Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

It's no use to be a king, this word came from my own mouth.

Ashoka is shocked.

During his time in power, he did not dare to slack off in his religious beliefs.

Whether they are Brahmins, Buddhists, or even Jains, they all make offerings like God.

It turns out you were lucky enough to hit me in the face as soon as you came up.

No, Sikhism was established by future generations, why should you rebuke me?

"Guru Nanak, I think you have misunderstood something."

After looking closely, the Sikh ancestor came slowly.

"Ashoka, if this road doesn't work, give up."

The shocking divine light spread across the land of Tianzhu, making everything new.

A Jain ancestor was sent away, and a Sikh ancestor also came.

In the eyes of the people of India, although Sikhism is not as old as Jainism, there is not much difference in status.

"With him here, this battle can be rewritten."

Ashoka's face was still confused. This future leader seemed to be evil and had ulterior motives.

"Are you the God of Tianzhu? Why are you standing facing the east?"

Master Nanak immediately shook his head, "No, no, you misunderstood."

"I am here, firstly, to stop the evildoer, and secondly, to help you kill the foreign gods."

After saying this, Nanak's eyes flashed and he swept out the hundred thousand troops.

In fact, he cursed secretly in his heart.

Ashoka, you are a big fool, you want to achieve your blood status, but have you ever thought about encouraging others to commit murder? The gain outweighs the loss.

Emperor Zhenwu has killed hundreds of thousands of troops, and he has the way of killing in his hands.

It would be fine if he had compassion, but if not.

I am afraid that I want to help him cultivate the law of killing without mercy.

Zhenwu was actually betting that after killing so many people, whether Ashoka improved faster due to his relationship as the master of a dynasty, or whether he cultivated his killing skills faster.

When he was in the Three Realms of the East, Emperor Zhenwu killed all kinds of evil spirits in the name of the Patriarch of Jiutian Demon.

I have mastered the cultivation of killing to stop evil, but I have never killed many people.

Later, the myth came and sank Honshu Island with one foot, killing countless cherry blossoms in an instant. After tasting the sweetness of killing, he became hungry and thirsty.

"Oh, the dynasty's army must live and die together, how can we only keep a few pieces?"

The sky trembled instantly, and the invisible murderous intention bypassed the Sikh ancestors and King Ashoka and rolled towards the army.

The Sikh ancestor was shocked: "Asshole! Stop him quickly!"

A great magic ring was sacrificed, sealing the sky and locking the earth, and it was about to be placed on Zhenwu. King Asoka had no choice but to take action and materialize his own tomb.

The two supreme artifacts pressed past, forming a supreme barrier.

Seeing this scene, the Westerners below started shouting.

"That's too much. Is he the God of War or the God of Killing?"

"The Emperor of Heaven should be compassionate towards others, but he is so cruel."

People of the Dragon Kingdom: "Although it is unfortunate, I still want to remind you that God only has mercy on his own people."

"You are not our own people."

The Tianzhu people were so angry that they were speechless.

In fact, when Xuantian God showed his power, most of the people in Tianzhu wanted to change their nationality.

"Hmph, let's see. In the end, the West will have the last laugh."

Looking towards the sky, no god from the Tianzhu Gods dared to appear again.

He is extremely afraid of the terrifying laws deduced in Tianyuan.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Emperor Zhenwu wants to prove his way through killing.

I don’t know who pioneered the path of proving the Tao through killing.

But since ancient times, those who take this path are all ruthless people.

"Get away! You can't stop me!" Kuang Neng was still outputting.

The Sikh ancestor shouted: "If even this can't stop me, then I will most likely have to answer here."

"But do you think it's possible for me to die today?"

Yes, if even these two giants can't stop him.

In the Tianzhu pantheon, only Mahatma Shiva has this ability.

King Ashoka instead smiled and said: "Hahaha, Nanak, ever since I became the king, I have regarded you as my opponents. One is you and the other is ancestor Jain. If you don't show some strength, I'm afraid you will lose again." This King is looking forward to it, and the Holy Road is also..."

They all have a strong premonition that in addition to Mahadeva Shiva, there will be another saint in the Tianzhu pantheon.

If it’s not the Sikh ancestor, it’s Ashoka.

It can't be Zhenwu, right?

Sure enough, the combined strength of the two men finally stopped Emperor Zhenwu and saved the remaining 100,000 soldiers behind him.

"Nanak, you restrict his front body, and I will hold back his rear body."

With one against two, Zhenwu actually divided into front and rear bodies.

His predecessor was Emperor Zhenwu, and his successor was God Xuantian.

Shiva was also sighing, surprised. He was obviously not a saint, but he had the illusion of threatening himself.

"Shouldn't it?"

Looking at ancient Egypt and ancient Babylon, the era when saints were immortal seems to have passed.

In this era, even saints cannot sit firmly on the altar.

The saints are so careless that Shiva even wonders if Tianzhu will become the third pantheon of saints to fall.

"No, there are only three things that can happen. Even if the saint falls, it will still be the saint of the East."

Also, the child of destiny who took great pains to suppress.

It's impossible to die that easily.

Shiva did not dare to be careless and stared at Emperor Zhenwu.

Little did he know that someone was also watching the fat piece of Tianzhu.

The Sikh ancestor shouted: "Stop hiding it. Although your blood character is contrary to human ethics, but now that the matter has come to this, there is nothing to cover up."

Although Ashoka passively resists, his strength is far more than that.

Some Tianzhu gods who saw the clues sighed: "Master Ashoka raised the Eastern Emperor too high."

One song is hiding his strength, making everyone think that Zhenwu is very strong.

"He is alone, in a foreign god system, and is not protected by this world. It should be easy to capture him."

"That's right, why complicate things? Let's get it over with."

"This is just the way to scare Dongfang. I, Tianzhu, am not easy to mess with."

As far as the eye could see, Emperor Zhenwu's figure sometimes spread out and sometimes was submerged by the skylight. Surrounded by the gods of Tianzhu, he seemed unusually alone.

"Suddenly, I feel so distressed. Why can't I, the God of the East, rush to me?"

Countless people in the Dragon Kingdom were puzzled and thought of it again in an instant.

"This is a fight for destiny, and this is not a war,"

"It's a unilateral invasion!"

If the Eastern Gods swarmed up, it wouldn't be a fight, and the first connection would be a horizontal push.

So whether it is Donghuang Taiyi or Yang Jian Zhenwu.

Invading foreign gods only represents personal behavior.

Of course, you don’t have to rush in, but there will always be people who follow you.

With the outbreak of King Asoka, Tiange has been disrupted.

Ashoka's blood character almost integrated the fate of the entire Mauryan Dynasty, and he was at the pinnacle of human nature.

"Ahem, you only have one chance to become a saint. You are very strong."

"It's a pity that I have to block your way today!" Zhenwu laughed wildly.

Ashoka, who has no reservations, is almost on par with him.

There are also Sikh ancestors who are entangled behind him, so that's it.

Then I can only shake people...