Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"Hahaha, okay."

"Thanks to you, I broke the shackles I had for many years."

Nobita's muddy voice came from the endless ruins.

"To repay you, I grant you eternal liberation."

The confusion was broken, and beneath the ruins was a void riddled with holes.

Worse than chaos.

But it was this messy scene that gave birth to a new godhead.

That huge body is no longer a human body, but a monster between a physical body and a spiritual body.

"Wasteland?"

It is impossible to describe the shape in words. On the wasteland, there are twenty tentacles.

It should be the true form of the twenty-first ancestors of Jainism.

Yang Jian propped up his axe, facing this behemoth with undiminished fighting spirit.

"It's you who are waiting for me, your true self."

This guy is so difficult to kill, he deserves to be the first among the Western Saints.

"Little brother, you are the only one who can help me break this situation."

"Come again!"

Yang Jian raised his ax again, thinking that this ax would lose its previous power.

Unexpectedly, the power is even greater.

The ancestor of Jain, who is one of the twenty ancestors of the West, can compete with the saints regardless of his saintliness.

"Too blindly confident." Wasteland Nobita sneered.

Twenty-seven tentacles came out, disrupting everything in the sky.

"It is the ancestor of Jain. There is a legend spread in one poem. There is no god in Jainism. The only god Mahavira transformed into twenty bodies in the world and transformed all the laws of the heavens. When the twenty bodies return to his place, he will become a god. Holy time.”

The Brahman gods gasped, it was obvious that Mahavira had not become a saint.

Therefore, it is conceivable that this ambition has been brought forward...

How angry Nobita is.

"I have been preparing for hundreds of millions of years just for today, but you ruined it. Today, I will fight to the death with you."

There is no arrogance or conceit, it comes from the anger inside.

Only at this moment did Nobita truly regard Yang Jian as his opponent.

"A quarter of an hour!"

The outcome of this level of battle has already been determined.

After a quarter of an hour, no matter what happens, one person will die.

The Tianzhu God System is shrouded in too many terrifying things.

It is a vision, a world-destroying divine light, and an opportunity for creation.

Yang Jian's godhead is already in the state of great perfection.

The only flaw is that it is impossible to become a saint in this life.

Su Ming sensed that maybe Yang Jian could take another path.

From magnificent and invincible to simple and unpretentious, Yang Jian's ax seemed to be cheating. It was difficult for anyone to match the attacks of the saint.

Unless he is the first among so-called pseudo-sages like Donghuang Taiyi.

Because Donghuang Taiyi is a ruthless person who can even hit a saint a few times.

The top of the sky, the big sky that has never appeared but is always there, is also confused at this moment.

"A mere little god can actually force me to have no one under me as a saint."

The saint cannot get involved. Shiva hates it so much that he must not let the shadow of fate leave this place alive.

Rumble!

The sky fell towards the east, and a terrifying holy thought crossed the boundary sea.

The first is Lingshan.

"Sakyamuni, after being outside for so long, it's time to go home."

There was no cover for this voice, and it resounded deliberately throughout the east.

however……

Tathagata, who was sitting quietly in Lingshan Mountain, suddenly became excited.

The big golden hand held the Dharma boundlessly and extinguished the holy sound.

"Something almost happened."

After sighing, he sent a message to Shiva: "Thank you, Heaven, for remembering me. Sakyamuni has shed his old body, and now I have only the Tathagata to straighten his body. Please come back."

Tathagata knew what Shiva wanted to say, but it was useless.

The labor and management will not go back even if they are beaten to death.

But Shiva was extremely surprised: "No, you have become a saint too?"

To be able to raise your hand and extinguish his holy voice, one must be a saint.

"It's good to be a saint. From now on, we in Tianzhu will have two saints."

Shiva was very confident in Sakyamuni's strength.

The Tianzhu divine system has many sects, but three sects are the main ones.

Brahmanism, Jainism, and Buddhism all say that Jain ancestors are number one under Shiva. That is because Sakyamuni traveled eastward, so there is no ranking.

But in fact, Sakyamuni's strength is always superior to Mahavira.

"Oh dear, you don't seem to understand what I said."

"I said, I won't go back."

Shiva's joyful face gradually darkened, "What do you mean?"

"Have you forgotten, under that Bodhi tree, who asked you to attain the throne?"

Shiva was still thinking that Gautama was definitely joking.

"Hahaha, there's no need to pretend. The pattern of the heavens has been decided. If you stay here any longer, Dongfang may take action against you." Shiva was still smiling.

The implication is, come back, brother, I will protect you.

But depending on Tathagata's state of mind, he will naturally not be tempted easily.

"Actually, there are also bodhi trees in the east..."

"you!"

Shiva couldn't hold himself any longer. To put it bluntly, Sakyamuni was determined to stay there.

"Okay, I understand. It doesn't matter where you are, but please be clear about your position and don't stand in the wrong position."

Shiva no longer dissuaded him, his only hope was that Tathagata, a saint, would not serve the East.

At this point, Tathagata felt guilty, because among the three hundred gods of the Dragon Kingdom, there were dozens of Arhats who he had enlightened, and their alignment was obvious.

"You go back first. What I can guarantee is that no matter what happens in the future, I will never lay hands on Tianzhu."

After saying this, Tathagata cut off the conversation with Shiva.

Only Shiva was not clear about the goodwill.

One of the Three Pure Ones, Taishang Laojun, the most leisurely one, is watching.

"Asshole! You forget your roots, I hope you can keep your promise."

Shiva had no choice but to retreat to the divine system. He could only hope that Nobita could win this battle, otherwise he wouldn't mind...

"boom!"

For a quarter of an hour, there were only three breaths left, but someone was already dying.

In the ruined world, only one figure can stand.

He was standing on one knee because half of his legs had been cut off.

But he is the winner.

"Pfft..." A mouthful of blood spurted out, and there were more than a thousand bloody mouths on his body.

"You don't need to ask, I will give you a final ride."

It was Yang Jian who spoke.

On the wasteland, all Twenty West tentacles were chopped off.

In the end, Nobita was beaten back to his original shape, and his head was split into pieces.

Fate, not fate.

As Jain teachings say, everything in this world is originally composed of soul and non-soul matter.

Nobita's soul is dead, and the remaining body will not live long.

The wind is blowing, the situation is gone.

After fighting to this moment and losing, Nobita has no regrets.

But I still want to say: "It's not you who is great, it's fate."

"If you don't become a saint, no matter how strong you are, it will be in vain. You will never escape death..."

Nobita didn't give Yang Jian a chance. In front of the Jains, he

"Ancestor, no!"

There was a loud sound as the world shook, the heavens buzzed, Nobita struck his eyebrows with a palm, and exploded instantly.

The battle is over, but he wants to pull someone to the bottom.

Yang Jian once again felt like he was facing a formidable enemy and raised his ax to attack, "You bastard!"

Nobita's self-destruction this time is not as simple as wanting to kill him.

Including the entire Tianzhu God Line, they may be buried.

Tianzhu was destroyed?

Mahatma Shiva moved in response, giving him a chance to take action...