Chapter 495 Seventh level is about equal to cannon fodder

Fang Xiu retreated from the void and walked on this vast land. He first walked to the nearest giant creature skeleton.

Its backbone stretches for thousands of miles, with huge ribs standing on both sides, each one like a mountain of white bones.

Fang Xiu stretched out his hand to touch the bones, bang!

His hand exploded instantly and was bloody and bloody.

He frowned slightly and looked at his missing palm. The next moment, the flesh and blood gathered together, and the white and slender palm was restored.

His lips parted slightly: "Laws."

The bones in front of him actually contained unknown power of law, which did not dissipate for a long time.

Even the bones contain laws. How terrifying was the strength of this creature during its lifetime?

Seventh level! At least level seven!

Fang Xiu looked around, and saw bones like this covering the ground, and it was impossible to see them all at a glance.

How terrifying is this? Tens of thousands of corpses of seventh-level and higher-level experts.

Obviously, the seventh level is just cannon fodder here.

"What was it like in the ancient times?" Fang Xiu's eyes moved slightly, as if he had penetrated through eternity and saw a scene full of immortals and gods in the ancient times.

The strong men who destroyed the world with every movement of their hands and feet have now disappeared and died.

As he kept moving forward, he saw more and more skeletons. Some were like dragons, stretching for thousands of miles, and some were like rocs, with bone wings covering the earth. From the appearance of the bones, it could be roughly seen that they were all ancient myths. Some of the creatures in the book can even find their prototypes in the Classic of Mountains and Seas.

Soon, Fang Xiu discovered something was wrong, and that was the feathers!

There were scattered feathers everywhere. The feathers had dried up and fallen off, and the color of the feathers could not be seen at all. But with the Angel's Law, he could vaguely feel that there was a trace of the power of the Holy Light remaining on it.

These are angel feathers!

Not the angels of the mysterious gods, but a tribe of angels, existences similar to the sons of angels.

Could it be that...in ancient times, a war broke out between the East and the West in the Kunlun Mountains?

No, that's not right. It's not just east and west. There's also weirdness here. There are a lot of weird remaining auras here.

Three-way melee?

Fang Xiu carefully understood the remaining information on the bones and finally came to a conclusion.

It is not a three-party melee, but a strange joint attack on Kunlun by the West.

Because the feathers and even the bones of angels are full of weird aura, just like the mysterious angels, the bones of those Eastern mythical creatures do not have a weird aura, but instead have an aura similar to that of a spiritual master.

He probably guessed what happened in ancient times. The invasion from the other side started in ancient times.

After the invasion of the other side, the West surrendered to the enemy and joined Wei Wei in attacking the East. This can also be seen in Wei Yi Shen.

Because most of the weird gods have Western characteristics, on the contrary, there are very few weird gods in the East. Currently, the only known ones are the 囍神, clay-embodied statues, Buddha heads, etc.

If the Western gods surrendered to the enemy and transformed into strange gods, then everything would be explained.

Fang Xiu continued walking, and suddenly felt a hint of heat in the air. The next second, boom!

The ground beneath his feet suddenly turned red, like lava, and the raging fire swallowed him up instantly.

Fang Xiu... died!

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Fang Xiu, who was doing it again, avoided the area where the ground fire had just emerged. He guessed that this was a trap left over from ancient times, just like how modern warfare likes to lay landmines.

The trap has the aura of law, a bit like a formation in mythology.

(I work on post-disaster reconstruction during the day and work overtime at night to collect data. I am about to die suddenly from working overtime. I hope I can go home before twelve o'clock.)

A day of sweeping the streets