The corpse fell out of the gap and fell straight into the center of the platform.

The fat brother looked at it very much, the corpse was burly, and the clothes were simple and almost exposed, but fortunately, it was a man's body, so it was not too immoral.

From the moment it appeared, it fell at an extraordinary speed as if a block of iron had been drawn to a magnet in the center of the altar. So much so that his long golden hair was blown to hunt, like a mass of aquatic plants in the deep sea, pointing straight to the sky.

"Bang"

A loud and heavy thud, like a hedron colliding, sounded as the corpse touched the altar.

"What a heavy corpse! There are not thousands of catties, but there are thousands of pounds!" Many cultivators had already estimated the weight based on their voices.

The corpse fell to the ground, and the fat brother hurriedly paid attention to its face, wanting to see what kind of person it was—the corpse appearance can often provide a lot of important information for the cultivators of the burial vein.

As expected, it was a handsome face, but what was rare was that this comrade, who had been dead for an unknown period of time, did not show the slightest stiffness on his face, his eyes were ethereal, his complexion was ruddy, and he was clearly healthier than a living person.

"Huh?!Is this the legendary god who fell in U City?" Someone thought of the Creation Ceremony of the Bright Sect and the magical stories that circulated in the folklore of U City, and couldn't help but exclaim.

This remark immediately resonated with many people, and most of them nodded yes.

The fat brother was different, from the moment he saw the face of the corpse, he frowned. Because according to the records of the burial lineage, no matter how you compare and analyze, this corpse that fell from the sky is not a person.

This is not to say that he is a god and therefore not a human, but that this corpse is neither an innate spiritual creature that was born and raised, nor is it an ordinary creature that has passed through the six realms of reincarnation, old age, sickness and death.

"There is no god in him!" the fat brother finally came to such a conclusion in his heart.

According to the records of the burial veins, all things in heaven and earth can be traced back to their origins, and they are nothing more than the words essence, qi, and god, in which essence and qi make the object exist in form, and God determines whether it is a living thing, in other words, what has no god is a dead thing.

According to this definition, the corpse is not a dead thing, because in the process of death, although the degree and speed of the loss of life essence, qi, and spirit are very different, unless the timeline is infinitely extended, for a long time, the three things will exist in the corpse at the same time.

Therefore, the funny thing is that this body, which most people call a "god corpse", is actually not a "god" at all, just a dead thing.

Looking at this corpse of the dead god, the fat brother smelled a smell of conspiracy, but he didn't know who this conspiracy was aimed at.

After the corpse landed on the ground, the Pope's scepter was waved one after another, and the corpse stood upright from the ground, stepping on the thin green line under its feet. Then, as if attracted, the flying feathers in the sky converged into six torrents of feathers, flowing towards the back of the corpse.

After a dazzling burst of golden light, the sky full of feathers finally turned into six white wings behind the god's corpse. Yes, all the feathers, no matter what color they were originally, turned neatly white at this moment.

"No, it's not the feathers that turn white, it's that body radiates a powerful power of light. That power was so strong that it covered the surface of the wings like substance, which formed such a picture of a holy angel!"

But after all, he was soft-spoken, and he didn't deliberately want to tell everyone, so except for the monk who was close to the sect, he turned his head and looked at him suspiciously, and then showed a look of sudden realization, most of the others exclaimed in surprise: "What a miracle!"

The corpse of the angel gradually detached from the table, floating at a distance of about one meter from the ground, and its arms were slightly spread as if it had come to life. From a distance, it looks like a true God looking down on all beings.

At this time, the Pope seemed to be a little tired, put down his scepter, took a short breath, and then said politely to Xu Lian: "Next, please ask Xu Zhenren to make a move!"

Xu Lian's face couldn't see the expression, nodded slightly at the Pope, then flew into the sky, stood in mid-air, and then put the bronze suona to his mouth, transported his mana, and began to play.

A high-pitched and bright voice sounded in the field, and for a while, the whole world was as solemn as the solemn sacrificial scene of the eternal desolation, and the crowd that had become noisy because of the arrival of the angel suddenly quieted down at this time.

Everyone feels as if their soul has been cleansed, and they have become clear and transparent, and there are no more distractions.

"Ding~"

A soft sound sounded in the fat brother's mind, it was made by the corpse camel bell, and the fat brother was disturbed by this sound, and instantly woke up from that clear and clear state.

"The corpse camel bell usually doesn't move, the last two times were when his mental power or soul was about to be damaged, so to speak, he had the strength to try to hurt his soul just now?" said secretly in the fat brother's heart, and hurriedly checked himself.

Fortunately, he was not substantially harmed, so the fat brother put his mind at ease and turned to observe the others.

That's when I found out. Now the only ones who can stay awake on the field are the lonely Lone Ranger, the Knight Alliance, the Snow Now Group, and the black-robed man who appeared later.

At this time, the song played by Xu Lian happened to reach a fierce turning point, becoming more and more high-pitched, the invisible power covered everyone's body, and the resistance of the four remaining groups also became difficult, everyone lowered their heads and gritted their teeth to insist, and even used the magic weapon and team battle formation together.

At this moment, the fat brother's mind was also very uncalm, and the corpse camel bell rang more and more frequently, which maintained the safety of the fat brother's soul.

The fat brother raised his head a little with difficulty, and then noticed that almost everyone around him had some small green dots of light flying towards the altar in the field.

Looking along the flow of light, Brother Fat realized that it was not Xu Lian's repertoire that made all this happen, but the diminutive pope.

This scene is somewhat familiar, and Brother Fat immediately thought of Professor Zhang's means of plundering the vitality and other forces of students in the school, Brother Fat couldn't help but squint his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: "It seems that Professor Zhang's astray path was not just a matter of the vine demon, but also the deliberate demagogy of the Holy See of Light, no wonder the country chose to downplay Professor Zhang in the end and marginalize her." ”

Unlike Professor Zhang, the Pope of Light is more powerful and more "above board".

"In this way, it seems that the whole context of the matter is gradually becoming clear, the Bright Church uses scientific research and enterprise operation as a cover, supports forces everywhere, and experiments in the method of plundering life force and even soul power, in order to use the Creation God Ceremony to capture the soul of the monk and create a god for the 'angel' he created!"

Brother Fat gradually sketched out the plan of the Bright Sect in his heart, and he was shocked, and couldn't help but look at Xu Lian in the air, was she calculated?

"Hahahaha, enough is enough, the opportunity to become a god lies in this moment!" the Pope of Light suddenly laughed insolently, and then waved the scepter in his hand. The ingestion of the power of all people is terminated.

Although the Pope did not kill them all and drain everyone's souls, more than half of them still fell to the ground, and the fat brother looked at it, and most of them never had the possibility of waking up.

Although he felt sorry for these people, the fat brother also knew that he had no ability to change their fate, so he sighed slightly, and his eyes returned to the altar in the field again.

I saw that at this time, the originally holy "angel" body was surrounded by a circle of stars with a faint green light outside.

The Pope looked at this scene, the smile on his face couldn't be controlled, even if it was vague, he could feel his excitement, he said to Xu Lian: "Xu Zhenren, please help me open the Yellow Spring!"

Xu Lian stopped playing, looked at the scene in the field, did not act, and said coldly: "Makuer, this seems to be different from what we said." ”

"Xu Zhenren doesn't have to care, these people are insatiable people, and there are many people with bad intentions and even evil people, I am here to redeem them. The Pope kept a smile and said eagerly.

"But I don't think you're a credible person right now!" Xu Lian was unmoved and said coldly.

Hearing her words, the Pope's face changed greatly, and he became a little anxious, "Xu Zhenren, don't worry, I will definitely give you good things!"

"In that case, you can give it to me first!" Xu Lian said coldly.

The Pope hesitated, raised his eyes to look at the corpse of the seraphim in the air, gritted his teeth, took out a crystal-like heart from his arms, looked at it reluctantly, and finally threw it at Xu Lian.

Seeing Xu Lian put away the crystal heart, a cold light flashed in the Pope's eyes, and he said coldly with a dark face: "You have received the divine heart, now it's time for you to fulfill your promise!"

"As you wish!"

Xu Lian said lightly, and saw a small red banner flying out of her body. The small banner spun in the air, leaving a blue shadow of the flag, which turned opposite to it, just like the yin and yang of Taiji.

Then, a thunderbolt broke through the sky above the blue banner, and a crack immediately appeared between heaven and earth, and the light of the rolling yellow spring rushed out like a collapsing river.

The Pope was overjoyed, and hurriedly manipulated the mana, wrapped in the power of the Yellow Spring, and injected it into the body of the seraphim. For a moment, the green lines on the altar formed a long silk thread, broke away from the altar, wrapped around the corpse, and connected to the green dots of light around the corpse.

"Makur, since we have reached this point, I will retire first!" Xu Lian took back the banner and prepared to leave.

The fat brother looked at her and felt more and more that this woman was like his sister, especially the little flag, and his Taiyin Realm Flag, it was like two sides of the same body, and now when I heard her say that she was leaving, I couldn't help but feel regretful.

"Hahahaha, do you think you can still safely take the Divine Heart from my hand at this time?" The Pope's face suddenly became extremely hideous against the background of the angel's white light.