Chapter 61 The Time Has Come, Death on the Golden Bed (Please Read)
Swish!
As the sound continued to echo, the eyes of all the gods and immortals turned and fell on Surya.

Some of them were surprised, some were confused, and some were curious, and their expressions were different.

Surya was confused and stunned.

Why call him now? What help can he provide?

But under the gaze of these gods, he still pretended to be calm, straightened his chest, raised his right hand horizontally, holding up a golden robe, looking very majestic.

"Surya!"

"The blessing of the golden bed is that you will not die during the day or at night, indoors or outdoors, or at the hands of humans, gods, demons, or any other spirit."

"need you Now!"

The voice of Brahma spoke.

Hearing this, the gods' eyes focused, now is the time when Surya is needed.

They put their hands together and saluted.

"Praise to the Sun God Surya!"

"Praise be to Surya! Praise be to the Sun!"

……

Hearing this, Surya raised his eyebrows, and the golden light emanating from his body became even brighter and more dazzling, causing the gods in all directions to quickly turn their heads.

He laughed.

"it is good!"

"Let me bring the sunset to the last moment of the golden bed!"

The sun god Surya looked up, smiled, spread out his hands and spoke slowly.

The next moment, he stood sideways and called out.

"Aruno!"

Snapped!
The reins fluttered, the horses galloped, and the god of dawn [Aruno] drove the sun chariot, rushing over with hot light.

Surya jumped up, jumped onto the divine chariot and soared into the sky.

Swish!
He urged the divine horse to fly into the heaven as quickly as possible.

Dawn is coming.

At this time, the God of Dawn [Aruno] suddenly turned his head and looked at his main god Surya.

"You just said you were going to send us off into the sunset. Should we keep running?"

Aruno asked.

Surya frowned and his eyes turned slightly.

If we continue running until the sunset, it will take too long and it will be too dangerous if something unexpected happens, so we should just stay here.

"no need!"

"The dawn of our gods is the sunset of the golden bed. This moment is enough."

Surya, the sun god, laughed.

Aruno suddenly realized what was going on and quickly tightened the reins, and the chariot of the sun god stopped.

Swish!
In an instant, a ray of dawn light appeared in the distant sky.

The time has come!

In the palace of heaven, Indra glanced around and saw that it was in ruins without even a door.

"Hahaha!"

"You can't kill me. Even if it's dawn now, I won't die indoors or outdoors, hehe!"

Jin Chuang gritted his teeth and let out a sneer from between his teeth.

His legs were shaking, but he managed to stand up again by holding onto the big feet of the human-lion Narasimha.

"Is it your turn to speak now?"

"Lie down!"

Indra waved his hand, and the golden armor appeared again, shooting out a blue-green poisonous light and falling on the golden bed.

Ah!
Jinchuang's eyes widened, he screamed in pain, and was pressed down again.

"No way!"

"The door is so easy to build, he doesn't really think there's no way around it, does he?"

Indra chuckled and shook himself.

Swish!Swish!Swish!
Golden light emerged, and weapons flew out from his body and pieced together in an instant.

The nail-headed hammers of [Dry Thunder] and [Moist Thunder] serve as the door frames on both sides, the [Vajra] serves as the threshold, and the [Bow of Indra] emitting colorful light is placed on top of the door.

In the blink of an eye, a magical gate emitting divine light was built here.

The human-lion [Narasimha] looked at this magical door, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he nodded slightly with satisfaction.

The Emperor of Heaven is indeed wise!

The door does not belong to indoors or outdoors!
The lion-man [Narasimha] shrank instantly and returned to its original shape.

call!call!call!
Jin Chou knelt on one knee, supporting himself with his hands, sweating profusely and panting.

Although he was immortal, his power was not infinite after all. After repeated resistance, he was exhausted and tired.

At this moment, Jin Chuang suddenly felt his back loosen up. He raised his head sharply.

[Narasimha] The lion's hair dances wildly, its fangs flash, and its pair of beast eyes exude a bloodthirsty aura.

He moved his arms, suddenly grabbed the golden bed, lifted him up high, and strode towards the door of the magic weapon.

"I am not a god, an asura, a yaksha, a rakshasa, or a human being!"

"It is dawn now, not day nor night!"

Narasimha said this, holding the golden bed and walked to the door of the divine weapon.

Indra stuck his divine spear 'Amaka' on the ground, leaned on it, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched the scene with amusement.

Suddenly his heart moved.

Feel the power of your own hard practice.

He had been sleeping for thousands of years, and with the ascetic strength he had accumulated before, he should have accumulated nearly [two thousand years] of ascetic strength. He also only forged one more layer of golden sun god armor, and obtained the blessing of not being killed by weapons.

Logically speaking, there is still about a thousand years of hard training left.

But now, according to the feeling, the strength of hard training only lasts for 600 years.

Ok? !

Indra blinked, his eyes sharp, sensing where the power of asceticism was going.

Soon, his perception fell into this divine armor.

Specifically, it is the second layer of the Golden Sun God Armor!
"This second layer of divine armor has consumed more than a thousand years of hard training?!"

"It's the result of 1,400 years of hard training!"

Indra's heart moved.

According to his perception, this second layer of divine armor that was blessed with immunity to damage by weapons consumed nearly 1,400 years of his hard work.

"The higher the requirements for blessing, the more ascetic energy you will consume!"

"But it's okay!"

“There’s still a lot of time in the future!”

As long as the Golden Bed Asura dies, the Asuras will be leaderless and will be quiet for a while.

He also has more time to practice hard!

Indra smiled and was not very worried.

Now that he has killed two Asura Kings in a row, there shouldn't be any blind Asura King who would come out to cause trouble, right?
No way? !

Indra smiled and shook his head, putting the thought behind him, then turned his head and looked at the human-lion and the golden bed.

At this time, the golden bed had been lifted high by the man-lion, who kept waving his arms and struggling, but to no avail.

"This is neither indoors nor outdoors!"

"It's the threshold!"

Narasimha sat down suddenly, on the threshold of the Divine Weapon Gate.

The next moment, the human-lion pulled the golden bed down and smashed it onto his knees.

"This is neither heaven nor earth."

"It's my knee!"

When Narasimha said this, he spread out his ten fingers and suddenly showed his sharp claws. The bloodthirsty face of the human-lion was reflected in the sharp claws.

At this moment, in the Brahma realm.

All the gods had shining eyes and held their breath, looking at this scene expectantly, waiting for the human-lion to take action and kill the golden bed.

The sharp claws of the human-lion flashed and landed on the belly of the golden bed, leaving a bright red line of blood.

The gods stared with eyes wide open.

"Ahhhh!"

But at this moment, Jinchuang suddenly raised his head and roared.

Ok? !

Narasimha's bloodthirsty expression froze for a moment, and he looked at the roaring golden bed in surprise with a puzzled look on his face.

He just tore a wound.

Why is this guy roaring in such pain?

The next moment, the human-lion saw the powerful body of the golden bed shaking, and suddenly began to expand, with a blue-green light spreading.

The roar of the golden bed suddenly stopped, and there was no breath anymore!

How did you die? !
Narasimha frowned, spread out his hands and looked at his claws.

Only the claws were seen.

A hint of blue color then emerged.

Indra was slightly stunned.

When he looked closely, he saw that the face of the human-lion Narasimha suddenly turned blue-green, like a blue-faced lion.

"Could it be..."

(End of this chapter)