"The Fallen Throne and the feathers of a Fallen Angel. No, it's not just the feathers of a Fallen Angel. There are also the feathers of many other fierce birds and even divine birds. This aura is that of a Natural Spirit Treasure. Furthermore, it's not an ordinary Natural Spirit Treasure. It's the life demon treasure of the Fallen Saint Son. It's very powerful, definitely unimaginably powerful. "
Yi Tianxing sensed it, and his Innate Yin-Yang Eye quickly peered into the Fallen Throne. The demonic light that emanated from the throne was difficult even for the Innate Yin-Yang Eye to see through. One could imagine how powerful it was.
However, he still managed to get some information.
This throne seemed to be forged from countless malevolent feathers. Each feather had a rather terrifying aura. There were many feathers inside. Yi Tianxing could just tell that there were Phoenix feathers, Cyan Luan feathers, White Crane feathers, Peacock feathers, Swan feathers, Owl feathers, Thunder Eagle feathers, and so on. There were so many types of feathers. At a glance, there were probably hundreds or even thousands of them.
As for exactly how many there were, probably no one but the Fallen Saint Son could tell.
Not only was this throne filled with mystery, but it was also natural, like a truly perfect work of art. There was not a single flaw. It was perfect to the extreme. The feathers spat out a sharp light. If someone other than the owner sat on it, the feathers would instantly pierce through their body and turn them into a pile of mush on the spot. It was truly too horrible to look at. These feathers were also countless sharp swords.
In reality, this was indeed the case.
Since this Fallen Throne could become the life demon treasure of the Fallen Saint Son, it was naturally not that simple.
In the beginning, it was just an extraordinary treasure. Its embryonic form was just an Indestructible Chaotic Jade Essence. This Chaotic Jade Essence was extremely malleable. It could be molded into any kind of divine weapon or magic treasure according to one's will. Moreover, a corresponding natural restriction could be derived from it. According to legend, this Indestructible Chaotic Jade Essence was born from the bone marrow of a fallen Chaos Demon God at the beginning of the world. It was immeasurably mystical and extremely mysterious.
And after the Fallen Saint Child obtained it, he was immediately wild with joy. He began to collect the feathers of all kinds of divine birds and strange birds. He began to collect the feathers shed by the experts of his race and fuse them into the Primal Chaos Jade Essence. In the end, he refined this Fallen Throne. The Jade Essence could perfectly fuse with the feathers. It was a top-notch Magical Restriction — Myriad Feathers Phaseless God-Falling Restriction!
It could be said that this restriction was specially created to deal with these feathers. He could use the Primal Chaos Jade Essence as the core to fuse with the feathers. Not only would the feathers retain their original power, but they would also be imbued with the power of darkness and corruption, allowing them to fuse perfectly. Not only could these feathers gather at will according to their respective attributes, but they could also give rise to all sorts of miraculous powers and abilities.
The most miraculous thing about this restriction was the word 'formless'.
Lawlessness and Formlessness, transforming into myriad phenomena. It was truly mysterious.
Once activated to the extreme, it could be said to be ever-changing and terrifying to the extreme.
Now, it was no longer a Magic Restriction, but a Treasure Restriction, and then a Spirit Restriction. It was also known as the Divine Prohibition. The name was still the same, but its power had undergone an earth-shaking transformation.
Moreover, as long as he sat on the Fallen Throne, his strength could be increased tenfold. This kind of increase was an overall increase. Regardless of whether it was his magical abilities, combat skills, soul, or qi and blood, they would all be greatly enhanced.
Sitting on the throne, the Fallen Saint Child felt as if he was an unparalleled demon god that could suppress everything. He could dominate everything and control everything in the world. That kind of feeling was very mysterious. But there was no doubt that this was his most powerful moment.
The Fallen Saint Child sat on the throne, which was suspended in the air. As he looked down on everything in the surroundings, everything around him seemed to be under his control. The Laws of Heaven and Earth were all under his control. It was as if he was in a domain. There was no difference.
"Fire can destroy the world and burn the sky."
The Fallen Saint Child made a grabbing motion in the air. One could shockingly see feathers flying out of the Fallen Throne. Moreover, they immediately gathered together and turned into a black feather fan in the blink of an eye. This feather fan naturally had mysterious demonic patterns drawn on it.
Boom!
Holding the feather fan, he aimed it at Yi Tianxing and unceremoniously fanned it.
Suddenly, layers of pitch-black demonic fire swept out like a tide. This demonic fire was very frightening. It was called the Fallen Demonic Fire, and it was a fusion of all kinds of fire origin. One could feel the aura of sulfur, and one could feel that wind, water, stones, and other substances could all be ignited by it. In the blink of an eye, a large area of the battlefield directly turned into a fiery hell. Magma appeared on the ground, emitting a burning sulfuric aura.
All kinds of ferocious birds appeared one after another.
Phoenixes, peacocks, giant eagles, and the others all changed greatly. The aura they emitted contained a sense of depravity, and they crazily pounced towards Yi Tianxing. There was no doubt that all of them were very frightening and had great killing power.
The aura that each of them emitted was actually not inferior to the Dao Platform Realm. It was very frightening.
"Very powerful, very frightening. But what can fire do to me? "
Yi Tianxing saw this, and a cold light flashed in his eyes. He let out a cold laugh.
As soon as he finished speaking, a crimson war flag suddenly appeared in front of him. That was the Zhurong Heavenly Fire Flag. On the war flag, Zhurong suddenly opened his eyes, awakened on the spot, and let out an angry roar. He forcibly stepped out of the war flag, stretched out his hand to grab the war flag, and shook it with a wave of his arm. Countless fire dragons roared out of the war flag, pouncing towards the flaming birds.
Heavenly fire and demonic fire collided, like ice and fire, even more violent and frightening. A large area turned into a sea of fire.
Ding ding ding!!
On the Fallen Throne, feathers flew out rapidly, and at a speed visible to the naked eye, they quickly gathered on the left and right sides of the throne, forming a pair of pitch-black wings. On this pair of wings, one could feel all kinds of power. Yin and Yang, the five elements, wind, thunder, ice, and other powers gathered perfectly on this pair of wings. The wings covered the sky and split the sun, and under the continuous fusion of feathers, it seemed to be growing at every moment. In the blink of an eye, it had already reached tens of thousands of feet, like a pair of wings that could reach the sky.
This pair of Fallen Demonic Feathers seemed to contain all the power in the world, yet it could be controlled perfectly. They had grown from the throne and were originally one. Now that they had appeared, they were even more complete.
Every feather seemed to contain a strange space of depravity. There was a space of fire, a space of thunder, and a space of poison. These spaces were all grotto-heavens, and they were all gathered together. In an instant, the power of the entire Fallen Throne had already undergone a fundamental transformation. Just a wisp of aura could crush everything, causing space to distort. That scene was truly horrifying.
"What a great Fallen Throne. To think that every feather is actually a grotto-heaven space. If I let the feathers evolve into a minor chiliocosm, or even a medium-chiliocosm, then the entire Fallen Throne would be able to suppress the world, sweeping everything in its path. Once it came crashing down, almost no one would be able to stop it. They would definitely be crushed. There are more than ten thousand of these feathers. "
Yi Tianxing was also shocked in his heart. It was not strange for a life treasure like this to contain a grotto-heaven. However, opening one or two was considered normal. Any more and it would only seriously affect the growth of the life treasure. The amount of resources needed was simply immeasurable. Every time a grotto-heaven was added, it would require a vast amount of resources to fill it. There were more than ten thousand of these grotto-heaven spaces.
As for how many there were, it was impossible to count them in a short time.
Moreover, one could see from the Feather Grotto-Heaven space that there seemed to be countless souls wailing in pain and even praying devoutly. If they prayed, they would naturally not feel any pain. If they did not pray, they would suffer endless torture.
"Using the power of faith and prayer, the power of pain, torture, and fear, turning them into an endless source of power to refine the grotto-heaven. Expanding the space and building the Demon Nation. There are so many souls, more than a trillion. This method is really unscrupulous. "
Yi Tianxing took a deep breath. He had already guessed why the Fallen Saint dared to refine so many grotto-heaven spaces. It was clear that he wanted to use faith to create countless Demon Nations, making his foundation endless. Once it erupted, it would be like a mountain torrent and a tsunami.
The Fallen Saint's ambition was unimaginable. If he really allowed this Fallen Throne to grow, he could use it to become a Demon God and look down on all living beings.
"All living beings in the world will become the torch to create this Saint. When I obtain eternal life, those who believe in me will be able to live forever in the Demon Nation." The Fallen Saint did not feel any guilt or pity at all. There was nothing wrong with using all living beings to create himself. It was very normal. In the Everlasting Night, this was the truth.
"Yi Emperor, die!"
The Fallen Saint said with a cold smile.
As soon as he finished speaking, the huge Fallen Demon Wings flapped slightly, and the huge Fallen Throne streaked across the sky like a meteor, heading straight for where Yi Tianxing was. This collision was going to create a hole in the world. It was truly going to destroy the world.
From his point of view, no matter who it was, even if it was someone at the Dao Platform Realm standing in front of him, this collision would still smash them into pieces and kill them.
Outside the throne, the earth, fire, water, and wind kept surging, and the sound of depravity was like a tide.
"Very well. If you want to collide, then I will collide with you to my heart's content. Let's see who is stronger. "
Yi Tianxing witnessed this, and a strong fighting spirit surged in his heart. With a thought, he shouted without holding back, "Hongmeng Tiandi Pagoda!"
Whoosh!
The purple Shenguang flickered, and it could be seen. Hongmeng Tiandi Pagoda, which had already reached the 41st level, appeared out of thin air above his head. A vast auspicious cloud appeared above his head, holding up the pagoda. The whole pagoda was glowing. The purple Shenguang was like the sea.
"If you want to collide, then collide with me to your heart's content. Let's see whether your Fallen Throne is stronger or my Hongmeng Tiandi Pagoda is stronger. Collide with it for me. "
Yi Tianxing shouted coldly.
With a single thought, the pagoda instantly expanded in size, becoming tens of thousands of feet tall. Its entire body was like colored glass. Countless runes flickered, and the pagoda moved, already colliding with the Fallen Throne.
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