Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

What Amaterasu grabbed was Su Ming's true form, and the source of his world power held him tightly. Life and death only lasted a moment.

But in this process, Su Ming had completed his layout.

The hole where the fire had been before suddenly emitted a white light.

Densely packed, like raindrops, and like seeds.

"Immortal seed?" Amaterasu's pink lips moved slightly and her palms clasped.

No matter what it is, as long as he holds Su Ming's life gate, everything will be fine.

However, not only did the arena deteriorate, but Su Ming also had countless strands of immortal energy in his body.

Immediately afterwards, Amaterasu also smelled a familiar scent.

He was instantly frightened, not daring to wait for it to take shape before launching a devastating blow.

It's a pity it's too late.

A touch of golden liquid was born, and the only thing that could fight against the source of the world force was the source of the world force.

"It's impossible. If you don't become a saint, how can you control the origin of a world!"

Amaterasu was in chaos, and the panic on his face was beyond words.

Her confidence comes from the fact that Su Ming has not become a saint, but once he becomes a saint, there will be no suspense in this battle.

But no matter how much she confirmed, Su Ming never took that step.

"So that's it. I was almost fooled. The origin of the realm power that I pieced together is just an illusion after all."

Amaterasu revealed that Su Ming only had a hint of the original power.

But he wants to use himself to derive the complete source of world power.

The idea is good and bold enough, but unfortunately no one has been able to do it since ancient times, so it is just a dream.

Then, Amaterasu told an ironclad fact.

"Your Chinese God System is cared about by too many people. It seems that no one has a monopoly, but even if it's your turn, it won't be your turn."

Thinking of this, Amaterasu was extremely depressed. A pantheon like this that was not monopolized would be divided up.

I just didn’t expect that so many saints could be divided among them.

Western theologians are also studying this issue. The Chinese pantheon is not as simple and transparent as their Western pantheon.

It's like it's covered with a mysterious veil that cannot be revealed.

"What is the origin of the Eastern pantheon?"

"Is it Sanqing, or the Kaitian Ancestral God with an axe?"

There are so many powerful people in the East, no one will be surprised if they come.

Only he is the common expectation of everyone in the East and the West.

People are still thinking about a question: Where have all the gods gone?

"Didn't we agree that the gods would move in? But at this time, no one showed up. He took care of everything on his own."

In fact, Shen Yi was by his side, but he hid it tacitly.

When Mount Buzhou was uprooted, Lu Zu was ready to take action. Although he couldn't defeat Amaterasu, who had become a saint, Lu Zu could borrow methods from the Sanqing saints, so he couldn't help Amaterasu act recklessly.

So no matter what, China will not be destroyed.

On the contrary, Sakura, through Su Ming's hands, might really destroy the country.

"Some things are just like that, they have to be done by specific people."

It has nothing to do with strength.

Over there, as Su Ming demonstrated the power of the source of the world force, Amaterasu no longer held it, and was about to engulf it.

With just one palm, Su Ming's condensed holy charm was scattered.

As Amaterasu said, the gap is still there, and it's not just a tiny bit.

"It's broken. Su Shen can't hold on any longer. Can you shake me off?"

"Amaterasu used the Kojiki to shake more than thirty people. He also beat Susana and Tengo. Most of his physical strength was consumed. No matter what, he had to slow down."

The people of the Dragon Kingdom spoke up for Su Ming and strongly demanded that he should be shaken off.

Or halftime.

"I'm so anxious. Even if I shake people for you, are you sure you can shake them?"

Sakura had a sarcastic look on her face. Looking at this situation, the saint would not end. Facing Amaterasu-sama, even if they got someone, would they dare to end?

"I hope you can win over someone, it's all for nothing anyway."

It was also during this gap that Amaterasu once again completely suppressed Su Ming.

Su Ming held on for the last breath before escaping from the danger of death.

Damn it, I don’t know if I underestimated Amaterasu or overestimated myself.

The gap between him and the saint was far greater than he imagined.

You must know that this battle depends entirely on him alone. There is no Fusu, no Imma, and no ancestors.

"Interesting, but it's a pity that I have no enmity with this woman. Otherwise, I would be willing to give you a hand."

The person who spoke was none other than the only saint who stayed in Blue Star.

All those saints who came forward were gone, except him.

Very low-key, so low-key that the world doesn't even know about the Cthulhu pantheon, let alone his existence.

Azathoth shrugged. He only did things in his life based on his mood.

Jehovah had tried to win over him countless times, but he had always rejected him.

He even got closer to Su Ming. The Silver Key was the little stove he opened for Su Ming.

The only thing that touched him was that that monkey could become a saint?

"Azathos, it's somewhat inappropriate for you to stay down there."

A star appeared, and a shadow suddenly appeared, not showing its true appearance.

But judging from the shimmering holy charm in front of him, as well as his body shape.

Who else but him.

"Lord, you are really haunting." Azathoth looked slightly displeased. They met the next day, and no one could eavesdrop on their conversation.

Jehovah shook his head.

"You should know very well that I won't be so boring."

The implication is that it's not that he wants to invite Azathoth, but over there...

Azathoth hummed softly and pointed at Amaterasu: "Since we are all leaving, what about him? He should also go together."

Unexpectedly, Jehovah’s tone became deeper: “She can’t leave.”

"I have already advised her to give up if she should."

"But now..."

The more he thought about it, the less Jehovah understood. He gave Su Ming a hundred possibilities, but it was impossible to win.

But why, the person who was finally buried in this game was Amaterasu.

Azathoth was not happy and asked again: "Is everyone gone?"

Jehovah nodded.

"What about the Jade Emperor?"

Jehovah: “Have you not noticed that there is no holy sign in this sky?”

I don’t know when the saint really became extinct.

Quietly, even more thoroughly than the last time he was asked to leave.

Including those who become saints the day after tomorrow, they have to make a pilgrimage within a short period of time.

And from the beginning, it was a signal for the Saint not to end the game.

Those Western saints all died in battle in the end, and it was destined to happen long ago.

Amaterasu can be regarded as bringing an end to the saint's extinction.

Azathoth still wanted to be willful, but at this point, he had to abide by the rules and had to go.

On the occasion of parting, I saw through the deep sky and the unknown divine realm with one glance.

In fact, it shouldn't be called a divine realm, because behind the unknown, they all know that it is a gathering place for saints.

"In the Holy Land, besides you, there must be many strangers."

Azathoth sighed softly and went after all...

As soon as he left like this, the Blue Star Land seemed to have lost some control.

Suddenly, everything, good and bad, starts to come back to life.

Amaterasu also discovered this scene and discovered Jehovah.

His thoughts suddenly became complicated: "He left, why?"

"I am also a saint, why invite him and not me?"