Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

"Well, not bad, not bad..." Filens calmed himself down.

As if he had thought of something, he walked towards Su Ming with a smile.

"You are from the lower world, so you must have experienced the mythical arena."

"I might as well tell you that the advent of the mythical arena is the work of the supreme power of the Holy Land. You Chinese must have participated in it, as well as several other gods." Films said slowly.

A big reason why the Slavic pantheon chose to hide was that they had foreseen this era in advance.

Many people will die. No, many gods will die.

But as the God of Death, he felt extremely sorry about this.

You know, it's not just humans who are called a fighting nation.

At the level of Slavic gods, they are also known for war.

But this is a thoroughly fighting civilization.

But they can only watch other gods shine in the mythological arena.

But their people can only yearn from below.

There was not even a sense of existence. A powerful civilization was forgotten just like that.

Regarding the appearance of the Slavic gods, Su Ming felt that it was not so bad.

More importantly, he couldn't understand why Brother Jiang came here.

Unexpectedly, the words of the God of Death Ferrins interrupted Su Ming's thoughts.

"I will not kill you. Tell me now, my people."

"Are you ok?"

Su Ming was stunned: Kill me?

Su Ming did not understand this order. He thought that all the gods in the heavens knew of his existence to some extent.

It seems that the so-called son of luck is not as famous as imagined.

In this regard, Su Ming wanted to say: "Since you care about them so much, just go down and take a look yourself."

Regarding the post-collapse Tsarist Russia, it has largely maintained a neutral attitude towards China, which was not the case before.

Now that the myth has arrived, they have to take sides in order to survive.

Filins looked a little lonely: "If I could go down, I would have gone down long ago."

"You are an interesting person, but trespassing into a forbidden area is a capital crime. I can spare you."

"But we must arrest you, otherwise I won't be able to explain."

When Su Ming heard this, his eyes lit up.

"Okay, okay, catch me quickly, and please make sure to lock me up with that person just now."

"Ok?"

If you are sick, you will be locked up and tortured.

Instead, I was pleased by you?

Phyllis was helpless and asked her men to tie up Su Ming.

"You are very loyal. Do you think that if you are imprisoned with that person, you will be able to save him?"

Su Ming said nothing.

Ferris continued: "Although I am not the Supreme God of the pantheon, I still have this right."

"I'll give you a chance to be locked up with him. Whether you can achieve your goal depends on you."

As he spoke, Phyllis slowly approached Su Ming, and a horrible breath of death rushed towards him.

As the god of death, Hades is like a unit of measurement.

The gods of death from other pantheons are stronger than him, and so is the one in front of him.

Immediately, Phyllis put his arm around Su Ming's shoulders.

"I am curious that you were able to find your own way up from the lower world. That must mean you have cultivated to a perfect state, but I cannot see through your realm."

Phyllis wondered.

It doesn’t mean that only saints can enter the holy land, nor does it mean that one must have very strong cultivation.

But it has to be special.

He was very curious about what was so special about Su Ming.

"Maybe, he came in by accident."

Abbreviation: the fish that slipped through the net.

"I'm looking forward to your performance." Phyllis smiled and took Su Ming away.

Then, Phyllis stared at the path Su Ming came from.

If he could go down to the mortal world, he really wanted to go down and see those people.

For thousands of years, I don’t know how they lived.

……

At this moment, in the lower world, on the blue planet.

Miracles are suddenly appearing on the land of Russia. Although they are not obvious, they are there at least. You should know that.

Even the revival of spiritual energy cannot save this barren land.

The spiritual energy in other places is hundreds of times greater, but here it is only a few times greater.

"Ula ula, what's going on? My spiritual power has increased."

"Is it God who has appeared? It must be Lord Jehovah!"

The Russian people were extremely excited.

Faced with the sudden surge in spiritual energy, the first thing they thought of was the Gidu pantheon, and rightly so.

After all, they converted to Christianity a long time ago.

But they never thought about one question, if they would be blessed.

Why didn’t the Gidu pantheon grant blessings earlier?

"But why is there no movement at the Jidu Temple?"

And the faith is not mild enough, it has an indescribable sense of affinity, like family.

After the revival of spiritual energy, the Russian people also became psychics.

However, because they had no native pantheon, when they practiced through the Jidu pantheon, they had to go through layers of filtering, and by the time it reached their hands, there was very little left.

But now it’s different, the conversion rate is 100%.

In a situation like this, only the local pantheon can do it.

"That's impossible. We were born alone, so where would the gods come from?"

The Russian people said sadly that they hoped there was.

But it has been longed for for thousands of years and excavated for thousands of years.

But still could not find any trace of the local pantheon.

"Are we the people abandoned by the gods, or have we never had a gods since ancient times?"

But if there is no divine system, where do these people come from?

"I suspect that our pantheon is the same as that of the Dragon Kingdom. It's just missing, not non-existent."

"It takes a destined person to unlock our pantheon."

"Obviously, this person is me, it's me!"

A majestic man stepped forward, ready to shoulder the responsibility.

really……

A divine light descended from the sky and poured into this person's body.

From then on, this land was filled with new life.

And all of this was done because of just one person.

An ancient road, originally pitch black, until the next second, finally light appeared.

"Congratulations, you've passed the battle of Hell Road. Do you want to continue?"

A magnificent voice sounded and fell into that person's ears.

Only then did the resolute face appear in the dim light.

Due to physical fatigue, he was unable to say more.

Only three words came out.

"Next game."

"Okay, I will open the Storm City Trial for you soon. Don't blame me for not reminding you that you will face a God King-level opponent in the battle. With your current strength, your chance of death is almost 100%."

A fierce look flashed across Yang Jian's face, and he ignored his surroundings.

Pile of bones, everything seemed so desolate in his eyes.

"Don't you always say that life never ends and the fight never stops?"

"Come on, if you don't succeed, you'll die. Since I'm here, I've never thought about going back alive."

"it is good!"

A high and mighty voice shouted.

"I can see that you have had your moments of glory. Although I don't know why you have fallen to this point, with your unyielding will to fight, I believe you will return to the top, or even higher."

The Slavic pantheon will always look up to those who have a strong fighting spirit.