The heavy palace door, which had been closed for an unknown number of years, slowly opened with a creaking sound.
As it opens, the dazzling golden light, like the sun in the sky, shoots out from the palace gate and fills the entire space.
It was filled with unspeakable domineering power.
Feng Yun and Mu Huang were bathed in the golden light and looked inside.
Where there is brilliance, it is captured by the eyes.[
Inside the main hall, on the nine-story high platform, something completely took away the minds of the two of them.
I saw a statue standing at the source of the golden light that filled the room.
A golden lion covered in armor!
The head, limbs, body, and even the tail are covered with armor that shines with cold light.
Black armor with red stripes, golden hair, deep silver eyes, and a majestic aura all over his body.
This golden lion brings the feeling of wind and cloud.
It was almost like meeting a god face to face, high and inviolable.
"So strong." After a brief moment of confusion, Feng Yun came back to his senses and said in surprise.
Just relying on her momentum made her lose consciousness. Although her spiritual power level was not high, her long-trained mind was very human.
This statue made her lose her mind, which had never happened before.
"God's mount?" Compared to Fengyun's only recognition of the momentum, Mu Huang was even more shocked and almost blurted out.
"God's mount?" Feng Yun didn't understand.
"No, it's not." Emperor Mu was shocked and suddenly shook his head.
With this shake of his head, Emperor Mu's brief shock disappeared, replaced by his usual coldness, but with a little more suspicion.
Seeing this, Feng Yun looked at Emperor Mu.
Emperor Mu felt Fengyun's gaze and did not lower his head. He only frowned and said solemnly: "It is recorded in ancient books that gold has a body, two wings on its back, and armor all over its body. It is the beloved beast of God and is its mount."
Never heard of it. Feng Yun raised his eyebrows.
It is estimated that only people of Emperor Mu's level can see the ancient books that record these contents.
"Why not?" Feng Yun asked the key.[
"The color is wrong, the shape is wrong." Mu Huang let go of Feng Yun's support, slowly approached the golden lion, and looked carefully.