It was getting dark.

I don't know when it began, but the waning moon appeared before the day ended.

The girl dances with a halberd.

The sound of the pipa is intimate.

The sound of the flute echoed.

When did this blurred world come into being?

Looking at all this, there is a feeling of unreality.

Everything seemed to be both agitated and quiet.

Knock, knock, knock.

The girl took one step at a time, turned around and stepped forward, and the halberd in her hand swiped, fixed, rowed, fixed, pierced the sky, and retreated.

This is a footwork that Duan Lizheng has never seen before, and every step is like stepping on a person's heart.

Her expression was calm and focused like never before, and her eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.

Because it is quiet, you can feel the flow of the wind.

So you can hear sounds that you couldn't hear before. The sound of the wind brings distant sounds, the mountains and forests sway, the spring water tinkling, the insects chirp undulating, as if something has passed through thousands of mountains and rivers, and gathered towards the high platform.

Duan Lizheng didn't know if he was the first to notice it.

This was a feeling he had never felt before, and there was a slight change in the Heaven and Earth Yuan Qi that was closely connected with the high-level cultivators, but there was no discomfort in this abnormal movement.

Long and unwilling steps.

Something is gathering.

And the girl on the high platform seemed to be unaware.

Her movements are solemn and simple, as if she is dancing in dialogue with heaven and earth.

"It's ......"

Duan Lizheng woke up like a dream.

Why did he forget?

You don't see it, the wolf smoke in the troubled times is reflected, and the weak crown holds the halberd and dances the long tassel.

The music of the East Yi holds the spear dance, the music of the southwest Yi holds the feather dance, the music of the West Yi holds the halberd dance, and the music of the North Yi performs the dry dance.

The halberd dance is a sacrificial dance.

In ancient times, it was able to go up to the heavens and the dance of the ghosts and gods.

But this ...... Isn't it just a legend?

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened.

The cold light of the halberd in the girl's hand crossed the sky, and the light and shadow were intertwined.

Above the Lethe River, below the mulberry. Half light, half shadow.

At that moment, Duan Lizheng really felt the shaking of the boundary line.

Ripples rippled on the calm waters.

The yellow spring in the interface between the two seems to be rippling.

Zhu Luan stepped forward, and the halberd drew an arc in the sky, and landed with a bang.

"The soul is scattered, and you give it to you."

Zhu Luan groaned softly.

"The soul returns."

Duan Lizheng's eyes widened.

Necromancy!

On the high platform in the distance, the nails in Princess Jinyang's hands were pierced into the flesh, but she didn't seem to be aware of it.

Yes, it's the conjuring.

Princess Yingluan easily does not dance, and she dances all over the world.

This moves the world literally.

The royal sister easily doesn't dance, because when she dances, the movement will be a little big.

Princess Yingluan can only dance one kind of dance, and that is the sacrificial dance of the conjuring spirits.

And I don't know if it's because she has the blood of the four ancient gods, the sacrificial dance danced by her royal sister can really attract souls.

The wind rose on the high platform that had been stagnant.

It was a picture that only children and advanced cultivators could see.

"The ancient battlefield is also often covered by the three armies. Often ghosts cry, and when the sky is cloudy, they smell it. ”

It's really cloudy.

Daylight, dusk, waning moon.

In the midst of all this, those people returned.

Heroic souls who died on the battlefield.

Soldiers wearing armor and holding swords and halberds come from far and near, mighty and majestic.

The breath of iron and blood came from the surface, overwhelming people, if it were not for the almost transparent body, it was really like a real army approaching.

Duan Lizheng could even see the fatal wounds on each soldier's body. See the swords and soldiers stuck in them, and see the history soaked in blood and tears.

Duan Lizheng heard the sound of the people around him fighting.

It is difficult for ordinary people to see such a scene, and the other people are unconscious, and their eyes are still attracted by the increasingly fantastical halberd dance on the high platform, but the two trembles, and the body reacts unconsciously.

This proves that all this is not his delusion.

This thing that does not exist in this world really exists.

Duan Lizheng watched all this in disbelief.

It's all incredible.

At the same time, one of his hearts was also lifted.

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times.

The heroic spirit returns, with tragedy and unwillingness. This large number of conjuring spirits also brings resentment and blood that belong to the battlefield.

Sorrowful mountains, souls are gone.

How should such a scene end?

And who can end it?

The yin wind was blowing, and the mighty heroic spirits came from all directions, heading towards the woman in the center of the high platform!

And the bright eyes of the woman standing on the high platform looked around, like a watery gaze brushing over each heroic spirit.

She can see it!

Duan Lizheng's heart tightened.

The halberd was on the ground, and Zhu Luan's steps tightened, as if he was waiting for something.

Then with a bang, the halberd went straight up, and the girl moved!

The halberd went straight up to the sky, and at the moment of falling, Zhu Luan's left arm was raised high, grabbed the end of the halberd, turned around and swept his legs, pointing straight to the east.

"The soul is back! The East can't hold some up. ”

Then he turned to the south, the tip of the halberd hanging low, but it did not shake at all.

"The soul is back! The South can't stop there. ”

The heroic spirits from the south looked up.

Zhu Luan stared at the tip of the halberd, as if she was the only one in heaven and earth, facing thousands of troops alone.

The tip of the halberd is to the west!

"The soul is back! The harm of the West is a thousand miles of quicksand. ”

The girl sang slowly and charmingly.

"The soul is back! Can't you in the north? Some. ”

The soul from the north was shaken.

Every movement of the girl is steady, accurate, and neat, full of ancient charm.

Bang! The halberd is on the ground again!

It's like a turning point, the girl's movements suddenly open and close, rushing, slashing back, stabbing horizontally, stabbing down, every point of the stage is slashed, and every inch of air is cut!

Duan Lizheng's ears sounded with the sound of crackling flames.

On the high platform, the girl's figure seemed to be wandering around the audience, and in the changing light and shadow, she returned to the center, and the halberd was upside down, and it was inserted into the ground with a bang!

The boy's eyes widened.

This is not Duan Lizheng's delusion.

In an instant, boundless flames engulfed the platform.

And she, standing alone on top of the flame-covered wasteland.

The girl opened her arms.

Close your eyes.

It's like hugging something.

Rags agitated.

The sound of fierce winds, raging flames, and a shocking scene.

"The soul is back! Anti-former residence. Heaven and earth are in all directions, and there are more thieves and treacherous ones. It's like setting up a king's room, quiet and peaceful. The girl chanted, then lowered her head and spoke in a very low voice.

"Everyone, go home."

Go home.

The souls of the soldiers from the south, east, and northwest passed through the raging fire, gradually becoming transparent, and floating into the sky.

A tear rolled down from the corner of Zhu Luan's eyes.

"The Zhanzhan River is full of water, and there is a maple on it. The eyes are extremely thousand, and the heart is sad. The Soul Returns—

Mourning Jiangnan. ”

She finished singing the last line.

Bang.

The pipa broke the string and cried blood.

Zhu Luan pulled out the halberd on the ground, saluted with the halberd, and turned to leave.

It's over.

For a long time no one spoke.

Duan Lizheng looked at the figure of the woman on the stage.

He will always remember this moment.

Remember this dazzling and profound dance.

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