Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

As the golden wheel evolves, a meal of golden flowers blooms brightly from the ring.

Yan Hui is still the same Yan Hui, holding on to the opportunity with his fingers.

"Alas, Master, when the dust has settled, why are you like this?"

If the two of them started fighting directly, they might be able to hurt him by seven points.

But he chose to gamble his life.

Yan Hui slowly came to the scene and said, "Rest in peace, master."

With a touch of his palm, he thought it was dispelled, but the tone did not dissipate.

"Obsession?"

Aristotle is dead, but not completely dead. He still has one breath left.

Yan Hui had no choice but to explain: "The great powers in the world may practice the art of life and death to expand the number of lives, or they may practice the art of immortality and reincarnation, just to find the realm of immortality. I am the only one who is indifferent to life and death."

From Yan Hui's point of view, life and death are really not worth mentioning.

It was the lack of deliberate pursuit that contributed to his grand view of life and death.

"This state is so advanced, no! It's so scary."

The people below suddenly realized: "Aristotle has nine lives, Yan Hui only has one, an endless life, which can go to the end or reverse the life. It is truly endless..."

"There are too many realms of immortality. Yan Hui's immortality is truly immortal."

Westerners even boldly speculated that if Confucius took action...

Can Yan Hui be truly killed?

The answer is yes!

"Appearance comes from the heart. What Yan Hui is strong in is the state of mind. The state of mind is invincible."

"As long as someone breaks his state of mind, the endless life will end."

An unknown old man revealed the mystery, but he was also shocked.

Look at Aristotle's remaining breath on the ring.

It is this obsession that limits the state of mind and is one step behind.

At this time Yan Hui also had a problem: "Master, you don't want to leave?"

"Yes, if you don't break up, I won't win and I won't be able to get out of this arena."

"So, you want to trap me in this way for a thousand years, right?"

Yan Hui was having a conversation with Aristotle.

Everyone below was shocked.

"What? Thousands of years!"

"If this tone persists, will we have to wait a thousand years before the next one can happen?"

Everyone is waiting for the results to see what the luck is.

But you want to tell me that I can’t be killed?

Some Westerners even advised, "Master Philosopher, let's give up. It's not necessary."

Yes, it's not necessary. It's not good for everyone to delay it like this.

Ye Tian was also hesitant.

At this time, the importance of related households is reflected.

Su Shen also stood on the altar and did not participate in the battle with the gods, but he was always taken care of by the gods.

And he was a little unable to speak even if he wanted to talk to Fu Sheng.

I'm afraid it's too abrupt.

But I saw Yan Hui sitting on the ground, with a raised face: "Sit quietly for a thousand years, and wait for your breath to melt away naturally..."

"It's been a while."

"But there is another way to expel you through the origin of this world."

Hearing this, deep in the heaven, the Western Divine Pillars were shocked.

Then he scoffed.

"Hahaha, what a joke, there is no owner in this world, who will evict the guests?"

"The Philosopher Saint has died for this, and with only his last breath left, he still wants to guard the fate of the West for thousands of years. This is a great righteousness!"

The gods of the West offered their wishes and protected that breath.

however……

Yan Hui said something again, which shocked Xiang Xiang: "Who said there is no owner in this world?"

As he spoke, he spread his palms and flicked a golden flower into the air.

A sky-reaching light pillar penetrates the end of the world and falls from the sky.

All the creatures in heaven, mainland, east and west were stunned.

Is there a master in this world?

Impossible. This is a newly built new world. How can it have an owner?

If there is…

Who is that!

Aristotle's tone also made him feel uneasy at the same time.

Yan Hui stood up with his hands in hand and gave him a great Confucian gift: "Confucian scholars, I would like to invite you, little friend Su, to go home!"

The sound reached the clouds, and both Su Ming and Ying Zheng were stunned.

Discovered?

It's been a while since they came back, and they've been watching for a while.

Ying Zheng coughed: "Confucianism precedes me. Do you think that after I go down... do you want to pay homage to Fu Sheng?"

Ancestors like this are the cutest and kindest...

A sense of déjà vu at the star chasing scene.

The ancestor stood up and sighed: "It's better to go down. The world has misunderstood me too much. Burning books and harassing Confucianism has somewhat smeared my views on Confucianism."

Confucianism values ​​the people and the emperor, and Qin Shihuang stood as an emperor. From this point of view, it was impossible for him to reconcile with Confucianism.

In particular, the King of Qin's sweeping of Liuhe was violent and violent, which ran counter to the "benevolence" practiced by Confucianism.

But...it doesn't mean that Qin Shihuang really rejected Confucianism in his heart.

If Ying Zheng had been allowed to live a few more years and deposed all the schools of thought to favor Confucianism, it might not have happened in the Han Dynasty.

ps: The attitude of our ancestors towards Confucianism is too controversial here, so everyone can just read it as the plot of a novel.

Su Ming stood next to his ancestor, hesitating.

I was quite worried that my ancestor and Fu Sheng would start fighting over a disagreement.

But the second in command of Confucianism, Fu Shengyan Hui, is worthy of their worship.

I saw the sky clouds turning over, and the silent clear sky was instantly covered with calamity clouds.

"Did everyone hear clearly? The person Fu Sheng invited just now..."

"Is it Su Xiaoyou, Su Shen?"

"Su Shen comes on stage with his own thunder, it's him, it must be him!"

Although they haven’t seen the real thing yet, everyone has a hunch.

When Su Shen returned, even his luck was in chaos to varying degrees.

"No, wasn't he taken away by Lamesisi? Can he come back? Even if Lamesisi fails, no one in the ancient Egyptian god system can keep him?"

Westerners don’t want to!

If Su Ming comes back and takes charge of the Luck Arena, there will be no need to fight.

Even if the West is overwhelmingly powerful, it is impossible to win.

At the same time, everyone also realized something, and just then Yan Hui said,

This world has a master. Is this master Su Ming?

Even Su Ming himself didn't know when he became the Realm Master?

In fact, after the Mythical Arena ended, Su Ming led Dongfang to victory. His name was engraved on the origin of this world, and he was the only one.

Not to mention that this world recognizes its master, at least it has established a relationship with Su Ming.

As the calamity clouds dispersed, two long-lost figures suddenly appeared on the horizon.

Long time no see, yet familiar...

The eyes of all the people in the Dragon Kingdom suddenly became wet.

"Su Shen! Ancestor..."

Seeing two people of great significance to China again aroused unspeakable emotions in the people.

The gears of fate were changed because of Su Ming and turned because of the ancestors. Therefore, no matter how many matches were played in the arena, the matches played by the ancestors were always at the top level.

The ancestor and Su Ming appeared together, and everyone was the first to worship...

Still the ancestor.

Over there, the ancestors are still strong and the emperor's majesty has not diminished.

Su Ming immediately responded: "Junior Su Ming, pay your respects to Fusheng."

Then a bit of golden light fell, and Su Ming came to the ring.

Yan Hui looked at him like this, his eyes even more joyful.

"It's not time to talk yet, it's up to you to personally give this master a ride." Yan Hui said with a smile.

Su Ming didn't quite understand, but he still followed the instructions and moved his fingers.