After I die, I rely on the merits of the live broadcast room to continue my life

Chapter 256 God-Creating Project
God-making plan.

How could God be created?

When Nan Xing found out yesterday, she wanted to laugh. Her immortal being is not a god. They still want to create gods because they think the world is not being destroyed fast enough and the human race is not being exterminated fast enough.

What was finally created is unknown.

God...hehe.

No one in this world can be called God, no one can.

She can possess many abilities, and her potential is endless, so she can perceive some rules. Everything has a price. God has given her such abilities, but it does not mean that she can do whatever she wants.

Killing innocent people indiscriminately and creating cause and effect, she knew that she would definitely become a real dead person.

As for creating gods, this is impossible. A group of people with polluted hearts cannot create gods, they will only create some terrible things.

Circles of people surrounded the center of the stage, many of them taking pictures with their phones.

Countless cameras glanced at people, and many smiling faces were displayed on the big screen. Many people looked at the screen. When the camera passed by them, they immediately recorded it with their mobile phones, took photos, etc.

Nanxing looked at her phone and saw that it was almost seven o'clock.

As waves of air erupted from the stage, people began to cheer "Wang Xi" "Wang Xi".

"Hello friends, I am Wang Xi."

Wang Xi appeared in the center of the stage. He was wearing an antique silver-white robe. He had arrived on the stage at some point. His voice reached everyone's ears, causing bursts of screams.

Wang Xi’s exquisite facial features are projected on the big screen through the lens.

Every fan is excited.

Nan Xing clicked his ears. Wang Xi had changed so much. Comparing him now with his past, it was impossible for even his mother to recognize him. But all the fans and even everyone were as if they were blind.

The aura on his body is very strange. It looks pure and flawless, but there are ink spots in it. He is very fragrant, a fragrance full of rich spiritual energy, but there is also a bit of stench in it.

Clean and dirty, fragrant and smelly are all on him.

"Next, I will sing a song for everyone as the opening of this concert. The name of this song is 'Buddha Says'."

Wang Xi walked around the stage with a smile. He would let everyone see this miracle. This was the day he became famous.

The whole place started to quiet down.

Wang Xi took the topic and closed his eyes gently. His beautiful face was on the big screen, and countless fans admired him.

When the first syllable sounded, the whole audience closed their eyes and enjoyed this spiritual cleansing. They felt purified while listening to the song. This listening scene must be unforgettable.

People sat on their seats, swaying gently like seaweed.

Their faith poured into Wang Xi continuously.

Let Wang Xi's body be coated with a layer of light golden light, like a divine messenger.

He lowered his god-like eyes of compassion for the world and sang in a low voice: "Buddha said, Buddha said to love him and respect him - ba ba ba -"

As the harmony approached its climax, Wang Xi's voice suddenly became harsh, and the peace was shattered in an instant. Everyone opened their eyes and looked at the stage in confusion.

As if Wang Xi didn't know yet, he was still chanting loudly with his eyes closed. He raised his hand slightly, letting his robe dance gently. He raised his chin to reveal his most perfect face in the camera.Fans were all puzzled as to why it was so harsh all of a sudden, but Wang Xi didn't notice.

As soon as one song ends, the next one begins.

When the prelude started playing, fans were immediately immersed in the nature-like sound, swaying gently like seaweed, immersing themselves in the music and enjoying the moment.

But when faced with the climax of the song again, "Zhi Zhi Zhi——", people showed signs of pain and frowned and looked at the stage blankly.

Wang Xi closed his eyes and sang, not noticing at all. As the climax of the song passed, his tone was like the sound of nature, and fans were soon immersed in it again.

As he sang one song after another, Wang Xi occasionally opened his eyes and saw the intoxicated looks on his fans' faces. He felt a surge of strength in his body, but he always felt that he was still a little short of a breakthrough.

The golden light on his body flickered on and off, and as the number of incidents increased, it became difficult for people present to get involved.

"Is there a light bulb installed on Wang Xi? Why does it turn on and off for a while?"

"Have you noticed that when he sings badly, the light on his body disappears? What's going on?"

"I don't know why, I feel so cold. It's only been more than an hour since I started? I can't hold on anymore."

As people become less and less engaged, they become more vocal.

Wang Xi's weird reaction was noticed by them, and they felt that Wang Xi was a bit eerie.

And the amount of time he sang unpleasantly became more and more...

The audience in the audience already looked at each other in shock.

When Wang Xi found out, he couldn't hide his embarrassment. He waved his hand with a cold face, the camera went out, and his cold expression disappeared from the big screen.

When people looked again, Wang Xi was no longer on the stage.

Nan Yu yawned: "Sister, how long will it take for this to end? Listening to him sing is really torture."

These viewers can still feel that it sounds a little bit good, but for her, it sounds awful from beginning to end. It's so harsh that it gives her a headache and makes her want to go on a killing spree.

Nan Yu felt that her restraint was much stronger. The thought of killing just went through her mind. She wanted to kill people all the time, but there was a layer of shackles in her heart. She was always vigilant not to kill people.

Nan Xing squeezed her palm to comfort her: "Don't worry, it will be soon."

The fun is about to begin.

Wang Xi laid the groundwork for almost two hours. Regardless of whether the time was right or not, they were about to take the next step.

Wang Xi returned to the backstage. His face was pale and there were beads of sweat. He gritted his teeth and asked, "What on earth is going on? Why do they look at me like that?"

Behind the scenes, there are several figures with the greatest say in Xuanmen.

There was Mr. Zhong, the leader of the Xia Guoxuan tribe, Mr. Huang, the leader of the Tianming Society, and Master Qingyue, the leader of the Buddhist sect. They took their countless elites and took their seats according to the directions. At this time, everyone's expressions were not very good.

Several people opened their eyes, and they looked a little confused. How could it not succeed?
Looking at the anxious Wang Xi, Tianminghui Huang Lao said: "Don't be anxious, wait for us to figure out what went wrong."

The plan to create a god is going very smoothly. Wang Xi has been washed away from his mortal bones. Today is the day when he becomes a god. How can it not succeed?

Wang Xi's current anxious look and distracting thoughts have made his clean body covered with a lot of dirt, and this invisible dirt will make his body muddy and his divine bones will become darker and darker. If this continues, the God-creation plan will really fail.