Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

Gu Qingshan heard the voice and was alert.

Just because it doesn't sound like a human voice, it's made up of countless subtle voices.

Gu Qingshan has no idea why he fell into this place, let alone where the sound came from.

He looked around and saw that it was a wilderness.

The earth is full of monstrous stones, no living creatures, but a dead tree.

“Who are you!” Gu Qingshan asked.

“Get me out of here, now! ”

The voice hurried.

Gu Qingshan was about to say something else, suddenly his consciousness blurred for a moment.

He raised his subconscious head and opened his eyes.

I saw Li Qiuyu holding a fan and still sitting opposite him.

The patch of debossed bone had fallen from his hand on the table.

“How?” asked Li Qiuyu.

“What just happened?” Gu Qingshan asked backwards.

“You suddenly fell asleep.” Li Qiuyudao.

She whispered to herself: “I've never seen anything so psychic, I can't believe I fell asleep...”

Gu Qingshan was surprised and caught in contemplation.

Li Qiuyu knew that Gu Qingshan was experiencing the mystery of this psychic, quite implicitly did not interrupt him.

In the void, a line of small fireworks quickly appeared in front of Gu Qingshan's eyes:

“You finished the second psychic. ”

“You have sensed a form of separation in the inheritance: the Night Gods. ”

“Night Gods: As you enter your dreams, your consciousness can congeal itself, which can cross all obstacles and reach anywhere, once only. ”

“Once you are separated, or killed, it is the time of your dreams. ”

“NOTE: This separation method must be activated at night and not detectable at the time of activation. ”

“Please practice more so that you can master this form of identity. ”

Gu Qingshan flashed.

So there's this kind of separation.

In the past, master honor incarnated, one man is both a country, it is really enviable.

I had no idea that I now had a special form of identity.

Li Qiuyu looked at him with a slight smile. "How's the psychic situation? ”

Gu Qingshan said: “The blur is a bit of a sensation, but it seems that more practice is needed to master it. ”

Li Qiuyu nodded: “No one can master power at once. You need to give hard sweat and go through hard work in order to fully master what is inherited. ”

“Everybody is?” Gu Qingshan asked.

“Yes, everyone does, even me and my brother, and even the Patriarch, are constantly practicing to induce that feeling from the inheritance and ultimately take full control of power.” Li Qiuyudao.

“Then I'll start practicing. ”

Gu Qingshan finished, lay down on the table and close your eyes.

Take a breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

Li Qiuyu knocked on his head and was dissatisfied: “Hey, how did you get lazy when you said you were practicing? ”

Gu Qingshan said helplessly: "Sister, my inheritance can only be stimulated if I sleep. ”

Li Qiuyu stayed.

Seems…

He did fall asleep just now, and inspired the psychic legacy.

Just saw that Gu Qingshan had laid down on the table again, adjusted a comfortable position and prepared to sleep.

Li Qiuyu looked at him and there was an anonymous sense of impatience in his heart.

Damn it.

Everybody's working so hard, can you just sleep?

“Hello.”

“Sister, what's wrong now? ”

“If it's sleep, go back to your room and sleep! ”

Gu Qingshan really rolled back to his room.

He took off his clothes and lay in bed, quickly entering his dreamland.

For a monk, it's really easy to control his physical state.

Gu Qingshan hasn't slept for centuries, nothing will go wrong.

He is now Lord Sumiyama, and can even temporarily leave his soul without resorting to secret methods.

But dreaming is really about fate, not about cultivation and ability.

More importantly, he had just arrived at the Mountain Sea genre last night. The first night was naturally a little vigilant, thinking a lot, doing a lot of planning, staying awake all night, not sleeping.

We've been fighting before.

It's been a long fight.

Starting with the retrieval of the two swords of heaven and earth in the ancient era, he returned to 900 million layers of the world, persuaded Lynn to join his team, cope with the irrigation of the eternal abyss, meet Laura again, save the boss, dance with Zhang Yinghao and Ye Fei away, develop the art of the world, go to Anxiety Town, go to the secret corridors of the world to seal the dust, look for the weapons of the spiritual tsunami - then that shield was used by Zhang Yinghao, then the battle of chaos...

I've been through so much.

To this day, he finally had a reason to sleep.

This night.

No dreams.

……

In the morning.

“How was last night?” Li Qiuyu asked.

“No, it's not going well.” Gu Qingshan frowned bitterly.

Li Qiuyu was in a much better mood, humming softly: “I guess you haven't mastered the trick yet. Where in the world is such a simple thing, sleep can be psychic, I've never heard of it..."

She mumbled out of the kitchen and went to the dressing room to find the clothes she was wearing today.

Knock, knock!

Someone knocked on the door.

Gu Qingshan opened the door and saw that Zhao Qiong had come.

“Sister Zhao, come in!” He said enthusiastically.

Zhao Qiong looked up and down at him and said: “You look much more spiritual. ”

“I've always been very spiritual.” Gu Qingshan Road.

“No, I feel tired, not today.” Zhao Qiong touched his head and laughed.

She walked into the room and greeted Li Qiuyu, who had just changed clothes.

“It's Zhao Qiong, stay for dinner. Tell me something while you eat. By the way, I haven't congratulated you on your promotion.” Li Qiuyudao.

Promotions?

Gu Qingshan looked toward Zhao Qiong.

Zhao Qiong's face was slightly red, and he was embarrassed to say: "Ah, yes, the classical skeleton book was finally compiled, and with the discovery of you and the scaly armor, along with the legendary Gu Jianxian saved the end - in fact, I didn't do anything - so I got promoted. ”

“Then you are now...” asked Gu Qingshan.

“Collector.” Zhao Qiongdao.

Li Qiushui added: "If you go any further, you will be the master of my brother's rank, and then the lord. ”

“Not bad," exclaimed Gu Qingshan.

The three of us sat down and had breakfast together.

After the meal, Zhao Qiong took a piece of bone and placed it in Gu Qingshan's hand.

“This is a classic I specifically helped you find, which records all the knowledge of psychic boxing in the genre, and I hope to give you a reference. ”

Gu Qingshan and Li Qiuyu looked at each other.

“Thank you, Sister Zhao, I do need this.” Gu Qingshan solemnly collected the bone pieces.

Zhao Qiong could really help him, he couldn't help but smile.

She left.

Li Qiuyu closed the door and asked: "Aren't you going to try to practice sleeping now? This thing shouldn't work on you, should it? ”

Gu Qingshan said: “It's always helpful, even if it doesn't exist now, it may be in the future. ”

“You're afraid of her disappointment.” Li Qiuyu asked directly.

“It's always nice to have someone happy to help you.” Gu Qingshan Road.

Li Qiuyu glanced at him and stopped talking.

The two had a quiet cup of tea, packed up and went out together.

“I'm going to see what the task is today, you go to school first, in case I have to call you.” Li Qiuyudao.

“Okay.” Gu Qingshan answered.

“Remember the road to the study club? ”

“Remember.”

“Well, study hard, don't be lazy. ”

“I know, I'm up there every day. ”

Half an hour later.

Gu Qingshan came to the study house again and found a seat to sit down.

In the classroom, the teenagers look excited.

According to the rules of the class, yesterday's battle lesson was not completed, so the lesson will be extended to today.

Wait a while.

Yesterday I saw the old gentleman in history class and slowly walked into the classroom.

“You again!” A teenager screamed.

“Yes, it's time for Teacher Liu to teach us! I missed battle class!” Another teenager complained.

The old man was not angry and did not answer.

He walked up to the podium and gently placed the textbook on the table, then removed the hat from his head and put it on his chest.

He lowered his head.

The classroom gradually calmed down.

The teenagers finally realized something.

They stood up sparsely, lowered their heads, and began to mourn.

The teacher who taught combat classes will never show up again.