The lake is scattered with 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 have six wings and eight wings on their backs. , statues of ten-winged and even twelve-winged angels.

These statues were supposed to be white. The 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 dusty like 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 wall, 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! Besides, not necessarily death!" said Seren, gritting his teeth, staggering out of the lake, and staggering down the sticky water to the stone steps. At this time, the energy in his body has been swallowed up by the dark aura, and he only retains his original ** function, and all his actions can only rely on two legs.

Looking up at the stone steps, the dense thousands of stone steps are so hateful in the eyes of Sairen at this time, each stone step is more than one meter high, the height of this Min thousand stone steps is nearly 10,000 meters, Sairen thinks that he wants to climb such a high stone step in his current state, he has a feeling of wanting to cry without tears.

"Climb, climb, hey, there's nowhere else to go. Sairen comforted himself very bitterly, he didn't look at the bronze ancient sword in his hand, this sword 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, just give me a chance to turn over,." No, I will leave the women of your clan, the Roman slave girl is very popular in the noble circle of the Earth Federation!"

The body came into contact with the stone steps, and Sairen comforted himself with bitterness: "Look, look, the sacred runes carved on these stone steps! Hey, they are all precious metals, but unfortunately, after being eroded by this black qi for so many years, these runes are all broken." ”

Silver is often used to make all kinds of holy light artifacts, and here it is carved into countless runes from pure silver and set in stone. All the runes are powerful gods such as 'sealing, purifying, expelling evil, etc., and more gods are not recognized, but looking at the complex patterns of these gods, it is conceivable that their power will only be stronger.

Digging his fingers into a piece of the divine text that represented the dissolution of original sin, the cyclon shook his head with a smile. These silvers have been corroded by the dark evil force to change their nature, and at this time, they have become like rotten wood, and when they grasp it, it is black dust all over the palms of their hands, and they also smell a faint uncomfortable smell in their noses.

"Such a big stroke, what is Yulai doing here?" said to himself as Sairen climbed.

The dark power has begun to erode Sairen's **, 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, 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 skin as white as snow turned black, his pale silver head also turned black, and his eyes turned into pitch-black crystals, only the center of his eyebrows and heart were still about a touch of flesh color.

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 I'm going to die, I'm going to see what the hell is here!"

He felt that his mind was about to pass out, and he simply slammed his head on the stone steps, knocking his head and bleeding, and the black blood dripping from his chin. The pain sobered 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 bang, and Sairen swooped forward with the momentum, and his body rolled and slipped into a huge hall.

This hall is circular, 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.

Bright sunlight poured down from a round of red sun carved in the dome, and near the red sun, there were dozens of handsome angels with twelve golden wings on their backs. They emitted a faint white light all over their bodies, and they 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 temple, there are more than 1,000 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 head 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 deep 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 sounded directly in Sairen's mind from the middle of the hall. He had never heard this language before, but he understood what he meant.

In the middle of the hall, the black demon that was ten 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. 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 kept snorting from his body, and the lightsaber and chains penetrated his body, and a faint black smoke continued to rise from the wound, which was the source of the violent demonic energy in the temple. Kan Hua can imagine the severe pain of being penetrated like this, but on this angel's face, he can't see the slightest pain."

"A weak one ... The angel stared at the Seren, and suddenly laughed, "Why can such a weak person come here?"

Sairen struggled to his feet, using the last bit of strength to stand up straight. He looked at the black angel and said in a low voice: "Because this planet is now ours!"

Raising his eyebrows in surprise, the black-winged angel said with a smile: "Oh, has this planet been occupied by you? So, the war between our clan and the cultivators is ultimately won by the cultivators?"

The war between the angels and the cultivators? The 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.

"Hmm, you don't know about the war between our people and the cultivators?" the black-winged angel looked at Sairen in surprise: "When I was sealed by those stupid elders, they seemed to be retreating! Shaking his head, the black-winged angel frowned, "But you don't know anything about that war?"

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 hot current rushing into his body, so hot that it was like burnt molten iron, and he was 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.

Sairen clenched his fists, and when his five fingers contracted sharply, he brought a small burst of qi, and his body function increased to an incredible extent, and this feeling was completely indescribable. Strength, an abundant sense of power, a sense of power that is enough to destroy the heavens and the earth, this is a sense of control that is enough to control the heavens and the earth, and to destroy everything wantonly.

Sairen took a deep breath, and he looked at the Blackwinged Angel in surprise. It's just a stream of air that he shoots out at random, so how strong is this guy in front of him?

The Black-winged Angel smiled very gently, 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.

"I'm from the Earth Federation, and this planet is now 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, the Ancient Evil Dust Appears Heavenly Star, and Andre is lucky to appear Thirteen Consecutive Stars, and the two countries are fighting here to tell the Black-Winged Angel.

The black-winged angel stared at the dome of the hall for a while, and after a long time, he muttered in a low voice: "So, they are all dead? all dead?

With a grinning expression that didn't know whether to laugh or cry, the black-winged angel looked at the cyren and said, "My name is... My name is... 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... Sorry, I forgot 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 was born a long, long time ago. In this auspicious galaxy of thirteen consecutive years, on the thirteenth holy orb, a fourteenth generation of two-winged light angels were born, and his parents gave him the name Menemo, which in the language of the angel people means 'happiness and good 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 angels, and he was immediately elected to the Bright Sanctuary of the Angelic Clan" to become a member of the Glorious Light Angels.

Happiness and a happy love" Menemo's parents' good wishes for him soon came true, and he met a beautiful girl who was also a seraphim, and the two fell in love.

But Menemo didn't know that this Seraphim was born with six wings, "She is the youngest descendant of a pair of second-generation Templar Grand Elders among the Angel Clan!"

A humble fourteenth-generation little angel and a noble three-generation seraphim fell in love! It caused an uproar among the angel clansmen who were extremely strict in class and strata, and some long-hidden angels of the first generation and the second generation of angels appeared one after another, and they angrily accused this kind of original sin of being disrespectful, lawless, violating tradition, and betraying the ancestral rules of the angel clan. More of the three generations of male angels who fell in love with the angel girl used the strength of their own family to frantically suppress and exclude Menemo.

Easily, Menemo was forced to separate from his lover.

Where the process ... Menemo didn't seem to want to say more, but his lover was married to a well-connected third-generation angel, and he was assigned to join the expedition to find a new place to live for the newly-born fourteenth, fifteenth, and even lower-status angels.

After searching for everything in space and experiencing countless risks, Menemo found a perfect planet, the Paradise Star, which was called the Wandering Immortal Star by those cultivators. 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 degree of cultivation is faster, and the combination of light and dark power can promote Menemo's cultivation even more, and he has been promoted to the realm of the ten-winged angel in just over a hundred years.

Later, the war, between the angels and the monks, broke out. As a member of the Angel Clan, Menemo joined the war without hesitation. Relying on his powerful strength and strange energy attributes, Menemo made great achievements and quickly rose to prominence among the angels, possessing a large subordinate army.

In the face of the overwhelming attack of the cultivator Tarzan, Menemo generously taught his subordinates the secret method of cultivation, 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 do everything they could to protect him, support him, and protect him!

He gave everything for these brothers, and these brothers did anything for him.

Menemo and his followers became stronger and stronger, and their merits became greater and greater, and finally one day, Menemo became one of the most important giants of the Angel Clan, and at this time, the almost terrifying cultivators had already approached the Thirteen Consecutive Stars, and they were about to attack the Thirteen Consecutive Stars Domain.

At this critical juncture, strange changes were made, Menemo and his brothers had their wings turned black, their heads 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 hate all darkness, and they can't stand the presence of such an anomaly among their own people!

Under the secret planning of all generations of angels, a bloody purge explodes.