The ritual dance officially begins.
In the dark, a strange feeling permeated Gu Qingshan's thoughts.
He suddenly realized that this was an opportunity.
The most direct, primitive, and unfettered power of the sacrifice dance can help him understand many things.
The drums beat.
Gu Qingshan had his first enlightenment in his heart.
It turns out that the gods are the condensers and masters of rules.
Gather a certain rule together and make it powerful enough to control everything related to this rule.
for example--
The first rule possessed by the Underworld Ghost King is to command the dead.
The first rule the earth god has is to order everything hidden in the earth.
When the two rules come together, a magical skill unique to Gu Qingshan is obtained.
——Sacrificial dance·The call to sleep.
Now, the twelve battle angels have come behind him, ready to fight for him.
The world revealed its truth in front of Gu Qingshan.
"superior!"
Gu Qingshan pointed his sword.
Twelve angels rushed forward, unleashed their most powerful power, and fought against the invisible curse on the suspended bridge.
They are the strongest, capable of destroying large swathes of invisible monsters with a single move of their hands.
Gu Qingshan glanced at it, shook his head and muttered: "Not enough."
He began to dance with his sword.
The glimmer of light on Gu Qingshan's body extended to the long sword, swinging out a graceful arc of light.
The killing intent was gone from the long sword, but instead it showed some compassion and heaviness.
"Come all."
he whispered.
In the entire holy heaven, all the angels buried underground burst out of the ground and flew out from the cemetery.
The skeletons of these angels quickly passed through the sky and fell on the suspended bridge.
They drew their weapons one after another and started fighting with the invisible monster.
Boom!
The world could not bear the intensity of the battle and groaned violently.
next moment.
The distant mountains began to collapse.
The earth sank.
Stars fall.
The world is crumbling.
Gu Qingshan holds a long sword, steps lightly, and dances with elegant sword lights.
New insights suddenly arise.
——For all living beings, the earth is the earth.
For the soul, the body of all living beings is the earth.
The earth is not just the earth, but the body, the dependence, the embodiment of the source of all things.
The concept of land has expanded.
Gu Qingshan opened his eyes and looked at the suspended bridge.
Twelve invisible monsters fought back and forth with the twelve angels, and the void was blasted open by them.
The power of the curse was exerted to its extreme, and the angels were unable to win. One or two angels' bodies even gradually collapsed.
"The ground is the body, and the body is the rules." Gu Qingshan whispered.
The long sword fluttered and flickered, instantly drawing auras of light in the void.
——Sacrifice dance·Resurrection.
The bodies of the Twelve Angels suddenly returned to their full form, and their arrogance was high.
Holy radiance emanated from behind their bones, and they seemed to have returned to their peak state.
The angels rushed forward and fought with the invisible monster.
Gu Qingshan closed his eyes and continued to fall into the realization of the sacrificial dance.
boom--
As the fighting between the two sides intensified, the world of Holy Paradise began to collapse.
All the living people are scattered into the void along with the remnants of the world.
Only the suspended bridge and the church remained standing.
On the suspended bridge, an anxious voice shouted:
"Power of the earth, don't dance, we can talk!"
All the invisible monsters gathered together and shouted loudly: "The wind of chaos!"
The wind picked up.
This is the wind that can destroy everything.
The twelve angels tried their best to resist the wind of chaos, but their bodies were gradually damaged by the wind.
Gu Qingshan still closed his eyes.
Everything is born from the ritual dance.
Come, let me know the truth about the ritual dance.
Let me know what this is actually about.
Where does this dance come from?
Gu Qingshan suddenly let go of the sword and flicked the blade with his finger.
when!
A clear knocking sound emerged from the long sword and gradually spread into the turbulent flow of the void.
Sacrifice Dance·Call of Sleep!
With the understanding of the rules, this time it was more than just summoning the angel's skeleton.
In the turbulence of billions of miles of void, all the bodies with lost souls opened their eyes.
Monsters as big as stars.
A bug as small as a mote of dust.
Unknown floating corpses.
Everything is heading towards the holy heaven.
They were hovering in the sky, circling 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 can no longer resist it.
At this time, more strange existences appeared from the void.
These existences of unknown origin have never appeared in the history of the 900-million-layer world.
No one knows what they are, let alone where they come from.
All existences surrounded the void, watching Gu Qingshan quietly.
Gu Qingshan still closed his eyes and said nothing.
——until the last moment.
He opened his eyes and made a weird handprint.
The twelve angels immediately stopped resisting the wind of chaos and flew back behind him.
Gu Qingshan whispered: "Sacrifice."
The twelve angels shouted in unison: "Sacrifice!"
In the turbulent flow of the void, countless beings loudly shouted: "Sacrifice!"
The shouts rise and fall like a song, forming a melody of their own, as if full of tragic meaning.
At this time, the invisible curse on the suspended bridge seemed a bit dazzling.
All beings in the void look towards the suspended bridge.
The invisible curse suddenly let out a piercing scream.
"The Sacrifice of the World...damn it..."
"Run quickly..."
The wind picked up.
Hula la——
A huge, invisible thing escaped from the suspended bridge.
It left the sacred heavenly world and went to nowhere.
Gu Qingshan squinted his eyes, feeling a little regretful.
He took a step back and stepped lightly.
It was clearly empty space, but his feet were on the ground.
——The entire sacred heaven world suddenly restored again.
All the buildings, mountains, rivers, and soil grew peacefully, and the earth supported Gu Qingshan's feet.
Where the earth god is, there must be earth.
"I finally understand."
Gu Qingshan sighed softly and murmured: "The Dance of the Earth God creates a world based on the void, and can offer sacrifices to the spirits of all the worlds destroyed by the doomsday."
He looked up at the countless strange existences in the void.
They have huge bodies, look like humans, have claw-like limbs, and have no faces.
They all stared at Gu Qingshan, as if waiting for something.
——These are the destroyed worlds, the remaining souls of the world.
Yes, in his own eyes, the remaining will of the world is also screaming.
Gu Qingshan looked complicated and took steps lightly.
This time.
My own strength is too weak and there is no way to complete this memorial dance.
I don't even know what will happen after the ritual dance is successfully completed.
——But I have to let them understand one thing.
There is still such a person in the world, and there is still such a hope that he can pay tribute to them and appease them.
Yes, one day, I can do it.
Gu Qingshan let out a long groan and danced with his sword.
His movements were extremely slow and showed great importance.
Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!
The desolate drum sound is deafening, but it is surprisingly refreshing.
Gu Qingshan drew both swords together and danced slowly.
Dim yellow light groups appeared one after another, twinkling around him like stars.
From slow to fast, his whole body was like a light vortex dancing deeper and deeper.
He suddenly shouted: "All realms in the past have been destroyed!"
The twelve angels then shouted: "The world is destroyed!"
In the turbulent flow of the void, countless existences lamented together: "Destroy!"
Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth, jumped into the air, and shouted again: "If the doomsday comes again, you will not fight!"
There was silence in the void.
It seemed that all the emotions burst out with the sound, and the remaining world spirits roared together: "Fight!"
Gu Qingshan stood in the void, breathing loudly.
Just by jumping to this level, all his strength was exhausted.
He was exhausted, his last trace of spiritual power was exhausted, and he had to fall from the void.
——This is a dance to commemorate all the destruction of the world in the past, but now he is just a four-pillar holy monk, and he really has no strength to dance anymore.
Suddenly a hoarse and dry female voice sounded in the void: "The Earth God will guard this sacrifice, and when the dance is completed in the future, I will sacrifice it to you all again!"
The drumbeat disappears.
The void, the world, all living beings, and all things are gradually calming down.
Following the instructions from the female voice, the beings in the void stayed there for a moment, then gradually dispersed.
They quickly disappeared without a trace, and no one knew where they came from or where they went.
A moment.
All visions are restored.
Gu Qingshan sat down on the ground slumped, his expression unwilling.
Although the curse was driven away, the injustice in his heart became more and more serious.
Damn it, why can't I even comfort them?
He raised his hands.
His hands couldn't stop shaking, and he couldn't even hold the sword.
As soon as Wu raised his head, all his strength had been completely drained, and he could only sit here reluctantly.
A dry and hoarse female voice quietly sounded:
"You are the last person to inherit the ritual dance. Let me ask you, do you want to finish dancing this ritual dance?"
Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth and said: "I think!"
"Little god, you are too weak. You need to become stronger quickly."
The female voice gradually became illusory and finally disappeared.
