Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

The look of the King of Hell holding the Book of Life and Death is the most powerful and handsome.

In fact, the Book of Life and Death has been in his hands for the longest time, and he is also the most famous King Yama among the Ten Kings of Hell.

"It's on fire!"

"I have always thought that there is only one Yama King in the underworld. Yama King is Yama King, and Yama King is Yama King. I didn't expect there are as many as ten."

King Yama, the lord of the fifth hall, is in charge of the Great Hell of Screaming and the Sixteen Small Hells of Heart Punishment. He is upright and impartial.

"It is said that Bao Qingtian of the Song Dynasty inherited this position in the underworld."

In other words, the person in front of him is most likely Bao Zheng.

"That shouldn't be the case. King Yama doesn't have a crescent moon on his forehead."

King Yama sensed the people's hearts and thought, isn't it just the crescent moon?

Just change one.

After being the King of Hell for a long time, it would be nice to be a judge for a while.

There are too many blank pages in the Book of Life and Death. The real names of all the gods illuminated by the light are recorded. King Yama can erase them with just a light stroke.

"That book is the book of Eastern humanity. We have already entered the divine way, so why would we be included in it?"

The Western gods did not understand, nor did they accept, and they wailed in pain.

Even some gods with extraordinary combat power could not withstand it.

When he was getting ready to do something big, he died inexplicably.

The situation in the West is particularly unfavorable.

The Three Saints of the West in Heaven have already sensed something bad.

After all, they were too greedy. If they hadn't signed the sacred contract, they could have survived in the cracks for another hundred years.

Now, I’m afraid it won’t even last for an incense stick of time.

"Eastern Saint, even if you win in the end, how can you bear the lives of the three of us alone?"

The saint is involved in too many things, and it is not possible to just kill him.

Like the Confucian sage before, although he killed Jupiter, it would take at least a thousand years to dilute this cause and effect.

It is certain that the fate of the three Indian saints is above that of Jupiter.

Including Tathagata, who spent his entire life suppressing Chaos.

A mere Hou Tu wants to usurp three shares of the cause and effect of the saints.

Idiot's dream!

The Queen Mother Hou Tu smiled and said, "The underworld is the final resting place of the dead souls. I have been carrying the luck of the underworld for tens of millions of years. Isn't it also the karma of billions of people? Do I need you to do this?"

The price must be paid, but the victory must be won!

"We've already gambled for a hundred years, why not try it again?"

The Queen Mother of the Underworld drafted another sacred contract, "Let's bet another stick of incense."

"After one stick of incense has passed, the head count will be counted, and whoever has more gods alive will win."

As of now, the Western gods still have the advantage in numbers.

But if the fighting continues like this, it’s hard to say who will win or lose.

"Okay! Sure. Let's bet on one stick of incense." Ometeto shouted.

She was fully capable of representing the West and immediately signed the sacred contract.

It was a doomed situation, but because of this stick of incense, there was a chance for a comeback.

All Hou Tu Niangniang asked for was one word: hurry!

And the sooner the better!

The sooner it ends, the fewer gods in the East will die in the battle.

As a pillar of incense fell from the ring, people realized that the battle between the three god cards was about to come to an end.

"Winning or losing is determined by fighting, but it doesn't mean killing everyone."

"But if the Sacred Arena loses, can the remaining gods still survive?"

At this point, people were already tired of killing.

Whether in the East or the West, death looms in people's hearts, and the initial fear has turned into numbness.

"All told, this is only the sixth game, and there are still a dozen or so games left."

"How many more gods have to die..."

……

In the sacred arena, the epic enhancement of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva is already the most exciting moment of this arena.

The subsequent continued high energy seemed so natural.

This callous killing left fragments of the divine power scattered all over the arena, becoming the funeral song for countless gods.

"One stick of incense, it seems to be almost up, is it finally going to end..."

The audience was in a daze and could no longer distinguish between black and white, blood and chaos.

In short, the pale and powerless killing finally came to an end.

Boom!

Without any warning, the Valkyrie suddenly appeared, and with a light tap of her supreme staff, the ring was instantly frozen.

Close the market!

"Because of the sacred contract, the one-stick-of-incense time ends here."

"Please both gods stop fighting and return to your respective camps."

Among the bustling army of gods, there are too many who are eager to kill.

When they heard about the truce, they didn't understand why and continued fighting.

But the next second, he was replaced back to his own camp by the holy light.

"Haha, if it wasn't for the Valkyrie, I would have killed this bald ass long ago!"

Of the nine gods of the Inca pantheon, only the shepherd god Pokoff survived.

His brother, his sister, and even the priest Icona all died tragically at the hands of Ksitigarbha.

This hatred is unbearable!

However, how could he know that the reason he was able to survive was the last mercy of Ksitigarbha after his crazy killing spree.

The reason why Pokoff is so confident is that Ksitigarbha is in a very bad situation now. His golden body is incomplete and has no luster. It may collapse at any time.

"Is... it over?" There was no one in the vast gaze.

All he saw was an endless sea of ​​blood and corpses.

He alone killed almost half of the gods in the three pantheons.

Of course, there are two heavenly gates here, the contributions of Emperor Dongyue and Emperor Fengdu, but they are only for the achievement of one person.

"Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, your bravery and wisdom are no less than that of the holy Buddha Tathagata."

This was said by the Queen Mother Hou Tu herself, expressing her approval of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

When he chooses a time to retire, the underworld will probably belong to Ksitigarbha. Of course, the prerequisite is that Ksitigarbha does not return to Lingshan to inherit the Buddha's mantle.

On the other side of Lingshan, the Buddha's light shone brightly again, and countless Buddhist elders nodded.

"Amitabha, the fire of the ancestor of all Buddhas, has been ignited."

Even though Tathagata has gone far away, Lingshan cannot be without a master for a day. However, looking at all the Buddhas and Arhats, no one can take on this great responsibility.

"It's time to bring him back. Be careful of the underworld trying to snatch him away."

While Dipankara Buddha was speaking, he had already arrived outside the sacred arena.

Prepare to welcome Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva back to Lingshan with the highest standards.

But in the eyes of the Western gods, "We may not have lost."

The Valkyrie stabilized the order of the ring again, then waved her hand violently.

"Begin counting the number of people. The side with the most survivors wins."

Obviously, this approach is not fair to the East.

Because the three pantheons of the West had far more gods at the beginning than those of the East.

There may not be more gods surviving in China than in the West, but what is certain is that the number of gods who died in the West is far greater than that in the East.

As the holy light shone on the faces of each god, the numbers on the two screens on the ring jumped wildly.

It wasn't until a minute later that the numbers for both sides were finally determined.

"What? Three thousand, three thousand, all three thousand, not one more, not one less? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

"That's impossible. We only need one more count and we'll win."

"Then what's this?"

"draw?"