The festival dance officially began.

In the dark, a wonderful feeling soaked Gu Qingshan's thoughts.

It dawned on him that this was an opportunity.

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

The drum beats.

Gu Qingshan's heart had the first enlightenment.

It turns out that the gods are the condensers and masters of the rules.

Bringing together a rule and making it powerful enough to control everything that has to do with that rule.

For example-

The first rule that the Huangquan Ghost King has is to command the dead.

The first rule that the god of the earth has is to command all the things that are hidden in the earth.

When the two rules came together, they obtained a divine skill exclusive to Gu Qingshan.

- Ritual Dance: Call of Sleep.

Now, the Twelve War Angels have come behind him, ready to fight for him.

The world revealed its truth in front of Gu Qingshan.

"Up!"

Gu Qingshan waved his sword.

Twelve angels rushed forward, unleashed their greatest power, and wrestled with the invisible curse on the suspended bridge.

They are the strongest, destroying vast swaths of invisible monsters with a single hand.

Gu Qingshan glanced at it, shook his head and thought lightly: "Not enough." ”

He began to dance the sword.

The glimmer of light on Gu Qingshan's body extended to the long sword, swinging out a round of graceful arc-shaped brilliance.

The killing intent on the long sword was gone, but it showed a certain compassion and heaviness.

"All here."

He whispered.

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

The remains of these angels sped through the sky and crashed onto the suspended bridge.

They drew their weapons and fought against the invisible monsters.

Thundered!

The world could not withstand such an intense battle, and let out a violent groan.

The next moment.

Mountains in the distance began to collapse.

The earth sinks.

The stars are falling.

The world is shaking.

Gu Qingshan held a long sword in his hand, his steps were light, and he danced with elegant sword rays.

Suddenly, a new realization arises.

- 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 embodiment of all sources.

The concept of the earth was extended.

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

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

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

"The earth is the body, and the body is the rule." Gu Qingshan said in a low voice.

The long sword fluttered and flickered, instantly drawing spiritual light in the void.

- Ritual Dance: Rebirth.

The bodies of the twelve angels suddenly regained their integrity, and their arrogance soared.

The holy radiance radiated from behind their bones, and they seemed to be restored to their peak state.

The angels rush forward and fight the invisible monsters non-stop.

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 Divine Heaven World began to crumble.

All the living people are sprinkled into the void with the dregs of the world.

Only the suspension bridge and the church are still standing.

On the suspended bridge, an anxious voice shouted:

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

All the invisible monsters gathered together and let out a loud shout: "Wind of Turmoil! ”

A gale blows.

This is the wind that destroys all things.

The twelve angels struggled to resist the wind of chaos, but their bodies gradually became damaged by the wind.

Gu Qingshan's eyes were still closed.

Everything is born from the sacrificial dance.

Come, let me know the truth about the festival.

Let me know what this is all about.

Where did this dance come from?

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

While!

A clear knocking sound arose from the long sword and gradually spread into the void turbulence.

Ritual Dance: Call of Sleep!

With the understanding of the rules, this time it's not just the summoning of the remains of the angels.

In the turbulent void of hundreds of millions of miles, the bodies of all souls who had passed away opened their eyes.

A monster as big as the stars.

Bugs as small as dust.

Floating unknown corpses.

All of them are coming towards the Divine Heaven.

They circled in the sky, hurriedly circling back and forth, as if waiting for something.

The Twelve Angels tried their best to resist the winds of calamity.

Gradually, they became overwhelmed.

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

These beings of unknown origin have never appeared in the history of the nine-million-story world.

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

All the beings surrounded the void, quietly staring at Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan still closed his eyes and remained silent.

— until the last moment.

He opened his eyes and pinched a strange handprint.

The twelve angels immediately stopped resisting the winds of calamity and flew back behind him.

Gu Qingshan said softly: "Sacrifice." ”

The twelve angels shouted in unison, "Sacrifice! ”

In the turbulent flow of the void, countless beings shouted loudly together: "Sacrifice! ”

The shouts rise and fall like a song, forming a melody of its own, as if full of tragedy.

At this time, the invisible curse on the suspended bridge is a little glaring.

All beings in the void looked towards the Hanging Bridge.

The invisible curse suddenly let out an ear-piercing scream.

"The Sacrifice of the World...... Damn ......"

"Run......

The wind protrudes.

Hula –

A huge, invisible thing escaped from the suspended bridge.

It left the Divine Heaven World and did not know where it went.

Gu Qingshan squinted, a little regretful.

He took a step back and stepped lightly.

It was clearly empty, but his feet were on the ground.

- The entire Divine Heaven World was suddenly restored again.

All the buildings, mountains, rivers, and mud grew peacefully, and the earth supported Gu Qingshan's feet.

Where the gods of the earth are, there will be the earth.

"I finally get it."

Gu Qingshan sighed lightly and muttered, "The dance of the earth gods, the world is born according to the void, and it can sacrifice all the spirits of the world that have been destroyed by the apocalypse. ”

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

They are huge, human-like, with claw-like limbs and no face.

They all looked at Gu Qingshan, as if they were waiting for something.

- These are the destroyed worlds, the remnants of the souls of the world.

Yes, in his eyes, the remnants of the will of the world are also screaming.

Gu Qingshan's expression was complicated, and he took a light step.

This time.

His strength is too weak, and there is no way to complete this memorial dance.

I don't even know what will happen after the festival is successfully completed.

- But you have to make them understand one thing.

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

Yes, one day, you can do it yourself.

Gu Qingshan let out a long groan and danced with his sword.

His movements were slow and heavy.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

The desolate sound of the drums was deafening, but unexpectedly refreshing.

Gu Qingshan's two swords came out together, dancing slowly.

Clusters of dim light appeared one after another, twinkling around him like stars.

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

He suddenly let out a shout: "The past worlds are gone!" ”

The Twelve Angels cried out, "The world is destroyed!" ”

In the turbulent flow of the void, countless beings mourned together: "Annihilation! ”

Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth, jumped into the air, and shouted again: "The end is coming again, you are waiting for the battle or not!" ”

There was a breath in the void.

It seemed that all emotions erupted with the voice, and the spirits of the remnants of the world shouted together: "Fight! ”

Gu Qingshan stood in the void, gasping loudly.

Just jumping to this extent, all his strength is consumed.

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

- This is a dance to commemorate all the world-destroying in the past, and he is now just a four-pillar holy realm monk, and he really doesn't have the strength to dance anymore.

A hoarse and dry female voice suddenly sounded in the void: "The earth god keeps this sacrifice, and when the dance is completed in the coming day, he will sacrifice to you again!" ”

The drumming disappeared.

The void, the world, all beings, all things, everything gradually calmed down.

At the command of the female voice, those beings in the void were reluctant to guard for a moment, but they gradually dispersed.

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

Suddenly.

All visions were calm.

Gu Qingshan sat down on the ground in a daze, his face unwilling.

Although he drove away the curse, the grievance in his heart grew more and more.

Damn, why can't I even appease them?

He raised his hands.

His hands trembled uncontrollably, and he couldn't even hold his sword.

Wu had just started to get up, and all his strength had been completely drained, and he could only barely sit here at the moment.

The dry and hoarse female voice quietly sounded:

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

Gu Qingshan gritted his teeth and said, "Yes!" ”

"Little god, you are too weak, you have to become stronger quickly."

The female voice gradually became illusory, and finally disappeared.