to know what kind of big event the scholarly faction was preparing for.
However, Bai Sheng had edited out many things while writing the script. Thus, the 'Ba Song' were still completely confused. They didn't know where they were or what they were planning to do.
Suddenly, the scholarly disciples began to panic.
Space shattered.
A finger forged from steel pierced through everyone's eyes.
"Aaaaah ~" one of the scholarly parents on the side suddenly screamed, as if it wasn't space that had been pierced by the finger, but his body.
In the air, the steel finger lightly stirred.
"[Furious Laughter], who left their mark on this world? Who stole the treasure that belongs to me? "A metallic voice roared.
A despairing pressure descended.
When they heard this voice, the 'Ba Song' in the trial felt as if their souls were being hurt, as if their bodies and souls were about to be torn apart.
"It wasn't me, I didn't do it," all the 'Ba Song's shouted in their hearts.
It wasn't me. I didn't do it. Don't drag me into this.
At this time, the scholarly patriarch who was screaming miserably suddenly stretched out his hand and lightly pushed the 'Ba Song' away.
Ba Song and the others panicked.
What was this? Were they going to push them out as scapegoats?
"My apologies, Fellow Daoist Ba Song. This incident shouldn't have affected you. I'll send you off, "the scholarly elder said.
"You want to leave? No one can leave. All of you must die, "the metallic voice said angrily.
The steel-forged finger poked out forcefully.
An extremely filthy, evil, and terrifying power pressed down from the metallic finger. It was the evil energy of the Netherworld, and it was the strongest kind of evil energy.
Under the control of the metallic finger, the evil energy transformed into a storm that swept toward everyone, including the 'Ba Song' in the trial.
The power of the storm of evil energy of the Netherworld was simply unstoppable.
This was already a power beyond the norm, and it had the power to destroy the world.
When facing this storm, the 'Ba Song's felt that they were incomparably small and insignificant.
They didn't even have the qualifications to be 'soft bugs', and were directly torn to shreds under the power of the storm of evil energy of the Netherworld.
The amount of blood they lost was tremendous!
Their blood, as well as the blood of the scholarly disciples, dyed the black storm of evil energy of the Netherworld into a dark red color, which was then carried by the storm and sprinkled all over the place.
But being torn to shreds wasn't the end. While their 'corpses' were lying on the ground, they still had to suffer the corrosion of the evil energy of the Netherworld. The pain penetrated their bones and souls.
The pain of the physical body, the soul, and the mind assaulted them at the same time.
The intense pain had already surpassed the limit that the 'Ba Song's' could endure.
[Who is the owner of that metallic finger?]
[Who killed Hegemon BaSong?]
[Could all of this have happened to Hegemon BaSong?]
[Hegemon BaSong had to endure such pain in the past?] [Was he tortured by the evil energy of the Netherworld?]
[No wonder Senior Ba Song was able to research a medicine and formula that could deal with the evil energy of the Netherworld. His understanding of the evil energy of the Netherworld was deep to the bone!]
The thoughts of the 'Ba Song's' would turn into bullet comments that floated across the screen in the background.
From these thoughts that would pop up from time to time, it could be seen that the aptitude of this batch of 'trial takers' was indeed the best among all the other trial takers. They weren't just screaming and screaming in pain. While they were screaming, some thoughts would still emerge in their minds.
[I'm going to die. I'm really going to die.]
[Is there no one coming to save me?]
[My consciousness is starting to blur.]
[It's over.]
The 'Ba Song's' had finally ended their long suffering.
Did Senior Tyrannical Song die once at that time? Did he die from the storm of evil energy of the Netherworld?]
So this is the reason why Senior Tyrannical Song later became an expert in treating the evil energy of the Netherworld's invasion.
Backstage.
The White Dragon Sister stretched out her little claw and scratched her chin, saying, "I feel that after this, Song Shuhang's popularity in the world of beast cultivators is going to rise again."
Imagination was truly a good thing.
Some unreasonable things would become reasonable after the appropriate amount of imagination.
Even White Dragon Sister, who was looking at the bullet comments in the backstage, felt that she had been brainwashed. It turned out that the reason why Song Shuhang's Little Friend became an expert in treating the evil energy of the Netherworld was because he deeply hated the evil energy of the Netherworld!
[Finally … it's completely over. Is this what death feels like? How cruel.] The 'Ba Song's had a similar feeling in their hearts.
Was it over?
No, not yet!
A scholarly patriarch stood up while trembling. His whole body was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of sorrow.
He stretched out his hand, and it seemed that he was using some kind of magical technique? Or perhaps he was using some kind of authority?
Soon after, the 'time' in the space seemed to have reversed.
All the broken bones, rotten bones, and blood in the space returned.
The 'Ba Song's were resurrected. The scholarly disciples were resurrected.
The 'Ba Song's that were undergoing the trial were dumbfounded.
"[Sneer] Bastards, resurrection can't save you," the metallic voice said.
The finger mercilessly stabbed again.
The storm of death rose again.
[F * ck, it's happening again?] The 'Ba Song's were on the verge of collapsing.
They had already experienced that kind of cruel death once, and they didn't want to experience it again!
Backstage.
Senior White nodded, and said, "What is more terrifying than dying tragically?"
"Dying tragically twice," the divine dragon rushed to answer.
Senior White continued to ask, "In that case, what's even scarier than dying twice?"
The divine dragon replied with some uncertainty, "Dying tragically again?"
"No, it's an endless loop." White Dragon Sister lightly pushed up the bridge of her nose. Next time, she was going to order a pair of glasses, a model that a True Dragon could use.
The divine dragon swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said, "Are they going to keep dying?"
Senior White's gaze shifted to the world of beast cultivators under the golden moon.
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