Wu Po Jiuxiao

Fallen gods!

Ye Fantian's heart trembled slightly.

There are many legends about this god, and there was even a trace of records in this ancient history. It is rumored that the other party is the darling of heaven, born with the power of glory, can control the power of light, and release endless Glory, purify this corrupt world.

Light and darkness are always intertwined like twin brothers. Although light seems to be stronger than darkness, the two are not comparable at all. It is as if the relationship between day and night cannot be replaced by each other.

The same is true for the gods. It is rumored that in the last days of the ancient times, after the terrible Hundred Clans War, a dark side appeared in the hearts of countless gods, and then terrible changes occurred.

The gods who were born with snow-white bright wings began to change after being tortured by the demons in their hearts, and one wing was as black as ink.

Corrupted wings were formed.

After the Rotten Tree absorbed the power from the black feathers, it once again fell into a sleepy silence.

This piece of feathers is as black as ink, like black lake water or black spar, and there is a strange aura in the faint light.

Even though the original fluctuation and power were lost, Ye Fantian was secretly surprised by the essential aura.

This piece of feather, shaped like a knife, is extremely sharp, even sharper and stronger than those so-called generals and monarch-level weapons.

"It's just a feather, but it has such a terrifying posture. How terrifying is this fallen god?" Ye Fantian thought in surprise.

As the pace of the two accelerated, and the surrounding forces had already begun to dissipate a lot, so the speed of the two was not too slow.

Dark, sacred, boundless, vast...

As the two moved forward, such and such aura began to fill up immediately, as if the spring between the heaven and the earth began to surge, hanging down and turning into a divine waterfall, covering the sky and covering the earth.

Unmoved, Ye Fantian and Mo Wenqing quickened their pace.

"boom……"

The moment they actually appeared at the destination, the faces of Ye Fantian and Mo Wenqing were already numb.

This is not because it cannot be shocked, nor is it because the heart is calm, but it has entered a state of extreme shock.

A huge figure appeared in front of them.

That figure hangs in the void, occupying the sky. Its huge body is more than ten meters high, as if it is a terrifying holy mech.

The body was locked by the huge chain, and countless cracks appeared on it, and the cracks were filled with energy, as if they had experienced a devastating injury before death.

The eyes were tightly closed together.

The long golden hair fluttered with the wind. Although the opponent didn't have the slightest breath of life, it gave Ye Fantian an extremely strange feeling, as if the body in front of him was not falling, but sleeping.

On the chains, there are spots of rust. At this time, the terrifying posture just now has been completely lost. The multi-colored appearance has completely disappeared, and what is left is only chains that are as ordinary as they are to the greatest extent. Chains like this, It looks nothing like scrap iron.