"The fallen throne, the feathers of fallen angels, right, not only the fallen feathers of fallen angels, but also a large number of other fierce birds, and even the feathers of divine birds. This breath is an innate spiritual treasure, and it is not ordinary The innate spiritual treasure is the destiny magic treasure of the fallen Son. It is very strong, and it is absolutely beyond imagination. "

Yi Tianxing felt that the congenital yin and yang eyes spied quickly into the fallen throne. The magic light emanating from the throne can hardly discern even the yin and yang eyes. It is conceivable how powerful it is.

However, some messages were spied.

This throne, it seems, is made of countless tadpoles. Each one is quite terrible. The number of tadpoles in it is very large. It can be distinguished only by Yitianxing, and there is a phoenix. Feathers, feathers of green pheasants, feathers of white cranes, feathers of peacocks, feathers of beasts, feathers of birds of prey, feathers of thunder eagles, etc. There are many kinds, at a glance, I am afraid there are hundreds, thousands.

How many are there, I am afraid that no one can tell except the fallen Son.

Converging into this throne is not only full of mystery, but also natural, like a truly perfect work of art. No flaws, perfect. Feather magpies, edging the sharp edge, if it were not the master, other people would sit up and be instantly pierced by a pupa hole, strangling into a mass of rotten meat on the spot. Really terrible. These feathers are not a mouthful of endless swords.

In fact, it does.

Naturally, this fallen throne can become the destiny of the fallen saint. It is not so simple.

At the beginning, it was just a treasure of heaven and earth, and the embryo was just a chaotic chalcedony. This chalcedony has a strong plasticity, which can be shaped into any kind of magic weapon of the gods with the will, and, among them, the corresponding innate laws are derived. This immortal chaotic chalcedony, according to legend, was born at the beginning of the sky, from the bone marrow in the skeleton of the chaos demon's meteor. It has immeasurable mystery and is extremely mysterious.

When the fallen sage was obtained, he was immediately ecstatic and began to collect the feathers of various divine birds and birds. He began to collect the feathers of the strong tribe, and merged them into chaotic chalcedony. Finally, he sacrificed this piece. On the fallen throne, chalcedony can be perfectly fused with feathers. The top legal ban derived from it-Wan Yu Wuxiang fall to the **** ban! !!

This law ban is a ban created specifically to deal with these feathers. You can use chaotic chalcedony as the core to fuse endless feathers, not only retain the original strength of these feathers, but also let them have the power of darkness and degeneration for perfect fusion. These feathers can not only gather together according to their original attributes, but also generate various magical powers.

The most amazing thing in this law is the word "phaseless".

There can be no phase, illusion of everything. Really mysterious.

Once triggered, it can be described as ever-changing and terrifying.

It is no longer a legal ban, but a transformation from a legal ban to a treasure ban, and then from a treasure ban to a spiritual ban. Also called Divine Prohibition. The name is still the original, but the power has changed dramatically.

Moreover, as long as you sit on the fallen throne, your strength can increase tenfold. This increase is an overall increase. Whether it is magical combat skills or soul blood, it will be greatly increased invisibly.

Sitting on the throne, the fallen Son felt that he was like a world-wide demon, suppressing the Quartet, he could dominate everything, and control everything in the world. That feeling is very mysterious. But there is no doubt that this is his most powerful moment.

The fallen son sits on the throne, and the fallen throne hangs in the void. Looking down at the Quartet, everything around it is controlled by it. The laws of heaven and earth and the rhyme are all controlled, as if it were a realm. It makes no difference.

"Fire can destroy the world."

The Corrupted Son grasped forward in the hands, and we can see that all the feathers flew out of the fallen throne and gathered together in the first time. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a black feather fan. On this feather fan, a mysterious magic pattern is naturally drawn.

boom! !!

Holding the fan, fan out at Yi Tianxing's polite fan.

Suddenly, layers of dark magic fire swept out like tide. This demon fire is terrible. It is called Fallen Demon Flame, and it blends various fire sources. You can feel the smell of sulfur, and you can feel that no matter it is wind, water, stones, etc., it can be ignited by it. In a blink of an eye, the large battlefield directly turned into flame hell, magma appeared in the ground, and a fiery sulfur breath was transmitted.

Various kinds of venomous birds appeared one after another.

Phoenixes, peacocks, giant eagles, and so on, all of them are greatly changed, with a sense of degeneration in the breath, and they are madly fighting towards Yi Tianxing. No doubt these have great terror and great killing power .

The breath emanating from each statue is not inferior to that of Taoism. It looks terrible.

"It's strong, it's scary. But, fire, how can you help me?"

Yi Tianxing witnessed a flash of cold light in his eyes and a sneer in his mouth.

When the voice fell, suddenly, I saw only a crimson battle flag appearing instantly. It was the fire flag of Zhu Rongtian. On the battle flag, Zhu Rong opened his eyes suddenly, woke up on the spot, and raised a roar in the sky. He stiffly stepped out of the battle flag, reached out to hold it, raised his arms, and shook it. Countless fire dragons roared out of the battle flags and smashed at those fire birds.

Sky fire and magic fire collide, as if ice and fire, more violent and terrible. A large area turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Ding Ding Ding! !!

On the fallen throne, individual feather crickets flew out quickly, converging quickly on the left and right sides of the throne at a speed visible to the naked eye, and turned into a pair of dark wings. On this pair of wings, it seems that various forces can be felt. The five elements, wind and thunder, and other powers perfectly converged on this pair of wings. Feather wings cover the sky, with the continuous integration of feathers, almost every moment is skyrocketing, in the blink of an eye, has reached thousands of feet, like the wings of the sky.

This pair of fallen demon feathers seems to contain all the power between heaven and earth, but they can be perfectly controlled. They grow from the throne and are originally one. Appeared at this moment, only more complete.

In each pupa, it seems that there is a weird fallen space. There is flame space, thunder space, and highly toxic space. These spaces are all caverns, converging together, and in an instant, the power of the entire fallen throne has undergone a fundamental transformation. A wisp of air machine can crush everything, the space for suppression is distorted, and the picture is really terrible.

"Well, a fallen throne, even every feather pheasant is a hole in the sky. If it is allowed to evolve the feather pupa into a small thousand world, or even a medium thousand world, then the entire fallen throne will suppress the heavens and the earth. Coming down, almost nobody can stop it. It will be crushed. These feathers are more than ten thousand. "

Yi Tianxing's heart was also secretly shocked. It is not surprising that this destiny contains treasures. One can be opened. Two are normal. No matter how many, it will only seriously affect the growth and promotion of destiny. The resources required in it are inestimable. Every time an additional one is added, it needs a lot of resources to fill it. The space in these caves is more than tens of thousands.

How many of them can be counted at a time.

Moreover, as can be seen from the space of Yuyao Cave, there seem to be countless painful sorrows and even pious prayers among them. If you pray, you will have no pain. If you do n’t pray, you will endure endless torture.

"The power of prayer and belief, the power of pain and torture of fear, turn into a constant source of strength, sacrificing caves and heavens. Grow space and build a demonic country. So many souls are more than billions. This method is really unscrupulous."

Yi Tianxing took a deep breath, and already guessed why the fallen saint dared to sacrifice so much space in Dongtian. It was clear that he wanted to achieve countless demons with faith, and let its heritage be endless. Once it erupted, it would be a flash flood and tsunami.

Its ambition is beyond imagination. Really want to let this fallen throne grow up, he can use this to achieve the demon god, overlooking sentient beings.

"All heavens and earth are salaries, and they have achieved this Son. When I have everlasting life, whoever believes in me can live forever in the kingdom of the devil and live forever." The fallen Son did not have any guilt and compassion, and formed himself by beings. There is no error. Can't be more normal. In eternal night, this is truth.

"Yi Di, suffer!"

The fallen Son said with a sneer.

As soon as the voice fell, we could see that the huge fallen demon feather was a slight fan, and the huge fallen throne had cut through the sky like a meteor, straight toward Yi Tianxing's location, and directly hit the past. This collision will have to knock the heavens and the earth into a hole, and truly destroy the heavens and the earth.

As far as he is concerned, no matter who it is, Daotai is standing in front of him. This collision will still be torn apart and he will die.

Outside the throne ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Earth fire and wind are constantly emerging, and the sound of degeneration is like a tide.

"Very good. If you want to hit, then the emperor will hit you enough. See who is stronger."

Yi Tianxing witnessed the emergence of a strong war in his heart. With a break in his mind, he unceremoniously issued a drink: "Hongmeng Tiandi Tower !!"

brush! !!

The purple divine light flickered and could be seen. The Hongmeng Tiandi Tower, which has reached the forty-first floor, appears above the sky from a vacuum, and a vast cloud appears on top of it, holding up the pagoda. The entire pagoda is glowing. Purple light is like the sea.

"If you want to hit, then hit it enough to see if your fallen throne is stronger, or the Emperor's Hongmentiandi tower is stronger. Hit me."

Yi Tianxing flatly issued a cold drink.

As soon as I thought about it, I immediately saw that the pagoda had suddenly become bigger in the next moment, becoming thousands of feet tall, like a glass. Countless runes flickered, and the tower moved, and it had already struck towards the fallen throne.