"Ahem, let's get back to the topic. The conditions for outsiders to come here and leave should have told you, right?"

After hearing this sentence, Wang Lang nodded, a test, but no matter how you look at it, I just want to go back instead of going to other spaces.

"Well, finally, I'm asking you, how about marrying my little Xuwu?"

The ancestor of the void asked with a serious expression.

"Please forgive me for rejecting this request!"

I refused without hesitation, the race is the same... It's wrong, how can I fall in love with different races!? The gap in life span cannot be made up!

"Okay, the test begins! Come!"

Two black figures came in.

"Send this human to the ancient battlefield No. 1!"

The figure nodded, then surrounded Wang Lang's side, and began to make seals with both hands. The pattern of the starry sky appeared at Wang Lang's feet, which was the teleportation of the starry sky... Wang Lang also came here through this.

"Your mission is very simple. Just bringing out a weapon from the ancient battlefield is considered qualified."

The Ancestor of Void smiled proudly: "By the way, let me add that the No. 1 Ancient Battlefield is the ruins of the ancient theocracy battle."

"ha!?"

The ancient battle for the power of theocracy... is recorded in historical books, but it is recorded in the form of myths. As for what it is recorded in it, Wang Lang doesn't know. He is not keen on these things. But... you are revenge! You must be revenge!

The starry sky teleportation array lit up instantly, and Wang Lang stretched out his right hand and blocked it in front of him. The next moment, Wang Lang disappeared into the teleportation array.

"Class leader, is it really okay to send humans into the No. 1 Ancient Battlefield?"

After the teleportation was over, a void species asked.

"Don't worry, although the No. 1 Ancient Battlefield is a place to compete for the position of Dragon God, the artifacts there are all arrogant guys, so Wang Lang is rejected at most, and then he will be driven out. Then you two will just send him back."

The ancestor of the void said confidently.

No, no, I think you must have misunderstood what we mean. Are you sure which divine artifacts and the remnant souls of gods will not kill that poor human? That human is the only guy who interested His Highness the Lord Void. No matter how you look at it, they cherish species. If you die there like this, Your Highness the Lord Void will definitely be angry.

On the other side...

Wang Lang was lying on the ground and coughing. At the same time, a trace of blood oozed out of his left shoulder and the wound was cracked.

"Can these guys teleport steadily? What does it mean to teleport to an altitude of more than ten meters?"

After finishing his words indignantly, Wang Lang stood up and looked around. There was a piece of barren, cracked land, broken mountains, without any greenness, withered trees and grasslands, a veritable Jedi!

After taking steps, Wang Lang walked towards the depths of the plain. As he walked, strange corpses appeared in Wang Lang's sight. The angel with half of his black wings was cut off. The three-headed dog whose whole body was nailed to the ground by a sword lost half of the elves. Although from the surrounding scenery, at least thousands or even tens of thousands of years had passed, these corpses were still flesh and blood. Are these corpses of gods?

"What is the mission... Oh, by the way, bring back a weapon..."

Well, this mission was definitely arranged on purpose. The weapons produced in the battlefield of gods should be magical tools no matter how you look at it! You asked me to bring a magical tool back!? Are you teasing me!

He approached a little closer to the sword that nailed the hellhound to the ground. Wang Lang had no movement yet. The sword trembled violently. Then a detestable demon rushed out and roared at Wang Lang: "Dearless mortal, you are not qualified to touch me!"

Tsk, if you don’t touch it, you won’t spray it. Why are you arrogant?

He turned around and left without hesitation. The sword on the periphery was probably not a good weapon.

This idea is really too dangerous... Wang Lang, have you ever thought that the more central the artifact is, the more arrogant it is? Any weapon of the mistress level outside can reject you...

Once again, he approached a corpse wearing a mage robe. He held a magic wand in his hand. Although it was not something he could use, he should be able to take it back and hand it over.

He raised his hand and stretched over. A water-blue light curtain appeared and blocked Wang Lang, but Wang Lang's hand directly passed through the light curtain and touched the staff.

The figure of a girl in white clothes appeared in front of Wang Lang: "I am not qualified to be used by you. Please give me a million yuan in the central area, where there is an adult waiting for his user."

After saying that, the girl retreated back to the staff. It seemed that it was the soul of this staff. They had already developed such high intelligence. If they were in their own world, they would probably be a magic weapon that many mages snatched, but that's right. After all, it's a magic weapon. If it's not a little special, it can't be called a magic weapon.

“Is it more central?”

When crossing a crack that appeared on the earth, Wang Lang saw the center of the plain - a huge dragon corpse kneeling quietly there, and a black long sword pierced directly from the dragon head. It seemed that this should be the cause of death. This big lizard gave Wang Lang a huge shock. It turned out that the dragon in Western mythology actually existed. Although it was dead, there was no wound on the dragon corpse except where the head was stabbed by the sword. Judging from the color of the skin, it was a green dragon, that is, a poisonous dragon.

"Is this the center of the battle?"

The center part was closer than the outside. There were no broken ice blades and broken corpses everywhere on the outside. Only a sword stood quietly in front of the dragon corpse. The black long sword on the head of the dragon corpse was aimed at the sword on the ground, forming a confrontation.

[This is the ruins of the battle for the power of the gods. In the end, Gram's master failed. But Gram was unwilling to admit defeat. It stayed here and fought against his enemies...]

A short text is carved under the dragon corpse, with a faint energy fluctuation remaining on it. It can be seen that it should be the text left by the void species. As for why they did this, Wang Lang didn't know.

"Gram..."

Looking at the black long sword on the head of the dragon corpse, there was no name I heard of, but it seemed that it was used by an amazing figure. It was also true. After all, it was the core of participating in the battle for divine power. So, what about the other one?

[This is the ruins of the battle for the power of the gods. In the end, the master of Tiancongyun won... It was left here, suppressing the remnants of all the gods who fell here.]

The same is the text left by the void species.

"Tiancongyun?!"
Chapter completed!