aircannonsinc Chapter 392
Chapter 392
Emperor Jun called Kunpeng and a group of demon saints.
He pointed at the scene of Minghe filming the return of Shura and shouted.
"Look, he is also starting to catch the heat."
"If we want to seize the sainthood, we must imitate."
"It is said that brainstorming should be done together. Tell us what you think."
After thinking for a moment, Bai Ze spoke first.
"Singing and dancing is the track of Western groups, and this kind of cool drama is the track created by Minghe."
"Imitation is fine, but it certainly cannot be a one-to-one reproduction."
"According to my humble opinion, singing and dancing still have limitations. It is better to start with short dramas."
Emperor Jun nodded slightly, his expression slightly eased, and said softly.
"Yes, my idea is to use short dramas to find hot spots, but where are these hot spots?"
Kunpeng's eyes lit up and he said directly.
"Your Majesty, isn't our court the best hot spot?"
"Who doesn't want to see the scene in the court?"
Bai Ze continued.
"But we have filmed a funny court TV series before."
"Now, rehashing old stuff probably won't be very popular."
Kunpeng waved his hand and said bluntly.
"Then do the opposite, make something serious and shocking."
Di Jun pondered the suggestions of the two demon saints.
With a gleam in his eyes, he chuckled.
"Not bad, it is indeed not bad."
"You will come up with a script, and be quick!"
The demon saints were discussing fiercely in the hall.
Only the demon saint Chitie stood there in confusion.
Seeing this, Di Jun coughed twice.
He sent Chitie to watch the door directly.
Anyway, when the actors are needed for the performance later, they can be called back.
Not long after, after brainstorming.
The new script fell in front of Di Jun.
He took a closer look, and a satisfied smile gradually appeared on his face.
Very good, very good.
"You are indeed the backbone of our heaven, OK, OK."
"Kunpeng, take your positions and prepare to shoot."
Bai Ze also gave a warning before shooting.
"Your Majesty, this plot is very good, but it is a test of your Majesty's acting skills."
I saw Di Jun wave his hand and said confidently.
"Don't worry, I have also filmed movies, and I will definitely be able to shoot it in one shot."
Not long after, the scene was set up.
Many demon saints and demon gods stood in the hall trembling with fear.
Di Jun was in a high position, with a tired look on his face, and said angrily.
"There are nine demon saints in the dynasty, and I have to dismiss seven of them."
"There are hundreds of demon gods, and I have to dismiss 147 of them."
"Look at these people, who is not a loyal minister, who is not an old minister of heaven."
"Who is not a brother who accompanied me to fight out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood!"
Bai Ze, who was in charge of shooting not far away, smiled.
Good, good, good, your Majesty's acting skills are really good.
This momentum, this emotion.
It was so well-crafted.
At the same time, the feedback from the audience in the live broadcast room was also gratifying.
"Damn, such a strong sense of oppression, worthy of being the emperor of heaven."
"Of course, he is a fierce man who fought in the war between the lich and the witch."
"He is a saint, and he is the best in terms of pressure."
"This plot is so strong, is it going to be a one-shot shot, without any pauses."
Emperor Jun was still immersed in the play at this moment.
He swept his disappointed eyes over the high-level officials of the heaven, sighing.
Angry at their lack of struggle and sad at their misfortune!
Taking a deep breath, he continued.
"They are rotten, my heart is broken, I have made the country like this, I wish I could depose myself!"
Emperor Jun's cold and angry eyes fell on the standing person again, roaring.
"You are all so high-sounding, but are you really that clean!"
"I advise you to take out your hearts and expose them to the sun, and pick them up."
"When the Demon Court was first established, I thought the enemy was the witch clan, and when I got it from the heaven, I thought the enemy was the parallel prehistoric world."
"Now I can see clearly that the great trouble of the heaven is in this Lingxiao Palace, right next to you."
"If you are all rotten, all parts of the prehistoric world will rise up, and the Demon Court will be gone!"
...
In an instant, with the performance of Di Jun.
The number of viewers in the live broadcast room soared.
Bai Ze's eyes were filled with joy.
The number of votes increased even more.
They are already on par with the Western Heaven Group and the Styx Cool Drama.
Sometimes they can even temporarily rank first, which can be said to be a fierce momentum.
Soon, Di Jiang, who learned of the actions of the Demon Court, was also angry.
He slammed the table and shouted.
"Why can the Demon Court be filmed, so popular, and have these votes?"
Zhu Jiuyin, the only hope of the Wu clan, is about to fall out of the top five.
Di Jiang has only one obsession in his heart.
The Wu clan can't get the holy position, and the demon clan can't get it either.
VotesIt must be higher than the demon clan.
It doesn't matter whether you get the sainthood or not.
Dijiang quickly summoned the top leaders of the underworld to hold a small meeting for major events.
"Western group, Styx drama, demon court, we have to keep up with the heat."
"Otherwise, there is really no room for turning over."
Ten brainless witches are definitely not worth counting on.
Fortunately, the underworld recruited the entire prehistoric world at the beginning.
Those who came from the bottom of the prehistoric world have unique insights.
The demon court is in the court, we also play the monarch and the minister, but we don't play that kind of emperor's mind.
It's just a simple and crude one.
Dijiang stared at the script in his hand and clapped his hands with a smile.
"Okay, let's do this, scare those mixed-haired birds to death."
"Come on, come on, go down and prepare, come on, come on."
With his urging, a group of ministers stood outside the hall soon.
Zhu Jiuyin, the protagonist, had a cold look on his face.
Suddenly, a ancestor witch who played the role of a eunuch shouted in a shrill voice.
"Send the governor of the underworld, Prince Zhu Jiuyin, and the deputy governor, Prince Zhurong, to the court to answer!"
Ancestor witch Gonggong stepped forward and encouraged with a smile.
"Zhu Jiuyin, Zhurong, we all crawled out of the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, so don't lose face!"
Ancestor witch Qiangliang also echoed.
"Yes, yes, yes, be more energetic!"
Zhurong staggered and walked towards the hall with a disdainful expression.
Zhu Jiuyin directly shook his sleeves and shouted.
"Tom!"
Watching the two men walk into the hall aggressively.
The witches present couldn't help but give a thumbs up and praise.
"Good, good, good job!"
Zhu Jiuyin stepped into the hall and roared directly.
"Di Jiang, I'm here (silenced), you are a prince, a dismissed official of the same rank, what right do you have to show off here!"
Instantly, the audience in the live broadcast room was boiling.
"You can scold the saint to such an extent, awesome."
"Too awesome, too powerful, I have to vote."
"I've never seen anything so exciting, too fierce, awesome."
The four forces hyped up the popularity and canvassed for votes.
The number of votes increased sharply in an instant, and they took turns to sit on the top of the list.
Minghe, Kunpeng, Zhu Jiuyin, and Ran Deng.
It seems that they have become the contestants with the most hope of winning the sainthood.
Xing Tian smelled the smell and went straight to the chat room.
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