Wretched. ”

Yang Dong looked at the old man in front of him and shook his head gently, after so many thousands of years of waiting, it was finally such a result.

Just thinking about it, he felt sorry for these people.

The pages that were thrown by Yang Dong returned to his side again, quietly levitating in front of him, waiting for Yang Dong's choice.

"Let's go, then."

There is no need to think too much, they have already come to this point, and it is impossible for him to choose to turn back.

And whether he can turn back is also a question worth considering.

With this page in hand, Yang Dong walked towards the world behind the embankment.

The small skeleton driving the warship cleared the way ahead, and Yang Dong, who was holding the page, followed behind it. At the moment of passing through the embankment, the pages in his hand had a soft light blooming, and Yang Dong walked into the world behind the embankment.

Behind the embankment, the dark place, truly worthy of its name, was as black as ink, with no end in sight, as if it had come to the edge of the universe.

There is no life, no energy circulation, and it is lifeless, like a dead country.

"Where is your master?"

Yang Dong looked around and asked out loud.

The ominous substance here is extremely rich, more than anywhere else I've seen before, walking in such a world, even if he has a small world in his body.

He was also a little afraid that he would be contaminated by this ominous substance.

"Right ahead."

The little skeleton turned his head to look at Yang Dong and said in a low voice.

Soon, Yang Dong saw a big mountain towering in this dark world, and what was incompatible with this strange substance was that this mountain was blooming with immeasurable light.

In the midst of this mountain, there is a golden temple standing on it.

"When we arrive, the host is on it, and you can climb the mountain alone."

The little skeleton pointed to the mountain in front of him and said to Yang Dong.

…………

Yang Dong climbed the mountain alone, and soon he appeared in the central giant palace, the majestic voice was echoing, rumbling, the temple shook, and it became more and more solemn, sacred, and inviolable.

What about people?

Yang Dong glanced around, but did not see the owner that the little skeleton had just said.

"Huh!"

In an instant, this bright mountain turned upside down, everything turned into extreme darkness, the temple turned into darkness, and the mountain also turned into a magic mountain in an instant.

"You're finally here."

An ethereal sigh exploded in Yang Dong's ears, but when Yang Dong wanted to find the person who spoke, he couldn't find it anyway.

"Come on."

Time passes, and the entire magic mountain is in the long river of time.

By the time Yang Dong reacted, Yang Dong had already appeared in an unknown space.

In front of him there was a table, and on the other side of the table was a figure shrouded in black robes.

"Sit."

A dry voice sounded from the black robe, and Yang Dong subconsciously used his divine soul to sense the appearance of the black-robed person opposite, but he couldn't detect anything.

It's like, there is no such person on the other side of him.

"You're the ultimate?"

Yang Dong sat on the chair, looked at the black-robed man opposite with some curiosity, and asked out loud.

"It doesn't matter if I'm the ultimate or not, what matters is whether you're the ultimate or not!"

The dry voice of the black-robed man continued to ring in Yang Dong's ears.

"What do you mean?"

Yang Dong frowned, a little unclear what this person was trying to express, and so far, he hadn't figured out what this person's purpose was.

"Don't you know what I mean? As long as you want, I can help you become a quasi-immortal emperor. ”

The black-robed man laughed a few times and said lightly.

Yang Dong could feel that there was an eye watching him through the black robe, and this feeling made him very uncomfortable.

He hated the feeling.

Soon, though, that gaze was gone.

"Who are you?!"

Yang Dong didn't answer the question of the black-robed man in front of him, but asked the question he was most concerned about.

What kind of existence is this black-robed man in front of him?

Is it another powerhouse who has reached the level of a quasi-immortal emperor after the Emperor of the Desolate Heaven, or a character who has come out of the heavenly land.

The answer to this question is still very important.

If it was another figure who had reached the level of a quasi-immortal emperor after the Emperor of the Wasteland, then they might be able to cooperate and enter the heavenly land together.

And if you come out of the land of heaven, then you can understand what kind of place the land of heaven is through this.

"Who am I? Hee-hee, who am I? I remember, my name is God. ”

The black-robed man thought for a while, and then reported a name.

God?

The name was the same as the little skeleton's name.

"Okay, I know what you're here for, how wrong are you trying to enter the Heavens? Don't be in a hurry to deny it, it's useless for you to deny it, unless you don't want to know what the land of heaven has! ”

The black-robed man's low laughter continued to echo in this space, and he suddenly stretched out a hand, a hand that Yang Dong was very familiar with!

Because this hand is exactly the same as his martial ghost hand.

Didn't he say that there was only one ghost hand martial spirit? Why does the person in front of him have exactly the same ghost hand as him?

The questions in his heart were one after another, but on the surface, Yang Dong's face did not change.

"What is in the land of the heavens?"

Yang Dong followed his question, but his eyes fell on the ghost hand martial spirit exposed by the black-robed man, he really wanted to know if this person's ghost hand was different from his.

"What is in the land of heaven? You can see for yourself! ”

The black-robed man took out a piece of yellow paper that looked very ordinary and placed it on the table in front of him.

But Yang Dong thought of the scene he saw before, someone was on a large altar, and the burning rune paper on the altar was exactly the same as the rune paper in front of him.

"Pick up this rune paper, and you can run rampant in the heavens."

The black-robed man found that Yang Dong's gaze fell on the yellow rune paper and continued to speak.

This is the great sacrifice rune paper, and the person holding the rune paper is the chief priest of the next era festival, as long as the person in front of him takes this rune paper, he will not be able to escape this fate.

Because this is God's choice.

He didn't think that the person in front of him had seen this kind of rune paper, so he took it out boldly with confidence.

And I was sure that the person in front of me would pick up the talisman paper and examine it.

"Huh!"

Yang Dong suddenly slapped out his palm, and the powerful force twisted everything around him, and slapped at the black-robed man sitting on the chair.

Bang!

The attacks kept falling, but the black-robed man was not affected in the slightest.

Yang Dong's attack couldn't fall on him at all.