Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Gu Qingshan stood in hell.

He held the Ghost Wand of Hell and said softly: "The border is broken. ”

“Wand Secret: When the junction breaks down, the ghost king with the wand will automatically master the secret, open up eighteen hell and free all the dead. ”

The earth began to vibrate violently.

Silently and silently, the boundaries of the eighteen-heavy hell disappeared.

Time passes slowly.

At some point, a giant appeared at the foot of a mountain surrounded by heavy iron, on the shore of a shallow beach in Forget River.

Without ghosts and spirits, he walked one step from the water of the Forgotten River to the Great Iron Wall Mountain.

He came from a skinned hell.

Forget that the water of the river warmly embraced him.

Yes, he's a dead man, a dead man. Forget that Chuan won't kill him, he won't kill him.

The second giant appeared.

The third giant.

Human appearance.

Asura waved his weapon.

The beast kings roared.

The demon flew into the sky.

This is followed by strange-looking chaotic creatures.

Dozens of the deceased stood in the water.

Behind those dozens of dead, the whole of the Forgotten River came out of the river.

Eighteen hell, hundreds of millions of dead former servants followed.

In Blood Hai prison, Gu Qingshan whispered a word.

“Up.”

The deceased moved.

They rushed towards the Temple of the Wheel.

Just a few steps away, a colorful shadow descended from the sky, chopping the newly landed dead into flying ashes.

The Spear of the Seven Colours, it did it.

But for both sides, this is just the beginning.

Endless and vast, the dead rush towards the Temple of the Wheel.

Brush!

Another seven-color spear flashed through.

Tens of thousands of victims were killed by a single blow.

But it doesn't matter!

As soon as they dissipated, more of the dead appeared in their places of origin.

All the deceased ran like crazy toward the Temple of the Wheel.

They have nothing to fear.

The pain of being mutilated is just a common punishment in hell.

As for death, death is nothing but sleep for them.

The dead are not afraid of death!

Even if the seven-color spears are stronger, they cannot shake their resolve.

A giant storm. The shadow of colour flew across his body, killing him and countless giants behind him.

But before that, the giant had picked up a dead man and threw him in the direction of the temple.

He shouted, “Garbage, what can you do if you kill me! ”

Seems to understand the phrase, colorful spears erupt.

Infinitely colorful images with sharp lines all over the Yellow Springs world.

Around the whole mountain, tens of millions and hundreds of millions of dead died in large numbers.

Gu Qingshan pressed his hand against the skull of the Township Ghost Wand and said softly: “Again. ”

He launched the wand secret: the origin of the deceased.

All the sleeping dead immediately awaken.

Throughout the Eighteen Heavy Hells, every dead person who is killed immediately climbs out of Hell and rushes to Forgotten River again.

Surrounded by the Great Iron Mountain, the entire Forgotten River became the sea of the dead.

The seven-color spear looks down, increasing the frequency of attacks.

The spears appear one after the other.

The deceased fell, and a new deceased stepped over them and moved forward.

Looking at the sky, it's like a bunch of unyielding ants, slowly approaching the target.

Watching this scene, the hillbilly sighs: "I didn't expect these Hell's villains to work so hard. ”

Gu Qingshan said: "In all wars, soldiers are willing to fight or forced to fight helplessly. There is a difference between the ability to explode and the ability to fight. ”

“Is that why you traded fairly with them? ”

Gu Qingshan laughed and muttered: “It makes people work hard, and it doesn't do them any good. Who's willing to do all that? Besides, this is hell, and the villains will not have a noble spirit of sacrifice. ”

The Mountain Girl quite agrees: "If there is such an unrealistic situation, it can only drive others for no reason unless they are the protagonists in a fantasy novel. ”

The foot of the Great Iron Circuit Mountain.

The deceased are still running like crazy.

Gradually, the deceased began to brainstorm and come up with new ways to approach the temple of rotation.

Instead of rushing across, they are constantly shifting towards the temple.

They run, they jump, they roll on the ground, they crawl forward, they go "of”.

They spread out, flew up high and tried to get close to the temple of rotation from every angle.

At this point, the frequency of the seven-color spear is not keeping pace.

Even if it is stronger, it cannot relent the colorful spear indefinitely and forever.

It is even less likely that the spear shadow will permanently fill every void.

Yes, it has the power to kill the Holy Massacre.

But this unparalleled power to kill the dead, who will never die, is a waste and a waste of effort.

It's like bombarding a mosquito with a giant starry cannon, totally out of line.

Time passes slowly.

The deceased turned to the Temple of the Impact of Forgetfulness.

The colorful spear attacked them unrelentingly.

Hell.

“I've always wondered, isn't it tiring that the Spear of Seven Colours has used so much power to kill the dead?” Gu Qingshan asked.

Forget the soul hook: “The original power of the artifact is soul power. No matter how powerful it is, the use of spear shadow also consumes soul power. ”

The sword also said, "Even if this consumption is pathetic to it, it is consumption. ”

Gu Qingshan held the Ghost Wand of Hell and closed his eyes to sensing Hell.

Hours later, fewer than a thousandth of the dead fall asleep in eighteen hell.

It does not seem necessary to use “the origin of the deceased" again.

“I'm relieved to hear you say that.” Gu Qingshan Road.

A few more hours have passed.

The dead rush tirelessly towards the temple.

They cheered, jumped, and fought for fear before dying.

The deceased even started racing to see who rushed out the distance.

Every hell opens its mouth and its odds.

These villains wager their deaths and compete for some good from each other.

They're having fun.

Sometimes they also look at personal merit.

The virtues of every deceased are slowly increasing.

Kung Fu is also the fastest growing of those who have tried their best to die.

After all, it's about saving the six worlds, so as long as they're really working hard, there's merit.

The personal merit calculator tells them that if they succeed, there will be an astronomical digital merit.

The more merit there is, the more benefits there will be after the implantation.

The appearance, opportunity, status, wealth, etc. at birth are all based on merit.

Billions of the dead cheered and died passionately.

Colorful spears have been killing for several hours in a row, and the number of deaths has never decreased, but is increasing.

Looking down from the sky, we see the dead approaching and approaching the foot of the mountain.

At a certain moment, Gu Qingshan stood up and gently turned to the scepter: “Go! ”

Hundreds of millions of dead immediately burst into a roar.

They began to rush toward the temple with all their strength.

- The deceased had been quietly saving up, maintaining a certain number of constant harassment, but only playing colorful spears.

The entire perimeter shrinks.

The dead run like wild horses, whether it's spears or others.

Buzz!

A colorful spear burst into an angry buzz.

It stopped the attack.

It's not that it's merciful, it's that the deceased are hitting faster and harder and harder, finally breaking through its blockade and rushing into the spinning temple.

In the sky, the seven shadows of colour disappear completely.

Spears give up and do useless work.

It lost.