Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Yan Hui cupped his hands as if to say goodbye to the master.

Aristotle's eyes were filled with white mist, yes, it's time to go.

only……

"Why don't you leave?"

"No one is confident that they can survive my life-threatening blow, so they should just accompany me honestly."

Aristotle smiled openly, depending on what Yan Hui said.

Yan Hui looked at his exploded heart and felt pain engulfing his whole body.

But he has seen through everything, and the so-called pain will not do anything to him.

"I'm sorry, with this intensity, I can't leave just yet."

Seeing that Yan Hui is still calm, Aristotle really doesn't know how to do it anymore.

"You don't even have your heart, how can you find your state of mind?"

I can’t imagine whether this is still a human being.

Even if he is a god, this blow should send him to hell ten times.

Especially looking at Yan Hui's aura, it is quickly drying up like him, and they are all dying.

But time will verify everything, and finally Aristotle couldn't hold on any longer.

When the smoke disappeared, he glanced at Yan Hui and said, "Hahaha, I told you that you will always accompany me."

Aristotle's front foot disappeared, and Yan Hui followed closely behind.

The arena was empty, and no one could catch their breath.

There is no trace at all.

"What's going on? Are they all dead? There must be another twist."

"After watching so many mythological arenas, the so-called death is not death in the true sense."

"I won't die even if I die a dozen times. Even if I die, I can still be resurrected."

The audience was not surprised, so they all turned their attention to the Valkyrie.

Brünnhilde is given the mission to divide the destiny.

It's obviously strengthened.

So he saw the secret at a glance: "No one is dead."

Two green seeds fell out of thin air on the Luck Arena.

The breath of life is instantaneous.

After a strange moment, two figures appeared.

"Sure enough, you lied to me." Aristotle said solemnly.

Yan Hui: "Same for you."

"Then come again."

"it is good!"

Without too much nonsense, Aristotle punched Yan Hui's chest to pieces, and Yan Hui stabbed Aristotle's forehead with one finger, another fatal blow.

But after a few more minutes of waiting, the two people who had originally disappeared,

Resurrected again.

"No, it's not over yet. Death and death are fun, right?"

Some viewers thought this was a joke and that the death was a fake death.

However, they don't know that every time they die, it is the end of their lives, and all traces of their existence disappear.

It's really dead.

But this kind of death can be reversed, which leads to endless life and death.

So they are...

Bet your life!

"There will be an end, it depends on who has enough lives."

All of a sudden, the atmosphere of the whole place was lifted up. Unexpectedly, the life and death that people have been afraid of all their lives was just a flash of effort in the ring.

It's really like a joke.

After living and dying five times in a row, Aristotle didn't dare anymore.

Thinking hard.

He created his own syllogism and used metaphysics to gain a glimpse into the origin of all things.

Maybe in a few years, he can write a book on life and death.

But time waits for him.

Moreover, the path of life and death he pursued throughout his life seemed to have been seen through in advance by the young man in front of him.

See it very clearly.

"If your guess is good, you only have nine."

Yan Hui's words were like an ice pick, stinging Aristotle's back.

"Looking at the master's reaction, it seems that I guessed it right."

Aristotle tried to calm down and asked, "How much do you have?"

Yan Hui cupped his hands and was about to raise his finger, but in the end he didn't.

Instead, he came up with a thought-provoking sentence: "What do you think?"

The theory of life and death is too complicated for Yan Hui to guess accurately.

However, those great sages, despite all their efforts, could only get nine glimpses of life, and nine was also assigned as the ultimate number.

Aristotle may well have had a glimpse of nine lives.

"Too many gods have immortality, including Jesus, who can also go back infinitely. I even doubt whether the Western gods who died in the previous battle were really dead or faked."

"You see, Aristotle is starting to hide."

Is he too scared to die?

Originally, I wanted to exchange my life with Yan Hui, but when I got to the seventh item, I didn't dare to do it anymore.

But Yan Hui's bamboo slices will not end this game easily.

"Give up, Master. I just didn't escape, and my life and death were already locked. There's no point in escaping."

This is why Yan Hui didn't hide just now, because he had to pay it back.

Aristotle looked up to the sky and sighed, knowing that what Yan Hui said was true.

Unexpectedly, a generation of philosophers and saints would be forced to this point.

"Well, if that's the case, then I'll bet two more lives on you."

Aristotle had put life and death aside. Of course, he only had two lives left, so he dared to gamble.

"No one can take that step, not even a saint, so you can only see through the number nine." Aristotle raised his hand.

Just like him, he only has nine lives, and the end result is still the same.

Let’s go together and die together!

Yan Hui smiled: "It's the same thing, Master, it's time for you to go."

Another palm smashed more than two hundred bones of Aristotle into pieces. Unavoidably, he received a punch from Aristotle and his head exploded.

"The eighth life!"

The two men reappeared in the arena, and the atmosphere became deep and solid.

This is my last life.

They were gambling with their lives, Aristotle knew very well.

Whether he wins or loses, he will die. Since the truth cannot be seen in advance, just accept it calmly.

"Master, let's go."

Yan Hui's transformation technique was actually based on the Confucian sacrificial ritual, he made a hand seal, and the divine law was instantly revealed.

A colorful bridge connects him with Aristotle.

Feeling that the vitality of both sides was being stripped away, Aristotle stopped punching and slowly closed his eyes.

No fireworks, no blood, the most honorable way to die.

"I finally have to say goodbye to this world, but at this time, my thoughts become clearer."

"Perhaps there has never been truth in this world."

Faced with his final death, Aristotle rejoiced.

I have someone to accompany me on this journey, and he is also a confidant.

That's enough.

Everyone thought it was just playing again, but they soon realized it.

"This is serious, it's very peaceful, even the wails from the sky are peaceful, so are we going together?"

Caiqiao sucked all the life out of Aristotle and Yan Hui.

Once these two giants on a philosophical level left, it seemed as if the whole world had become bleak.

It wasn't until the moment it disappeared that the voice of all mankind resounded loudly.

"Farewell to the wise saint!"

"Congratulations on returning to the Holy Spirit!"

The Luck Arena was cleared again, and this time after waiting for a long time, there was no sign of the two people being resurrected.

However, the outcome is still undecided.

"Huh? Where is Valkyrie, isn't it over yet? No..."

Such a profound farewell ceremony actually had a twist!

"Wait a minute, look at Aristotle's position, he seems to be still breathing. Why?"

Before the audience could guess, a gold plate suddenly appeared on the opposite side.

After a moment of slow derivation, the ultimate number of nine was broken, and Yan Hui...

Resurrected again.