At dusk, corpses fell, angels, demons, Buddhas, gods... , they spilled drops of blood, and the terrifying energy was raging, as if the whole world was dyed red!

It was the twilight of the gods, the fall of a vague deity.

This is the nirvana of the ancient Buddhas, and one by one the bodhisattvas and Buddhas are going to extinction in an ordinary way.

This is the end of the evil devil, wailing one by one, leaving behind the deepest and most vicious curse.

The lamentations of the angels, sad and hopeless, seem to echo the past and the future.

White feathers fluttered between the heavens and the earth, stained with cherry red blood, and the breath of darkness and death permeated, polluting all the sacred, turning into the deepest and deepest depravity and darkness.

Countless shouts of killing echoed, huge explosions and collisions shook the heavens and the earth, and one after another heavy drinks containing vast power raged in this battlefield, tearing out black twisted cracks in the space.

When Zhao Tian's consciousness regained consciousness, what he could see was this mythical battlefield like the end of the world, it was terrifying!

"Kill, kill, kill..."

It was like being in mid-air, in front of him was a group of hundreds of gods forming a terrifying battle formation and crushing, each god was shrouded in brilliant divine light, unable to see faces, unable to distinguish between men and women, each of them was more than 100 meters tall, exuding a coercion that shook the heavens and the earth, and was extremely terrifying.

A tall young man wearing immortal armor, tall and majestic, too heroic!

He was covered in blood, unable to distinguish whether it was his own or the enemy's, and the weapon in his hand was no longer as sharp as it once was, and it was no longer the peerless divine weapon that suppressed countless gods and demons and was powerful.

He was very calm, even though the weapon in his hand was only half cut off, he still had a monstrous fighting spirit and waved the weapon in his hand!

Because he is the undefeated god of war in the East!

At this moment, Zhao Tian felt very strange, there was a strangeness that was difficult to describe.

Zhao Tian's perspective was a little confused, like the perspective of a distorted blade on the ground, and the surrounding battlefield was reflected in his mind, which was the perspective of the legendary god.

It was as if he was looking at the world from the eyes of that young man like the god of war, and in a trance, Zhao Tian had the illusion that he was the other party.

Despite this, he doesn't feel chaotic, everything seems to be natural, telling a mythical battle that once took place.

"What kind of place is this?" Zhao Tian said secretly in his heart, "I remember that I was studying that strange piece of metal before, is this the secret hidden by that piece of metal?"

The heroic young man bathed in divine blood and wearing immortal armor was very powerful, and he directly crashed into the crushed divine battle array with his body, and after only the first collision, the divine spirit battle array was instantly defeated.

"Bang! bang..."

More than 60 gods couldn't withstand the power backlash, and exploded directly, exploding into a cloud of blood mist.

"A group of false gods dare to come to the war!

Shhh

The hundred-meter-tall body of the god was torn apart, and a large area of crimson divine blood was sprinkled, and the young man like the god of war continued to walk forward bathed in a large amount of blood, which was the true center of this battlefield.

"Is this a mythical battle that took place in ancient times? If it is true, why has there never been a similar legend or story? Is everything hidden under the rolling yellow sand of history?" Zhao Tian said to himself, shocked by this devastating war.

He was sure that what he saw was not a dream, maybe it was a fragment of a war between gods and demons, and these images were imprinted in that piece of metal, and they had gone through countless years to be seen by his current self.

In this battlefield, any life exudes an incomparably terrifying coercion, although the aura is a little vague, I don't know how long it has been, the aura in the imprint has been weak, but the absolute crushing formed by the aura of a higher life level still makes Zhao Tian's life have an instinctive sense of trembling.

He felt that maybe he had found the reason why the Gods, Demons, and Immortal Saints had disappeared from this planet, and maybe this terrible war had ruined everything?

"It's too bright! I can't see it at all!" Zhao Tian concentrated his attention, trying to see the battle in the center of the battlefield, but all kinds of lights flew there, and everything was blurry and indistinguishable.

Zhao Tian didn't give up, he still watched intently, wanting to see the battle inside.

But the figure is surrounded by golden light, as if sitting on the lotus platform, and the huge palm seems to be able to cover the heavens and the earth.

Like a blazing white sun, there were huge white wings in its middle cave, and there were not many of them, and the figure in it exuded an incomparably sacred aura.

The black and white halo flows, becoming Tai Chi by itself, as if to evolve a heavenly world, an old man with an upside-down pile sits on top of a green ox, looming in the various colors of fairy light.

The black mist, the enormous black shadow twisted in it.

Yellow soot, tawny bandages wafted out from inside from time to time.

Blazing flames...

Like the green dots of light in the endless ocean...

Looking at all this, Zhao Tian had some conjectures in his heart that he didn't dare to believe.

"Is the golden Buddha Shakyamuni?

Is the figure in the white ball of light Yahweh or some 12-winged angel?

Is the old man riding the green bull the ?...?"

To be honest, Zhao Tian himself was frightened by his own thoughts, this was too terrifying!

What is the cause of this mythical battle, who wins in the end, or is it all the same, and have these mythical beings fallen in some unknown corner?

With a whoosh, the broken blade spear popped out from the head of a western black dragon, and as the black dragon's corpse was torn apart, the broken bladed spear turned into a streamer of light, which happened to fly into the outstretched hand of the heroic young man.

There were no other enemies in front of him, standing on the edge of the central battlefield, the aftermath of the battle between the strong inside turned into a terrifying energy storm, causing the life that Wu Yijian was close to explode in an instant, and he died directly.

However, the young man was calm, unafraid of these energies, and there was not even a single scar on his exposed skin.

The young man stepped forward, wanting to enter the center of the battlefield.

"Woo!" a thin-waisted black dog let out a sad whimper, biting the young man's trouser leg deadly, his eyes full of anxiety.

Stopping, the young man turned his head and looked at the dense wounds on the body of this thin-waisted black dog, the fur that was originally as bright as black satin was dyed new red, and the flesh and blood had disappeared in many places, and you could see Sen Sen's white bones, and even one of his ears was missing, it was too miserable!

The eyes that were originally as strong as steel became soft, and the young man touched the head of the thin-waisted black dog, and his movements were natural, as calm and gentle as the countless strokes in the past.

"I'm not him, try to stay alive and wait until your true master returns!"

The thin-waisted black dog's dog had an anxious look in his eyes, and he wanted to stop his master, but found that he couldn't move.

While the body was bound by a circle of invisible energy and could not move, it was also protected from the outside world, and the thin-waisted black dog could only watch the young man rush into the central battlefield of all kinds of brilliance.