The sky is getting darker and night falls.

Dance is dancing.

The music continues.

The Gatling barrel in the skeletons' hands was already red.

If you slow down the time, you will see short lines of fire flying out of the gun barrel, penetrate the bodies of the undead, hitting hard on the dark wall, and bursting bursts of bursts of flames.

The sparks of killing bloom in full swing!

The lines formed by dense firepower are like spiders' webs. All the dead spirits that fall into it will be gone, turning into a pile of bones, kneeling on the ground and repent piously.

roar!!!

In the sky, the dragon kept roaring.

The bright light flew up from the River of Death and then gathered into a waterfall of light, which fell straight on Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan's dance steps were not stopping, and he waved his hands and shouted:

"I want them all to be bombarded into the sky!"

The skeletons dropped the Gatling machine guns one after another and took out a single combat bazooka from behind.

Cannonballs fly across

boom!!!

Amid the violent roar, countless undead were blown away in the air and fell on the River of Death.

When they were hit, they changed the belongings of the world and now they cannot fall into the river of death at all.

Looking at Gu Qingshan, who was standing in the middle of the stage, carrying a silver steel cannon on his shoulder and a lead box the size of a kettle in his hand, he was in a brief hesitation.

Should we use electromagnetic rail guns or nuclear bombs?

The nuclear bomb pollution is too serious...

But the undead in the River of Death should not be afraid of this pollution.

Gu Qingshan was playing and thinking silently.

The situation is quite special now.

Even if Gatlin and rocket launchers were used, there were more than a billion undead in the entire River of Death, and they could not be killed in one go.

Now that he has saved people, he has snatched a batch of undead from the other party, and it is enough.

It is the main thing to leave quickly when the dance is over.

but……

If you want to escape, you have to create some sensation to distract the other party.

Then use a nuclear bomb.

Gu Qingshan made a decision and asked quietly at the void: "Madam, what should I do if my six dead souls are done when the dance is over?"

The hoarse female voice said: "Don't worry, they will be killed by your enemies, and then be reborn in the six Yellow Springs fragment worlds closest to here, you can sense them at that time."

Gu Qingshan was slightly stunned and was overjoyed.

This is equivalent to helping yourself find a world of fragments of the Yellow Springs!

He flipped his hand and the rail cannon disappeared immediately.

The rapid street dance melody sounded, and Gu Qingshan followed the music to make a Thomas full spin on the ground, cut out a pit and buried the nuclear bomb underground.

Click!

A slight start sounded.

A row of countdowns emerged on the nuclear mine:

“01:00”

“01:59”

“01:58”

Last minute!

At this time, the music began to become more and more exciting.

The whole dance will come to an abrupt end in the most outstanding part.

But no one knows this except Gu Qingshan.

Gu Qingshan flew into the sky and stood side by side with the Dragon of Death.

"Fatty, I'm ready to withdraw." He said in a voice transmission.

The Dragon of Death opened his eyes wide and glanced at him unexpectedly.

Isn't this a joy? What are you going?

Its eyes clearly conveyed this meaning.

Gu Qingshan had no choice but to send a message again: "The dance is almost over, and it will be too late if you don't leave."

The Dragon of Death then understood.

Gu Qingshan told it while interspersing a mechanical dance, his hands kept waving, and his whole body was like a bird.

When the undead saw him standing with the Dragon of Death and were still making strange movements, they couldn't help but feel a trembling in their hearts.

One person, one dragon.

Are they going to do something together?

Just as he was thinking, he heard the giant dragon roaring in the air:

"Humble undead, we have completed the warm-up, and we will bring you new surprises right away!"

warm up?

Could it be that the weird and irresistible attack just now was just a warm-up?

The undead looked at the sky.

An astonishing murderous aura emanated from the giant dragon.

It seems to be brewing something.

broken!

There is no doubt that a bigger storm is about to strike

I don’t know who led the lead, but in the river of death, the undead retreated in a mess.

Even the White Flame Skeleton and Atley retreated to the edge of the dark wall.

There is really no way, this kid is too unexpected.

If that dragon is added, no one knows what will happen next.

"Stop it! Block it for me! My power can no longer be wasted!"

The White Flame Skeleton roared.

Layered undeads stood in front of it.

At this moment, the music suddenly stopped.

A layer of white mist appeared on Gu Qingshan.

Immediately afterwards, the giant dragon, which was hundreds of meters long, suddenly shrank sharply and turned into a fat man.

The fat man put his hand on Gu Qingshan's shoulder.

The white mist rotates.

The two disappeared immediately.

At this node, the music gradually weakens and heads towards the end.

The undead who were busy hiding slowly stopped.

What?

Leaving?

The music hasn't stopped yet, but they actually left?

The White Flame Skeleton waved: "Impossible! The entire Doomsday Cemetery has been completely sealed by me with a barrier. Even the world-level teleportation magic can't be teleported out at all!"

Atley thought back and forth and laughed: "Their power is used up. This time, I want to see where they can hide."

The words fell.

Under the land where the dance troupe is located, the numbers on the outer display screen of the nuclear bomb are still walking.

“00:02”
To be continued...