Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"Hasta!" Su Ming held his hand, trying to catch him back.

But the fire was extremely fast and engulfed Hastur in an instant.

The yellow suit was annihilated and completed its final belief.

It disappeared too quickly, which Su Ming did not expect.

"In this clumsy way to buy time, even if I give you a few more years or hundreds of years, what will happen?"

"Do you think you can become a saint in a short time?"

The reason why Amaterasu is so teasing is because she has confirmed it.

Su Ming's biggest trump card is these people on the divine tree.

She has already killed three people, but she wants to see who else is there?

This time it fell to Su Ming.

The existence of the divine genealogy is very special. As long as a name is left in it, it can exist in various forms, but he is not sure whether Hastur and the others are killed this time. There is a possibility of reappearing.

Even if there is, it will have to wait until he becomes a saint to complete it.

Amaterasu is approaching step by step, and there are still a few names in the divine genealogy.

But Su Ming held it firmly in his hand and had no intention of using it.

"I'm curious, why are you fighting for this little time?"

Su Ming sat on the floor, and if it hadn't been for the few mood swings just now, he would have been quite peaceful.

What surprised Amaterasu was the so-called elixir.

Su Ming's injuries unexpectedly recovered 70% to 80% quickly.

Su Ming did not respond, he was ready for a life-and-death fight.

"You don't even have the last trump card, Su Shen..."

The people of the Dragon Kingdom couldn't bear to look down, hoping that a miracle would happen.

But at this moment, the divine genealogy in his hand erupted with golden light.

In an instant, the entire arena was swayed, and even Amaterasu's power was restrained by this sacred force.

"who!"

Isn’t there only five people in Su Ming’s divine genealogy? Poseidon is long dead.

How could the Ganesha erupt such a terrifying aura after being knocked back to his original form?

"No, it's not Ganesha, it's the aura of Confucianism."

The Chinese literati were in awe, not knowing who the visitor was.

But those who can condense this kind of Confucian spirit, and can even be called the world of Confucianism and Taoism, must definitely start as a Saint Master.

People can't help but imagine, is it Saint Kong who is here?

Even if he is not Saint Kong, Fu Shengyan Hui can still turn the tide.

After all, the battle between Yan Hui and Aristotle was witnessed by everyone.

Not only does he bear the name of restoration, but he can also become a saint.

However, the moment this person appeared, it was an unfamiliar face.

If it’s not Yan Hui, then who is the Confucian who still has such a powerful spirit?

"You have really forgotten that among the five Confucian sages, the Supreme Saint, the Second Saint, the Second Saint, and the Shu Saint, besides the Western Saint, have you ever heard of the name of the Zong Saint? He is..."

"Zong Sheng Zeng Shen!"

Some people remember it, and some people suddenly realize it.

The remaining part of the people have really forgotten and do not remember that memory.

Su Ming once visited the world of Confucianism and Taoism and met the sage Kong.

After that, Zengzi was presented with Su Ming's divine genealogy by the sage Kong.

"I don't know if it's because I'm older, but my memory isn't very good. I always forget things."

"Hey, you know what, me too, I'm only eighteen this year."

Only then did people realize that it was not because they were older.

It’s that someone doesn’t want them to remember something.

Some people with great supernatural powers can forcibly interfere with their memories.

Su Ming raised his eyes and wondered if he was feeling relaxed or something.

Across the sky, he still knocked: "Su Ming is guilty and should not bother Mr. Fu Sheng."

Seeing this scene, the people below shouted double standards.

"This is his true face. He wishes that the Western gods would die for him. This is the tone of his own gods."

Faced with strong accusations from Westerners, Su Ming remained unmoved.

Hastur, Tutankhamun died in battle, how could he not feel distressed?

Regardless of whether it is an Eastern or Western god, as long as it is in his divine genealogy, it is like the palm of the hand and the back of the hand are all flesh.

Zeng Shen just looked back and said calmly.

"Although I don't recommend you do this, but since you have done it, then feel free to do it. No one can disturb you within a stick of incense."

This was the first promise Zengzi made when he appeared in this world.

"What a loud tone!" Amaterasu looked at this person frantically in shock and anger.

"Haha, for a person who has been practicing filial piety all his life, his edges have been smoothed off a long time ago. Why do you boast so much?" Amaterasu asked.

She didn't know Zeng Zi, but she knew the person behind Zeng Zi.

You are too bored, it would be better if the Holy Master comes.

However, Su Ming's impressive move ended here.

Because of that divine genealogy, it was completely banned after Zeng Shen came out.

"Yes, I have upheld the principle of filial piety and brotherhood all my life, but suddenly I discovered that, like Senior Brother Ziyuan, I don't know how to fight." Zeng Shen flipped his hands and took out weapons other than books.

But it made Amaterasu amused: "That senior brother of yours can't compare to you."

"After all, no matter how confident he is, he only dares to challenge God, and what you are facing is a saint."

In this regard, Amaterasu believed that Zeng Zi was better than Yan Hui.

"Don't you have the Five Sages in Confucianism? Are you one of them?"

Amaterasu smiled as she spoke and quickly added.

"Don't you take these self-proclaimed titles as reality?"

Amaterasu released an incarnation from the command room, thinking that he could restrain Zeng Shen and even kill him.

Unexpectedly, Zeng Shen flipped through the pages and turned to a page: "Yes."

"I once killed a pig with a sword, so I know some martial arts skills."

The page flew out and turned into a handful in an instant...

Butcher knife.

It was stained with rust and looked like it had some age. Could it be the one he used to kill pigs?

"I remembered, my grandfather told me this allusion."

Some people want to retell it, but feel embarrassed.

But in the sky, there was a voice chanting: Babies do not have knowledge. They treat their parents as scholars.

Listen to your parents’ teachings…

The people below listened with great interest: "My soul seems to have been sublimated, and I seem to have enlightened."

When he reacted again, he saw Tianzhao incarnate and was chopped into powder by Zengzi's knife, which was more cruel than killing a pig.

I'll do it! Are you telling me that this is not a fight?

"Did you see that this person has several layers of halo blessings on his body? He is a master of personalization and should not be underestimated."

Because some persons have no specific realm and can only roughly judge their strength through their aura.

The halo above Zengzi's head has seven layers.

Amaterasu didn't know much about personification, so he was careless for a moment.

The hand that reached out to Su Ming was blocked by Zeng Zi's knife.

"The best among moralists, Mr. Zhuge and Mr. Qu Yuan, are all existences that can shake the saints."

Everyone exclaimed, but when they thought of Zeng Zi and Yan Hui.

They were both disciples of Confucianism, but Yan Hui took over his personal destiny, so Zengzi probably didn't have much left.

But his performance was not much worse than Fu Sheng Yan Hui.

Amaterasu smelled her sleeves subconsciously, and there was a strong smell of blood that wouldn't go away.

I couldn't help but ask: "What is this knife of yours used for?"