Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

At this moment, Brother Monkey was crying because the golden thread on his body had loosened and could no longer trap him.

The inner world also shattered.

Seventeen of the eighteen flower seeds have been implemented.

What is left is an empty shell, and its implications are self-evident.

"Master!"

The roar exploded everything, annihilating the Kidu system in an instant.

I can’t hold it any longer, I really can’t hold it any longer, that little monk who knitted a tiger skin skirt for my grandson...

really gone.

The Jidu divine system has been civilized and integrated with all the heavens and worlds.

At the same moment, the Holy Sound exploded, and then the Blood of the Holy Path rained down, which could be seen from almost every corner of the world.

"It's raining, blood rain."

It was obviously golden, but it was filled with the smell of blood.

That's why everyone was sure that the rain contained blood.

People were horrified to discover that the Gidu pantheon had long been reduced to ruins.

Those little angels who were still alive were completely turned into ashes in this rain of blood. Is this a burial?

The huge Jidu divine system was just annihilated in the horizon.

Not a single god left?

There used to be three phantoms standing in the Zhongtian Domain, but now only Brother Monkey is left.

It was so sudden that believers didn’t want to believe that Jesus was wiped out without any resistance?

"The golden flowers of the great road nourished by the fruits of your journey to the West swallowed up Jesus..."

Suddenly, everyone understood that Dongfang Yiyi had a backup plan.

Bodhi knows it, Tathagata knows it, and Golden Chanzi also knows it.

Only Brother Monkey doesn't know...

People began to speculate whether this rain of blood fell for Jesus or for the golden cicada.

still is……

Monkey Brother induced heavenly crying.

"If you transform yourself into a seed and plant it in, you will become a saint, right?"

The people had no time to feel hurt and stared at Dao Jinhua.

Maybe the opportunity to become a saint appears. It depends on Brother Monkey's choice.

As for Westerners, Gidu believers can be found in almost all Western countries, and Jesus died more than once.

Nailed on the cross and beaten back to the Christ Child.

But now there is no cross, nor the reincarnated Holy Child.

All signs indicate that Saint Jesus has really...

"Death is not easy for a monkey!"

"Those sixteen seeds are irrigated by the holy blood and mixed with holy fragments. They belong to us Gidu. We must take them back no matter what."

People from the Dragon Kingdom: "Do you think you still have the foundation to establish a religion?"

How can we welcome back the saint's ruins when the entire pantheon of gods is gone?

However, Gidu believers always firmly believe that the only God is still there.

Unfortunately, despite asking for instructions countless times, God has not responded.

In desperation, he could only ask Islan for help with a sullen face.

The only true God is at peace, and these sounds can naturally be heard.

But he was also indifferent.

They don't even care about their master, Jehovah. He has nothing to do.

Heartache!

Jehovah now felt more than just physical pain, and was filled with anger that could not be vented. The only thing that made him feel a little bit relieved was that Jesus walked away peacefully.

It was just a matter of seconds, otherwise Jehovah would have been afraid that he would not be able to bear it.

"There is no other way. As long as that phantom remains, the saints in the heavens will be checked and balanced, and no one can make a difference."

Whether to welcome him back or launch a crusade against the saints.

On this issue, all saints have their own secrets.

Fortunately, they only understood it after the dream appeared.

The will of a saint cannot be done as he pleases. It has reached this point, and there are still people suppressing it.

"That's all. Even if a monkey manages to become a saint, it is still far from us. Ahem..."

That rain of blood was not for anyone, but was the handiwork of Jehovah.

Jesus’ defeat was a foregone conclusion, and Jehovah did not want the pantheon he created to serve as a foil to others.

Therefore, only Jesus was abandoned, and all other gods were taken away.

Anla talked to Jehovah from the air. I don’t know whether it was a sarcasm or a sigh: "If you take away the gods, then the Western faith can only be supported by me."

In fact, Jehovah’s approach is quite conservative. One Jesus can elevate that monkey to the throne.

If the entire pantheon of gods is eaten by him, then...

Jehovah had no choice but to ask: "Didn't you notice?"

"Fate cannot be violated. Since the origin of the world has chosen to revolve around the East, anything we do in the West will be wrong. The final outcome will only be destruction. You should take care of yourself."

It is no longer just an example. Guai, Tianzhu, and then Jidu, who will be next?

After hearing this, Anla seemed very calm, "Hahaha."

"To be honest, after all this time, I still don't know what else can scare us."

Is it death? That's what ants are still worried about.

When you reach the realm of a saint, perhaps death is a luxury.

The more this happened, the expression on Jehovah's face gradually became weirder.

"Good guy, do you envy my Jesus? I can help you."

As long as Anla wants to die, Jehovah can definitely inherit his pantheon.

But while they were chatting, a sign of luck fell and hit the saints like them on the head, causing them to panic.

"So fast?"

What was supposed to come came anyway, and the Eastern saints rushed to run.

No one from the West is going.

This time too, Jehovah will flee to another void.

But he was deceived by the Taoist secret, and the void transformed into the entrance to the Holy Abyss.

Of course Jehovah could change the direction, but after thinking about it, he still sighed. After all, the other party had given the saint enough dignity to invite him over. It would be rude if he pushed him back and forth.

An La was also helpless, complaining in her heart, hadn't she been there once?

Why do it over and over again for no reason?

"Let's go, that monkey, if you are lucky enough to become a saint."

"He can't stay either..."

After Jehovah dropped these words, he glanced at Sun Wukong.

Smile meaningfully.

As if to say: I am waiting for you in a higher place.

……

"Ah ah ah, the gear of fate has finally turned to this step."

Expectation, longing, excitement...

Since the beginning of the mythical arena, Brother Monkey has created countless legends.

The image has already been deeply rooted in people's hearts.

Along the way, countless people in the Dragon Kingdom hope that Brother Monkey will become a saint. Now, I am afraid that only the last step is left.

"Shen Su is still fighting, but it's a pity that he couldn't witness this scene with his own eyes."

Over there, Su Ming has killed Shahriwal, the guardian of Dixi.

About to ascend to the third heaven, when facing the God of Purity, one of Ahura's right-hand men, his heart was shocked.

"Brother Monkey," Su Ming murmured, "What on earth are you going through?"

From the withered echo of decay to the bloom of life.

In just a few minutes, Su Ming was worried no less than a hundred times.

The crisis was resolved, but an unimaginable moment ushered in.

A feeling like this can only be felt by our ancestors.

"Could it be..."

I still remember that when my ancestors buried the saint Tiamat, they became a true saint at that moment.

"No matter what, I have to go and have a look." Su Ming made up his mind.

Abandoning the remaining three heavens, he cut through the abyss...