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"Is there any problem with this plot?" asked the dragon on the edge. Why did Bai Sheng look very happy when he arrived at this story?

"Overall, this is a sad story." The white predecessors calmed.

Shenlong looked awkward, why did you look happy with Bai Sheng?

It also felt that his brain circuit and Bai Sheng were right. But in a blink of an eye, it was discovered that Bai Sheng’s brain circuit had long since disappeared.

Monitored screen switching.

In the last batch, the number of trials who entered the ‘Confucian Golden Lotus World Drama’ was the least of all ‘plots’. In a way, they have special luck.

These batches of "battles and songs" are walking in the Confucian Golden Lotus world. The Confucian disciples on the side have prayed to them.

"Get started." White predecessors said.

Sister Bai Long nodded and began to cast spells.

The story of the Confucian Golden Lotus world has accelerated.

These ‘Hege of Songs’ were invited to the ‘parents’ of Confucianism and stood together with the ‘parents’ of Confucianism.

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

The ‘Heba Song’ in the plot is actually very curious. I want to know what big activities Confucians are preparing for?

But because Bai Sheng was writing a script, he changed a lot of things. Therefore, the ‘Heba Song’ people are still confused until now, and they don’t know where they are and what they want to do.

Suddenly, the Confucian disciples panicked.

Space fragmentation.

A finger cast from a steel pierced everyone's eyes.

On the edge of "Ahhh ~~", a Confucian parent suddenly screamed, as if it was not a space, but his body.

In the void, the steel fingers gently stirred.

"[Raughter], who left a mark in this world? Who took away the treasure that belongs to me?" A metal voice is roaring.

Desperate pressure is coming.

When I heard this sound, the ‘Heba Song’ in the trial felt that their souls were hurt, and the body and soul seemed to be cut.

"Not me, not what I did." The ‘Heba Song’ people have a big voice.

Not me, I don't, don't pull me.

At this time, the screaming Confucian parents on the side suddenly reached out and gently pushed a ‘Heba Song’.

The tyrants of the Songs were in a panic.

What is this, do you want to launch them as scapegoats?

"Sorry, the tyrants of Song and Dao. This incident should not affect you. I will send you away." The Confucian parents came out.

"[Angry] wants to go? No one can go, you all have to die." The metal voice angered.

The fingers cast by steel are hard to poke.

The power of filth, evil, and horror is suppressed from this steel finger - this is the nine sinister energy, and it is the strongest level of nine cult.

The fel can be turned into a storm under the control of steel fingers, and it is crushed to everyone, including the trial of the tyrants.

The power of the nine sinister storms cannot be resisted.

This is already the power of over-specification and has the power to destroy the world.

In the face of this storm, the tyrants of the tyrants only felt that they were extremely small and humble.

They didn't even have the qualification to act as a 'soft little bug', but they were smashed directly under this ‘nine sorrowful storm.’

Blood flow is too big!

Their blood and the blood of Confucian disciples dyed the black ‘nine sorrowful storms’ into dark red, which was carried by the storm and filled the space.

But the smashing is not the end. When their ‘body bones’ lay on the ground, they still have to accept the infiltration of ‘nine sorrows.’ Pain into the bones, and into the soul.

The three pains of the flesh, soul, and spirit are coming together.

The violent pain has exceeded the limits that the tyrants can bear.

Who is this metal finger? 】

[Who killed the tyrants? 】

[All this, is it the experience of the Emperor Song Xuansheng? 】

[Ba Song Xuan Sheng, have suffered such pain? Tortured by nine sorcerers? 】

[No wonder the predecessors of the Song Dynasty can study the pharmacy and formula for the ‘9 幽邪邪', and his understanding of ‘九幽邪能’ is deep into the bone marrow. 】

Every ‘Heba’s thoughts will be turned into a barrage, drifting from the monitor screen in the background.

From these thoughts that have been played from time to time, it can be seen that the qualifications of these 'testers' are indeed the strongest among all the trials. They are not blind screams and pains. When they scream, they still have their minds. Some ideas can emerge.

[To die, I really want to die. 】

[Nobody is coming to save me? 】

[The consciousness is beginning to blur. 】

【ended. 】

These batches of 'hegemony' have finally ended their long pains.

[Basic Song predecessors, died at that time? Dead under the storm of nine evil spirits? 】

[This is the revenge of death. It turned out that the predecessors of the tyranny and the Song Dynasty later became the experts of the 'treatment of nine secluded evil spirits' experts. 】

Backstage.

The white dragon sister's small claws stretched out and grabbed his chin. "I feel that after this wave of drama, the popularity of the book in the animal husbandry world will rise again."

Brain supplementation is a good thing.

Some unreasonable things will become reasonable after appropriate brain replacement.

Even the white dragon sister who looked at the barrage in the background felt that she had been brainwashed. Originally, Song Shuhang’s young friend became an expert in the cure of the nine evil spirits, because he deeply hated the nine evil spirits.

[Finally... it’s over. Is this the feeling of death? How cruel. 】 These batches of 'hegemony' have a similar sentiment in their hearts.

ended?

No, not yet!

A Confucian parent stood up in trembling, he was covered in blood, and his eyes were full of sorrow.

He reached out and seemed to be casting spells? Or use some kind of power.

Then, the ‘time’ in the space seems to be going backwards.

The broken bones, the rotten bones and the blood in the entire space all returned.

The patriarchs of the Songs were resurrected and the Confucian disciples were resurrected.

The trial of the tyrants of the tyrants is awkward.

"[Laughter] miscellaneous, resurrection can't save you." The metal voice said.

The finger was cruelly inserted again.

The death storm is back.

[Where, come? 】 The tyrants of the Songs suddenly collapsed.

The cruel way of death has been experienced once, they have no longer want to experience it again.

Backstage.

The white predecessor nodded and said: "What is the terrible thing than the tragic death?"

"It is two deaths." Shenlong replied.

The white predecessors continued to ask: "What is terrible than the tragic death twice? What is it?"

Shenlong replied indefinitely: "Are you dead again?"

"No, it's an infinite loop." White Dragon's sister pushed the nose gently, and next time she was going to order a pair of flat eyes, the model that the dragon can use.

Shenlong swallowed his mouth and said: "They, have to die all the time?"

The eyes of the white predecessors were cast into the beasts of the Golden Moon.

When to stop, you have to look at the action of the ninth sorcerer in the animal husbandry industry.