Heisha and Chen Jin stood on the floating island of the holy city at the edge of the heaven, looking at the towering city temples that guarded all the way to the top of the mountain, which instantly reminded them of the legendary Mount Olympus.
Magnificent and majestic, with each step forward, I felt more and more like an ant spying on the City of Gods.
Then they saw the mountains of corpses outside the city and at the foot of the city walls. Even though they didn't know how long they had been dead, these corpses still exuded a strong smell of blood.
Of course, the most eye-catching thing is the angel corpse that is surrounded by corpses with a blank space in the center. It is torn into two halves, and the flowing black blood and corrupt divine power can be felt. The power comes from the destruction of the world and the death curse of billions of lives.
"Oh! Angel!" What Heisha saw was not only the corpse, but also a spear broken into two pieces next to the corpse. The black sticky blood dyed it black, and Heisha's eyes suddenly lit up. She couldn't help herself when she saw this treasure, but Chen Jin stopped her immediately.
"Stop! It's dangerous!" Chen Jin held her tightly, unsheathed the Wusheng Sword and moved close to the dead zone, but before it entered it, the tip of the sword was contaminated by a black gas, lost control and fell to the ground, Chen Jin's face was pale.
"That's right, don't get close! That's a dead angel, a true mythical being!"
At this time, Fang Xiu suddenly appeared beside the two of them. Fang Xiu picked up the Wusheng Sword on the ground and brushed his hand across the tip of the sword. The traces of contamination on it retreated little by little: "Even a little bit of the power emitted by this corpse is enough to kill the two of you. You have no power to resist. You will die if you get close."
"What do you think this is?"
Fang Xiu took the Wusheng Sword and hit Heisha's head hard with the side of it, causing stars to appear in the head of this forgetful guy.
Then he uttered a sentence seriously: "This is - God!"
"Any corpse here may be older than human civilization!"
Heisha curled his lips and said, "I think he is just guarding the gate for others. In the eyes of his master, he is no different from a cat or a dog. Maybe his status is even lower than mine."
"The one who guards the gate for me is also a fourth-level one! It won't be long before a seventh-level one will have to guard the gate for me... Ouch..."
Fang Xiu hit her head hard again, causing tears to well up in the eyes of this usually cool and tall beauty.
"You bastard, I don't even want to see the gate!"
"Are you still not satisfied with being the Lord of Nether City?"
"Emperor of Heaven, right? I'll give you the position of Lord God, do you want it?"
“Bang!”
After teaching Heisha a lesson, Fang Xiu returned the Wusheng Sword to Chen Jin and walked inside with the two of them.
"You don't want that spear anymore? Maybe it's a divine weapon!"
"Angels don't have a grasp of the laws of the world, so where did this artifact come from? It's not even a seventh-level myth. It's just a sixth-level spear that's broken and completely contaminated. It's useless!"
Walking to the heavy golden gate guarded by two broken golden statues, Fang Xiu waved his hand, and the corpses outside the city disappeared as well. They would be thrown into the Mountain and Sea Realm and integrated into the mountains and rivers of the Mountain and Sea Realm, or into the various ruins.
Fang Xiu walked inside. The thousands of evil spirits had completely dissipated, leaving only skeletons. The corpses were spread all the way up the stairs to the highest temple, and Fang Xiu was also thrown into the mountain and sea world.
In the entire mountain and sea world, there will now be an unknown number of relics above the fourth level.
When they walked through the corridor and entered the highest temple, even Chen Jin opened his mouth wide and kept turning his head to look around.
The bodies of several angels that Fang Xiu had not moved before were still lying here.
Heisha looked in amazement at the throne of gods that was emitting dazzling divine light. Sitting on it, he really had a feeling of looking down on all living beings, high above them. Most importantly, it was very domineering and classy, which was very much to Heisha's taste.
"Find a way to act cute with that guy, and he must give me this throne no matter what!" Heisha looked at the throne with his eyes stunned. He never thought that this throne, which was a hundred meters high, would not have any domineering and divine power if an ordinary person sat on it, except for the body of a god or a giant. It would only make people unable to see you.
Chen Jin looked at the space portals that had not been activated. She had only heard Fang Xiu talk about this kind of thing, and this was the first time she had seen it, and there were so many of them.
Fang Xiu sent the corpses of several angels into the Mountain and Sea Realm, and picked up two long swords emitting faint divine power, a fiery red divine bow, and an exquisite golden wine glass that fell to the ground.
These are the things left behind by the four angels, but they are all sixth-order extraordinary items. Even for seventh-order mythical beings, most of them do not have a seventh-order mythical item, just like all seventh-order wizards do not necessarily have their own floating towers.
Fang Xiu waved his hand, and saw a giant cage slowly appear in the temple. The crow, which was shouting and sticking out its tongue, saw Fang Xiu at this moment, and suddenly crashed into the light film of the giant cage, with its face facing outwards, one eye staring at Fang Xiu.
"Let me out!"
"As a messenger of God, you have abandoned your post and are passive! I will let you suffer a lesson, but if you cooperate with me honestly and answer my questions, I can release you."
Rost Joel the Wind Crow wanted to yell, "I'm not your messenger!"
But even if one is not very smart, after thinking about it, one will know that if one angers this guy who has none of the dignity and bearing of the Lord God, one will probably really be locked up in this cage for the rest of his life.
Fang Xiu asked directly: "How much do you know about the divine weapon?"
Feng Ya took a look and was completely shocked that this Lord God didn't even know what the artifact was. Could this guy be an imposter
But think about it, this is impossible, the time and space mark can't be faked. Feng Ya has been locked up by Fang Xiu for so long, he dare not talk nonsense anymore, and directly said everything he knew: "The reason why the artifact is called a divine artifact is because it is a divine artifact in the hands of God!"
"So you are not the word of God, and it will be useless even if you hold it."
"Once a god loses his authority or dies, the rank of his divine weapon will immediately drop."
Feng Ya thought for a moment and then said, "But artifacts and seventh-level mythical items are different. They are not the same thing."
Fang Xiu frowned. This was the first time he knew this: "Are they different?"
When Feng Ya heard that Fang Xiu really didn't know, he immediately laughed proudly and showed off his profound knowledge: "Of course it's different. There are many mythical items in the Crow's Nest in Clock City. The power of mythical items comes from themselves. It takes unimaginable power and resources to create them. It is even more difficult than for a mortal to become a god."
"Because the power of mythical items comes from themselves, each mythical item is either integrated with a mythical existence, or is itself a mythical life, although not every item has wisdom."
The Wind Crow paced back and forth, pecking at the food. Its chatterbox nature came into play again. It became particularly happy and excited when someone spoke to it, and felt particularly uncomfortable when no one paid attention to it. "But a divine weapon is different. It is more of a carrier of the authority of the gods. Items with the mark of the gods' priesthood are much easier to forge."
"But its power does not come from the artifact itself. When it is actually used, there is basically no difference in power!"
Fang Xiu nodded and looked at Rost Joel with burning eyes. As expected, it was right to keep this wind crow and absolutely could not let it run away.