Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Chapter 772 No longer alive

Changshengtian was still not satisfied with this level of intensity.

I originally wanted to rely on the weakness in my heart to leave a trace of warmth.

But now it seems that it is not necessary.

"I'm sorry, but I can give everything for this battle."

"So are you, too."

Then Chang Sheng Tian said loudly: "Come back, my child."

"Return to your father's arms."

As soon as the voice fell, the entire arena shook violently. Then, earthquakes occurred in all Mongolian areas, both Inner Mongolia and Outer Mongolia, and all life was obscured.

The feeling of blood trembling became more and more intense, insidious and strange.

"What on earth happened? I clearly felt like I was being elevated."

"But why does this sublimation seem to be heading towards some kind of extinction?"

The fear comes from the unknown, and the Mongolian people are both excited and afraid.

Even other compatriots in Longguo were envious: "Is Changshengtian expanding his pantheon? The people are collectively becoming gods."

Envy~

It was not until the first person instantly evaporated into light gas and flew towards the arena that Su Ming was completely certain.

This is indeed creating gods, but what is created is not them, but oneself.

"I'm sorry, Changshengtian, they are my people now too."

Su Ming didn't want to go against the saint's practices, but now that his bottom line had been reached, he had no choice but to take action.

Suddenly, a huge golden hand rushed out, blocking the sacrificial channel.

Changshengtian wanted to try again, but Su Ming was blocking him and he couldn't suck it in.

"What a great people you have." Changshengtian was a little displeased.

With Su Ming's current strength, the six-petal golden flower of the Great Dao plus the true essence of the three saints.

There is no pressure in blocking Changshengtian across the arena.

Changshengtian then asked, "You should understand that what I am doing is selfless. If everything can be unified, I will surely win this battle."

It was clearly his own choice, but Changshengtian told Su Ming to choose.

Yes, on one side is victory in the ring, and on the other side is the life and death of the people.

It’s really hard to choose.

In fact, the life and death of his people were not that important to Su Ming.

After all, in such an era, many people died, but Su Ming did not allow it.

This is a question of conscience. Once this door is opened, he will change.

Then, Su Ming shook his head heavily: "Senior, please stop."

"With my blood and essence, I may be able to bring all things together into one."

Su Ming was a ruthless man of few words. He stabbed himself in the heart, spilled a drop of blood, and shot it across the ring.

"Hahaha, such good blood essence, of course I have to grab it!"

Batala kept staring at it, ready to pocket the essence and blood.

"How dare you!" Changshengtian shouted angrily, flashed over and used his body to block Batara's dirty hands.

"You think you can get your hands on the essence of destiny? Get lost."

After sending Batara flying, Changshengtian held the drop of essence blood.

“Such a wonderful thing can really fill this gap.”

"But external things are external things after all, and this Saint has his own pride."

He would rather everything be imperfect than have himself be flawed.

"Take them back. Since you have admitted that they are yours, protect them well. Otherwise, I will hold you accountable."

Changshengtian threw the drop of blood back and started fighting with the Three Saints.

What Su Ming sacrificed was not ordinary blood, but blood from his heart.

Just this one drop.

The moment he was stripped off, his realm regressed to quasi-saint.

As soon as the essence and blood were thrown back, the semi-saint realm was stabilized again.

"Senior...sigh." Su Ming didn't know what to say and could only sigh silently.

The Mongolian people saw this and were filled with mixed feelings.

Especially the children of Outer Mongolia, the gods secretly hated in their hearts: We... do we still have a chance to return to the embrace of China?

But such a beautiful wish can only be choked in the throat.

.........

In the sacred arena, Genghis Khan’s “expansion of territory” seemed to usher in the twilight of the gods, and divine blood splattered everywhere.

Almost everyone who could fight was either injured or killed.

The battle is almost coming to an end.

The key still depends on Changshengtian, which is currently besieged by the Three Saints.

Gradually, I felt a little weak.

"You two help me put him in the Book of Canaan, and he will be dead."

El didn't want to wait any longer, so he reunited the God of Canaan.

In an instant, the three thousand great worlds merged into one, paving the way for Changshengtian's death.

"At your service!"

Batara broke a small piece of his holy body, and at the cost of this, he took the lead in grabbing one of Changshengtian's arms.

Tani followed closely behind and entangled Chang Shengtian's other hand.

Such a death tug is an unsolvable shackle even for a saint.

"Bastard!" No matter how Changshengtian screamed, he couldn't break free.

In just a moment, the Canaan God Realm swallowed him up.

"It's done." Erler smiled playfully, even though the process was difficult.

Fortunately, it didn't cost much.

"Just wait a few minutes, and then you can ring the bell of victory."

The three saints sat together, thinking that they could finally take a breath.

In the Canaan God Realm, there was too much divine power gushing out. Changshengtian reached out his hand and found that no matter how tiny the power was, he could not use it. If this continued, he would be submerged in this torrent of divine power.

Changshengtian took a deep breath. Faced with this situation, the only thing he could do was "break".

But no matter how hard they tried, they just couldn't break through the barrier of the sea.

"It's useless. The blessings of the origin of the power of the three gods, which you relied on, have all been consumed by you. What can you use to break the impasse?" Erler sneered.

"In fact, I was also surprised. I didn't expect that the origins of the boundary forces of our three divine systems could be integrated together. Moreover, the integration was so perfect."

Erle laughed loudly, not trying to hide his inner wildness.

In the unknown divine realm, champagne has already been popped at halftime.

"It's a pity that I can only win by one point in this wonderful battle."

Jehovah shook his head.

"Sometimes I feel that there is something wrong with the scoring mechanism in the ring."

"Since it's a draw, it would be reasonable for neither side to score any points."

The Valkyrie heard this idea and asked for instructions from her superiors.

He actually agreed to this request.

"God is right. Change the current score immediately."

"The current score is 5/0."

Originally, the Valkyrie thought it was too ugly that the West had always been rated zero.

That is why the scoring method for a tie is one point for each person.

Since the other person doesn't like being taken care of, then forget it.

Jehovah: What? Fuck…

Even though it was a bit too much, I had to swallow what he said.

"It doesn't matter. The chances of winning this game are clear, and we can still achieve a breakthrough from zero." Jehovah was in a good mood.

But the looks from the people around him almost devoured him alive.

Back on the sacred arena, the Canaan divine realm is as solid as a rock.

The holy nature of Changshengtian gradually showed signs of collapse under this erosion.

As a result, he had to make a difficult decision.

"I am forced to this point, how can I live in seclusion? That Saint..."

"No more alive!"