Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The festival has officially begun.

In the midst of the underworld, a wonderful feeling permeates the thoughts of Green Mountain.

He suddenly realized that it was an opportunity.

Festival dance is the most direct, primitive, and unbridled force that can help him understand many things.

Drum up.

Gu Qingshan's heart produced the first enlightenment.

So the Spirit is the gatherer and master of the rules.

By bringing together a set of rules and making them powerful enough, you can manipulate everything related to that rule.

Like...

The first rule of the Wong Quan Ghost King is the commander-in-chief.

The first rule that the gods possess is to command everything in the earth.

When the two rules came together, they acquired a special technique dedicated to Gu Qingshan.

--Festival Dance · Sleep Calling.

Now the Angels of the Twelve have come behind him, ready to fight for him.

The world revealed its truth in front of Green Mountain.

“Go!”

Gu Qingshan waved his sword.

Twelve angels rushed up and unleashed their most powerful powers, fighting the invisible curse on the overhead bridge.

They are the strongest, overwhelming invisible monsters with their hands raised.

Gu Qingshan glanced and shook his head softly: “Not enough. ”

He started dancing swords.

Gu Qingshan's slight light extended onto the long sword, waving a beautiful round of curved glow.

Killing intentions on the sword were exhausted, showing some compassion and heaviness instead.

“Come on. ”

He whispered.

Throughout the holy heavens, all the angels buried underground broke out of the earth and flew out of the mausoleum.

The wreckage of these angels quickly crossed the sky and fell on a suspension bridge.

They pulled out weapons and fought invisible monsters.

Boom!

The world could not bear this intense battle and groaned violently.

Next moment.

The distant peaks began to collapse.

Land sinks.

Starry sky fell.

The world is rocking.

Gu Qingshan held a long sword and walked lightly. He danced a flying sword.

A new enlightenment suddenly emerged.

For all beings, the earth is the earth.

For the soul, the living bodies are the earth.

The earth is not just the earth, but the body, the dependence, the embodiment of all the fountains.

The concept of land has been extended.

Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked at the overhanging bridge.

Twelve invisible monsters fought back and forth with twelve angels, and the void was blown apart by them.

The power of the curse reaches its limits, and angels cannot win, and even one or two angels' bodies are gradually crumbling.

“The earth is the body, and the body is the rule.” Gu Qingshan low voice.

The sword flickered and instantly drew a spiritual light in the void.

—— Festival Dance · Resurrection.

The body of the twelve angels was suddenly restored to its integrity and the flames of its body rose.

The glow of holiness emanated from their skeletons, as if they had returned to that peak of the year.

Angels rush up and kill invisible monsters.

Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and continued to fall into the festive dance consciousness.

Boom...

With the intensification of the fighting between the two sides, the world of holy heaven began to crumble.

All living people spill into the void with the remnants of the world.

Only the overhang bridge and the church remain intact.

On a suspended bridge, a restless voice drank:

“The power of the earth, don't dance, we can talk! ”

All the intangible monsters gathered together and drank violently: "The wind of chaos! ”

Big wind.

This is enough wind to destroy everything.

Twelve angels struggled to resist the wind of looting, yet their bodies were gradually damaged in the wind.

Gu Qingshan's eyes are still closed.

Everything is born of sacrificial dance.

Come on, give me insight into the truth about the festive dance.

Let me know what this is all about.

Where did this dance come from?

Gu Qingshan suddenly let go of the sword and lightly hit the blade with his finger.

When!

A bright banging sound emerged from the long sword and gradually passed into a turbulent stream of voids.

Festival Dance - Sleep Calling!

With the understanding of the rules, this time it is not just about summoning the remains of angels.

In the midst of hundreds of millions of miles of void turbulence, the bodies of all souls passed away opened their eyes.

A monster like a star.

Little dusty bugs.

Unknown remains floating.

And in the deeper void, those who have never existed, all come towards the divine heavens.

No one knows what they are, let alone where they come from.

They circle in the sky, hurrying back and forth, seemingly waiting for something.

Twelve angels struggled to resist the wind of looting.

Gradually, they are almost irresistible.

More and more strange beings emerge from voids.

These historically unknown beings have never appeared in the history of the 900 million layers of the world.

Everything exists around the void, quietly watching Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan remained silent.

Until the last moment.

He opened his eyes and pinched a strange handprint.

The Twelve Angels immediately stopped resisting the wind of looting and flew back behind him.

Gu Qingshan said softly: “Festival. ”

The twelve angels roared with one voice: "Feast! ”

In the turbulence of the void, there are countless voices together: “Feast! ”

A loud shout came and went as high and low as a song, and the melody was as if it was full of sadness.

At this point, the invisible curse on the suspension bridge looks a little dazzling.

The void is all present, looking towards the overhanging bridge.

That invisible curse suddenly screamed a stinging ear.

“Festival of the World... Damn...”

“Run...”

The wind burst.

Hurrah...

A huge, invisible thing, escaped from a suspension bridge.

It left the holy world of heaven and went nowhere.

Gu Qingshan gazed, some regrets.

He took a step back and gently stepped.

His feet stepped on the ground, even though it was a void.

- The whole holy heavenly world suddenly reverts again.

All the architectural mountains and rivers, the soil is alive and well, and the earth holds Gu Qingshan's foot.

God of the earth, there is the earth.

“I finally get it. ”

Gu Qingshan sighed softly and muttered: “The dance of the gods of the earth, born of emptiness, can sacrifice all the spirits of the world destroyed by the end of the day. ”

He looked up at the myriad strange beings in the void.

They have huge bodies, resemble human beings, limbs like claws, and no face.

They all looked at Gu Qingshan and seemed to be waiting for something.

These are the destroyed worlds, the remaining souls of the world.

Yeah, in his own eyes, that residual world will is screaming, too.

Gu Qingshan took a gentle step in the complex color of the mountain.

This time.

My strength is too weak to complete this celebration dance at all.

I don't even know what happens when the festival is successfully completed.

But I want them to understand one thing.

There is one more person in the world, and there is hope that they can be sacrificed and reassured.

Yeah, one day, I can do it myself.

Gu Qingshan made a long song and danced with a sword.

His movements were incredibly slow and heavy.

Knock, knock! Knock, knock! Boom!

The cool drums are deafening, but surprisingly pleasant.

Gu Qingshan's two swords came out, slowly danced.

The dusky luminous group appeared continuously, flashing around him like stars.

By slowly and quickly, he was like a deeper, deeper swirl of light.

Suddenly he shouted, "The past has been wiped out! ”

The twelve angels cried out, “The world is gone! ”

In the turbulence of the void, there are countless voices of common sorrow: “Extinction! ”

Gu Qingshan bit his teeth, jumped halfway up into the sky and drank: “Come back at the end of the day, Il wait for the war not to be fought! ”

The void took a breath.

It seems that all emotions erupt with voices, and the spirits of the remnants of the world roar together: "War! ”

Gu Qingshan stood in the void and gasped loudly.

Just jump to this point and all his power is consumed.

He was exhausted and his last spiritual power was exhausted and he had to fall out of the void.

This is a dance that celebrated all the destruction of the world in the past, and he is now nothing more than a four-pillar monk of the Holy Land, with no power to jump any further.

Suddenly a dull and dry woman sounded in the void: "The god of the earth guards this festival and stays here until the day is done to celebrate you! ”

Drums disappear.

The void, the world, the creatures, everything, everything is gradually calming down.

With that woman's voice, those in the void persevered for a moment, but gradually dissipated.

They soon went nowhere, and no one knew where they came from or where they went.

Su Jun.

All visions flattened.

Gu Qingshan sat flawlessly on the ground, his face was not sweet.

Though the curse had been cast out, there was growing discontent in his heart.

Damn it, why can't I even appease them?

He lifted his hands.

Your hands tremble unstoppably and you can't even hold your sword.

When the dance had begun, all his strength had been completely drawn, and he could barely sit here at this moment.

Dry, dull female voice sounds quietly:

“You are the last heir to the sacrificial dance, and I ask you, do you want to finish the sacrificial dance? ”

Gu Qingshan bit his teeth: “Yes! ”

“Little god, you're too weak. You have to be strong soon. ”

Female voices gradually become illusory and eventually disappear.