Zeus was bound inside the lotus flower, surrounded by a circle of heaven and chaos to form an enchantment.

The blazing true fire of samadhi rises to the sky.

Nezha's face turned pale, and even the arm holding the gun began to tremble a little.

He's at his limit, and there's only one blow left.

If Zeus can't be killed yet, then everything will be a fantasy bubble.

"Extreme—Red Flame Fire Lotus!"

The spear sliced through the air, outlining the shape of a lotus flower.

The lotus flower exploded like a brilliant firework, but it was full of murder in this gorgeous scenery.

"Bang ......"

The sound of weapons colliding with flesh sounded, and Zeus felt as if he had been strafed by a machine gun.

Blood flowers kept exploding all over the body.

There are even many places where the white bones of the forest are exposed.

He wanted to escape with the help of Lei Dun, but Nezha had already blocked his retreat.

A little cold light arrives first, and then the gun goes in and out of the dragon!

The tip of the spear continued to magnify in Zeus's eyes, and a wave of despair and fear spread in his heart.

"Poof!"

The sound of spears entering flesh was heard.

"Hahaha...... You are indeed very strong, but unfortunately this body is too weak to play as well as it should.

So, you'd better die! ”

Looking at the fire-tipped spear that pierced less than half an inch into his chest, Zeus suddenly burst out laughing maniacally.

No one thought that at the last moment, Nezha would be exhausted.

So much so that the fatal blow was not successful.

Zeus grabbed the fire-tipped spear, and his arm instantly expanded several times, and slammed towards Nezha.

"Bang!"

Nezha's body was knocked away like a meteor and slammed into the wall on the edge of the ring.

Jiang Wenming struggled to use the séance, but because his physical condition was too poor, he couldn't perform it at all.

Despair creeps through my heart.

That's just a little bit!

"Ahem, ahem, ahem......"

Nezha staggered to his feet from the rubble and wiped the blood that had overflowed from the corner of his mouth with his hand.

"One of the Chosen One, do me one last favor."

Nezha turned his head sideways and shouted at Jiang Wenming.

"What's the busy?"

An ominous premonition rose in Jiang Wenming's heart.

"If you see my father in the future, help me bring him a message, I have never blamed him, if you still feel guilty about me, then let him hold my body or tombstone after I die."

When Nezha said this, a gloom flashed in his eyes.

But then he became firm again.

"Heaven and earth are yellow, and the universe is desolate. The sun and the moon are shining, the stars are in columns, the chaos is beginning to open, and the yin and yang are divided into ......"

A mantra was recited from Nezha's mouth, and his body began to shrink little by little.

Finally, a red bead was formed, which then fell into the hands of Jiang Wenming.

"Eat me, kill him!"

A thought came from the beads.

"No, there must be another way, Li Tianwang, they have already gone to find your divinity, we just need to hold on to ......"

"It's too late, kill him while he's seriously injured now, or everything I've done will be in vain."

Nezha's words were like a steel needle, piercing Jiang Wenming's heart fiercely.

Holding back tears, he swallowed the spirit bead in one gulp.

"No!"

Two streamers of light in the distance came in an instant.

It was Li Jing and Emperor Gou Chen, who had previously gone to the Gate of Creation to look for Nezha's divinity.

After they found Nezha's divinity, they didn't dare to delay for a moment, but they were still one step too late.

watched Nezha turn into a spirit bead and be swallowed by Jiang Wenming.

Seeing this, Emperor Gou Chen's heart trembled, and he endured his grief, took out Nezha's divinity, and threw it into the ring.

A phantom of a heroic young man emerged, which was the appearance of Nezha before.

After the phantom entered the ring, it was like a milk swallow throwing into the forest, automatically integrating into Jiang Wenming's body.

A terrifying aura rose into the sky.

Behind Jiang Wenming, the phantom of the young Nezha emerged.

"Pedal on the Hot Wheels, carry the Qiankun circle on your arm, drape the mixed sky silk on your shoulders, and hold a fire-tipped spear.

Red lotus, green lotus, white lotus root, my life is up to me! ”

Jiang Wenming's eyes turned crimson gold, and a pair of golden wings unfolded behind him.

The fire of the sun merges with the true fire of samadhi, surrounded by a strong wind.

The entire ring turned a blinding white.

Zeus's body began to emit white smoke under the scorching flames, and the water in his body was losing rapidly.

"Pretending to be a ghost, I want to see what else you can do."

Zeus stretched out his hand, and thunder and lightning continued to converge in his hands.

"This punch is for Little Nezha!"

Jiang Wenming's voice sounded in Zeus's ears, and before he could react, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

"Bang!"

Zeus's body was directly knocked into the air.

"This punch is for Li Nezha!"

Jiang Wenming's fist was wrapped in a layer of red-gold flames, and then slammed into Zeus's face.

"Boom!"

Zeus's body fell to the ground like a meteorite, smashing out a large circular crater dozens of meters deep.

"These are for the boy who can't ask for it!"

Jiang Wenming's fist turned into an afterimage.

"Bang ......"

The sound of fists to the flesh sounded, and the speed became faster and faster, as if this was the only way to vent the anger in his heart.

There was a dead silence in the ring.

Everyone looked at Jiang Wenming like a madman in a daze.

No one expected that Zeus, the god king who was invincible just now, would be ridden by Jiang Wenming and abused.

Li Jing, who was standing outside, his eyes became blurred, and on his majestic face, there was only grief left at this time.

His son...... He's dead!

He didn't even have time to see each other one last time.

"I want to kill them all and avenge my son Nezha!"

A sense of slaughter emanated from Li Jing's body.

"Calm down!"

Emperor Gou Chen stretched out his hand to put it on his body, and a gentle force was injected into his body, soothing the anger in his heart.

In the ring.

Jiang Wenming pinched Zeus's head with one hand, and then slammed it on the ground.

Zeus wanted to break free, but no matter what he did, he couldn't get rid of Jiang Wenming's control.

This scene is exactly the same as when he attacked Nezha before.

It is completely unilateral repression.

Maybe he was tired, or maybe Jiang Wenming didn't want to continue.

He put one foot on Zeus's chest and faced the audience in an extremely humiliating pose.

The fire-tipped spear flew into his hand automatically.

"It's over!"

Jiang Wenming held the fire-tipped spear with both hands, the tip of the spear pointed downward, aimed at Zeus's head.

Then stab hard!

"No!"

Zeus looked horrified.

The tip of the spear pierced through his eye, piercing his skull directly.

A generation of god kings has fallen!

The figure of the host Bobbi appeared in the ring and announced the result of the match.

[In this game, Nezha, the marshal of the Three Altars of the Chinese Empire, won. 】

No one cheered this time, because they knew that the price of this victory was Nezha's life.

Many people showed sadness.

Jiang Wenming walked down the ring step by step and saw Li Jing standing under the ring.

Li Jing was also looking at him.

He hesitated, then walked towards the other party.

"Heavenly King, this is the spirit bead transformed by the third prince, and now it is returned to its original owner."

Jiang Wenming was just about to hand over the spirit beads that Nezha had turned into, when his face suddenly turned strange.