Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Instead, Gu Qingshan looked at the flowers and found himself rolling from the sky into a large hall.

He stood up and looked around carefully.

Yes, it's a typical ancient building.

On both sides of the hall are two rows of character sculptures, each of which is an ancient monk with a different divine posture.

The ten ancient monks are different, and the only thing that is the same is that they all have a long sword.

“Ancient sword repair.” Gu Qingshan muttered.

These sculptures saw people, turned their heads together and looked at Qingshan.

“Sir, can't you wait to see me?” A sculpture drinks.

Gu Qingshan laughed and walked for a gift, looking deep into the hall.

Right in front of the hall, serving a god.

Gu Qingshan walked to the statue of the Spirit and looked carefully.

This is a golden nail god with a mountain peak in his left hand and a strange long sword in his right hand.

Gu Qingshan's gaze stood on the sword.

Long sword through body black, five deep marks evenly distributed across the sword body, giving the feeling of palpitations.

- It's a godprint.

The divine pattern is more advanced than the script, it incidentally captures the creation of heaven and earth, and with a light scratch, its power can drive the transformation of heaven and earth.

Gu Qingshan looked carefully and looked back at the statue.

A whole five-person wall with an image painted in dark ink.

Gu Qingshan glanced at the mural paintings about the heroic work of the ancient monks, led by spirits, who fought against demons.

The god who helped the monks against the demons was the god on the throne.

At the end of each mural, none of them ended with a monk sacrificing himself and defeating the demon.

Look closely, those ancient monks are exactly what ten sculptures look like in the hall.

Ten ancient monks, ten mighty and heroic sacrifices, only for the continuation of the people.

Truly admirable.

Hundred Flowers Fairies have always respected such people. No wonder they ordered themselves to be careful and not be rude.

I'm afraid she did the same for herself.

Right in the middle of all the murals, drawing a one-eyed monster, stepping on a black cloud, grabbing a pool with his hand and sending it to his mouth.

Around the monster, ten ancient swordsmen were cultivated under the leadership of the gods and surrounded it in groups.

Each sword repair is full of weight, holding a long sword in one hand and a strange trick in the other, pointing to the monster.

Look at this scene, they're trying to seal off the monster.

This painting occupies the largest area and is surrounded by mythical lines.

Normally, all these mysteries are also used to block monsters.

Gu Qingshan looked at the monster.

The monster seemed to feel something. One eye turned and stared dead at Gu Qingshan.

“Looks like it's sealed in a mural.” Gu Qingshan muttered.

Gu Qingshan glanced again and turned around and came to the first statue.

The statue features a middle-aged monk with a national face, a white frost robe and a cold sword in his hand.

He was the one who drank to ask Qingshan Gu.

Gu Qingshan gave another gift, respectfully asked: “How did you sacrifice your predecessor? ”

The statue raised its head: “It's worth it to trade one for 100,000 lives. ”

Gu Qingshan asked: “Can you elaborate? Let me also take a good look at my predecessors. ”

The middle-aged monk looked down to Gu Qingshan and said: "My soul surrounds the demon in the mural, I have no time to tell you more. ”

Gu Qingshan looked at his sword and saw only the joint between the handle and the sword body, engraved with two small words.

“Frosting."

Gu Qingshan nodded silently and said: “I am also a sword practitioner. I dare ask what sword technique was used by my predecessors? So you can look at your predecessors a little bit - let's just say that. ”

The middle-aged monk said arrogantly: "The Heavenly Sword of Fire is a trick. ”

Gu Qingshan arched his hand: “I have been taught. ”

After that, he walked to the next statue and still went for a week, respectfully asking: "How did you sacrifice? ”

The statue was a handsome young man who heard the words: "Kill millions of demons all by yourself and do everything you can. ”

“Can you elaborate? Let me also take a good look at my predecessors. ”

Jun-soo's youth also looked to Gu Qingshan and said: “A certain god is besieging the Great Demon. He has no time to tell you more. ”

Gu Qingshan nodded: “I am also a sword repairer, dare ask the name of the sword technique used by my predecessor? ”

"" The Unsullied Sword is a trick, "said Jun-soo. ”

Gu Qingshan suddenly said: “In this case, the seniors are rare thunder spiritual sword cultivation, so admirable. ”

Jun-soo looked at him and said, "Just so you know. ”

After listening to this, Gu Qingshan completely relaxed.

He walked straight in front of the hall and stood still in front of the statue.

A long bow suddenly appeared in his hand.

Gu Qingshan slowly pulled out an arrow, pulled open the bow string, and pointed straight at the statue.

The statue opened its eyes and drank like a thunder: "Bold! You are a little mortal, you dare to shoot your bow at this god, why don't you kneel down and thank him for your sins, or he will send you back to reincarnation in an instant! ”

Gu Qingshan smiled. "I am the devil. I am here to liberate the monsters on the mural. ”

The sculptures of the ten swordsmen were in full swing, and the sword of a waver rose and sworded.

“Wicked, I will take your life! ”

“Damn demons, you're dead! ”

“Come on! ”

And their voices shall be as the sky shall be shaken, and the next second shall be the magic of the sword.

Beyond the green jade screen, the palace woman's face changed suddenly. “What's wrong with this teenager! ”

Her hands squeezed quickly and instantly, the French seal was done.

One more shot of finger time, and as long as she leads the spirit into her hand, the technique will start.

But at this moment, the lady's mind moved and she did not inspire spiritual energy.

Her eyes didn't blink and she stared at the green jade screen. For a while, she suddenly had a strange look on her face.

The Great Hall.

Gu Qingshan waited a while, and those sword repairs still hadn't come up.

“Hate!” The middle-aged monk of the square face shouted, "All my spiritual powers have been used to seal the demon, only a few spirits are out at the moment, unable to kill this monster. ”

“Me too. ”

“Me too. ”

Sword cultivators mourned.

Gu Qingshan looked towards the statue in the middle of the hall and pulled the bow into a full moon, his hands loose.

Brush!

Arrows rubbed through the idols' ears, bombarded the murals, and blew half the walls to pieces.

The swordsmiths shut their mouths.

The palace is in a strange tranquility.

Gu Qingshan unemotionally raised an arrow, pulled the bow open again, aimed at the idol.

“I'm sorry, I slipped, I must have aimed this time.” He apologized.

The statue does not speak a word.

Gu Qingshan pulled the bow full. "Don't you want to say anything? After all, soon you'll never have a chance to talk again. ”

And suddenly the idol said, "Aren't you afraid that I will release the exterminator? ”

Gu Qingshan said: "I don't believe in a bunch of monks who cheat and cheat. The demons who suppress them want to say how strong they are. ”

The idol asks, "What is your intention to slander the ancient sword cultivation? ”

“You're making me say it, but when I say it, you can't keep pretending.” Gu Qingshan laughed.

The statue did not speak.

Suddenly there was a loud female voice in the palace: "Go ahead and tell the truth. ”