PDLP Chapter 794 Abu Kahehe
Chapter 794 Abu Kahehe
Although Su Ming's restrictions do not stop anyone below the level of a Saint, the level of this competition is too high and not everyone can take part.
Not even Yang Jian can do it.
You must start as a saint!
After all, Azathoth is alone and is supporting three little saints.
"I'll try again, it should work." Monkey King concentrated a little.
He actually used his heart to see through Su Ming's ban, but the next second.
A law of destiny fell and blocked Monkey King again.
It was as if some mysterious force was controlling all of this.
This game does not belong to the man of destiny, so the man of destiny will not be allowed to leave.
"No, it's impossible. Xiao Sun, you haven't become a saint yet. It shouldn't be you."
Monkey King was extremely anxious. He had already become indifferent to life and death along the way.
On the contrary, he attached even greater importance to his friendship with Su Ming.
No matter what, Su Ming would not be able to win this battle.
"Brother Monkey, don't waste your energy. I can't die." Su Ming said with a smile.
In fact, Su Ming knew that he might not be the one to fight in this match, but as a summoner, he had the privilege of roaming around the ring at will, so he could be the one to fight in this match.
Yang Jian, the Monkey King and others stood in a row, if it were in the past.
They had already gone to the Xiantian Saint to ask for an explanation in anger.
But at this point, the Xiantian Sage would not care about the feelings of his subordinates in everything he does, including his master, Patriarch Bodhi. If it is not his business, he probably won't care too much.
Seeing that Su Ming was about to enter the ring, Azathoth frowned.
That shouldn't be the case. Azathoth can predict the future and knows that this is a game of variables. Although there are difficulties, he will be the winner in the end, and his opponent will definitely die in battle.
How could this young man, who was highly expected by everyone in the world, die?
So the attitude just now seemed like Azathoth was trying to play a joke on him.
Okay, enough kidding.
"Go back. I'm afraid you can't even last one round in my hands now." Azathoth shook his arm.
Su Ming, who had half a foot stepped into the ring, was shocked back.
It landed right on the Eastern Altar.
Su Ming didn't ask why, but just sighed.
At the same time, the Tianmen restriction he set up was also blasted away by some mysterious force and reconnected to the arena.
Boom!
In the far depths of the Eastern Divine Realm, boundless brilliant light and precious aura suddenly emerged.
He demonstrated supreme divine power in the chaos, which for a moment overshadowed all the gods in the East and made the sky dark.
Immediately, a voice resounded throughout the heavens and the worlds: "I thought that since you are wearing the cloak of fate, as long as you stand up, nothing can be unchangeable."
"It seems that I thought too much. What can't be escaped, can't be escaped in the end."
No one knew why the Xiantian Saint suddenly left the stage.
I can't bear to watch it, I feel ashamed for him. If they just send one of them off the field, the game will collapse on its own.
The sound from far away slowly came closer, invisible and intangible.
All we know is that it is to honor gods, or more specifically, to honor saints.
Soon, there was an unusual movement in the sky gate, but this time it was not a tremor.
Instead, it changed its color to blood red to celebrate the arrival of this great god.
"Who is he?"
There are gods and Buddhas all over the sky, but no one can peek into the secret sacred mechanism.
Even Monkey King’s flaming eyes could not see through it.
Then we can only wait for this person to reveal his mystery himself.
Only Su Ming saw it, and his mood suddenly became gloomy.
After concentrating for a long time, he suddenly clasped his hands and kowtowed his head forward heavily, and the sound became heavy.
"Junior Su Ming, together with the Chinese people, respectfully invites the God of Tungus, the Great Ancestor Goddess, Abu Kahehe!"
Su Ming's words were extremely respectful, but even he felt that this was like a death warrant for the other party.
"The Great Ancestor Goddess? Abukahehe, how could this happen?"
The voice just now was clearly a male voice, why did it become that of the Mother Goddess?
Most Chinese people don't quite understand, but their Manchu compatriots, at this moment, show pious expressions and bow down in worship.
At the same time, the mood is heavy.
"My Manchu mythology will be revived in the next moment."
Due to historical reasons, they have been suppressed for too long over the years.
Even today, when the age of gods has arrived, they dare not mention their own myths. Firstly, they don't want to mention them, and secondly, it is a disguised form of protection.
But unexpectedly, the Mother Goddess finally came.
The accident happened so quickly and suddenly that they could only force themselves to transform this emotion into surprise.
"Great Mother Goddess, please listen to the praises of your people. Let us welcome your coming with all things new."
Some shamans suddenly came out, wearing magic hats, beating magic drums, and singing in this way.
People knew that Azathoth was powerful, but they were not clear about the significance of this battle.
All we know is that the status of Goddess Abu Kahehe in the hearts of Manchu compatriots is supreme and unparalleled.
Outside the Heavenly Gate, Abu Ka heard Su Ming’s call.
And heard the call of his people.
The originally heavy mood suddenly became much more relaxed.
There was an indomitable fighting spirit in those golden eyes.
"The only variable in the West falls on me." Abuka said in a deep voice, with one foot completely crossing the sky gate.
“Even if I can’t break the situation, I won’t embarrass the God System.”
Azathoth on the ring has begun to confront Abuka from a distance.
He is a powerful saint.
I even saw a source of this person, and couldn't help but wonder: "The only creator of the maternal pantheon?"
This identity is enough for Azathoth to look up to the other party.
The situation that was originally a sure win suddenly became stressful.
But if you want to leverage this variable, this foundation is not enough.
"Really?" The saints had a telepathic connection. Although neither of them said anything, they understood each other's meaning.
"Then there is one more thing you need to do before you completely die."
"You do not mind right."
Abuka's other foot paused, stuck outside the Heavenly Gate.
Azathoth shook his head. He had taken advantage of the western variables. "Then please do as you please."
Abu Kahehe did not hesitate and directly knocked on the 34th heaven.
“Lingbao Tianzun, this Saint has taken this disaster for Dongfang, and you have no expression for it?” Abu Ka paused and continued, “You know what I want.”
There was a response from the other side soon: "Then go ahead. No matter what the outcome of this battle is, motherhood will take precedence after you pass away."
After hearing this, Abu Ka's expression became serious.
After all, the maternal deity is too weak in the East.
If she participated in this game, the maternal pantheon would probably be completely wiped out.
But some things should be established in the world and even more so in the heart.
"Thank you!"
The great master of the maternal pantheon, Abu Kahehe, wrapped in the Four Swords of Immortal Execution, instantly fell towards the sacred arena.
At this moment, the variables in Azathoth moved.
When he sees Abuka’s true face, it will be the 14th round of the sacred arena.
This also kicked off the prologue...