The moment Su Ming saw the ancestor of humanity, his hanging heart finally relaxed.
I'm sorry, ancestor. It's not that I want to disturb you. There is really nothing I can do. He can't stop Tutankhamun. If the Xuanyuan Sword is broken, he will have no face to face his ancestor.
Brother Monkey also had respect for Emperor Xuanyuan, and immediately asked: "Hey, little Sun, that outer god is carrying too many ancient things. In this regard, it is not far from the era when Emperor Xuanyuan lived."
Su Ming naturally understood what Brother Monkey said, every deed leads to success.
Most of the gods in the East were enshrined as gods as early as the beginning of history, before eternity, and then they went through tribulations in five thousand years of history, reflecting a scene of myth.
Otherwise, God cannot be created by relying solely on five thousand years of ancient history.
In fact, the same is true for other pantheons. Gods come first, and then there is the history of gods.
Tutankhamun heard the Yellow Emperor's voice and did not raise his eyes to look.
"It's about to break. This kind of sword shouldn't exist in the world if I can't use it." Tutankhamen's golden gloves were still frantically tearing apart the Xuanyuan Sword.
"You want to destroy my sword?" Shengyun descended and the sky collapsed.
Huang Di seemed unwilling to risk too much movement. At the moment when the sky curtain collapsed, he used the holy rhyme to stabilize the sky curtain.
Only then did the divine golden rainbow appear in front of Tutankhamun.
"Alright, monkey-moved reinforcements, I noticed you."
"I advise you not to waste your efforts, otherwise, anyone who stands in my way will die!"
Huang Di raised his eyes and smiled, and the golden light of the avenue flipped back and forth.
It must be that he was too low-key, which prevented the other party from seeing him.
Whatever.
"Friend of the gods, why don't you give me a try?" Huang Di said with a smile.
Tutankhamun: "Annoying fly, I'll deal with you later."
Xuanyuan Huangdi shook his head, "Oh, I'm old. I didn't enter Taoism earlier. The world respects me, and the world is at home."
"Now that I have taken that step, I have lost my majesty."
There is anger hidden in Tutankhamun's eyes, this bad old man.
Very annoying! Moreover, the cracks on the Xuanyuan Sword stopped moving.
"What did you just say? This is your sword?" Tutankhamun asked.
Huang Di nodded and shouted: "Here comes the sword!" Xuanyuan Sword's silent emotions jumped wildly.
With a sudden sound, it fell into the hands of Emperor Xuanyuan Huang.
"You, return my sword!"
Tutankhamun's obsession with Xuanyuan Sword reached the point of madness.
Subconsciously, he thought Xuanyuan Sword was his.
Suddenly the divine light overturned, and the golden fists exploded with endless murderous intent, blasting towards Xuanyuan Huangdi.
It was also at this moment that Huang Di's eyes lit up, "This glove..."
“The material is good.”
Similarly, the opponent was coveting the Xuanyuan Sword, and he was also interested in the gloves.
After tracing back to the origin, we discovered that before the golden gloves, there was a mask with profound meaning.
"You have touched my sword. I would like to take a look at these gloves."
Emperor Xuanyuan fought with Tutankhamun. He flicked his left arm away with one finger, and clamped Tutankhamun's wrist with another finger, and then looked at it carefully.
"Asshole! What do you want to do!" Tutankhamun finally panicked.
This seemingly ordinary old man's actions were also very ordinary.
But he was suppressed in all aspects, absolutely suppressed.
"I told you that I want to see your gloves. This is called reciprocity."
It is worthy of being the source of Chinese civilization, and everything he says is so reasonable.
Tutankhamun tried several times, but couldn't break free, and then he remembered: "You, are you really the master of this sword?"
The Xuanyuan Sword is engraved with the word Xuanyuan, echoing its divine character.
At first glance, Xuanyuan Sword seems to be part of this person's body.
"Let's borrow the gloves to have a look." The figure of Xuanyuan Huangdi is illusory and real, and it is difficult to distinguish between true and false. But if you think about it carefully, a saint will never be critical with his true body, so...
Can Tutankhamun be suppressed and beaten with just one projection?
"Brother Monkey, you are more experienced. What is his level?"
Su Ming asked.
Brother Monkey's golden eyes flashed, "A bit strong, but below me."
It’s not that he is bragging, it’s Brother Monkey who has mastered a unique realm.
If you are strong, you will be strong. No matter who comes, you can force a 50-50 split.
But in terms of basic strength, Brother Monkey can definitely sit in the ranks of quasi-sages.
Tutankhamun's strength is probably in the middle of the quasi-saint range.
"No wonder I'm no match." Su Ming sighed secretly.
With all his trump cards included, he is only half a step closer to the quasi-saint level.
It can be seen from this that the saying that all saints are ants is no joke, it is just a shadow...
Click!
Emperor Xuanyuan cut off Tutankhamun's hand with another finger.
"Ah!" The pain invaded his whole body, and Tutankhamun almost went crazy.
"my hand!"
A broken arm is actually not scary for someone of his level, but the terrifying Kanazawa left on the broken arm lingers and keeps blocking new life.
His hands can't grow anymore!
He looked at Xuanyuan Huangdi again, full of fear.
A visceral fear.
This guy said look at the gloves, not take them off.
Instead, he cut off his hand.
Then the cold voice sounded again: "Well, there is one more."
"Bring it over and have a look too."
"No! How dare you! You madman, how dare you hurt me like this!"
Tutankhamun had already broken one of his arms, and he waved out his hand with the potential to break the world, but what faced him was his other broken arm.
The two gloves collided and destroyed the disordered space.
"Your body is too weak to bear these gloves, so you might as well leave them to me for safekeeping." Emperor Xuanyuan took over the sky and grabbed Tutankhamun's other arm with his other hand, about to tear it off. .
"Stop! No! Don't! I don't care who you are!"
"If you dare to hurt me, you are provoking a war among the gods. The great ancestor god Amon-Ra will not let you go."
"Including your own divine system, it will also be destroyed because of you."
The opponent was too strong, so ridiculously strong that Tutankhamun was unable to resist, so he had to move out the only true god.
Xuanyuan Huangdi paused: "Oh, are you threatening me?"
"An ancient civilization from another time and space carries too many things and is indeed very intimidating."
In fact, when the Chinese civilization opened up, Huangdi had already sensed the existence of the ancient Egyptian civilization and had long wanted to see it.
"So your supreme ancestor god is called La?" Huang Di sneered.
Tutankhamun's heart has reached its lowest point, but he is not afraid of pulling!
"Okay! Okay! If you break my arms, you may not have to pay the price."
"Great La, our divine court has been desecrated, please come down!"
This sound turned into a decree and seemed to be able to penetrate everything.
It was directly transmitted to the City of the Sun outside the Endless Realm.
In an instant, a violent current burst out, lifting the entire Sun City.
"what happened!"
Not only the gods in the city, but also the sleeping Nine Pillar Gods were startled.
Then the terrifying phantom manifested outside the territory, and the two worlds were brought closer.
"Friend, you have to be merciful and merciful. I think you understand this sentence better than me. That's pretty much it."
La's voice was deep, and dozens of suns circled behind him.
It can be seen that Tutankhamun is facing a saint.
But they were not the ones he expected, and he couldn't help but be horrified.
How many saints are there in the East?
