When all the remaining martial artists entered the internal space of Martial God Mountain, the crack that had been torn open had been restored to its original state, as if what had just happened had not happened.

Wushen Mountain, the most prominent peak of the Wushen Mountain Range, connects the sky to the clouds, and it is difficult for the warriors to collapse with all their eyesight.

The three places of opportunity in Wushen Mountain are also the three places of death, there are warriors who have inheritance and opportunities, there are warriors who are empty-handed and safe and sound, and there are warriors who have died here, and people and money are empty!

There are countless warriors who have gone to Wushen Mountain, among which the fallen warriors are counted in tens of thousands, some are self-proclaimed and talented, and there is no shortage of people from the world's sects.

"This ......"

A group of warriors were shocked by the scene in front of them, and their bodies kept trembling, looking at everything in horror!

In their eyes, there are countless and endless tombstones, densely piled up on the ground, and there are even some stumps and bones on the ground, and blood-colored red clay is all over the ground!

The sky was overcast, dark clouds covered the sky, and an oppressive atmosphere hung over the heads of each warrior, making it difficult for them to take a step, only to stare at the bloody field covered with tombstones.

"Two Yuan Hui ago, the Martial God fell here, and his body turned into the Martial God Mountain Range, and the millions of monks who followed him to fight in the Quartet also rested here!" The old man's voice sounded again, startling countless warriors to retreat one after another.

"And under the Martial God, there are ten major figures, each of whom has the strength to destroy the world, however, they are not the strongest after all, they turn into a handful of loess, and they will hate for life!"

"Martial gods, the top ten figures, and millions of monks, all sleep here, and they don't blink their eyes!"

The old man's voice still filled the entire space, hoarse, revealing endless helplessness, full of vicissitudes over the years.

When all the warriors heard this, they were all moved and lamented for it!

An army of millions of monks led by the Martial God, as well as the ten major figures, are powerful enough to move mountains and reclaim the sea and destroy the world, however, such a powerful army of monks has all fallen here, and they will never be able to sleep forever.

The faces of the warriors were solemn, and a sense of compassion arose!

"Martial God Mountain is the place of trial for martial artists below the Heavenly Extreme Realm, between you, you can not interfere with each other, find opportunities alone, and test alone!"

"However, one day in the future, can you turn the tide on your own and do what ten martial artists, a hundred martial artists, or even more martial artists can do?"

"The heavens and all the worlds, the heavenly arrogant characters are everywhere, and there are also talented warriors, but there are a few people who can stop the darkness from coming!"

"Let you wait to be turned into a group of three, the purpose is to test your heart, will, ability, etc., if you can't do a part of it, facing you and waiting, perhaps, there is only a dead end!"

"The space you enter is the burial place of the Martial God, the Ten Great Figures, and the Millions of Monks, it can be said that there are opportunities everywhere, naturally, dangers are also everywhere, it just depends on whether you have the opportunity to take the inheritance. ”

The old man suddenly stopped, staring at the restless countless warriors, and a strong aura came towards him, and the warriors, frightened, fell silent one after another.

"Wushen Mountain, the last place of chance, is also the most important place of chance, among them, you need to pay attention to the fact that there are three levels of tests here, and the tests of each level are different, what is the specific, it just depends on whether you have the ability to know. Seeing that the group of warriors were quiet, the old man continued.

"So, what is the reward for those who pass the three levels of testing?" asked a martial artist with the courage to pluck up.

"Those who pass the three levels can get the ultimate inheritance!" said softly, he has been here for countless years, and there are very few people who can pass one level, and as for those who pass the three levels, it is impossible to have one at all.

Among the major family sects in Yangcheng, there are records that since Wushen Mountain stands in Yangcheng, no warrior can break through the three levels of Wushen Mountain, and the warriors who can pass one pass are all top warriors in Yangcheng.

In addition, among the major forces, there is also a record that more than 300 years ago, Yangcheng was arrogant on the first day, passed the second level, had to defy the sky, and spent ten years to become the first master of Yangcheng, invincible in Yangcheng.

Regarding the records of Duan Wushuang, there are only records of the four major families and three major sects in Yangcheng, and there are very few people who know about it.

Duan Wushuang, the first disciple of the head of the Lingwu Sect, is talented, only twenty years old, and his cultivation has reached the peak of the Xuanji Realm, and among the younger generation in Yangcheng, he is called "Duan Invincible" by many martial artists!

It can be seen that Duan Wushuang more than three hundred years ago was as dazzling as the sun, which made countless Tianjiao in Yangcheng unable to raise their heads, and the older generation of martial artists were shocked.

However, because of Duan Wushuang's appearance, the balance of the forces in Yangcheng was broken, and countless forces were worried about it and acted cautiously, for fear of attracting the disaster of killing themselves and causing the disaster of exterminating the clan and the sect.

Just three hundred years ago, when Duan Wushuang was about to inherit the position of the sect master of the Lingwu Sect, he suddenly disappeared into Yang City and has not been heard from since.

After Duan Wushuang disappeared, the Lingwu Sect was facing the fierce eyes of the forces in Yangcheng, so he could only choose forbearance and compromise, but in the end, the Lingwu Sect did not exist, and turned into the current Spirit Sword Sect and the Sword Martial Sect.

Three hundred years ago, the Lingwu Sect, because of the appearance of Duan Wushuang, was extremely prosperous, breaking the balance of the forces in Yangcheng, and the forces also buried their hatred in their hearts and quietly waited for the opportunity.

As soon as Duan Wushuang disappeared, the opportunity of the forces naturally came, and the general trend had come, and the Lingwu Sect had no choice but to forbear, compromise, and finally disappear!

Maybe that's how it should be: there are no permanent friends, only eternal interests!

......

"Let's find each of them to inherit it!" the old man said softly, and then disappeared from everyone's eyes, leaving behind a group of warriors who looked at each other, not knowing what to do.

"Jiu Ni, what does the old man mean by 'darkness is coming'?" Mu Yang Xin'er asked with a frown.

"I don't know, but no matter what, improving our strength is the most important thing, so that when we encounter a disaster, we will have the strength to resist!" Jiu Ni responded, a trace of melancholy on his face had disappeared, and his eyes were sharp and determined.

When he heard the old man say "the coming of darkness", Jiu Ni had already fallen into deep thought, and since he stepped into the practice, he encountered countless questions, some of which had been bothering him for many days, making him puzzled.

Jiu Ni finally realized that what should come will always come, with his own weak cultivation, it is not enough to face future disasters, only by constantly improving the strength of cultivation, can we stand between heaven and earth and face challenges.

"Let's go too!" Jiu Ni said to Mu Yang Xin'er and Situ Feng, who were still in a daze.

Hearing Jiu Ni's voice, the two of them nodded immediately, followed Jiu Ni's footsteps, and stepped through the tombstone forest!

Not only Jiu Ni and Mu Yang Xin'er have questions, but all the martial artists who came here have questions, but they can't find a martial artist who can answer their questions.

The old man was naturally able to answer the questions of the martial artists, but what could they do, they were just adding to their troubles!

Who erected this tombstone forest?

This should be a question in the hearts of many martial artists, and only the old man can solve it.

The three of Jiuni walked slowly through this tombstone forest, their mood was slightly low, and they looked down at the tombstone from time to time, only three eye-catching ancient characters were engraved on the tombstone.

"Martial God Soldiers!"

The three eye-catching ancient characters are engraved with the vicissitudes of time, but what is engraved is the respect of millions of soldiers for the martial god, unchanged until death!

The blood-soaked soil has all turned into blood-red soil, which should be the traces left by the Martial God, the Ten Great People, and the millions of monks, trying to reflect the darkness and helplessness of that time.

Step by step, stepping past the tombstones, the hearts of the three of them became heavier and heavier, and the atmosphere became more depressing.

"Martial God, the emperor is ashamed of you, if you knew this, the emperor will go with you, and he will not struggle in the memory!"

"Two Yuan Meetings, Huang Tian waited for two Yuan Hui alone, but none of the martial artists passed the test, Martial God, Huang Tian doesn't know how long he can wait!"

The old man stood in front of a tombstone about 999 zhang high and choked up, his voice full of helplessness and confusion.

The old man's name is Huangtian, is the right hand of the martial god when he is alive, when he fights in all directions, the old man gives advice to the martial god, all strategizing, and winning all battles.

However, when he encountered an unstoppable foreign enemy, millions of monks, ten people, and martial gods all fell here, leaving him alone to guard the two Yuanhui here!

Huangtian, the real first person under the Martial God, the soul power is thorough, the top ten characters also have to bow to him, and they are awarded reuse by the Martial God, and they are pro-the name of this "Divine Master", who dares to disagree with the top ten characters, and the Martial God is the first to spare him.

A divine teacher, who has become a god with soul power, is full of wealth, is knowledgeable, knows the vision of heaven and earth, knows the ability of good and evil, and strategizes for major events in the world, so that he can be called a divine master.

It can only be seen that the importance of the martial god to the old man has exceeded the importance of the top ten characters, such characters are rare in the world!

In any case, there is a specialization in the art industry, and any one person plays a pivotal role, and all of them are indispensable.

In terms of combat ability, in the same level, ten emperors and one hundred emperors are not the opponents of one of the top ten figures.

On the ability to know astronomy and geography, on the ability to strategize, and on the ability to know the way of using troops, ten or a hundred martial gods are not the opponents of the emperor.

Because of Huangtian's special talents, the martial gods, and the top ten characters, they must also bow down to it.

"Boom!"

"Hmm, why is there such a vision, is it?" The tombstone forest suddenly shook, the old man frowned, muttered softly, and kept exchanging his right fingers, what should he be calculating.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

......

The Martial God Tombstone, which was as high as 999 zhang, suddenly shook violently, and the old man took a few steps back, until the Martial God Tombstone calmed down, and the old man stabilized his body heavily.

"Emperor, the person I'm waiting for is here!" A deep, domineering voice floated out from the Martial God's tombstone.