Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"Welcome to the Lord Tongtian!"

"Welcome to the Lord Tongtian!"

"Welcome to the Lord Tongtian!"

Waves of pious sounds resounded throughout the arena.

Most people don't know why, and they follow him to worship him by accident.

"Crazy, flower growers are crazy."

Little Tianzhu was shocked by the momentum of Huaxia's unity.

"Check! Check quickly, what level is Lord Tongtian in Chinese mythology?" Tianzhu's top management said.

But the final feedback is:

There is no such god.

"Another nameless god. What tricks is their summoner playing?"

"You must be pretending to fool us and gain momentum to win. No, I figured it out."

"In their Chinese language, there is a word called farewell."

"No matter who it is, their god will die in this battle, so treat him with the highest courtesy in advance."

When these words reached Su Ming's ears, he almost laughed out loud.

Farewell to the leader of Tongtian?

Who gave you courage?

Is it Ms. Liang?

……

Tianmen.

The leader of Tongtian Cult came with Qi, and the gate of heaven had already been opened for him.

The Lord Tongtian came uninvited, and not only did his price drop, but he, like Patriarch Bodhi, possessed the supreme power to influence the order of the divine world.

But just as he was crossing the Tianmen Gate, an accident happened.

The Tianmen, which was hundreds of feet high and blessed by a special order, was shaking crazily and had a tendency to break at the corners.

"Rumble!"

Leader Tongtian stroked his beard and hair, "Is this... not welcoming poor Taoists?"

No one responded to him, but when the leader of Tongtian was about to lift his feet, the trembling feeling became even more intense.

"Hmm, are you threatening Pindao?" Leader Tongtian looked slightly displeased.

Because Tianmen seems to be saying: If you dare to cross here today, I will dare to split it on the spot, believe it or not?

This situation is transmitted to the lower world through the big screen.

Misunderstood by the world.

Westerner: "Hahahaha, I'm laughing so hard. Could it be that he was blacklisted by Tianmen and banned from the lower world?"

"Well done! If the leader of Tongtian doesn't come down, China will lose the opportunity to refresh the divine record, and there will be no god to fight, so it will be considered as abandoning the game."

"Then China will really be finished."

Little Sheila said angrily: "Hey, hey, what you said is too absolute. There is another rule in the mythical arena. If there is no god to fight, the summoner can come in person and fight the god."

"Pfft, fight with gods and defeat Lord Vishnu?"

Beat Kassapa Buddha?

Beat King Asura?

Indeed, the pressure suddenly fell on Su Ming.

It was obviously a sure win, but something happened at a critical moment.

Ancestor Tongtian,

You have angered the order of the arena, right? How can this be dealt with...

If Patriarch Tongtian really couldn't get down, then he would have no choice but to get up in person.

There is no other choice.

But there is only one ending, go up and get the lunch box directly.

With the newly rising piety in China, some people immediately complained, "It's over, it's over, come down quickly!"

"One game determines three wins. We have no retreat."

Summoner, please think of a solution...

Tianmen.

The tremors still didn't stop, and the leader of Tongtian Cult was so angry that he wanted to smash the Tianmen into pieces with a slap.

But at this moment, an old Taoist voice came from outside the sky: "Fellow Taoist Tongtian, please calm down. This door is very strange. It connects the entire outside world to the human world. If you slap it down, the heavenly gate will be destroyed and the human world will be destroyed."

Leader Tongtian's eyes flashed: "It turns out to be fellow Taoist Zhunti. I heard that you also went there. I don't know what you have to say."

Patriarch Bodhi sat firmly in the Three-Star Temple, but his voice traveled through the nine heavens.

"This is not simple. You and I are too strong in Dao. The arena cannot bear it. Since the real body can't get off, then..."

Patriarch Tongtian understood and shouted from the air: "Thank you, fellow Taoist."

Immediately, without saying a word, he slashed his palm towards the center of his eyebrows, beheading one of the three corpses, the Good Corpse, on the spot.

"Well, that's much better."

Patriarch Bodhi laughed out loud: "With the cultivation level of my Taoist friends, there is no need to be good at corpses. A thought power incarnation is enough."

Because that’s what Patriarch Bodhi did in the last scene.

But for the sake of safety, the Tongtian Cult Master had better play it safe.

After all, the thunder god that Patriarch Bodhi fought was not at the same level as the three gods in this scene.

finally!finally!

After the silence of Tianmen passed, a burst of Hongmeng purple energy burst out instantly.

Under the attention of hundreds of millions of people, the purple energy turned into a wisp of duckweed, fell lightly, and finally spread out in the arena.

The duckweed settles and the green robe appears.

He was an arrogant Taoist who seemed to have the power to reach heaven.

When his eyes fell on Su Ming, he couldn't help but show kindness on his face.

"That's true."

Su Ming suddenly became nervous. Lingbao Tianzun, Tongtian Cult Master, why does he look at me like that?

Whether in the parallel world or here, Sanqing is the supreme god, and this supremacy is truly supreme.

The flower grower didn't dare to talk nonsense, he only dared to whisper in his heart.

Leader Tongtian fits the image of Taoist ancestors very well, but he adheres to the only principle.

The strength of the person in front of me should be lower than that of Patriarch Bodhi.

It's a pity that I can't feel the sense of oppression from this leader.

Although the appearance method is also very good, it still does not meet expectations.

People are like this, they always like to make subjective assumptions about things in advance.

But at this moment, Little Eagle-chan, Little Sheila, Little Tianzhu, Little...

They all felt their blood boiling, and it seemed as if a god living in the depths of their souls was weighing them down, making them breathless.

"What's going on? I just had the idea of ​​slandering him, as if I was caught up in something."

"Unknown, unknown feeling..."

The most terrifying thing is that their thoughts seem to be suppressed by something.

"Mad! What have the gods of the east done to us?"

"Didn't we say that the gods in the arena have little influence on us? What kind of god is this? He can actually..."

Ignore the rules!

This is horrible.

Of course, the leader of Tongtian didn't do anything, he just went to that station.

However, Su Ming knew that the mythical arena could indeed limit divine power.

But it cannot limit cause and effect.

From the moment Lord Tongtian arrived, karma was planted, just because he deliberately avoided the people of China.

Such an invincible and caring Daozu made me cry to death!

As the only person who could communicate with God, Su Ming did not dare to neglect the Tongtian Cult Leader at all, and immediately said respectfully: "This disciple is sincerely afraid that he has disturbed the Heavenly Lord. Please don't blame the Heavenly Lord."

Unexpectedly, the leader of Tongtian Cult said: "Little boy, do you know how proud you are that you have alarmed my senior brother? If I hadn't been entrusted by my senior brother, I would never have come."

Shock! But Su Ming did not dare to delay Ning, and quickly thanked him: "This disciple deserves death, let the two Heavenly Lords worry about it."

"That's all. I also have selfish motives for going down to the next world. I will give you another opportunity after this matter is over."

Listening to the conversation between the old man in green robe and Su Ming, there were boos outside the venue.

"Why is he so sure that he can walk out of the ring alive?"

"It's just a matter of confusion, let's look at my Tianzhu God..."

Before he finished speaking, the gate of heaven in the west opened, and the three gods appeared one by one.

An infinitely large golden body of the Buddha crashed into the ring, and in an instant bursts of Sanskrit sounds rang out across the sky.

"Amitabha~"

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