Yang Fan shuttled all the way to southern Xinjiang.


    But along the way, Yang Fan was also extremely depressed.


    Between heaven and earth are full of the atmosphere of extermination, as if shrouded in the shadow of war. Between heaven and earth, there is no vitality in the past, and there is a solemn and stirring atmosphere everywhere.


    "The wind and rain are coming. It''s a different feeling to revisit the old place." Yang Fan stood before the ancient battlefield.


    Scenes of memories reappear in my mind.


    But now looking back, Yang Fan only sighed.


    Seriously speaking, Nanjiang was not friendly to him. He killed all the way. Even from the moment he set foot in Nanjiang, he was destined to embark on a road that was the enemy of the whole world.


    It just doesn''t matter if you want to come now.


    What once seemed to be unforgettable is now just a thing of the past.


    "I hope Wutian mainland has hope this time." Yang Fan sighed again, then put his mind away, and then stepped into the ancient battlefield.


    ……


    Isolated peaks stand on the wall and one pillar holds the sky high!


    It seems that the war song is still singing, and the mark is immortal.


    Yang Fan walked all the way without stopping more. He went deep into it in a few steps.


    Soon, he came to the top of the mountain, in front of the suspension bridge.


    I sighed deeply when I looked at the scene that was deserted and almost decadent.


    He didn''t stay long, jumped deep into the abyss, and then continued to go deep.


    Under the abyss


    It''s still white bones and rotten soldiers. It seems that once the wind blows, it will turn into a piece of powder.


    Yang Fan carefully bypassed the traces left by these years and never broke the status quo.


    He knew that these were heroes who died, but still could not be blasphemed.


    Soon, Yang Fan crossed the dark abyss and came to the depths of the battlefield.


    "Has the war begun?" Yang Fan frowned and looked ahead.


    This battlefield was arranged by the chessboard master with towering means to block the battlefield for thousands of years. So these people repeat the war day after day and never die.


    Although I once realized the reincarnation of meaning lock and unsealed some, this power still exists.


    At present, the fighting has resumed, and the whole battlefield has been filled with terrible fighting.


    "Yang Fan, you''re here!" Suddenly, a voice appeared, breaking Yang Fan''s meditation.


    Prince of Emperor Wu Shen, Wu Jingxian!


    "Met the prince!" Yang Fan arched his hands and greeted.


    Wu Jingxian was stunned. It seemed that Yang Fan''s attitude was somewhat unexpected.


    "What are you crazy about?" Wu Jingxian frowned and said.


    At the beginning, Yang Fan was lonely and arrogant. Even in the face of him, he didn''t have any awe. But now, he bowed his head, which surprised him a little.


    Yang Fan shook his head and smiled: "nothing, just now... The war is really coming."


    Yang Fan said speciously.


    However, Wu Jingxian''s expression was frozen, but it was only a moment, and he returned to normal. His eyes burst out with a murderous intention: "it''s just right. I''ve been waiting for thousands of years, just wait for this day."


    Wu Jingxian has understood the voice outside Yang Fan''s words and the fundamental change of Yang Fan''s attitude.


    It is simply because the war is now open, and they are about to dissipate and truly perish.


    But he didn''t care, as if he couldn''t wait.


    "How about this side now?" Yang Fan changed the topic and didn''t want to tangle in this dialogue.


    "Nothing much. The array is still there, and the war is still there. But if the decisive battle doesn''t start, there will be no real relief." Wu Jingxian said.


    Yang Fan nodded.


    "Take me to your majesty Wu Shen." Yang Fan said.


    This is the purpose of his coming here this time. At the beginning, Wu Chuanqi brought him the opening of the sky from the depths of the battlefield and told him to come to the depths of the battlefield in the future.


    The purpose is nothing more than about the World War I, which is related to the survival of Wutian continent.


    Now he''s here.


    "He is already waiting for you!" Wu Jingxian said, very calm. It seems that I have already thought of this day for you.


    With that, Wu Jingxian left, and Yang Fan followed.


    Along the way, Yang Fan saw the horror of war again.


    The picture that once appeared in front of me again.


    The only difference is that a new group of people.


    Yang Fan''s heart was touched and he couldn''t help feeling it.


    "War is like this. Death and victory have only one result." Wu Jingxian saw through Yang Fan''s mind and said.


    "I know!" Yang Fan gave a deep voice.


    To tell the truth, at this point, Yang Fan has already prepared for the worst. As Wu Jingxian said, war is nothing more than death and victory.


    Either die or fight to the end.


    Yang Fan gathered his mind and forced himself to calm down.


    Soon, Yang Fan followed Wu Jingxian to a hall.


    Yang Fan was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, there were such buildings in such a world. But on second thought, I was relieved.


    After all, it is the God of martial arts. Once the overlord, it should have its own glory.


    Just as the word "Wu God" is engraved on the hall, it represents a kind of glory and a kind of faith.


    "Go in, my father is waiting for you." Wu Jingxian said.


    Yang Fan no longer hesitated and pushed the door in.


    Boom!


    In a moment, Yang Fan felt a sense of martial arts and Taoism, and rolled it directly.


    The soul of Yang shuddered and the sail of Yang shuddered. Under the heaven, the door of war and martial arts was opened, and the meaning of war and martial arts was vented in an instant and fell on Yang Fan.


    At the same time, invincibility also broke out in an instant.


    But that''s the case. Yang fan can still feel the heavy pressure.


    "The peak of xingmen? The will of martial arts in the sky, you are really extraordinary." Also at this time, a voice fell.


    But this sound is also an impact on Yang Fan.


    "Is this a test? If it is, how can I disappoint you?" Yang Fan has only one idea left in his mind.


    He understood that this was the test of the God of martial arts.


    I also know that I am now in their eyes, carrying the Millennium creed of the Wushen emperor.


    If you let them down, how can you live up to the souls who once dissipated for themselves.


    On thinking of this, Yang Fan was also unwilling. In an instant, he suddenly looked up, burning the invincible will and stirring the spirit.


    Soon, the invincible will was compatible with the soul of war.


    Yang Fan finally broke through this depression and saw a figure in front of him.


    The figure is tall and straight with both hands on his back. The Golden Dragon inlaid robe sets him off as invincible in the world.


    Yang Fan''s heart is also full of waves.


    This is the martial god!


    One figure makes all living beings surrender.


    Even though it was him, there was a strange feeling in his heart, as if he faced the God of martial arts and the vast mountains.


    "Yes, you can look directly at me." The voice of Wu Shen appeared again.


    "As I said before, he''s very good and won''t let you down. He''s definitely qualified to move you." At this time, the voice of Wu Chuanqi reappeared.


    At the same time, Yang Fan felt that the pressure on him suddenly disappeared at this moment.


    Hoo!


    For a moment, Yang Fan felt that his whole body had been soaked.


    "So strong!" Yang Fan was extremely silent.


    He thought he had broken through to the present state, even though he could not be said to dominate the world. But there are no people who can pose a threat to themselves.


    But now facing the martial god, he knew how stupid his idea was.


    The gap is too big. Just because of the suppression of will, he can resist it with all his strength and have the qualification to look directly. If he really fights, he may not even have the qualification to fight with Wushen except for the means of chessboard.


    Moreover, this is not self belittling, but a real perception.


    Of course, this feeling is also the first time Yang Fan felt it.


    Before, even if he was in the realm of Shendan and faced with the strong in the realm of Minggong, he had never had this emotion. But now, he is the peak of xingmen, and his combat power has long exceeded that of before, but that''s how he is still weak in the face of Wushen.


    "Very good. You have passed my test. Like you, even in the emperor Wushen Dynasty, you are still independent!" Wu Shen looked at Yang Fan and said faintly.


    But Yang Fan was speechless.


    Although it has been affirmed by the martial god, for Yang Fan, this gap in strength will still make Yang Fan feel disappointed in his heart.