"Well……"
Jiang Wenming was speechless for a moment and didn't know how to answer this.
Nezha can't hold it anymore. Do you still want me to come up?
It's okay to fight Typhon, but that's because the opponent is stupid and can only use brute force.
But this is Zeus!
If a little mosquito like me flies up, I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on for a second before being killed.
This is not because he is greedy for life and fear of death, but it is really meaningless.
"Nezha's physical body has almost reached its limit. If possible, I hope you can use the divine magic to let him use your body to delay it for a while. Of course, if you don't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything."
Taibai Jinxing looked solemn, obviously not talking casually.
"Delaying time? Is there any back-up plan?"
Jiang Wenming grasped the key points in his words.
"It's not a back-up move. King Li Tian and others have already gone to the Gate of Creation to look for Nezha's remnant soul. If we can delay their return, they may have a chance to turn defeat into victory.
Of course, this is only a chance, not a certainty. The greater possibility is that you will die together on it. "
Taibai Jinxing did not hide anything and told all the pros and cons.
Jiang Wenming looked at Nezha on the stage, hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded.
"Okay, I'll go up."
"It's better for me to go. I'm the Third Prince's favored one, and I'm in line with his power. I'm more suitable than you."
Tatsuno, who was in his epiphany, woke up at some point and interrupted the conversation between the two.
"Uncle Long, you..."
Jiang Wenming looked at Long Ye in surprise.
"You've done enough, it's time to let this old bone of mine do some more work."
As Tatsuno said, he was about to go up.
Taibai Jinxing on the side suddenly swung his fly whisk to stop him.
"You can't go."
"Why?"
Long Ye frowned slightly and looked at Taibai Jinxing.
"Because you are his favored one, if Nezha and the others really die in battle, you will succeed him and become the new marshal of the Santan Haihui. If you die too, then this divine position will disappear completely.
Do you get me? "
Taibai Jinxing looked more serious than ever before.
If Nezha dies, Long Ye can inherit his throne and power and become the second marshal of Santan Haihui.
If they all die, then this power will be absorbed by the arena, and I don't know how long it will take to inherit it again.
Nowadays, there is an urgent shortage of high-end combat power, and they cannot take this risk, not to mention Nezha, including himself.
All their gods can die, but their power must be passed on.
And the most crucial point.
Jiang Wenming is the only variable. Except for him, no one else can change the fate of others.
Jiang Wenming has gone, and Nezha still has a glimmer of hope. If he doesn't go, it will be useless for others to go up!
"Uncle Long, stop arguing, it's more appropriate for me to go."
Jiang Wenming smiled and walked towards the ring.
"civilization……"
Long Ye on the side wanted to say something, but didn't know how to say it.
He is a soldier, and he must put the overall situation first. This is his bounden duty!
It's just that no matter how many times he experienced this scene of watching his comrades die, he could never get used to it.
"Damn it!"
Long Ye hammered the wall next to him to vent his anger.
"Alas~ Even a saint cannot truly transcend, let alone us."
Taibai Jinxing sighed and patted Longye on the shoulder.
Jiang Wenming's figure fell into the ring, causing an uproar immediately.
"Why did Jiang Shen come to power again?"
"Does this mean that Master Nezha can't hold on any longer and wants to end it himself?"
"Hey, buddy, what you're saying is as if God Jiang is more powerful than God Nezha."
"God Jiang is indeed not as good as God Nezha, but he is invincible!"
"Jiang Shen Jiang Shen, I love you!"
"God Chiang must win!"
"Come on, hubby!"
"..."
Victories one after another have long accumulated huge popularity for Jiang Wenming.
Now he is like the spiritual leader of China. As long as he stands there, he will make people feel at ease.
People will ridicule him for his weak strength and young age, but they will never doubt that he will lose!
It seems that as long as he appears, no matter who the enemy is, they will be trampled under his feet.
That is an invincible trend!
I am invincible!
Although Jiang Wenming never deliberately set up this persona, in the minds of everyone, this is the case.
"Red flowers, green leaves, white lotus roots, three heads, six arms, not helpless! Junior Jiang Wenming, respectfully invites Marshal Nezha of Santan Haihui to come!"
Jiang Wenming spoke one sentence at a time, in a low tone, and when he said the last sentence, he suddenly shouted loudly.
Nezha, who fell into the realm of Zeus, suddenly turned into a stream of light and disappeared.
Integrated with Jiang Wenming.
Jiang Wenming's image also began to change rapidly. Lotus petals condensed into a battle armor, lotus leaves gathered into a battle skirt, two identical heads appeared on the shoulders, and four arms stretched out from behind.
Pieces of memory fragments came to mind, which were the past events of Nezha's life.
From birth to becoming a god, and the thousands of years of loneliness after becoming a god.
Jiang Wenming was aware of the previous deeds, but what happened later made Jiang Wenming surprised.
For thousands of years after becoming a god, Nezha always sat alone on the roof.
Looking up at the stars, I feel lonely.
As for why this happened, he himself didn't know, he always felt like something was missing.
The memory is incomplete, only scattered fragments.
In Nezha's memory, he saw scenes of laughing and scolding Sun Wukong, and the time of drinking and chatting with Erlang Shen.
No one knows that the three of them have known each other for a long time, and their relationship is very strong, at least from Nezha's memory.
It's just that they pretend to be unfamiliar with each other due to their status.
Watching Sun Wukong and Erlang Shen quarreling, he held fire in the middle and let them fight.
Jiang Wenming could feel that he was really happy at that time.
Later, Sun Wukong caused trouble in the Heavenly Palace, and he had no choice but to be ordered to capture him. At that time, Sun Wukong was far less powerful than him, but for the sake of "righteousness", he was willing to have one of his legs broken by Sun Wukong and pretended to be invincible.
Erlang Shen also had a symbolic fight with Sun Wukong.
Later, Sun Wukong was suppressed by Tathagata and forced to go to obtain Buddhist scriptures. He also often paid attention in heaven.
There is also Erlang Shen here. Although his second brother looks cold on the surface, he has always regarded Sun Wukong as a confidant.
Otherwise, with his temperament of obeying orders but not Xuan, how could he help Sun Wukong go down to the realm to fight.
"Don't peek into my memory!"
Nezha's slightly angry childish voice came.
"Well, don't I want to get to know you better?"
"You're not allowed to look at that either!"
"Okay, okay...I won't watch anymore. What should we do next?"
Jiang Wenming quickly changed the topic.
Now Nezha's mind is like that of a child. He doesn't want to continue to be entangled, so he should think about how to deal with Zeus.
"His attacks are very strange. They are obviously not very fast, but each attack creates a force field that pulls me to where my fist is. Once I am hit, I can no longer avoid it."
"It's not fast..."
Jiang Wenming complained in his heart, how much do you despise the speed of light?
"Wait, you mean you can't avoid it after being hit? What about before?"
Jiang Wenming noticed the key points in the words.
"Before it hits, it will just be affected, not a sure hit."
"Try again, I think I guess the reason!"
Jiang Wenming thought of a possibility.
