Great Heaven Sovereign

The dark shadow of the void dispersed and disappeared with the terrible laughter of the old man in the south.

But Yang Fan's heart is overcast.

This is a game.

From the very beginning, Yang Fan killed the so-called apprentice of Nantian old man, perhaps Nantian old man has been laying out.

And this just explains why the old man in Nantian is so mysterious, but an apprentice is so careless. Perhaps from the beginning to the end, it was just a cannon fodder that Nantian old man grabbed at random in order to guide himself.

"I'm Cao, xiaofanzi. What's that? Old man Nantian, when was he so terrible?" Chang Baisui was shaking all over.

He had never seen such a battle.

This means, for him, is a great terror.

"He's always been so scary, but you don't know." Yang Fan said.

But with that, Yang Fan didn't stop at all. He pulled up Chang Baisui and went directly into the palace.

Nantian old man never left, including showing up at this time. It is estimated that he is impatient and is urging Yang Fan and Chang Baisui to move on.

But Yang Fan didn't care about it.

Even if he knew it was a tiger's den, he would go in and break into it.

Boom!

As soon as Qianji hand opened, Yang Fan directly tore the array in front of him and entered the hall with Chang Baisui.

This hall is the core Hall of the emperor Wushen.

As soon as he entered the hall, Yang Fan felt a solemn atmosphere coming from the pavement.

Chang Baisui also put away his previous frivolous look, and the whole person also suppressed it.

Although the temple was empty, it still made them walk on thin ice.

"Xiaofanzi, I feel a little oppressive. It feels like a pilgrimage." Chang Baisui said.

Yang Fan was silent.

He also has this feeling.

He understood that this was because he attached great importance to the emperor of Wushen. In his heart, the emperor of Wushen is already a symbol and a hero of this world.

It was precisely because of this that he felt a sense of holiness and solemnity when he entered the temple.

At the same time, in the yellow spring of his knowledge of the sea, those heroic souls who had been suppressed before gave birth to movement again, rolled up the ripples of the yellow spring, and seemed to break through the knowledge of the sea. of

Yang Fan understood that they... Finally came home.

Unable to help himself, Yang Fan moved and opened his eyebrows.

"Everybody, home!" Yang Fan said.

Chang Baisui suddenly heard Yang Fan's inexplicable sentence, and his eyes showed doubt, but in a moment, he saw figures floating and appearing in the hall.

But he didn't flinch.

"Xiaofanzi, this is..." Chang Baisui asked.

"These are the spirits of the emperor Wushen. I'll take them home today." Yang Fan asked.

This was promised by Yang Fan before the imperial mausoleum.

The tree is thousands of feet tall and leaves fall to its roots.

They have put themselves at risk to the emperor Wushen. Now it is undoubtedly the best destination for them to return to the emperor.

Chang Baisui looked at the light and shadow floating in front of him but disappearing in an instant and looked at Yang Fan: "xiaofanzi, what have you experienced?"

Chang Baisui asked.

Yang Fan shook his head gently and sighed, "it doesn't matter what I've experienced. What matters is you, senior brother." Yang Fan's eyes fell on Chang Baisui and hope appeared for the first time.

"Me?"

"Good!"

"What do you care about me?"

"Are you going to rebuild the glory of the Wushen emperor in the past, or are you going to rely on today's opportunity to stabilize the rest of your life."

They asked and answered, but as Yang Fan's last sentence fell, Chang Baisui suddenly became silent.

"Can I...?" He looked up at Yang Fan, his eyes shining.

There is infinite expectation in this vision, but at the same time, there is a little self-confidence.

"You have the blood of the martial God Emperor and the inherited martial spirit. I don't believe you will be willing to be mediocre and spend your life. But I can tell you that there will be a disaster to destroy the world in the near future. If you choose to reshape the martial god emperor, you will have to fight it in the future. Therefore, you should consider this yourself. If you want to reshape the glory of the emperor, I will spare no effort to help you. If you choose to be mediocre, I will respect it You. " Yang Fan said.

To tell the truth, Yang Fan is not sure what kind of choice Chang Baisui will make.

But he didn't believe that there would be the word "muddling along" in the blood of the Wushen emperor.

But of course, Chang Baisui is his senior brother, and he will naturally respect his ideas.

As Yang Fan's words fell, Chang Baisui also fell into a brief silence, looked serious, as if he was struggling in his heart.

Yang Fan did not urge, but looked at the temple.

It has to be said that the temple has been extremely dilapidated. As for the things in the temple, they have long been looted, and even the throne of the God of martial arts has disappeared.

The only thing left is the tea and regret left in time and space.

Even, it's no exaggeration to say that if it hadn't become a secret place and hidden between heaven and earth, I'm afraid it wouldn't even leave such a framework now. It would have become fly ash and annihilated in the torrent of time.

Suddenly, after the original throne, the wall engraved with a flying dragon began to creep slowly.

At first glance, Yang Fan thought it was his illusion.

But when I saw it, the flying dragon had disappeared.

"This is..." Yang Fan was stunned. He didn't have time to think more. He turned and looked at Chang Baisui.

He felt that this kind of inexplicable change had something to do with Chang Baisui.

Just as he turned around, he was seeing a flying dragon circling around Chang Baisui and winding Chang Baisui under the dragon.

Chang Baisui is even more strange. He seems to see his old friends. He touches the faucet intimately, and his eyes are infinitely deep.

If the stars twinkle, it makes people feel cold.

Yang Fan didn't dare to interrupt easily. He didn't know whether it was an opportunity or an ordeal for Chang Baisui.

"This is the will of the last emperor of the Wushen Dynasty. Now it should be a review of this goods."

At this time, Xiao Jiu appeared in front of Yang Fan again.

"Xiao Jiu, you said it was the will of the last king of the Wushen emperor? Isn't that the Wushen?" Yang Fan was surprised.

This is something he never thought of.

In a flash, he looked at Chang Baisui.

As Xiao Jiu said, this is a survey of Chang centenary by Wu Shen. What if he can resist?

Yang Fan looked forward to it.

"Elder martial brother, you must refuel." Yang Fan said from the bottom of his heart.

"Come on, it's a slow process. But it has nothing to do with you. Your chance is behind." Xiao Jiu said again.

"Is he here alone?" Yang Fan is a little worried.

"He is safer here than you. Although the hall is dilapidated, it has always been the most sacred place in the imperial court, and it is impossible for ordinary people to come in. Moreover, it belongs to his nature. Whether he can change or not depends on himself. You are useless here." Xiao Jiu said.

Yang Fan nodded.

Xiao Jiu is right, and Chang Baisui can mobilize the power of the array. There should be no problem if you want to protect yourself.

If there is really any danger, the only possibility is that the God of martial arts doesn't look up to him and destroys him in a rage.

However, this possibility is very small.

Thinking of this, Yang Fan stopped staying and left Chang Baisui here to go deep alone.

Shuttling all the way, the power of any array is equivalent to nothingness in front of Yang Fan. Under the hand of a thousand machines, they broke into the array directly.

Until Yang Fan passed through layers and came to a huge empty place.

Only then can we stop.

In front of us are the people who entered here before Li Jin and others.

"Here we are!" Xiao Jiu's voice also fell.