Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The ghost stood in the darkness, bent down and looked at Qingshan and Zhao Xiao Xiao.

It was covered in black fog, except the head was exposed, a pair of eyes burning green flame reached in front of Gu Qingshan and stared at him dead.

“What an obvious fluctuation, I feel the power of the spell of life on you. ”

“… another demon who wants to participate in the Six Paths of Struggle. Are you avoiding the more powerful ones and risking your time to come here and ask me to give you the status of holy choice? ”

Under normal circumstances, when a person is confronted with such questions, it is probable that they will continue to speak with a view to obtaining more time and dialogue to judge the situation.

Gu Qingshan did not speak and held the black thread in his hand quietly.

This black thread connects itself to one side and the other to the ghost.

An implicit feeling is transmitted from the silk thread to Gu Qingshan's heart.

- He can feel the anger and killing of the other person with some kind of mysterious touch from the silk thread.

Anger, there are millions of explanations.

There is only one kind of killing.

Of course Gu Qingshan understands the wonders.

At this moment he turned his mind not knowing how many words, but also gained a deeper understanding of the destiny technique "love”.

I don't know this monster.

No intel.

It doesn't matter, you can feel each other's attitudes and emotions directly.

Destiny skills, really powerful skills for saving the field.

“Not really,” said Gu Qingshan frankly, "I am not a demon, I am the lord of the war in Huangquan Road, I entered here to understand the demon, I woke you up for a moment. ”

The ghost's head retreated backwards and suddenly came together. A pair of green fire ghost eyes opened bigger.

“Huang Quan Dao? You said you were from Yellow Springs Road? ”

It's filled with howling outside.

On the black thread, the killer intent from the ghost disappeared a bit.

Good, see what you think is right.

This monster may be giving evil spirits something to exist, and somehow it's killing them now.

“I do come from Yellow Springs.” Gu Qingshan Road.

He took out the Township Ghost Wand, held it in his hand, and moved all over his body.

The power of a dusky yellow spring overshadowed him, lighting the darkness around him.

And the ghost said, “Wow, wow, wow, wow. It was the chosen one of the Yellow Springs, but he came to the world of evil and called me down —— what are you going to do? ”

On the black silk thread comes a hint of impatience and expectation.

Gu Qingshan felt it.

He took a breath of silence and turned his mind a thousand thoughts. Finally, he said, "Six battles are about to begin. I came to understand my opponent. ”

The ghost suddenly laughed heavenly.

“Hahahahaha, what a Yellow Springs Warlord who wanted to defeat the Holy Chosen One of the Evil Ways ahead of the start of the Six Fights - that's a good idea indeed. ”

It closed its laughter and said sarcastically: “Unfortunately, the demons have mastered even the floods, and they have chosen three demon holy selectors, each named after a demon with a life disorder, a giant demon, and a firefighter. ”

“Little guy from Yellow Springs, you have the realm of the Star River Saints, but you are just one person, unable to fight the three demon holy selectors at the same time, let alone the Great Flood. ”

“Even if I gave you the Holy Choice, it would be futile. ”

“Go back. ”

After that, it shook its head and turned around to go back into the darkness.

The black silk thread shivered slightly, and Gu Qingshan immediately felt the other party's regrets and disappointment.

Next, the black thread broke.

This means that they have given up communicating with him and are no longer willing to associate themselves with him.

Gu Qingshan recalled what he had said, and his mind kept pouring.

This ghost can give himself the identity of a demon!

To put it this way, it's kind of like the unicorn that gave itself the identity of the Yellow Springs Holy Choice.

Perhaps they are of the same kind.

But the ghost felt he couldn't handle the flood or the ghost, so he disappointed.

So what are you gonna do?

Missed this opportunity, I'm afraid I'll never see this person again.

According to its words, it can be judged that it has a certain power of intervention in the world of evil, even if it cannot make itself the Holy Chosen One of the devils, it can help itself in other ways.

Never miss it!

At this moment, countless images of the past flashed through Qingshan's mind.

Big flood.

No end of life.

How exactly can we overcome the floods?

Those Void City bosses can't resist even the slightest omen of the end.

I can't resist the end myself.

No, for me now, the Great Flood is a real despair, an insurmountable cane.

Gu Qingshan's heart sinks.

In the darkness, the ghost gradually went far away, about to disappear from Gu Qingshan's sight.

Gu Qingshan Qianqiang calmed down and continued to think in his heart.

- Unable to resist major floods.

Is there any other way to keep this thing?

Suddenly, when Gu Qingshan remembered the robbery of the River, the unicorn ghost said:

“Turns out you are the ghost king of the Yellow Springs, Lord of the Six Kingdoms of the Divine Mountains. You can't believe you passed on to the 'bad', you must have gone through countless hard battles. ”

“Your identity and what you have accomplished are rare in the world. ”

“- Looks like the Holy Election of Yellow Springs World is over. ”

Gu Qingshan's heart suddenly emerged a thought.

He shouted deep into the darkness:

“Your Excellency, I can surely kill all those demons, none of whom are my adversaries. ”

“Even a flood is no better than the power I have! ”

Gu Qingshan inspired the source of yellow springs all over his body, suddenly waved his fist and punched four punches in the void!

All four punches were in the air, but different powers erupted.

Mountain puppet.

No pardon.

Ten thousand shadows.

- Air raid!

The first three punches are good to say, but Gu Qingshan didn't make it out.

Even if it was just a demonstration, even if it was just a random blow, the punch was beyond his ability.

He had just lifted his fist, and this style of boxing immediately drained his entire body of yellow spring power.

Visual appearance.

The dark world faded away, turning into innumerable lines and light spots in front of the green mountains.

All forms have disappeared.

All things are alive, all the manifestations no longer exist, looking at Qingshan's eyes, only the rules, and the source of everything.

The moment has passed.

Everything's back to normal.

Gu Qingshan's legs softened, he sat on the floor and gasped.

Health and yellow spring power are all consumed.

Originally Huang Quan was one of the six forces, which could provoke “air robbery”, but limited to the strength of Qingshan, this fist only opened one head.

- How did it work?

The black thread suddenly reappeared, wrapped around Gu Qingshan's hand at one end, flying towards the dark void depth.

Gu Qingshan looked into the darkness.

See those green eyes reappear.

The ghost straddled a long distance and appeared directly in front of Gu Qingshan.

“It is inconceivable that you are the heir to 'bad luck'. You can actually get ‘bad luck’, which is completely beyond my imagination.” The ghost measured him.

“Neither did I. I just killed a monster.” Gu Qingshan admitted.

“What kind of monster is that?” The ghost is interested to ask.

Gu Qingshan described it.

“No, you can't kill 10,000 of them.” The ghost said unequivocally.

Gu Qingshan had to explain the whole process.

The ghost looked at him and couldn't speak for half a day.

“No wonder the light of the rice grains has extinguished the heavenly sun..." It was emotional.

Gu Qingshan probed and said: “Your Excellency, you look very familiar with ‘uncertain'. ”

“‘Unweekly’ is the six specially handed down boxing techniques. Each of the six gods can reproduce the past of the original six paths of suffering by virtue of 'Unweekly'.” The ghost reveals the colour of his memories, "he said.

“Which one do you think is stronger than the Great Flood?” Gu Qingshan asked.

The ghost turned back to God and looked at him: “Nature is more powerful than air robbery, it is the power to break down the Great Iron Siege Mountain - so that your throne is the ‘Six Realms Mountain God’, because only the Great Iron Siege Mountain documents the power of 'air robbery', in preparation for the future evolution of the Six Ways. ”

“Since I have the opportunity to defeat those evils, I also ask Your Excellency to give me the status of a demon holy choice.” Gu Qingshan earnestly said.

The ghost's eyes suddenly emitted a more fierce glow, purging:

“Practitioner, I want to see your Six Kingdoms Sword. ”

Gu Qingshan made a move towards emptiness.

A long sword like autumn water appeared empty and floated beside him.

The ghost stared at the Six Kingdoms Mountain Sword for a while and suddenly came with a slight cry: “It's so good... although I forgot everything, my spirituality has not lost, it still doesn't diminish the scenery of the year. ”

The dark mist surrounding it dissipated completely, revealing a striking wound.

This ghost, it turns out that most of his body is gone, and the rest of his body is connected by skeletons and some crushed flesh.

Apparently, it was involved in a terrible battle.

“The last power… to gather the power of holy selection for you, but this power will be hidden for a while, otherwise it will immediately attract the attention of other demonic holy selectors. ”

A demon mask fell from the darkness and floated quietly in front of Gu Qingshan.

The ghost's eyes dimmed and his whole body turned into flying ash, dissipating into endless dark voids.

“When all power is exhausted, I will dissipate completely, and the rest will be up to you - and of course, your sword, you must treat her well.” Ghostly.

Gu Qingshan couldn't help but ask: “Do you know the Six Kingdoms Sword? Why did you recognize me when you saw the Six Kingdoms Sword? ”

The ghost finally laughed.

It's all gone with the wind, leaving only one last sentence:

“You must be a true sword fixer to be recognized by this sword. ”

“That's enough. ”