Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

As soon as Su Ming set foot here, the light of day shone in for the first time.

This place has been sealed off for an unknown period of time, cut off from the outside world and banished to an untouchable place in the universe.

"Nezha's flaming spear? Something happened to Nezha." Su Ming frowned.

If it weren't for Confucius, he wouldn't have been able to defeat this with the silver key.

Unexpectedly, as soon as I arrived, I saw half of the gun inserted into the soil.

I don’t know how long I waited before my shaking consciousness came back to life.

The skylight shone out, and a weak consciousness grew.

To be precise, a remnant soul climbed up, eventually transformed into Nezha's appearance, and floated slowly.

When he saw it clearly, his expression suddenly became shocked.

"Brother, it's you!"

"The person I want to wait for is not you. Let's go quickly. If you don't leave, it will be too late."

Nezha roared, he was incomplete in this state.

It's just a soul, probably given up by its rightful owner.

When he sent out the signal, the person he was most afraid of waiting for was Su Ming, because that strange group was targeting him...

Su Ming was heartbroken and hurriedly said, "Nezha, what happened? I won't say anything anymore."

"Take you out first."

Knowing that it was not suitable to stay here for a long time, Su Ming opened a barrier.

Prepare to lure Nezha away.

unexpectedly,

The accident happened anyway.

A pair of big black hands came holding the source of darkness.

"Since you are here, then stay and develop all the heavenly secrets for me."

The hand of terror destroys everything and destroys flesh and blood.

This world does not allow anything other than the soul to exist.

So Nezha's body was destroyed and his soul was exiled.

Su Ming raised the Xuanyuan Sword to block, but it seemed that he was trying to resist the power of the entire world, and he had a feeling that he would not be able to withstand it.

"Stand back!" A deep voice came from behind.

A burst of dragon soul spurted out, forcing the big black hand back.

Ying Zheng's outburst surprised the creatures in the depths of darkness.

"In my world, the most taboo thing is sanctity. I don't welcome you."

Soon, Ying Zheng was expelled from the world order.

"In the battle when I was the emperor of the world, I fought against the God King of the West."

"Now that I have obtained the true form of the ancestral dragon, how about fighting at various levels?"

At this moment, Qin Shi Huang was more domineering than ever before.

Hiding the remnant souls of Su Ming and Nezha behind him, he broke into the world of the source of darkness alone and brought the light in...

The world of luck, the arena of luck.

The leaves used for timing have almost fallen off.

"Why isn't it finished yet? Is it going to take overtime?"

The two of them are in their own world, and no one can see the production process of the two craftsmen. Some science enthusiasts have already fantasized about it countless times.

"The two scientific pioneers lived in a relatively long time ago, and modern technology has reached its peak."

"I'm afraid that the final product will be leftovers that we used decades ago."

Some people are not optimistic about it, but it is more satisfying to just go for it.

In their respective cabins, what they did most was make calculations.

Mo Zhai, the founder of the Mohist family, based on his level of cultivation, could generate it with just one thought as long as he calculated it.

"There's still one last step left."

Mo Zhai sighed, it was this step that stumped him.

Da Vinci's voice came from over there: "Are you okay yet? The time is almost up, do you want me to wait for you?"

Leonardo da Vinci walked out of the hut empty-handed, even though he had completed his masterpiece.

But he didn't take action until the other party finished.

"You seem to be in trouble. It's so funny."

"Let me paint a picture for you."

Although the two were competing over creations, Da Vinci knew better.

Someone must die in this arena, so strike first.

Grabbing the paper and pen from the air, Da Vinci did not miss any clues and sealed the form and spirit of Mozi in the painting.

The strange thing is that Mozi didn't resist at all. Could he not have noticed it?

No matter what, with this painting, even if I finally take action, I can still seize his life.

Some theologians from Long Kingdom noticed this and immediately frowned.

"It's broken! Da Vinci's paintings are a multi-dimensional world, and whoever is painted will be sealed."

Even though Mozi is still outside, he has actually been incorporated into the painting.

At the same time, in the eyes of Westerners, this Mohist ancestor was too naive.

"Looking at all history, which dynasty change was not driven by war? And there was a world that was not stabilized by force. All battles will eventually lead to primitive violence."

Even if Mozi wins, it will only benefit mankind.

If you want to leave the arena, you will inevitably die at the hands of Leonardo da Vinci.

"But I'm still curious about what the ball is for."

Mozi in the hut made calculations over and over again.

In fact, he should have finished it long ago, it was just a projection.

A projection from the future.

The source body he created will be infected with the cause and effect of countless people.

That’s why I hesitated.

"Only the last ten leaves are left. When all ten leaves fall off and you can't get the finished product, you will lose."

Da Vinci's words kept pressing, after all, he was also very curious.

"Is it a masterpiece? A creation that can subvert the times?"

Westerners deliberately praise and kill people. The higher they lift their expectations, the more painful the fall will be.

Finally, before the last leaf has settled.

Mozi finished his calculations and simply said: "Misfortune and fortune depend on destiny, so be it."

Immediately he walked out of the hut, still holding the ball in his hand.

Everyone was shocked.

"That's it?"

"Why is it transparent? Weren't there a lot of high-density crystal parts stuffed in just now? Why are they gone?"

A very ordinary crystal ball with nothing in it.

How dare you tinker with it for so long just to polish it?

Da Vinci turned his hand, and a huge shadow stood up.

The condescending feeling of oppression, even if the real body is not revealed, is superior to the ball in Mozi's hand.

Mo Zi did not speak, but looked at the gap between the ring and said: "Valkyrie, it's your turn to uphold justice."

It was because he was worried that Da Vinci would regret it.

"Wait...you haven't said yet, what is the price of winning or losing?"

Only then did Da Vinci remember.

Unexpectedly, Mozi said calmly: "Whatever the price is for winning or losing in this arena, you and I will pay the price."

Da Vinci's nerves tightened, OK, let's play it so big, right?

"You mean, die?"

Mozi shook his head, "To be precise, it was suicide!"

Only then did everyone in the audience wake up.

The first generation of Mohists advocated universal love without aggression, which was not true kindness.

There is another interpretation of non-attack, which is called a sword without bloodshed!

Da Vinci hesitated. It would be too boring for a competition to end with suicide.

Although I am 100% confident in strengthening the tower, I still have some concerns.

So he said calmly: "This matter is not reasonable."

The people from the Dragon Kingdom laughed on the spot: "Pfft, Da Vinci is scared!"

"So what's the point of agreeing to this match in the first place?"

Da Vinci's pushback made Mozi feel very unhappy.

He used too much force and almost crushed the crystal ball in his hand.

Then he saw through the western gods at a glance and sighed in his heart.

It seems that universal love without aggression is no longer appropriate in this era.