The lake emits a faint black light, through which you can vaguely see that the lake is surrounded by unfathomable cliffs, and there are huge statues on the high cliffs, all of which are statues of six-winged, eight-winged, ten-winged and even twelve-winged angels.
These statues were supposed to be as white as snow and emitted bright holy light, but under the erosion of dark energy for many years, the statues that Sairen saw at this time had become gray and no different from stones, and the white light emitted from the statues was even fainter like fireflies in the sun.
On the left-hand side of Sairen, on the rock wall that is flush with the lake, a staircase with a width of several hundred meters and a height of more than a meter has been carved out of it.
On either side of the staircase stand numerous statues of angels.
These statues, like the statues on the stone walls, were originally supposed to emit white holy light from their entire bodies, but now they are as black as ink, and the evil light emitted from their bodies is already pitch black, and they are no longer as brilliant as they used to be.
"Death is death, and besides, not necessarily death," Sayren gritted his teeth, and he staggered to his feet from the lake, dragging muddy water and staggering to the stone steps.
At this time, the energy in his body had been swallowed up by the dark aura, and he only retained his original functions, and all his actions could only rely on two legs.
Looking up at the stone steps, thousands of stone steps are so hateful in the eyes of Sairen at this time, each stone step is more than one meter high, and the height of these thousands of stone steps is nearly 10,000 meters.
"Climb, crawl, hey, there's nowhere else to go."
Sairen comforted himself very bitterly, and he looked at the bronze ancient sword in his hand, which was also a big burden for him at this time.
In desperation, he could only put the sword on the steps and slowly climbed up the stone steps.
Sweating like rain, when Sairen crawled, he felt that every cell in his body was wailing, and severe pain hit all over his body, and a burst of dizziness made him want to sleep like this.
Gritting his teeth, Sairen cursed in a brutal low voice: "Nightcrawler, Black Sorkin, as long as I am given a chance to turn over, I will definitely not kill them all, I will leave the women of your clan, the Roman slave girl is very popular in the aristocratic circle of the Earth Federation" The body made contact with the stone steps, and Sairen comforted himself with bitterness: "Look, look, the sacred runes carved on these stone steps are all rare metals, but unfortunately, they have been eroded by this black gas for so many years, and these runes are all broken." ” Silver is often used to make various holy light artifacts, and here it is carved into countless runes from pure silver and inlaid in stone.
All the runes are powerful divine texts such as sealing, purifying, and expelling evil, and more divine texts are not recognized, but looking at the complex patterns of these divine inscriptions, it is conceivable that their power will only be more powerful.
Digging his fingers into a piece of the divine text that represented the dissolution of original sin, the cynon shook his head with a smile.
These silvers have been corrupted by the dark evil force and changed their surnames, and at this time they have become like rotten wood, and when they grasp it with one claw, it is black dust all over the palms, and there is also a faint uncomfortable smell in the nose.
"What is this big deal for?"
said to himself as he climbed.
The dark power has begun to erode Sairen, and Sairen just instinctively took out the life-saving pill from the storage bag wrapped around his waist and stuffed it into his mouth, so that the medicinal power of the pill and the dark power collided and melted with each other, barely keeping his mind clear and barely keeping his body moving.
At the beginning, Sairen had to swallow a handful of pills when he climbed more than a dozen steps, and when he got to the back, he had to swallow a handful of pills every time he climbed two steps.
The dark power is getting stronger and stronger, and more and more dark power is constantly eroding Sairen's body.
Gradually, Sairen's white skin turned black, his pale silver hair also turned black, his eyes turned into pitch-black crystals, and only his eyebrows and heart were faintly visible with a touch of flesh.
A handful of pills, a handful of pills, a handful of pills, with the support of the pills, Sairen climbed up with difficulty.
When he was about to climb to the top of the stone steps, the elixir in the Sairen storage bag had been swallowed.
At this time, even this lightweight storage bag was an unbearable burden for Sairen, and he untied the storage bag with great difficulty and threw it backwards indiscriminately.
The storage bag flew lightly, and landed beside the bronze ancient sword at the bottom of the stone steps.
"Hold on, it's coming, even if it's going to die, I'm going to see what the hell is here" Cyren let out a grotesque laugh, and he felt that his sanity was about to pass out, so he simply slammed his head on the stone steps, knocking his head and bleeding, black blood dripping from his chin.
The pain brought him up a little, and he let out a hideous laugh, and with all his strength he suddenly jumped to his feet, finally jumping up the last few steps before his breath ran out.
There was a sound of bones, and Sairen pounced forward with the momentum, and his body rolled and slipped into a huge hall.
The hall is circular in shape, with a diameter of more than 3,000 meters, and a large circular dome with a height of 1,000 meters.
Snow-white domes, snow-white walls, snow-white floors.
I don't know what material this temple is made of, but the ubiquitous dark energy that has eroded this underground cavern can't cause any damage to the temple itself.
The clear sunlight sprinkled down from a round of red wings carved on the dome, and near the red sky were dozens of handsome angels with twelve golden wings on their backs.
They emitted a faint white light all over their bodies, and they stubbornly suppressed a dark aura in the hall that was moving and writhing like a divine dragon, forcing this dark aura to not survive in the hall, and could only spray outward along the door of the hall.
On the walls of the hall are more than a thousand tall seraphim statues.
The statues, all carved from white spars, are armed with huge cross-shaped swords with hilts and hands resting on their chests, the tips of which point to the sky.
On the cross-shaped hilt of each huge longsword, a fallen angel with black wings on his back and black hair and eyes was locked with chains that constantly emitted white light.
These fallen angels, who are more than eight meters tall and have at least eight black wings on their backs, have their eyes closed peacefully, as if they have fallen into a perpetual sleep.
A large hole cracked near their heart, as if something had flown out of their bodies.
Sairen shook his head vigorously, and he raised his hand and began to count how many angel statues there were, and how many fallen angels were locked here.
A hoarse and low voice sounded from the middle of the hall: "Don't count, it's a total of one thousand nine hundred and seventy-three dark angels."
This voice came from the middle of the hall, but it sounded directly in Sairen's head.
He had never heard this language before, but he understood what he meant.
In the middle of the hall, the black demonic qi that was tens of meters thick and writhed wildly like a mad dragon gradually dissipated, and a black throne with a height of more than thirty meters gradually appeared.
The throne is carved out of black translucent crystals, and countless angels are carved into the battle against each other.
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A black-winged angel with a height of nearly 100 meters and twelve broken wings behind him sat on the throne, and dozens of huge white lightsabers sank into his body from all directions, nailing him firmly to the throne.
Shoulders, waist, spine, knees, seven white chains pierced the body of the black-winged angel, and the other end of the chains sank into the floor of the temple, and I didn't know where the end was.
These chains and white lightsabers were the same as the temple itself, and although they had withstood the erosion of the dark aura for countless years, they were still bright and white, and they still emitted a strong holy light.
The black-winged angel continued to sneer, lightsabers and chains pierced his body, and faint black smoke continued to rise from near the wound, which was the source of the violent demonic energy in the temple.
Zhan Hua could imagine the sharp pain of being penetrated like this, but on this angel's face, there was no pain at all.
"A weak human" The Black-Winged Angel stared at Sairen and suddenly laughed sneeringly: "Such a weak person, why can you come here" Sairen struggled to his feet, using the last bit of strength to stand up straight.
He looked at the black-winged angel and said in a low voice: "Because this planet is now ours" Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the black-winged angel smiled and said, "Oh, this planet is occupied by you, then, the war between our clan and the cultivators, in the end, the cultivators won."
The angels and the cultivators' war cyrens had no idea what the black-winged angel was talking about.
He stared blankly at the black-winged angel and shook his head with difficulty.
"Well, you don't know about the war between our clan and the cultivators" The black-winged angel looked at Sairen in surprise: "When I was sealed by those stupid elders, they seemed to be losing hehehe, after so many years, they shouldn't be able to bear it, because even the guards guarding here have been transferred, and they should not be in a good situation." ” Shaking his head, the black-winged angel frowned and said, "But you don't know the war at all, tell me, where did you come from, and what is the situation outside" Sairen opened his mouth and was about to speak, but the dark energy in his body had invaded his brain, and he almost fell to the ground in front of him.
The black-winged angel was startled, he glared at Sairen fiercely, and suddenly a dark aura erupted from his eyes, rushing straight into Sairen's body.
Ah, Sairen only felt a blazing torrent rushing into his body, as hot as molten iron, burning him all over his body in severe pain.
In the blink of an eye, this wild current turned into a cold and biting cold current, freezing him all over, as if every cell in his body was about to be frozen to pieces.
Just when Sairen thought that he was about to be tortured to death by this strange energy, this energy had turned into a warm, soft, quiet and quiet heat stream like a mother's embrace, slowly flowing through his body.
Relaxed, comfortable, and powerful like never before.
Sairen clenched his fists, and when his five fingers shrank sharply, he brought a small burst of air.
The sensation of increasing bodily function to an incredible extent is completely indescribable.
Strength, a sense of abundant power, a sense of power that is enough to destroy the world, a sense of control that is enough to control the heavens and the earth, to destroy everything wantonly.
Sairen took a deep breath, and he looked at the Blackwinged Angel in surprise.
It's just that the air flow he shot out at random is so powerful, so how strong is this guy in front of him The black-winged angel smiled very gently at Sairen, and he said lightly: "Tell me everything, how you got here, what is going on outside, tell me." ” Shaking his head bitterly, the black-winged angel sighed softly, "I've been sealed here for too long, too long. ” Sairen calmed down for a moment, he looked at the face of the black-winged angel, sorted out his thoughts for a while, and said, "I am from the Earth Federation, this planet, and now it is the battlefield of our war. ” Sairen is articulate, and he narrates the war between the Earth Federation and the Roman Kingdom, and the cause and effect are clear.
Among them, Gu Xichen discovered the Heavenly Star, Andre was lucky to find the Thirteen Consecutive Stars, and the two countries fought here to tell the Black-Winged Angel.
The black-winged angel stared at the dome of the temple for a while, and after a long time, he muttered in a low voice: "Speaking of which, they are all dead and all dead, and they are so fucking perfect."
With a grinning expression that didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the black-winged angel looked at the cyren and said, "I call me my name is" After looking up and pondering for a while, the black-winged angel said slowly: "My name, Dark Angel Lord Menemo, as for my surname, I'm sorry, I forgot it too. ” The corners of his mouth drooped downward, Menemo coughed a few times, and he whispered, "Whether you want to listen or not, I'll tell you a story." ” The story takes place a long, long time ago.
In this auspicious galaxy of thirteen stars, on the thirteenth planet, a fourteenth generation of two-winged light angels was born, and his parents gave him the name Menemo, which in the language of the angel people means happiness and happy love.
Menemo is undoubtedly a genius, although he is a weak fourteenth generation angel, although he has not received the inheritance of a high angel, but he relied on his own comprehension, and after just a few hundred years, he was suddenly promoted to the powerful Seraphim.
This miracle shocked all the high-ranking angels, and he was immediately elected to the Church of Light of the Angel Clan, becoming a member of the Glorious Light Angels.
Happiness and a happy love, Menemo's parents' good wishes for him soon come true, he meets a beautiful girl who is also a seraphim, and the two fall in love.
Unbeknownst to Menemo, however, this Seraphim was born with six wings—she was the youngest descendant of a pair of second-generation Templar elders among the Angel Clan The love between a humble fourteenth-generation cherub and a noble third-generation seraphim caused an uproar among the extremely strict class and class of the angel clan, and those long-hidden angels of the first generation and the second generation of angels appeared one after another, and they angrily accused this original sin of disrespect, lawlessness, violation of tradition, and betrayal of the ancestral rules of the angel clan.
More three generations of male angels who fell in love with the angel girl used the strength of their own family to launch a crazy suppression and exclusion of Menemo.
Easily, Menemo was forced to separate from his lover.
Menemo didn't seem to want to say more, but his lover was married to a well-connected third-generation angel, and he was sent to join the expedition to find a new place to live for the newly-born angels of the fourteenth and fifteenth generations, and even the lower ones.
After searching for space and experiencing countless risks, when his teammates were lost in dangerous space, Menemo found a perfect planet, the Heavenly Star, which is what those cultivators call the Wandering Immortal Star.
Luckily, the first ascetic Menemo met was a benevolent Buddhist practitioner.
The Buddha was about to become nirvana, and before he turned into a rainbow, he passed on his mantle to Menemo.
An angel began to practice Buddhism, and what is even more incredible is that Menemo realized the way of the cycle of life and death from the scriptures left by the Buddha, and he broke through the power of the holy light that the angel people were born with, and also comprehended the dark power that is opposed to the light.
Compared with the power of light, the power of darkness is more lethal and the speed of cultivation is faster, and the combination of light and dark power can promote Menemo's cultivation even more, and he has ascended to the realm of the ten-winged angel in just over a hundred years.
Later, wars, wars between angels and monks, broke out.
As a member of the Angel Clan, Menemo joined the war without hesitation.
Relying on his powerful strength and strange energy caste, Menemo made great achievements and quickly rose to prominence among the angels, with a large subordinate army.
In the face of the overwhelming attack of the cultivator Tarzan, Menemo generously taught his cultivation secret method to his subordinates, so that he had a group of loyal brothers who could die for him, a group of brothers who could block the sword for him on the battlefield, and could use everything they could to protect him, support him, and protect his life and death brothers He gave everything for these brothers, and these brothers did anything for him.
Menemo and his followers grew stronger and stronger, and finally one day, Menemo became one of the most important giants of the Angel Clan.
And at this time, the cultivators who were almost terrifying were already in the thirteenth consecutive star, and they were about to attack the thirteenth consecutive star field.
At this critical juncture, strange changes took place, Menemo and his brothers had their wings turned black, their hair turned black, and their eyes turned black.
Even the holy light they emitted was transformed into the color of the night.
The angels born from the stars abhorred all darkness, and they could not tolerate the presence of such an anomaly among their people Under the secret planning of all generations of angels, a bloody purge broke out.
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