In the plot of the world of the golden lotus, the metal finger that had crushed Song Shuhang time and time again was also Fatball's Ruler.
Earlier, the 'Liquid Metal Man Script' had accidentally triggered a reaction from the evil energy of the Netherworld in the world of beast cultivators. In that case, would a similar 'World of the Golden Lotus' also trigger a reaction from them?
This time, Senior White was prepared, and he was looking forward to what would happen next.
He felt that Fatball's Ruler was plotting something. She had scattered so many fragments of the fake Divine Weapon in the world of beast cultivators, and it was definitely not as simple as increasing the population of the demons of the Netherworld.
With so many fragments of fake Divine Weapons and treasures scattered in every corner of the world of beast cultivators, he felt that it was the prelude to some kind of ritual.
Perhaps the fact that the Liquid Metal Man Script had triggered a reaction from the evil energy of the Netherworld in these fragments of fake Divine Weapon had satisfied a certain part of the ritual?
Let's wait and see!
Senior White's eyes were fixed on the monitor screen.
* * * * *
In the plot of the world of the golden lotus.
All the 'Ba Song's had been resurrected with dumbfounded looks on their faces. They had never expected that there would be such a thing as resurrecting on the spot.
But the problem was that the metal finger that had been inserted in that space was still there, and that big shot hadn't left yet.
Just as that big shot had said … resurrection wouldn't be able to save 'Ba Song'.
A storm of evil energy of the Netherworld rose once again.
The wind of death blew over once more.
In the plot of the world of the golden lotus, the 'Ba Song's had their flesh and blood separated, and their bones were corroded by the evil energy of the Netherworld.
It was the same recipe, the same taste, and the same pain.
All the 'Ba Song's' died 'in despair once more.
In the real world, they didn't even have the strength to scream, and could only let out weak groans.
[It's finally going to end this time, right?]
[Resurrection is the last resort of cultivators. In particular, resurrection on the spot like this is extremely precious. Now, even if we can resurrect again, we'll need some time, right?]
[Let me sleep for a while this time. I might sleep for a long time.]
Similar thoughts emerged in the minds of all the 'Ba Song's'.
But just as they were about to relax like wounded beasts, licking their wounds in the corner and recuperating …
That tenacious scholarly 'patriarch' stood up once more, trembling. His head was lowered, and his entire body exuded an aura of sorrow.
The souls of the 'Ba Song' were also trembling.
Brother, can't we call you brother?
We can't even call you dad.
Would you mind not standing up?
You are standing and we are lying down. It is very stressful.
The grief-stricken Confucian 'patriarch' waved his hand, and that ability that was unknown whether it was a spell or a power of authority was activated once more.
Ba Song, who had just fallen to the ground and was about to rest for a while, revived on the spot.
As soon as they revived, Ba Song cried.
They ran as fast as they could, preparing to escape from this world.
But how could his legs outrun the spells of the ruler of the Netherworld?
The brutal storm of dark energy swept over again, bringing death with it.
Ba Song and the others changed their positions and once again experienced the taste of death.
The same way of death, the same pain.
As the saying goes, unfamiliar the first time, familiar the second time.
But this was already the third time, and they still couldn't get used to the pain that exceeded the limits of their minds, bodies, and souls.
[It's already the third time. Nothing goes wrong more than three times. This time, it should be over, right?]
Could these experiences be Senior Tyrannical Song's personal experiences back then? If that's the case, how many times did Senior Tyrannical Song die?]
While the 'Tyrannical Song's' were screaming and thinking, the scholarly 'family head' trembled and stood up again.
The hearts of the 'Ba Song's' trembled again.
Whose holy knight was this? Did he know how to heal people? Did he know how to resurrect?
The resurrection spell was crying.
Couldn't he wait for that metal finger to leave before resurrecting our units?
But in reality, 'resurrection' didn't have an option to accept or reject.
Even if they didn't want to, they were still resurrected.
Perhaps they had died too many times in a row.
Some of the 'Ba Song's' began to hallucinate.
They saw the huge statue of the 'God of War' of the beast cultivator world floating in the air, smiling benevolently at all living beings.
The God of War of the beast cultivator world was a very ancient Immortal of the Beast God Realm. He had created many cultivation techniques suitable for beast cultivators, and he had once unified the beast cultivator world.
Therefore, the current beast cultivator world considered him the common ancestor of beast cultivators.
The statue of the God of War faced the living beings and spoke in a gentle voice, "Do you desire power?"
This voice was illusory and ethereal. It seemed to be near yet far, male yet female, old yet young, and it sounded extremely strange. But this voice carried a hint of temptation, and as soon as they heard it, their hearts would be moved.
[No, I desire death. Just let me die for a while, the kind that won't resurrect for the time being.]
[I desire warmth.]
[I desire love.]
[I desire world peace.]
The 'Ba Song's' had long been tormented by the resurrection, and apart from the word 'dead', there was only 'dead' in their minds.
At this time, they desired all kinds of things, and some even desired death. But not a single one of them desired power.
… In addition, the matter of the 'evil energy of the Netherworld' had become so big in the beast cultivator world.
All the beast cultivators who had entered the 'trial on the Holy Mount of Gar' knew the process of being infected by the evil energy of the Netherworld.
All the trial takers were very sensitive to the question 'do you desire power?'.
Even if they were unconscious, they would instinctively avoid this question and not answer it directly.
… …
… …
The replies of the 'Ba Song's appeared on the screen through the bullet screen.
"Here it comes!" Senior White said with a smile.
There was no doubt that these special replies were the result of the trial takers being affected by the fragments of the fake godly weapons and the evil energy of the Netherworld in the beast cultivator world.
However, the world of the golden moon in the 'trial on the Holy Mount of Gar' was a special space.
Even the Inner World of Song Shuhang had been temporarily blocked.
Therefore, the evil energy of the Netherworld couldn't penetrate the golden moon. It could only transmit some weak mental influence over a long distance.
"You can end the plot of the trial now," Senior White said. She had already obtained the result she wanted.
The White Dragon Sister tapped the air with her little claw and replied, "Got it."
The divine dragon secretly heaved a sigh of relief.
It felt that if it continued to 'die', all the trial takers in the script would go crazy.
Following the actions of the White Dragon Sister, the script of the world of the golden lotus of the scholarly faction finally entered the final stage.
The endless loop had been broken.
At the same time, just as the world of the 'world of the golden lotus' was about to close, Senior White took out a 'disposable flying sword'.
It was a flying sword made from a small branch of Song Shuhang's.
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