Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Countless thin-haired swords penetrate the entire space, shaping an inexorable web.

- Secret Sword - Star Marks!

There was a wind gushing through the dark passage.

The optical net scattered in the wind and hoisted in all directions.

Breaking hands, skulls, chest cavities, internal organs, scattered all over the sky.

Rigid monks were wiped out by large pieces.

Yet the living monks were not moved.

They stood there cold, looking at the sword in the middle of the air with a strange expression.

“turns out to be the never-born King of Yellow Springs.” They said in unison.

It's like a presence that speaks to Gu Qingshan through the mouths of all the monks.

Next second.

All the mutilated corpses of flesh fleshed backwards and fell on the Zhu Hong Gate, sucked in silently.

A strange red light was born on the gate.

Shh...

The gate slowly pushed open.

The wind is falling.

Hundreds of armored skulls, carrying all kinds of weapons, flew out the door.

The skeletons were crowded with phosphorous fire and flew down towards Gu Qingshan.

Yellow Springs Ghost Soldier!

Those monks killed by Gu Qingshan's sword, through this Zhu Hong Gate, were directly reincarnated into Yellow Springs ghost soldiers!

The remaining monks gave a strange smile and spoke with one voice:

“Legend has it that King Yellow Springs is in control of all the dead, but I don't believe it. Come on, let me try your two pounds. ”

Gu Qingshan, unheard of, waved a giant moon white sword.

All the ghosts roared, couldn't avoid flashing, and rushed up towards the sword.

Tink, tick, tick, tick!

The swordmen chopped on them and made countless interactions.

The ghosts were delayed by the sword, and suddenly a gloom could not be lifted on their bodies.

In time, they were completely shaded, while giant swords penetrated their bodies and flew away towards the distant sky.

The monks were proud to say, "Ghosts are born to penetrate all living things in the world, and I want to see how you respond. ”

The voice had just fallen, Gu Qingshan suddenly disappeared with a long sword in his hand.

He appeared in the density of the monks.

“Die!” The monks drank hard.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah"

A strong storm erupted from him, turning into a visible black airflow that scattered in all directions.

Dragon Bloodline Power!

In order to avoid this hegemonic force infecting others, Gu Qingshan has always covered his breath with a dark silent cloak.

After seeing the wounds on Su Xueer, Gu Qingshan had left his anger and did not want to think about anything.

Since the opening of the World Festival, the power of the Dragon has completely surrendered and is slowly transforming into his power.

- Gu Qingshan can already drive this power!

A black airflow burst into the bodies of many monks, trembling all over them.

The magic in their hands was extinguished.

The power of the hegemonic dragon is eroding them and changing them.

This is the most hegemonic power of the dragon!

This is the most powerful power of the ancient people!

Neither Gu Qingshan himself, nor even the ancient number one strong man, had a good way to cope with the erosion of this power, and ultimately relied on the dance of the sacrifices of life to remove it slowly.

How do these monks from different walks of life know how to deal with it?

Their eyes were cleared, but soon they were unable to withstand all sorts of shouts from such forces.

Perhaps after some painful time, they will have the power of the dragon, the seeds, the speed of practice will be greatly accelerated, the abilities will be rapidly developed, the strength will rise to the height of the ship ——

But they're not coming.

“Death!”

Gu Qingshan spit out a word.

The glorious glow spins, and countless swords and shadows fly on the sword, like an electric shock.

Kill all 1,000 living monks!

Countless light was turned into a trickling stream, and instantly flew back, not into the green mountains.

“Mm-hmm.”

Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and made a voice of untenable suffering.

Those monks had just become Dragon descendants and had been completely annihilated by him, so their spiritual, soul, and blood strength had all been absorbed by Gu Qingshan.

On the god of war interface, a line of small fireflies quickly refresh:

“You killed 1,968 practitioners. ”

“As you use the erosive power of the Dragon bloodline, according to the rules of the Dragon Horcrux, all their power belongs to you. ”

“You have gained 800,000 souls. ”

“All other kinds of forces have begun to integrate into the power of the Dragon and will continue to improve your strength in the coming days. ”

Gu Qingshan looked down at the end of the sweep.

Those Yellow Springs ghosts are fast approaching.

But they're too slow for shrinkage.

“No, those are my powers! ”

On Zhu Hong's gate, an angry voice sounded.

As Qingshan has just seen, it needs to absorb all of the monks in order to convert them into ghosts.

Gu Qingshan only tested one sword, immediately used the power of the dragon to erode all the monks, and then transformed them into his own power.

His tactics shifted so quickly that Zhu Hong Gate could not even react in time.

Now, Zhu Hong Gate can no longer acquire those powers.

“To the Yellow Springs, souls! ”

Zhu Hong Gate uploaded a buzz.

The only thing left on the field is the souls of the monks.

Hundreds of souls rushed towards Zhu Hong Gate.

They didn't even know how they died. Now they must flee from Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan looked at the scene quietly and said softly:

“If you dare to hurt me, don't go into the Yellow Springs. ”

He pulled out the Township Ghost Wand.

All souls stagnate in the void, unable to move in millimetres.

Those who are dead shall have the command of the King of the Yellow Springs, or their souls shall be completely extinguished.

Zhu Hong Gate shouted: “Ghost King, you dare to be so rude. My Ghost Gate God wants you dead today! ”

The void vibrated violently.

Light shadows belonging to the secret corridor are becoming dazzling and illusory.

The whole world is illusory.

And the other world gradually emerges.

Magic, life and death revolution!

The clouds are cloudy, the ghosts are gushing, and above the dusk river, is a strange and stoney junction.

Zhu Hong Gate stood at this junction, emitting a stinging red light.

“Come, all enter the Yellow Springs, Ghost King, you and your people will be trapped here from now on, forever! ”

There are countless gods and monsters in the distance and nearby.

He looked down and Su Cher and Lan Xiao and they were all drawn into the shadow of the world.

The sound of the sword suddenly rang:

“Gu Qingshan, do something, this is the alternating shadow of the two worlds. Once this technique is completed, the shadow of the world will become real, so we will remain in the world completely. ”

Gu Qingshan said expressionlessly: “I can see it, but I'm going to say--”

“It dares me to return to Yellow Springs...”

On the scepter, the unicorn skull's orbit emits an infiltrating red light.

Gu Qingshan lowered his voice: “Whoever you are, wake up now, our war is about to begin. ”

- Origin of the dead!

With this power, King Yellow Springs can communicate with all the dead in isolation, and the sleeping dead can be revived immediately.

Immediately, in the debris of this Yellow Springs world, all those who slept in the eighteenth floor of hell opened their eyes simultaneously.

In the blink of an eye, they understand what happened.

After countless years, the masters of hell have finally emerged!

Gu Qingshan waved the ghost wand of Hell, roaring:

“Come on, whoever you've been ruled by, whatever you've got, from this moment on, hell belongs to me! ”

- The prison line is collapsing!

This is the divine power to open eighteen hell.

The dead of dense numbness began to appear in yellow springs.

With the power of the Township Ghost Wand, they have been released from a crumbling hell!

“If anyone dares to stop me...” Gu Qingshan said softly.

The sceptre emits endless red flashes, making the whole Yellow Springs world vibrate.

By the Great Railway Mountain, by the River Forget, the earth is in a violent tremor.

Six Paths of War!

Hell begins to separate from Yellow Springs!

Boom, boom, boom.

The entire eighteenth floor of hell is coming out of the depths of Yellow Springs.

Hundreds of millions of dead roared.

“Long live the Ghost King! ”

“No one can resist the King of Hell! ”

At the same time.

The sound of countless gods panicking sounded simultaneously:

“Quickly undo the Rotation of Life and Death! ”