Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

No, it can't be a draw. If it doesn't work, just keep playing.

Everyone was waiting for the Valkyrie's verdict, but unexpectedly, the Valkyrie remained calm and just hung quietly in the air.

"What do you think? Do you want to keep fighting?" The two sky gates opened.

The King of Fengdu walked over slowly, although he was almost sucked dry.

But he recovered quickly.

He immediately came in front of Ksitigarbha and gently stopped him: "You are very brave, let me take over next."

Ksitigarbha no longer has the strength to fight, but he and Dongyue are still very powerful.

But at this moment the arena has been sealed, and everyone is protected by the sacred light, so it is impossible to kill anymore.

"Let me fight! Let me do it. If I kill one more, it will be 3000 to 2999. One more must die!"

Tripoca, the sun god, was almost mad and roared hysterically.

All his brothers died just to keep him.

The four sons of the Aztec pantheon, Xipetotec the Skin-Flayer, Quetzalcoatl the Feathered Serpent, and Huitzilopochtli the God of War, all died at the hands of Ksitigarbha, and only Tripoca escaped.

It seemed as if it was destined that the final battle must be fought.

Then the only one who can fight on behalf of the West is Tripoca.

"Okay. Both parties agree to fight again, but I, the referee, would like to inform you in advance that no matter which side wins in the end, the killing will end, and the gods in the pantheon will not die."

Won't die? What does that mean?

What is the meaning of the arena, and what about those who died in the previous battle?

Many gods have died, there is no turning back.

But now you tell me that I don’t have to face death if I lose.

The Long people were very reluctant.

Because no matter how you look at it, the East has a greater chance of winning.

Facing these voices, the Valkyrie continued: "Killing and death have never been the essence of the Myth Arena."

"The next battle will determine the winner. Although the losing side's members will not face death, the leader of the pantheon must commit suicide according to the terms of the sacred contract. The pantheon will be disbanded and exiled, and the gods will be exiled outside the heavens."

Such a regulation would be a disaster for the defeated pantheon.

Those gods who managed to survive are actually uglier than death.

"Forget it, killing everyone has never been our Chinese tradition."

Although the final battle had not yet taken place, the East had already assumed victory.

If there is another battle, who will nominate the East to fight? Everyone thinks it will be one of Fengdu and Dongyue Emperor.

But the Queen Mother Hou Tu chose, "Su Ming, you choose."

According to the current situation, the stronger you are, the more stable you are does not necessarily mean.

Because this battle concerns the life and death of India and the underworld.

The King of Fengdu alone would not be able to bear the consequences of this karma.

Su Ming naturally understood Hou Tu Niangniang's intention and immediately accepted the order.

In the unknown divine realm, Hunab also issued a decree, allowing Tripoca to fight the final battle.

Although he has transcended, it was he who created India after all.

Tripoca walked out slowly, with a huge sun behind him.

"Whatever has been lost will be taken back in my hands."

"No matter who the opponent is, we must..."

"die!"

Tripoca spoke each word with great emphasis, unleashing unprecedented divine power.

Not knowing whether it was due to the great karma that befell him, he actually emitted a ray of holy aura.

Seeing this, Su Ming didn't even think about it and already had a candidate in mind.

He immediately shouted at the arena: "Gate of Hell, Left Gate God."

"Lord Shentu (shu) invites you to fight."

As soon as this statement came out, the entire network was shocked.

The Dragon people exclaimed: "The door god is a familiar door god. Oh my god, is it the one from the mythical arena before?"

The gears of fate formed a closed loop again, and Su Ming walked out of the crowd and ascended the Dragon Kingdom Summoner's Altar.

It is to prevent the door god from coming.

Now that a closed loop has been formed, Su Ming actually personally volunteered to fight on behalf of the door god.

But people are still confused: "He is the Door God, and he is also the Eastern Ghost Emperor?"

In the dark corner, there was a figure looming.

Shen Tu was somewhat helpless and sighed, "Are you sure I can do this?"

Although he was pretending when he was in the mythical arena.

If he had faced Hades, God of the Underworld, he would have had a chance of winning.

But things are different now. We are facing a quasi-saint who has been burdened with great karma.

Even if he holds the title of Eastern Ghost Emperor, he may not win.

Because in the fight just now, his opponents were all at the God King level.

Su Ming replied respectfully, "If I say you can do it, then you can definitely do it."

"But please, Lord Shen Tu, forget the title of Eastern Ghost Emperor at this moment."

"You now have only one identity, the Eastern Left Gate God!"

There were some things Su Ming didn't say explicitly, just as everyone thought.

Su Ming is the turning point of fate, and so is the door god.

The people of the Dragon Kingdom kowtowed collectively: "This time, I agree!"

"Master Gate God, we would like to invite you to fight in the Mythology Arena."

"Same this time!"

Only this time they chose to believe it.

"Go, brother, I am with you." said Yu Lei, the right door god.

Be a brother, in your heart.

It has come to this point, Shen Tu has no choice but to go.

Again.

"Damn it, I'll be a hero again in 18 years!"

Finally, the retreat was formed.

The goalkeeper didn't make it out of the game, and everyone thought he had saved his life.

But in fact, Shentu's divine power is definitely above Hades.

Even if Su Ming was not there, the fate of the East might very well have been rewritten.

So you still think Shen Tu is not strong?

Even though Shen Tu was not strong before, he had Su Ming's luck certification.

Fate has formed a closed loop, and Shen Tu is the strongest at this moment.

"boom!"

Shen Tu did not hesitate too much. Since he chose to fight, he would move forward courageously.

"Let the fate of all the gods in the underworld be upon me!"

With one punch, Tripoca, who had reached the half-step sainthood, should have easily stopped the gatekeeper, but...

Without any warning, his image was shattered by a punch, leaving a hole in his chest.

"This..." Not to mention Tripoca, even Shentu himself was confused.

When did I become so strong?

I didn't understand, I wasn't clear, and I was very confused, until a golden mark appeared between my eyebrows, which was a pattern of luck.

It is also... the prototype of the Holy Spirit.

An incomplete holy figure, no, it is a half piece of holy figure that is temporarily condensed.

Su Ming then called out, "Lord Shen Tu, you only have ten breaths to use this half of the holy grid. Go quickly!"

"Ten breaths! I heard it!" Tripoca sneered.

Isn't it just Saint Ge? Is there any sleep? "Unfortunately, I also have ten breaths."

Both of them bear the fate of the gods, and therefore are blessed by an inexplicable force.

Each of them gave birth to half a holy figure.

It is equivalent to an experience card with the strength of a semi-saint, which is similar to Su Ming’s current strength, but has a time limit.

Ten breaths passed quickly and people still hadn't reacted.

There was only one figure standing on the stage, waiting for the fog to dissipate.

Shen Tu held one in his hand and said, "Shen Tu, I'm glad you have fulfilled your mission."