Worlds’ Apocalypse Online Chapter 86: Dance of the Festival

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The festival dance officially began.

mysteriously and inexorably, a wonderful feeling permeated the thoughts of Gu Qingshan.

He suddenly realized that this was an opportunity.

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

Drumming.

The first awakening occurred in Gu Qingshan's heart.

It turns out that Spiritual God is the cohesive and master of the rules.

Gather a certain rule into together to make it strong enough to control everything related to this rule.

For example-

The first rule possessed by the Huangquan Ghost King is to command the dead.

The first rule possessed by the earth **** is to order all the possessions in the earth.

The two rules converge together, and you get a Divine Skill exclusive to Gu Qingshan.

—— Sacrifice Dance · Sleep Call.

Now, the Angel of Twelve Wars has come behind him, ready to fight for him.

The world revealed its truth in front of Gu Qingshan.

"Go!"

Gu Qingshan waved a sword.

The twelve angels rushed up, unleashing their most powerful power, and fighting against the invisible curse on the hanging bridge.

They are the strongest, exposing large and invisible monster in their hands.

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

He started dancing swords.

The shimmer of Gu Qingshan's body extended to the long sword, waving a beautiful round arc.

killing intent on the long sword is exhausted, but it shows some kind of pity and heavyness.

"All come."

He whispered.

In the whole sacred paradise, all the angels buried underground broke out and flew out of the cemetery.

The skeletons of these angels quickly traversed the sky and crashed on the flying bridge.

They pulled out their weapons and fought against the invisible monster.

Boom!

The world ca n’t stand this intense battle and groans violently.

Next moment.

The mountains in the distance began to collapse.

Land Shen.

The sky is falling.

The world is crumbling.

Gu Qingshan is holding a long sword, walking lightly, and dancing a stream of elegant sword aura.

New enlightenment suddenly appeared.

—— For all beings, the earth is the earth.

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

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

The concept of land has been extended.

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

The twelve-headed invisible monster battled back and forth with the twelve angels, and the void was ripped apart by them.

The power of the curse exerts arrived to the extreme, the angels cannot win, and even the body of one or two angels gradually shatters.

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

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

—— Sacrifice Dance · Rebirth.

The body of the twelve angels was immediately restored to completeness, and his body was soaring.

Holy glory emanates from their bones, and they are like restoring the highest state of arrived.

The angels rushed up to fight with the invisible monster.

Gu Qingshan closes his eyes and continues to fall into the experience of sacrificial dance.

Boom-

As the fighting between the two sides intensified, the Holy Heaven world began to crumble.

All living people are spattering into the void with the residue of the world.

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

An agitated voice on the suspended bridge shouted:

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

All invisible monster condensed together and issued a binge: "The wind of chaos!"

High winds.

This is enough wind to destroy everything.

The twelve angels managed to resist the wind of chaos, but their bodies were gradually damaged in the wind.

Gu Qingshan still has his eyes closed.

Everything is born of sacrifice dance.

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

Let me know what this is commemorating.

Where did this dance come from?

Gu Qingshan suddenly releases Earth Sword and flicks sword edge with his finger.

When!

A clear percussion sound, rising from the long sword, gradually passed into the chaos of the void.

Sacrifice Dance · Sleep Call!

With the understanding of the rules, this time is more than just calling the skeleton of angels.

In the turbulent flow of hundreds of millions of miles, all the dead bodies of the soul opened their eyes.

monster as big as a star.

Small dusty bugs.

Unknown floating corpses.

Everything is coming to the divine heaven.

They hovered in the sky, hovering back and forth in a hurry, as if waiting for something.

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

Gradually, they are almost unable to resist.

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

The existence of these unknown origins has never appeared in the history of the 900 million world.

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

Everything exists around the void, watching Gu Qingshan quietly.

Gu Qingshan is still eyes closed.

—— until the last moment.

He opened his eyes and pinched a weird handprint.

The twelve angels no longer resisted the wind of chaos and flew back behind him.

Gu Qingshan said softly: "Sacrifice."

The twelve angels roared in unison: "Sacrifice!"

In the chaotic flow of the void, there are countless existences with a loud voice: "Sacrifice!"

A loud shout rises and falls like a vocal, forming a melody, as if filled with tragic meaning.

At this time, the invisible curse on the flying bridge is dazzling.

Everything in the void exists, looking towards the hanging bridge.

The invisible curse suddenly made a harsh scream.

"Festival of the World ... Damn ..."

"Run quickly ..."

The gust of wind is rising.

Hulah-

A huge, invisible thing escaped from the suspended bridge.

It left the world of divine paradise, I do n’t know where it went.

Gu Qingshan squinted, some regrets.

He took a step back and stepped on it gently.

It is obviously vanity, but his foot is on the ground.

—— The entire world of divine heaven suddenly restored again.

All the buildings, mountains, rivers, and soil came into being, and the ground supported the feet of Gu Qingshan.

The earth **** must be there.

"I finally understand."

Gu Qingshan sighed, whispering said: "Dance of the Earth God, the world is born in the void, can sacrifice all the spirits of the world destroyed by Doomsday."

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

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

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

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

Yeah, in his own eyes, the remaining will of the world is also mourning.

Gu Qingshan has a complex look and takes steps gently.

This time.

My own strength is too weak to complete the memorial dance this time.

I do n’t even know what will happen when the ritual dance is successfully completed.

—— But let them understand one thing.

There is still such a person in the world, there is still such a hope that they can commemorate and comfort them.

Yes, one day, I can do it myself.

Gu Qingshan gave a long chant, dancing with a sword.

His movements are extremely slow and extremely heavy.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The desolate drum sound is deafening, but unexpectedly pleasant.

Gu Qingshan double swords come out together, dancing slowly.

The dim light clusters around him appeared one after another, flashing around him like stars.

From slow to fast, he is like a light-shaped vortex that dances deeper and deeper.

He suddenly uttered a cry: "The worlds are gone!"

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

In the chaotic flow of the void, countless existences together mournfully say: "Destroy!"

Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth, jumped into the air, and shouted again: "Doomsday will come again, wait for battle is not fighting!"

The sky is silent.

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

Gu Qingshan stands in the void and gasps loudly.

Just jumped to this level, and all his power was consumed.

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

—— This is a dance commemorating all the destruction of the world in the past, and now he is only Saint of Four Pillars cultivator, there is really no power to jump.

A hoarse and dry female voice suddenly sounded in the void: "Earth God keeps this sacrifice, and will dance in the coming day, and then sacrifice everyone!"

The drum sound disappears.

Void, world, sentient beings, all things, everything gradually calmed down.

At the command of the female voice, those reluctant guards in the void remained for a while, but gradually dispersed.

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

Suddenly.

All visions calmed down.

Gu Qingshan slumped down on the ground, looking unwilling.

Although the curse has been driven away, the unevenness in his heart is getting worse.

Damn, why ca n’t I even appease them?

He raised his hands.

His hands shivered uncontrollably, even the sword.

Dancing started, all his strength has been completely evacuated, and at this moment he can barely sit here.

The dry, hoarse female voice quietly sounded:

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

Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth: "Think!"

"Little Spiritual God, you are too weak. become stronger should be faster."

The female voice gradually became illusory, and finally went away.