Worlds’ Apocalypse Online

The dance began formally.

In the midst of it, a wonderful feeling has soaked the thoughts of Gu Qingshan.

He suddenly understood that this is an opportunity.

The most direct, primitive, and unfettered power of the dance can help him understand many things.

The drums start.

Gu Qingshan’s heart has produced the first insight.

The original **** is the cohesion and master of the rules.

Bringing together certain rules to make them powerful enough to manipulate everything related to this rule.

such as--

The first rule that Huang Quan Ghost King has is the commander of the dead.

The first rule that the earth **** has is to command all the possessions in the earth.

When the two rules come together, they acquire a magical technique that is exclusively for Gu Qingshan.

- Festival dance, the call of sleep.

Now, the twelve-war angel has come to him and is ready to fight for him.

The world has revealed its truth in front of Gu Qingshan.

"on!"

Gu Qingshan took a sword and pointed.

Twelve angels rushed up, releasing their most powerful force and fighting the invisible curse on the suspended bridge.

They are the strongest, and they are invisible to destroy large invisible monsters.

Gu Qingshan glanced at him and shook his head and said: "Not enough."

He began to dance swords.

The gleam of Gu Qingshan extended to the long sword and waved a beautiful round of radiance.

The long sword is killing, but it shows some kind of sorrow and heavyness.

"All come."

He whispered.

Throughout the sacred heaven, all the angels buried in the ground broke out and flew out of the cemetery.

The angels of these angels quickly passed through the sky and fell on the suspended bridge.

They have drawn weapons and fought with invisible monsters.

Rumble!

The world can not withstand the intensity of this battle, issued a fierce embarrassment.

next moment.

The distant mountain peaks began to collapse.

The land is sinking.

The sky fell.

The world is crumbling.

Gu Qingshan holds a long sword, walks lightly, and dances a graceful sword.

The new understanding suddenly came into being.

- For all beings, the earth is the earth.

For the soul, the body of all beings is the earth.

The land is not just the earth, but the body, the dependence, the realization of all sources.

The concept of the land has been extended.

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

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

The power of the curse was brought to the extreme, the angels could not win, and even the bodies of one or two angels gradually collapsed.

"The ground is the body, the body is the rule." Gu Qingshan whispered.

The long sword flutters and flies, and instantly draws the aura in the void.

- Festival dance · Rebirth.

The body of the twelve angels suddenly recovered and became full of arrogance.

The glory of glory emanates from their bones, and they are like the state that was restored to the peak of the year.

The angels rushed up and smothered with the invisible monsters.

Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and continued to fall into the realization of the dance.

boom--

As the war between the two sides intensified, the world of sacred heaven began to collapse.

All the living people sprinkle into the void with the world's debris.

Only the suspended bridge and the church are still standing still.

On the suspended bridge, an uneasy voice shouted:

"The power of the ground, don't dance, we can talk!"

All invisible monsters condense together and make a violent drink: "The wind of robbery!"

The wind is rising.

This is the wind that is enough to destroy everything.

The twelve angels resisted the wind of robbery, but the body was gradually damaged in the wind.

Gu Qingshan is still closed.

Everything is born from sacrifice dance.

Come on, let me know the truth about the dance.

Let me know, what is this in the end?

This dance comes from where.

Gu Qingshan suddenly let go of the sword and flicked the sword with his fingers.

when!

A clear knocking sound, born from the sword, gradually spread to the emptiness of the void.

Festival dance, the call of sleep!

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

In the emptiness of hundreds of thousands of miles, the body of all souls has opened its eyes.

A monster as big as a star.

Small dusty insects.

Unknown unknown corpses.

Everything is all coming to the holy heaven.

They hovered in the sky, hovering back and forth, seemingly waiting for something.

The twelve angels tried their best to resist the wind of robbery.

Gradually, they are almost unable to withstand it.

At this time, more strange existences appeared from the void.

These unidentified existences have never appeared in the history of the 900 million-layer world.

No one knows what they are, and they don't know where they come from.

Everything exists around the void, quietly watching Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan still closed his eyes.

- Until the last moment.

He opened his eyes and pinched a weird handprint.

The twelve angels immediately stopped resisting the wind of robbery and flew back behind him.

Gu Qingshan whispered: "The sacrifice."

The twelve angels shouted: "The sacrifice!"

In the emptiness of the void, countless existences together with the big channel: "Festival!"

A high voice shouted like a singer, and it became full of sorrow. It seemed to be full of tragic meaning.

At this time, the invisible curse on the suspended bridge seemed a bit dazzling.

All the voids exist and look toward the hanging bridge.

The invisible curse suddenly gave a shrill scream.

"The sacrifice of the world... damn..."

"Run fast..."

The wind is rising.

Hula -

A huge, invisible thing, escaped from the suspended bridge.

It left the world of sacred heaven and did not know where to go.

Gu Qingshan blinked and regretted.

He stepped back and gently stepped on it.

It is a void, but his feet are on the ground.

- The entire world of sacred heaven suddenly returned again.

All the buildings in the mountains and rivers were born in peace, and the earth held the feet of Gu Qingshan.

Where the earth is, there must be the earth.

"I finally understood."

Gu Qingshan sighed and whispered: "The dance of the gods of the earth, the world born by the void, can sacrifice all the spirits of the world destroyed by the end."

He looked up and looked at the inexhaustible strange existence in the void.

They are huge, shaped like humans, with limbs like claws and no face.

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

- These are the destroyed worlds and the remnants of the world.

Yes, in the eyes of the person, the remnant world will also mourn.

Gu Qingshan looks complicated and takes a light footstep.

This time.

My strength is too weak, there is no way to complete this dance of the memorial.

I don’t even know what happens after the dance is successfully completed.

- But you have to let them understand one thing.

There is still such a person in the world, and there is still such a hope that they can pay homage and appease them.

Yes, one day, I can do it myself.

Gu Qingshan made a long bow and danced with the sword.

His movements are very slow and revealing the weight of the millennium.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The bleak drums are deafening, but unexpectedly makes people feel good.

Gu Qingshan's double swords came out and danced slowly.

The dimly lit light clusters appeared one after another, and they flashed around him like a star.

From slow and fast, his whole person is like a light-shaped vortex that dances deeper and deeper.

He suddenly yelled: "In the past, the worlds have been destroyed!"

The twelve angels shouted: "The world is gone!"

In the emptiness of the void, countless existences have a sad channel: "Destroy!"

Gu Qingshan bit his teeth, jumped into the air, and then said: "The last day is coming again, and the battle is not fighting!"

The empty sky is quiet.

It seems that all the emotions broke out with the sound, and the spirits of the remaining world shouted together: "War!"

Gu Qingshan stood in the void and gasped.

Just jump to this level, all his power is consumed.

He was exhausted, and the last trace of spiritual power was exhausted and he had to fall from the void.

- This is to commemorate all the dances that destroyed the world in the past, and he is now just a four-column monk. There is really no power to jump.

Suddenly, a hoarse and dry female voice was heard in the void: "The earth gods keep this sacrifice, and they will dance to the next day, and sacrifice you again!"

The drum sound disappeared.

The void, the world, all beings, everything, everything is gradually calming down.

Obtained the command of the female voice, those who existed in the void for a moment, or gradually dispersed.

They quickly went without a trace, and no one knows where they came from and where they went.

Mustache.

All visions are restored.

Gu Qingshan sat down on the ground and looked unwilling.

Although the curse was driven away, the injustice in his heart became more and more serious.

Damn, why can't I even pacify them?

He raised his hands.

The hands couldn’t stop shaking, and even the sword couldn’t hold.

The dance started, and all his powers were completely exhausted. At this moment, he could barely sit here.

The dry and hoarse voice quietly sounded:

"You are the last inheritor of the dance, I ask you, do you want to finish this dance?"

Gu Qingshan bites his teeth: "Think!"

"Little god, you are too weak, you must be stronger and stronger."

The female voice gradually became illusory and eventually went away.