Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

The terrifying power of space was crushing, and all the energy of nature was raging crazily around Da Vinci.

Zizizi!

Da Vinci tried his best, but felt the pain of being torn apart.

"Is this your true strength? How ironic."

A person who advocates not fighting is so powerful in fighting.

Leonardo da Vinci has always believed that with his unparalleled achievements, he would become a saint in one fell swoop.

But due to some factors, he was blocked outside the holy gate.

In fact, it doesn't matter how many saints there are. Even if you don't become a saint, it's not bad to be the first person under that saint.

But he thought wrong. There is never a first person among saints.

Looking at Da Vinci who was gradually unable to hold on any longer, Mozi couldn't help but sigh.

"It takes two years to succeed and two years to fail. If you don't peep at the opportunity, your personalization will be even higher."

The most taboo thing among scholars is academic fraud.

You are famous forever, but you are also constrained by it.

"No! It's not fake!"

"My paintings are all made by my own hands. I am a genius!"

Da Vinci was in a daze and finally understood what Mozi said.

Without the shackles of other fields, Leonardo da Vinci might have been able to become a saint through painting, but it's a pity.

Suddenly, the world collapsed, and a picture was boundless.

After covering the arena, Mozi's natural power was faintly suppressed.

At the same time, thirteen figures with different expressions were reflected.

"Priceless, one of Leonardo's double walls, The Last Supper!"

"Is the one in the Bargello Museum authentic, or is it the one in the hands of Master Leonardo da Vinci?"

Westerners were shocked, but no one noticed that the collection in the museum disappeared at this moment.

Seeing this, Mozi concentrated slightly.

There is so much put into this painting and it is so profound.

With a loud bang, Leonardo da Vinci broke free.

With the flick of a finger, Matthew, one of the Twelve Apostles, appears in the painting.

As soon as St. Matthew appeared, Christian churches around the world preached the gospel.

"The Twelve Saints! My great Lord, I dedicate everything to you."

Countless faiths gathered together, and the Gospel of Matthew became more and more powerful.

Give Mozi a head-on blow.

The people of the Dragon Kingdom were shocked: "When Jesus left the stage, he did not summon the Twelve Saints. He did not expect that he would be sealed in Leonardo da Vinci's famous painting, The Last Supper."

No wonder Leonardo da Vinci paid homage to Jesus when he first appeared on the stage.

"Look, everyone, there are a total of thirteen seats in the Last Supper, but in the seat of Jesus..."

No one was sitting there, it could be said that there was a vague to white figure.

As far as the eye could see, Judas was there.

"Daqiao, the world!"

Once a word is spoken, all things follow, colliding with the billions of gospels.

The terrifying power was derived and directly disrupted the celestial phenomena.

Amidst the sounds of shock, the big bell condensed in the Gospel of Matthew was penetrated through a big hole and shattered.

"Matthew died in battle?"

Sadly, the gospel is sung but not a single line is left.

Matthew's figure in "The Last Supper" has been erased.

Da Vinci observed a moment of silence, then continued to summon the gods, his fingers fluctuating one after another, and the remaining eleven disciples all came out.

Andre danced the hardest: "Tear your false holy garments to pieces and pay homage to my greatest holy master."

A giant arm like a pillar of heaven swept over.

Mozi only said one thing: "Wuwang, Senluo Xin!"

Everyone still didn't know what Sen Luo Xin meant, but they followed his words.

Those three words disintegrated and drifted away, and when they were put together again, they actually became...

"dream."

"I never realized that after being taken apart, Senluo Heart can be spelled into the word "dream". This is the charm of words."

With just one word, Andre's heart was trapped.

A true war without bloodshed.

Andre hesitated: "The dream, what I pursue, is..."

He originally made a living by fishing until he met Jesus and believed that He was the Messiah of his faith, so he followed Him blindly.

But it seems that I am not happy, but trapped.

bang bang bang!

Compared to Andre, Judas and others were not so lucky.

Almost with every word and every finger, ten big holes were poked out of the painting of the Last Supper.

Then he rolled his sleeves and said, "If you can summon the people who have been erased from the throne, you may be able to decide the outcome."

Mozi was referring to Jesus.

It's a pity that Jesus was beaten back to the holy infant state by Donghuang Taiyi.

It is estimated that even Leonardo da Vinci cannot compare with his current combat power.

Da Vinci's mouth twitched, knowing that it was fruitless, and threw the Last Supper back to the Bargello Museum.

Rubbing his hands together, the sense of piety came again, and he knelt down...

Another painting appeared immediately, but it was not as shocking as before.

A very plain and small painting.

"That painting...his own painting, why did he ask for the invitation?"

There is no disagreement about the appearance of this painting.

One of only two famous paintings by Leonardo da Vinci.

If I had to choose the most influential painting.

It must be the one in front of you.

Mo Zicai just glanced at it and felt that Da Vinci was a genius.

It's a pity that I was mistaken by foreign objects.

Until that smile that can silence the world appears.

All humanity went crazy.

"Among the world's most famous paintings, Leonardo da Vinci accounts for two of them,"

"The Last Supper ranks among the top five, but as for number one..."

Without too many words, everyone can shout out the name.

"I was almost confused, so I said that painting is the achievement that Master Leonardo da Vinci is most proud of."

Just hearing its name is enough to shock you, but now the real thing appears.

"Mona Lisa's..."

"Smile!"

The sky seemed to be covered with a layer of ice, and there were pairs of eyes looking at him from countless corners.

Mozi felt unlucky.

"I just wanted to show up, but I didn't see the person I wanted to see. Instead, I fought against half of the gods."

After smiling bitterly for a moment, Mozi knew that the real opponent was coming.

"You have to think clearly. Sacrifice your body to her. If she loses, you will also die."

Mozi's voice was like a spell, engraved in Da Vinci's heart.

Da Vinci smiled happily: "What if you are the loser?"

The people below were all confused.

"No, isn't Mona Lisa an ordinary woman? It is said that she was Leonardo da Vinci's neighbor at the time. How could she have any fighting power?"

There are also rumors that Mona Lisa was a famous prostitute.

But no matter how you say it, it won't be too strong, maybe even...

He was beaten as soon as he came on stage.

But everyone has overlooked one issue, which is detachment!

Mona Lisa's figure fell down and was bathed in the ultimate holy light.

Over there, deep in heaven.

The Virgin Mary was moved by the feeling, and the holy light also faintly converged.

Among female gods, the Virgin Mary is the ultimate being.

But this person has no past, no experience, and is even a fabricated character, as if...

Stronger than her.

"This god should live in heaven."

All the Western gods are eagerly awaiting it.

Mona Lisa, with her gentleness, turned the tide of heaven.

Without saying anything, Mozi was deprived of his control over nature.

Mozi hissed and sighed: "Oh, the intensity is there."

"It's a pity that you are a woman, how can I start?"