Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"Yes, Dragon Kingdom Summoner, it's your turn. It shouldn't be that hard to choose."

Dam deliberately lowered his voice to put some pressure on Su Ming.

It's a dead end situation. No matter who you choose, you'll die. What will you do?

Dam just sat there quietly, waiting to see the show.

Su Ming took a deep breath. Although he knew that what the East lacked the most was gods who were not afraid of death, including himself, it was really difficult to make a decision when he really threw this choice to the gods.

Afterwards, the Heavenly Gate was silent, but the altar began to move.

"According to the rules, summoners also have the right to participate in the battle. This one..."

"I'll do it." Su Ming said in a deep voice, inviting himself.

Everyone was shocked: "What?"

"I know Su Shen will play, but not now."

"Su Shen hasn't entered the Sainthood yet, right? Going up like this would be like courting death."

The people were worried because they didn't know about the existence of the Holy Mantra.

Even if it was just Erler alone, he could kill Su Ming.

"No, God Su, there are many gods in the East, why do you need to be so strong alone?"

However, Su Ming could not hear the voices of his people, including the New Temple, where Ye Tian and others were also eager to try.

"Can both new and old gods go up to fight?"

"Su Shen, I am willing to go."

Ye Tian, ​​Chen Qiye, Meng Qingyao and others all asked for orders.

Su Ming saw it and felt very happy for them.

I only replied: "You can't force it. I just want to tell you a truth. In this world, the bigger the result, the bigger the cause. In a few years, I believe you will be able to hold up a piece of sky for the new era."

What this means is that not everyone can enter the sacred arena.

Otherwise, if you encounter a strong opponent, you will send people down to die.

The weak die and the strong survive, in exchange for one game after another.

What's the point then.

"Hmph, interesting." Looking at Su Ming's steps forward, Erler showed a playful smile. Everyone in the world wants to fight against fate, and the saints are no exception.

"The seeds of destiny, I'm afraid they won't sprout until the day they do."

Hahahaha!

Batala laughed loudly, wishing he could drag Su Ming into it.

.........

In the Eastern Divine Realm, all the saints looked at each other with awe.

"That Erler is a ruthless man. The worst outcome is that he will drag others down with him. To break the curse, one needs super saintly abilities. Unfortunately, I am restricted by this arena and cannot get down." Yuanshi Tianzun said slowly.

Such a serious situation is still downplayed in their eyes.

It was as if any lowly things in the world did not enter their minds.

Indeed, any one of the Three Pure Ones can break Eller's curse and win the battle.

Apart from these three, Fuxi and Nuwa are also possible.

But I can't go down.

Zhen Yuanzi narrowed his eyes. He was also one of the innate spirits, so he felt even more compassion for the world. "The most hopeless thing in the world is not having any hope at all. No matter who goes down, it will be difficult to cause any changes."

Then, Patriarch Bodhi tried it, but the order of the arena could not bear it.

If he were to force his way down to the mortal world, the sacred arena would inevitably be in chaos and collapse.

"Disciple, I have done my best, but I cannot replace you, so..."

"You can't go either."

With a loud bang, a chain filled with boundless magic power flew towards Huaguo Mountain.

As soon as Monkey King took a step forward, he was restrained on the spot.

You must know that he has entered into sainthood and has taken a few more steps on the path to sainthood.

But I still can't crack it.

"Master, why are you doing this, old man?"

Monkey King was helpless, because his master was still his master and he couldn't disobey him.

He had no choice but to use his great magical powers to slow down Su Ming's pace.

In fact, there was no need for Monkey Brother to take action. During the discussion of the Eastern Saints, they had already slowed down the passage of time. Without their tacit consent, it would be impossible for Su Ming to successfully step onto the sacred arena.

Su Ming realized this and realized that no matter how hard he tried, he was still standing still.

There was no other way but to beg: "Please have mercy on me, all saints. Su Ming is grateful, but in this battle, I have a 30% chance of winning and surviving."

In his opinion, losing was inevitable, but he firmly believed that he would not die.

Taishang Laojun responded from a distance: "No, you are wrong. In this battle, the West has accumulated a lot of luck, and the East must let go. Unless you are a super saint, otherwise..."

Laojun’s words are very clear, weak gods will die, those who are neither good nor bad will die, and the top ones will also die.

Only those who control the innate power of Hunyuan can survive.

Hearing this, Su Ming actually laughed at himself: Can’t I even live up to my destiny?

To be honest, I also want to see what fate looks like when it dies.

Then, Su Ming gave up.

Little did he know that it was Taishang Laojun who deceived him. If Su Ming died, he would not die, but the price he would pay for resurrecting again would be something that this group of innate saints would have to bear together.

So at this point, no matter who comes, it will not be Su Ming's turn.

……

In the Wahuang Palace, a bead emitting fairy spirit hangs above the altar.

Everything around, fairy springs, fairy mist, fairy lakes, fairy terraces...

The sky is hanging down, turning this place into the most fairyland in the world.

But in the next second, the fairyland was reversed, a hole appeared on the spirit pearl, and in an instant, an unprecedented demonic energy gushed out.

"My queen, I seem to have seen destiny again. Please let me go in this battle."

Nezha combined the spiritual energy and the demonic energy into one, and with the blessing of Nuwa's eternal merits, he was able to rebuild the Hunyuan Pearl again.

It is said that one can become a saint by achieving the Hunyuan Dao Fruit. This Hunyuan Pearl is the prototype of the holy item. Nezha has a bright future.

But Yang Jian had walked that road, and Monkey King had also walked that road.

How can I be missing Nezha?

After all, I, Nezha, have always been - my destiny is in my own hands!

Moreover, there are three saints on the opposite side, which is much more impressive than Monkey King and his friends.

"No!"

Nuwa, who had been watching the situation in the heavens, immediately shook her head.

"I will not block your path, but this is not your path."

What this means is that when the time comes, they will naturally let you go.

Since Nuwa would not let him go, Nezha knew he could not get out.

I can only practice quietly.

At the same time in another corner, Mr. Zhuge suddenly opened his eyes.

"It should be... about the right time." He had calculated this point.

But as I went further, there was a variable, and I began to suspect that it was myself.

But he is still waiting.

If no one goes down, I'm afraid that variable will become a constant.

That's him.

Just as Mr. Zhuge was about to step towards the Heavenly Gate, an ancient voice sounded.

"Young people should stop worrying about the affairs of the older generation."

Afterwards, someone took the lead and opened the Sky Gate with a tremor.

"China has been around for tens of millions of years, and I'm afraid there are less than a thousand people who recite my name. It's time to come out and move around."

With the arrival of this person, the rules and order of the sacred arena were instantly upgraded.

Under countless chaotic rules, a huge bell of heaven was ringing.

No one has recited this real name, but the true meaning has been obtained from the sound of the Tao.

“Hail to the Eternal God”

"Long, life, heaven!"