Great Heaven Sovereign

Yang Fan looked at the magnificent palace in front of him and was a little surprised.

Good guy, even Zhongzhou imperial court doesn't have such courage.

More importantly, they were built on the site of sacred earth. Once it appears, it is like the recovery of the divine Dynasty, which is frightening.

"It's really him. How long has it taken to get the Wushen emperor to this extent?" Yang Fan was filled with emotion.

But it's also normal. What flows in some people's bones is doomed that he can't be vulgar for a lifetime.

"Welcome young master Yang. God has been waiting for you for a long time." Suddenly, a figure came out of the divine Dynasty.

Yang Fan's heart fluctuated.

The God... Is he always a hundred years old?

He knows he's coming?

What's more, this person's clothes are not the same as contemporary habits. On the contrary, they are somewhat similar to the charm of Wushen and others in the battlefield in southern Xinjiang.

Wu Shen remnant!

In an instant, Yang Fan had a guess in his heart.

"Let's go!" Yang Fan said.

Although there were many doubts in his heart, Yang Fan didn't expect to get an answer from them.

Soon, Yang Fan, led by the other party, came directly to the center of the shenchao.

A magnificent hall directly came into Yang Fan's eyes.

The temple is about a hundred feet high and towering into the clouds.

"This is modeled on the temple of martial arts." Yang Fan looked at the familiar building in front of him, which was completely consistent with the battlefield. It can be seen that Chang Baisui also worked hard to revive the divine Dynasty.

"Please, young master, the Lord of God has been waiting by the Yuxian pool above the temple." At this time, the person in charge of guiding the way said.

Yang Fan nodded and felt that Chang Baisui was really reborn now.

Besides, it's amazing enough to be able to manage this step in such a short time. There are few people who can do this between heaven and earth. Even if he was asked to do it, Yang Fan asked himself that he was powerless.

After all, he is just a martial artist, seeking only personal strength. Like Chang Baisui, running a imperial dynasty, he knew in his heart that he was not made of this material at all.

Around the temple is a ladder.

There is gurgling water, falling down from the void, which looks like a fairyland on earth.

In Yang Fan's opinion, such craft is uncanny workmanship.

But the war is coming. Although Yang Fan is amazed, he still doesn't stop too much.

Soon, Yang Fan went up the ladder and came directly to the end.

In front of me was a pond, from which the water from the explosion of nine days flowed.

"Here you are!" A sound appeared.

"Here we are." Yang Fandao.

Yang Fan didn't come forward. The person in front of him was often 100 years old, but at this time, Yang Fan felt a little strange with the posture of bearing the common people. It seems that he can't find any coincidence with him in his memory.

Chang Baisui waved his hand and the guide bowed directly away. Only Yang Fan and he were left in the field.

At the same time, Chang Baisui suddenly turned around and said, "I'm mud horse and pit Lao Tze. These old stubborn people are simply imprisoning someone's soul."

Chang Baisui's look changed greatly, as if he finally took off his disguise and showed his true face to people.

Yang Fan chuckled at the corners of her mouth.

That's right. That's what Chang Baisui should have.

I'm lonely and arrogant. It shouldn't be his style at all.

"Have you been tired for a while?" Yang Fan asked.

Although it was a good fortune, he also suffered the cause and effect that did not belong to him.

"It's OK. They want me to keep the style of my ancestors and be a strong man. It's too difficult for me to be strong. To tell the truth, I regret it a little. I didn't know how to drop my brain. Ah, it's hasty." Chang returned to his ID at the age of 100, and his face was full of regret.

Yang Fan smiled and didn't say much, but his heart relaxed.

Of course, he also understood that he was only tucking himself out when he was 100 years old. If he really gave up, he could not make complaints about it.

"You don't know, these people still lived thousands of years ago. At the beginning, they felt the bell of the God of martial arts. When they came here, they were completely a group of savages, and their living habits were still maintained thousands of years ago." Chang Baisui took Yang Fan to a pavilion by the pond and vomited bitterly.

Yang Fan shrugged helplessly.

He can see it from other people's clothes. It's not simple. However, it also shows their awe and attachment to the emperor of Wushen.

"As a remnant of the God of martial arts, they are also dutiful. And it can be seen that they respect you very much." Yang Fan said.

Open your mouth and shut your mouth is God. Even your words exude a kind of awe derived from your bones. From here, we can conclude that they must be loyal to Chang Baisui.

To tell the truth, before coming here, Yang Fan didn't think about whether there would be any dog blood to seize power in the Wushen imperial dynasty. Now it seems that he is completely worried.

"They uphold the legacy of the God of martial arts, and one by one, they are more like the descendants of the emperor of the God of martial arts than me. To tell the truth, I sometimes feel guilty." Chang Baisui said.

Suddenly, his face changed: "by the way, the war is about to begin. Have you ever been to that battlefield?" Chang Baisui suddenly asked.

Yang Fan nodded.

Then he directly handed the martial god Qi Tiangong to Chang Baisui.

"Qi Tiangong? Our ancestors are really awesome. Opening your mouth is higher than the sky." Chang Baisui was so excited that he took this skill in his hand with a smile.

"Just in time, there is a bottleneck in my cultivation." Chang Baisui said that there was light in full bloom in the bottom of his eyes.

In this light, there is a killing intention.

Yang Fan doesn't understand the voice and color. He knows that Chang Baisui is expressing his heart. Although he is still laughing and doesn't seem to care about anything, he still regards himself as the Lord of the emperor of the martial god and never destroys the power of the martial god.

And Yang Fan now sees Chang's centenary accomplishments, and his eyes can't help moving.

"The peak of life palace? Your cultivation is false. It's only a few months. How can you rise to this level?" Yang Fan took a breath backward. Chang Baisui didn't expose his breath before, and Yang Fan didn't care.

Now when I see his accomplishments, I am naturally shocked.

This transformation and span must not be weak.

"Hey, don't underestimate me. I often know how someone exists. The blood of the martial god and the soul of swallowing the sky. How can the life palace stop me?" Chang Baisui became complacent and then looked at Yang Fan: "you can't do that either. I heard that the emperor Taizu of Zhongzhou imperial court granted you an invincible Marquis, or has Yang Fan been speechless for 600 years.

This logic is invincible and too natural.

"Is it because you have become the God of the martial god emperor that this illusion appears?" Yang Fan asked helplessly.

"What illusion? Don't you think my plan is perfect enough to explode? Besides, I'm better than you. Isn't that the best explanation?" Chang Baisui didn't hear the meaning of Yang Fan's words at all.

Yang Fan was stunned and looked at him strangely.

Better than him?

What kind of misunderstanding caused him such an illusion!

"That's beautiful!" Yang Fan is too lazy to refute.

"Hahaha, right? I also think my idea is a genius. It's not unparalleled Tianjiao. I can't think of it." Often a hundred year old laugh.

But Yang Fan couldn't help it any longer. He looked white at Chang Baisui:

"I can't say that without twenty years of cerebral thrombosis."