I Dance as a Great God, so It Makes Sense to Destroy the Extraordinary World, Right?

The strange fog has been revived for hundreds of years, and there are many extraordinary systems. Ancient martial arts, qi refining, Taoist talisman painting, Western magic, Miao Gu magic, all of them are fascinating. Everyone is convinced that performing the old feudal dregs of dancing, mourning, and performing yangko will lead to pure death in order to fight evil spirits. Until Chen Ye, carrying Wenwang drum and beating gongs, appeared at the scene of the strange incident. The fierce ghost in red killed three people in a row, and the Evil Suppression Department was helpless? Hu Xian was invited to play a wonderful tune, and the old man held his pipe in his mouth and slapped it away: How big of a deal is it, is the roast chicken enough? Massive corpse fraud in funeral parlors, flooding the streets with corpses? Hundreds of people stepped into the Yangko formation, red silk flew, and the walking corpses collectively swayed to the spot and stood there. The Taoist saint is condescending: How dare you enter the palace even if you are a heretic? Chen Ye called out Emperor Guan's shadow on the spot and struck out with the Qinglong Yanyue Sword: "Say it again?" Su Qingyuan started: Feudal and superstitious bloggers must be closely monitored. Later: Xianjia, please take it easy, the offerings have been prepared, Chen Ye, please sing a few lines quickly! Everyone slowly discovered that there were rules of belief above the aura. Thousands of years of folk customs and the incense of thousands of families are the core foundation of this land. From guarding a small town, to suppressing the world's evils, from the ancient mysteries, to enlightening the gods in the sea of ​​​​stars. Someone pointed at his nose and cursed: Does a master of dancing deserve to be called extraordinary? Chen Ye knocked on King Wen's drum and smiled. I am a great dancer, so it makes sense to destroy the extraordinary world, right?