Volume 1, Chapter 181: The Blessed Immortal Lord, the poor Taoist Zhang Daoling is polite!

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"Next game? Who do you think will appear on your side?"

The Bull Demon King asked curiously.

"Judging from the current situation, it is very likely that it is Poseidon, the god of the sea, or Hades, the king of Hades."

Athena said after thinking for a moment.

Of course, this is a guess based on their initiative. If it was a random draw from the arena, then we don’t know.

But at their level, they all understand that the so-called randomness is only for those gods who are unwilling to end.

If they really reach the level of God King, as long as they are willing to take the initiative, the arena will not refuse them.

Just as the two sides were talking, a voice came from the ring.

[At the beginning of the third game, representatives from both sides are invited to draw lots. 】

Everyone looked towards the mythical arena.

Jiang Wenming walked onto the ring step by step, wondering who would join the battle this time.

"Based on the current situation, Nezha and the Tota King Li Jing, or the Lord of the Tenth Palace should appear soon."

This is not because they are more famous, but because those who are stronger than them have too high status, and those who are weaker than them have too low status.

If he guessed correctly, one of the Greek Big Three should come down this time.

From this point of view, heaven and hell should also send people of this level to the end.

Thinking about these, I gently turned the dial with my fingers.

Before the turntable could stop, a black beam of light was seen falling from the sky.

Endless death shrouded the entire scene, cold, evil, and ominous.

The participating gods from Greece appeared!

Hades!

"It turned out to be Hades, the king of Hades. The grandson of Zeus really didn't end up in trouble."

Jiang Wenming was speechless.

At this time, the turntable in front of him had stopped, and the name on it was frozen.

When Jiang Wenming saw this name, he looked stunned, feeling indescribably surprised.

"How could it be this big boss?"

He thought about many people, but he never thought it would be this one.

Ancestral Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling!

The founder of Tianshi Taoism!

The direct disciple of Daode Tianzun is still the most outstanding one!

Ranked second in heaven, the most important thing is that he is not a god, but an immortal!

Those who are gods: God has given them their duties, and they restrain others and restrain themselves!

For an immortal: transcend the five elements and be free!

Although Zhang Daoling is the leader of the four great masters of heaven, he does not hold any official position.

Cultivate the Tao wholeheartedly, transcend the five elements, and be free!

It is precisely because of this that Jiang Wenming was shocked by his appearance.

But he was still shocked. When it came time to popularize science, he was not vague at all.

"The sword is buried in the light and the fight is over, and the rooster crows at dawn."

"Whoever is rectifying the world will be with Chi Songxian."

"After all evils have been wiped out, only I, Longhu Mountain!"

"Junior Jiang Wenming, respectfully welcome the ancestral heavenly master Zhang Daoling!"

As his words fell, red-golden rays of light bloomed from the sky. A man was six feet tall, with kind eyebrows and kind eyes. He was dressed in purple robes, carrying a sword box behind his back, and holding a whisk in his hand.

"Blessings are immeasurable and the gods are born, and poor people are polite."

Zhang Daoling appeared and returned the salute with a smile to Jiang Wenming.

Although Zhang Daoling is a heavenly master, he has a very peaceful temperament, as if he is the elder next door, giving people an inexplicable sense of intimacy.

"I don't dare, I don't dare, I have to thank the Heavenly Master this time."

Jiang Wenming returned the salute with clasped fists.

"It doesn't matter, leaving and entering the world is all about the Tao."

Zhang Daoling smiled and shook the whisk, then turned to look at Hades, the king of Hades.

"Fellow Taoist, the matter has come to this, why not turn the hostility into friendship and make peace the most valuable thing?"

Zhang Daoling looked at Hades with a smile.

"Old man, you talk so much nonsense!"

Hades had been impatient for a long time, but he was too worried about his face to attack from behind.

Now seeing the opponent turn around, he didn't hesitate anymore and stabbed directly into the chest with both forks in his hands.

The raging death energy instantly covered the entire sky.

"Supreme Heavenly Lord, my fellow Taoist wife must be impatient!"

Zhang Daoling's expression remained unchanged, and with a gentle wave of the whisk in his hand, he successfully defused Hades's blow.

Hades's eyes flashed, and with the two forks as the axis, his legs kicked out hundreds of times in an instant.

In an instant, the entire arena was filled with his afterimage.

"Bang bang bang bang..."

A series of crashes sounded, and smoke gradually filled the surrounding area, blocking the sight of the people around him. Hades suddenly withdrew and retreated.

The smoke dispersed, revealing Zhang Daoling standing there.

There wasn't even a single wrinkle in his purple robe, as if he wasn't the one who was attacked just now.

"Hiss~ What is the background of this heavenly master, so powerful?"

"It seems to be the Ancestral Master of Longhu Mountain, does anyone know him?"

"Taoism has long since declined, and their Taoist temples have been turned into scenic spots. How can anyone still remember their ancestors?"

"well……"

When thinking about the decline of Taoism, many people expressed regret.

"Master Tian seems to have drunk too much herbal tea. He doesn't have any anger. He doesn't even fight back when being beaten like this."

Jiang Wenming felt a toothache from looking at it.

After being attacked by Hades so many times, he still stood there with no intention of taking action.

He didn't even take away the whisk from his hand.

Is this an attempt to save the other party?

If it were anyone else, Jiang Wenming wouldn't be too worried, but the person in front of him is Hades, the King of Pluto.

Ruler of the Greek underworld, second only to Thanatos, the god of death.

There are not even ten thousand but eight thousand souls that pass through his hands every day. Can such a god save him?

To make him believe in this possibility, it is better to make him believe in the reality that the Bull Demon King will carry two goddesses home again.

"Hades - thrust!"

The two forks in Hades' hands suddenly thrust out, much faster than everyone could react.

Zhang Daoling flicked the whisk in his hand, and the soft silk thread on the whisk instantly wrapped around the two forks.

Pulling and pulling, the attack of the double prongs was directly deflected, stuck to his body, and stabbed hard on the ground beside him.

"boom!"

The powerful attack force instantly smashed a big hole into the floor.

The whisk in Zhang Daoling's hand suddenly swelled, and the threads on it seemed to come alive.

Like countless spiritual snakes, they quickly entangled themselves towards Hades.

Hades raised his hand and punched, but the powerful fist hit the silk thread, as if hitting the air, without any feedback of force.

"Oops!"

Hades noticed and wanted to retreat, but unfortunately it was too late.

Those threads quickly wrapped around him and then threw them out like a yo-yo, causing him to fall directly to the ground.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

Zhang Daoling held a whisk in his hand, and his movements seemed extremely light, but Hades wrapped in the whisk was thrown to pieces.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth, as if he had been thrown out of his body and suffered internal injuries.

"Hades—Hellfire!"

The blood on Hades suddenly emitted black smoke, and then turned into green flames.

The threads that entangled him turned into ashes after coming into contact with the flames.

In just one breath, the threads on the whisk were burned by the fire of hell.

"Fellow Taoist, you are a good man, I admire you."

Zhang Daoling sighed in admiration, and with some distress took back the whisk that was only bare.

"Qiang!"

There was a sword cry from the sword box behind him.