Chapter 60 Futong Desperate to the Edge of Hell, The Final Chapter of the Immortal Arena
My name is Yuan Futong, and I always feel like someone is targeting me.
But it doesn’t matter, I am the Ninth Five Supreme Being, the Son of Destiny, the spokesperson of Haotian God on earth, and the future leader of the human race. I am destined to overcome obstacles all the way and move forward in an indomitable way.
And I also made a complete plan when I was just transported to hell.
That is to find an uninhabited place to survive. Judging from my rich survival experience, it is really easy to escape for a day and a night!
At the beginning, it was just as I expected. I just found a deserted place to hide and waited for the trumpet of victory to blow.
This hell is vast and vast, with no boundaries. Most places are filled with desolation and silence, and not even a single moving thing can be seen.
Presumably even Lucifer cannot explore the entire infinite hell.
But who knew that the misfortune brought about by the ridiculous title of Ninth Five Supreme Being could actually span space! Even in hell, I would not be spared.
I actually encountered ninety-five volcanic eruptions in this desolate, lifeless and ghostless place.
Seventy-eight lava rivers riot.
I even met more than 600 demons who were chasing fugitives, and they thought I was the fugitive they were hunting.
Almost every time I find a seemingly safe place, countless accidents will happen and I will continue to run away.
And at the last moment, I was actually chased by more than half a million heart-eating bugs. One of those damn bugs can devour a person's heart!
Not to mention more than half a million?
Fortunately, I was wise and powerful, and fortunately protected by heaven, I finally hid in a palace and barely got away from them.
But when I turned around, I suddenly found a very familiar person sitting in the middle of the palace. He had six wings on his back and looked like a sissy.
"You dare to come back after running away, are you provoking me?" Lucifer on the throne sneered.
With a casual wave of his hand, the infinite black palm grabbed Yuan Futong and sent him to the throne.
"Ah! Ah! Ah!"
Yuan Futong was about to explain, but Lucifer cut off his arm with a sword. The black spikes pierced every part of his body. The pain was so severe that he could only remember howling.
"Sinner, you are really good. You are the only one who has deceived me after Jehovah."
"In return, I will let you experience what hell is!" Lucifer's plain eyes became crazy and bloodthirsty.
The sea of fire, the oil pan, the heart-gnawing insects...all kinds of tortures were constantly imposed on Yuan Futong. Every time he was about to die, he would be revived by Lucifer.
But fortunately, Lucifer didn't know that Yuan Futong only needed to stay in hell for twenty-four hours, so he didn't deliberately adjust the time flow rate.
Before Lucifer could finish trying all the tortures, he put Yuan Futong's soul on the flames of hell to be burned for eternity before it turned into a white light and disappeared.
...
The answer space is not consistent with the time of hell.
With just two sticks of incense, Yuan Futong was teleported back with wounds all over his body.
His left arm was completely broken, and most of the flesh on his legs was worn away, even exposing the bones. His empty eyes showed despair, and he collapsed heavily on the ground.
He sat paralyzed for a while, and then he came back to his senses as his injuries slowly recovered.
After all, after enduring the torture of answering questions five or six times, his mental endurance has reached a level that many earthly immortals can only dream of. He laughed loudly.
"Hahaha, I, Yuan Futong, am indeed the one destined by fate. I am not dead!"
Regardless of whether inside or outside the space, almost everyone's eyes were focused on Yuan Futong, and they were amazed.
Because of the large gap in time, the entire experience of his survival was not played in the answer space. Instead, a few escape scenes were excerpted and played, all of which were dangerous and terrifying.
And just when everyone thought Yuan Futong was dead, the projection suddenly stopped and he actually came back alive.
"I won! I bet that Yuan Futong will not die. The odds are triple. I made a big profit this time!" a gambler shouted excitedly.
"Didn't you say last time that you would commit suicide if you detained Yuan Futong again? Why did you arrest him again?"
"Go, go, go, what do you, a person who is not good at divination, know? It is said that good people don't live long, and harm will last for thousands of years. Is there anyone in the world who is more harmful than Yuan Thief? I calculated the ten hexagrams before deciding.
Yuan Futong."
"You know divination? Then why did you ask me to borrow money for this meal?"
"This, this, this... don't ask any more questions. You have a secret that must not be leaked."
[The final match of the Immortal Arena is about to begin.]
[Friendly reminder 1: There are three matches in the Immortal Arena. Currently, the Fengshen World has one win and one loss. 】
[If this World Immortal Arena fails, all viewers and candidates who can see the live broadcast of the answering space will have 200 points deducted!]
[Viewers with insufficient points will be deducted as a negative number and will pay five years of life as interest.]
Except for Yuan Futong, everyone present frowned. Deducting five years of life was meaningless to the seven of them, but the people who could watch the live broadcast were the descendants of billions of human races in the world.
If you lose, how much karma will you have to bear? The merits of a lifetime of hard work will be directly wiped out.
Jiang Ziya was the first to speak and took a step back: "I am a poor Taoist who is not good at Taoism and dare not put the people in danger. I ask all Taoist brothers to take action with justice."
The others just nodded when they saw this. Jiang Ziya was indeed the weakest among the eight, and there was no way he would be allowed to go.
The remaining six people exchanged half a stick of incense, and the door to chaos above the arena suddenly opened.
A black jackal's head poked out, followed by a pair of eyes exuding the aura of death.
Just looking at it, it feels like falling into a thousand-year ice abyss.
"Born divine, ruling the underworld."
"The contestant this time is the oldest god of Egypt's Hades."
"The God of Death - Anubis!"
Perhaps to heighten the atmosphere of the final, the moment the jackal's head poked its head out, a hoarse and low terrifying male voice immediately sounded, as if a devil was screaming.
The moment Anubis stepped onto the ring, the originally bright sky was instantly shrouded in darkness.
The aura of death all over the body made many people watching the live broadcast unable to help but tremble.
[All participants in the Conferred God World are asked to press the red button in front of them within three minutes! Otherwise, it will be deemed as surrender.]
Shen Gongbao looked at Anubis with a solemn look, and said without any certainty of victory: "This battle might as well be fought by Gongming himself. Daoist brother Gongming has boundless power, so he will definitely win in one battle."
Gong Ming also nodded. He insisted that he was indeed the strongest among the eight people: "Then I'll teach this arrogant little dog-headed demon Death that he can't bear to be called that."
And Yang Jian also listened to their discussion for a long time and suddenly said: "Master uncles, you might as well let the disciples go this time."
Zhao Gongming frowned when he heard this. Yang Jian was the lowest in seniority and had the shortest time in cultivation. How could he be responsible for such karma?
He opened his magical power and looked towards Yang Jian, and found that there were three flowers gathered on top of his body in the light and dark areas, and he could vaguely see five qi rising towards the yuan. It was clear that he had entered the realm of the Golden Immortal.
While he was thinking about it, Master Taiyi hurriedly came forward and said: "Let Yang Jian go. We, the direct descendants of a high-ranking saint, are not in a position to show off our martial arts with this man wearing hair and horns."
He didn't want to take the risk of this opportunity to show his face and make a lot of money, but he couldn't give it to someone who intercepted him. Otherwise, if Zhao Gongming won, how would Chanjiao deal with himself?
Seeing this, Jiang Ziya nodded in agreement and said, "What Senior Brother Taiyi said is true. Let Yang Jian go this time. Brother Gongming has extraordinary powers, so why bother with such trivial matters."
And Zhao Gongming thought about it, he was really senior in fighting this little god of the wilderness, so he nodded slightly to express his approval.
Yang Jian then pressed the red button and turned into a white light and appeared on the ring.
Yang Jian holds a three-pronged double-faced halberd in his hand. He is rich and handsome, with bright eyes and white teeth. He is dressed in a platinum robe. He has a graceful appearance, and his appearance is astonishing. He looks at Anubis from across the sky.
Anubis held the scepter of death in his hand and tapped the ground. The boundless darkness that shrouded the arena immediately dissipated, and light once again filled the sky and earth.
Eyes exuding the aura of death looked directly at Yang Jian and said: "This god is the Lord of Hades, the oldest god of death, Anubis."
Yang Jian's third heavenly eye suddenly opened, and he looked straight into the eyes of the God of Death without changing his expression: "I am a disciple of the Yuding Master in the Jinxia Cave of Yuquan Mountain, Yang Jian."