"Where is this?"

When Ling Xiao woke up, he found himself lying in a golden hall with resplendent gold. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

The main hall is extremely empty, from the foot to the end of the main hall, there are eighteen majestic statues on each side, and according to Ling Xiao's observation, these statues are carved by the same person, but different statues do different actions. At the end of the hall, a huge giant in brilliant armor and holding a sword of light stood silently, his eyes kept open, looking at the non-existent sky. There, there is a starry sky formed by the convergence of bright lights.

"Anyone? Where is this? Ling Xiao asked loudly as he walked to the first idol on the left.

The statue has a strange appearance, with its hands folded around its waist and its fingers in a rather complex arrangement. In addition, the huge divine sword also turned into a silver-white scepter at this time, and it was suspended above the giant's head out of thin air.

At first glance, Ling Xiao only felt that its posture was very strange, and he couldn't feel what it was doing. However, when Ling Xiao looked at the idol intently, he found that the idol seemed to come to life, and it looked at Ling Xiao with a faint tenderness in his eyes.

Rumble!!! A huge roar exploded in Ling Xiao's mind, and at that moment, Ling Xiao only felt as if his mind had exploded, and one after another obscure spells and one after another indescribable pictures were engraved in the depths of its mind, making it painful but helpless.

Just when Ling Xiao really couldn't bear the pain that carved into people's souls, in the depths of his memory, warm scenes emerged, which were bits and pieces of him being with his parents, parents and sister. A force spread from the depths of his heart at this moment.

"Sit cross-legged, wrap your hands around, meditate and keep, and feel the light." A word full of majesty sounded in Ling Xiao's heart.

It was like a drowning person grabbing the last floating board and hearing the words in his heart, Ling Xiao did not hesitate to follow the content of the words.

One day, two days, one year, two years... Time seems to have lost its trace here, and here is a temple that is eternally lost in time, no one has ever come, and no one will come again.

I don't know how long later, in the vast temple, a black figure sitting in front of the idol suddenly moved, and then a long exhalation echoed in the silent temple.

The owner of this black shadow was Ling Xiao, although he didn't know what had happened to him, but he knew what the idol in front of him was. These two rows of thirty-six huge idols are not only the decorations of this empty temple, but also contain all the light inheritance of Michael, the guardian angel of the god of light.

In these traditions, there is Michael's understanding and perception of light, as well as the moves and magic he created based on light. It's just that Ling Xiao was a little puzzled, since Michael was the god of light, why did he feel like he didn't fully grasp the light, but only went far on the road of comprehending the light.

Regardless of those who can't figure it out, Ling Xiao smiled, these inheritances are treasures that ordinary people can't get, if they miss it, I'm afraid even the heavens won't agree to it.

Ling Xiao, who had made up his mind, did not hesitate, and walked straight to the first stone statue in the other row. It's just that when he stood in front of the stone statue, he suddenly thought of the pain that penetrated his soul when he first touched the stone statue, and his original firm thought also hesitated slightly, that kind of sinking pain, he really didn't want to experience it again.

What are you afraid of, anyway, you can't get out if you're trapped here, and in the end, you don't have to die here, it's better to work hard once, maybe you will be blessed by misfortune. Besides, didn't you just carry it?

Ling Xiao cheered himself up in his heart, in this world, you will only be rewarded if you have to pay, and it is impossible to gain for no reason. Thinking about it, a trace of determination flashed in Ling Xiao's eyes, he looked at the huge statue in front of him, and sat down resolutely. A muffled snort echoed in the temple of Nuoda, and it did not disperse for a long time.

One, two, three... When Ling Xiao stood up from the thirty-sixth idol, a long howl came out of his mouth. I don't know how long I've been here, but I don't think it's a short time. In such a long period of time, he had experienced a total of thirty-six struggles between life and death, and to be honest, he really didn't want to go through this feeling again.

However, the harvest is often proportional to the effort, and the inheritance of these thirty-six seats has now been deeply engraved in Ling Xiao's mind. He firmly believes that as long as his magic power can reach the same level as Michael, then he will also become the next guardian angel of the god of light, Michael, no, it is the guardian angel of the god of light, Ling Xiao. Ink!

Looking at the tall statue of Michael in front of him, a sense of confidence emanated from Ling Xiao's body, those bright eyes, a kind of reincarnation fluctuations permeated, that was the power of light.

"It seems that you have obtained Michael's inheritance, yes, yes." Just as Ling Xiao was rejoicing in obtaining the thirty-six Light God Inheritance, a voice of joy sounded from the empty temple.

"Who? Who are you? As if suddenly frightened, Ling Xiao hurriedly looked around the temple. It's just that in the huge temple, there is nothing left except for the thirty-six inheritance gods.

That's right, the biggest idol! Ling Xiao thought about it, he had always put his mind on the thirty-six inheritance idols, but he had ignored the largest and most majestic idol at the front.

When Ling Xiao turned to look at the largest idol, he found that the largest idol had moved, and those eyes, which were originally staring at the sky, were now staring at him.

Recently, he has been frightened a lot, and Ling Xiao is also somewhat immune. He looked at the idol imperceptibly and said, "Are you Michael, the guardian angel of the God of Light?"

"Yes and no. To be precise, I'm not Michael, but I did once belong to him. I think I should be called, the Light God Outfit. As he spoke, the huge idol began to slowly shrink, shrink, until it shrank to about the size of Ling Xiao.

"Michael's guy looks pretty good, so I'm happy to be like him." The "pirated" Michael in front of him looked at Ling Xiao who was speechless, and said with a smile.

"At the beginning, Michael died in the Divine Burial Mountain, and after he died, he left behind his own light supreme divine power inheritance and a set of light god costumes created by the creator god himself, looking forward to future generations who are destined to inherit his divine power and god costumes, so as to become the new god of light guardian angel. However, since the ancient battle of the fallen gods, the gods withered and the netherworld retreated, and this human world no longer has the right physique to inherit his divine power and divine costumes. Speaking of this, the "Michael" in front of him sighed slightly.

"Until many years ago, I seemed to sense the breath of the creator god, and you know, after all, I was a god costume created by the creator god himself. Then I obeyed his orders and opened the seal of Michael's Inheritance, allowing this master of the human realm to enter the Divine Burial Mountains. But the purpose of the Creation God is not to let those of them gain inheritance, but to shatter me after they enter the mountain range, so that the masters of the human realm can carry my fragments to all parts of the continent. ”

"Michael" looked at Ling Xiao who was in shock, sighed again, and said to Ling Xiao: "I know you have a lot of questions now, and you also want to know what is the battle of the fall of the gods, what is the withering of the gods, and the retreat of the netherworld. But I can tell you, I don't know any of that either. Ever since I was shattered from the full state of the Divine Suit of Light decades ago, I have lost all my memories of the past, and now I am nothing more than the Holy Sword and Scepter of Light on top of the Divine Suit of Light. But I think that if you can recollect a complete set of light costumes and inherit Michael's divine power, I believe you can reawaken my memories and know all the truths that have been lost in history. ”

After listening to "Michael's" narration, Ling Xiao gradually recovered from the shock. And he knows that neither God nor Netherworld can reach it with his current strength, but he believes that one day, he will be able to unlock all the secrets with his own strength! So the only thing he has to do now is to become stronger, stronger, and stronger!

Seeing the raging fire in Ling Xiao's eyes, "Michael" in front of him stroked his beard with relief. Then, he raised his head slightly, and a trace of melancholy appeared in his eyes.

"Father, why are you doing this?"

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