Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Qu Yuan was magnanimous and free-spirited, and as soon as he heard the fate of his death.

Not calm anymore.

Not because of panic, but because of anger, with a cold light in his eyes.

"You have a share in this, right?" Qu Yuan gritted his teeth and asked.

Atum was not sure and asked in surprise: "Are you angry?"

"Why are you angry? Because of a person you have never met?"

Qu Yuan's anger remained unabated and he said coldly: "Who in this world can escape fate? The only chance to connect with fate has been ruthlessly wiped out by you."

Although Qu Yuan's words were vague, they were just to illustrate one point.

The destiny that existed in the ethereal world finally became personified.

But they did nothing and were killed by the will of the West.

This is also the reason why the destiny personality came to the East.

It's foresight!

Foreseeing that the West was contrary to its destiny, it abandoned the West.

Qu Yuan was just angry. He knew that the boy had been burdened with too much.

Putting aside his identity as the son of destiny, why is he not a practitioner struggling in the sea of ​​suffering in the world?

"But I believe that you can't suppress him."

Qu Yuan said with his remaining strength and lit the divine fire again.

Atum sneered: "You don't overestimate your own capabilities. You have exhausted all your energy and energy, but you still want to fight with me?"

"It's so shameful. You know I'm a saint, but you treat me with such disdain."

Atum spent his life exploring the true nature of respect.

It is normal to have no strength and no respect, but he has strength and does not get the respect that a saint should have.

"First, I'll cut off seven points of your vitality, and keep three points of your vitality. Let's see if you keep talking back!"

Every sentence, every paragraph, the audience can see it.

"How should I put it? It feels like... Atum talks a lot."

"Like an old friend..."

Everyone's thoughts were wandering, thinking of the man who carried Tianyuan on his back and entrusted the Imperial City with one hand. He was really fierce.

Qu Yuan stood upright and recited poetry. Atum thought that this was a farewell to him.

As the magic-destroying heavenly knives scraped at Qu Yuan's body one after another.

Only then did everyone realize that the scene a year ago was happening again.

Thinking of Su Ming, he was also so miserable when he died.

To be quartered and eaten.

"Qu Yuan, you should enjoy the holy temple. You are definitely a saint."

The eyes of the people from the Dragon Kingdom were moist, and they didn't say whether they could beat him or not.

Let’s just say that this seal can support a saint forever.

What is the difference between a saint and a saint?

It's just that I couldn't bear it and sacrificed all my strength. Now I can only be passively beaten, and the people can't stand it.

"I hope this process will end soon." The ending cannot be changed.

That feeling of having bricks in my eyes came back.

Over there, Donghuang Taiyi sensed something and was very anxious.

I reached over again, but still couldn't break the seal.

"Old friend, what are you waiting for? Is there something wrong?"

Dong Huangtai shouted, Qu Yuan shouldn't be like this, he still has a trump card.

Why not use it!

Saint La, seeing the one-sided situation, it should be stable.

But why...

My eyelids were twitching terribly.

"The left eye jumped and hurt, the right eye jumped and died, both eyes jumped together..."

Whether he was injured or killed, the outcome would not be easy for him.

"Atum, stop playing around, kill him first, and then find a way out."

If you can't get out, you will be trapped in it forever, and there will be no further trouble.

Atum is a saint, not a fool, so he can naturally see through it.

"I'm still a little more cautious."

When killing the Son of Destiny, almost all the Western saints were dispatched.

Now that he is facing it alone, he must be careful.

"Qu Yuan, you are a poet, it is not good for you to die too tragically."

"I'll just cut off your arm first."

"Understanding the sadness of one arm, the poems you write will be more beautiful."

At the same time, he saw a monopoly opportunity in Qu Yuan.

He wanted to see what this frail scholar had monopolized.

"Broken arm?" Qu Yuan coughed lightly, "The hand holding the pen cannot be broken."

Finally, the light of Dharma shines brightly behind him, no longer hidden, it is flowing freely, and the roster of music is erratic.

Qu Yuan sighed: "Excuse me, brother Zixu, please come and help me."

I just had the mentality of giving it a try, but I didn’t expect it to happen.

After the light settled down, an elegant scholar with silver hair and a peach blossom face walked out of the fairy gate. As soon as he opened his mouth, he joked: "Doctor Sanlu, you really dare to invite me. I'm no longer from Chu State." .”

Seeing Wu Zixu, Qu Yuan felt relieved: "No matter what, you are finally here, just come."

Wu Zixu nodded, and Qu Yuan was able to summon all the famous generals from Chu.

This is similar to Su Ming's request to the gods. No wonder Atum got a glimpse of his destiny.

Similarly, the world does not know Wu Zixu: "Who is he?"

Before the people of the Dragon Kingdom could be confused, a touch of knowledge was forcefully poured into them.

Wu Zixu, a native of Chu, defected to Wu after being framed.

It's too boring to say this, but you just need to understand one thing.

During the Dragon Boat Festival, one part of the festival is to pay homage to this person, especially the folk custom of Yingtao God, who was born for Wu Zixu.

Including Helu, King of Wu, and Gou Jian, King of Yue, there are people like this person.

"I alone can't defeat him, please invite a few more."

Wu Zixu is not a blindly confident person. The most important thing is that he hates everyone, whether it is Chu or Wu, he despises them all.

Being able to come is purely because of Qu Yuan and the friendship of the Dragon Boat Festival.

Of course Qu Yuan understood.

Wu Zixu, in the Chu Kingdom, was able to dig up the tomb of King Ping and whip three hundred corpses.

In the Kingdom of Wu, he placed his eyes at the east gate to watch the Yue destroy Wu.

Atum also said that Wu Zixu was "not enough."

He even let out a shocking taunt: "The Chu people are not good enough."

Not good?

Qu Yuan smiled, not talking about others, but talking about himself.

Even if he can't kill the saint, Atum will never get out in this life, and he will be sealed for the rest of his life.

What Qu Yuan wanted to do next was to give it a try.

Behead the Saint!

"You saying that I am a bad person is the biggest joke I have ever seen."

Qu Yuan looked up to the sky and shouted: "I, a Chu man, can reach as high as the innate saints and can trace back to the ancient spirits. You should be lucky that they don't come to kill you personally."

I’m not bragging, I was transformed into a Chu person by Taiqing Daode Tianzun.

Including the innate fire spirit Zhurong, it is not clear whether he will become a saint or not, but he can stand shoulder to shoulder with Donghuang Taiyi.

According to legend, the original ancestors of the Chu region can be traced back to the Gaoyang period.

That is, Zhuan Xu, the Five Emperors.

It's a pity that they were too out of line. Qu Yuan was in charge of Chu Rendao and couldn't invite them.

Atum knew that the person Qu Yuan was talking about would not come if he heard about it.

Suddenly he breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, it is not difficult to understand. When a saint incarnates in the lower world, he always needs to find a place to stay. He belongs to the country where he is born. This is nothing to show off.

"You don't want to be like the First Emperor, burying the people of a dynasty in order to kill me, right?"

To be honest, it should be feasible, but he also has ways to deal with it.

Qu Yuan's expression slightly condensed, one Wu Zixu was naturally not enough.

He also wanted to invite his old club, one of the Five Hegemons of Spring and Autumn.

King Chuzhuang!

It seems that he has violated a taboo and cannot be moved. Instead, another overlord of later generations is ready to make a move.

Qu Yuan, with the mentality of giving it a try, turned Braille into gold.

Shen drank.

"I invite Xiang Yu, the overlord of Western Chu, to fight for Chu!"