Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

A generation of God of Justice, the youngest saint in the Three Realms.

No matter how desperate the road is, it won't end in gloom.

Do you really think that Lord Erlang has no trump card?

If this were true, I wouldn't dare to come to this foreign country alone with my broken body.

In the Eastern Divine Court, wherever the Great Sage is, there is Yang Jian.

Now that the Great Sage has truly become a saint, how could Yang Jian be too far behind him?

Yang Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, and the qi and blood in his body began to return to normal.

The destruction of his godhead was inevitable, but his third eye...

It's never been bad.

"Slavic God of Death, please protect me for the sake of Su Ming for the duration of one stick of incense."

There was only one person beside Yang Jian, and that was the god of death, Phyllis.

It was also Su Ming who asked him to look after Yang Jian for him.

Phyllis was extremely surprised at this moment, "You...what's wrong with you?"

A useless person struggled hard to get through the road to hell.

But at this moment, he was filled with a charm that did not belong to this body. No, it seemed to be more than just charm. But how could you give birth to holy charm if you didn't even have a godhead?

At this time, Yang Jian said without hesitation: "I originally planned to borrow the origin of your divine power to reshape my godhood."

"But now, thanks to my brother, I seem to have another idea. I have to prepare in advance."

In an instant, the All-Seeing Dharma Eye, which had been silent for too long, finally opened again.

The scene that followed also confirmed Yang Jian's guess.

The opportunity for Su Ming to open the third petal of the golden flower of the Great Dao is here.

If the timing is right, I could benefit from Su Ming's help.

Otherwise, Yang Jian could also help Su Ming.

This seemed like a deal, a gamble, but to the two of them, it was never like that.

There are only two words: friendship and righteousness.

Filins was unwilling to say more, he only knew that these two seemingly unknown Eastern gods were extremely extraordinary.

"As long as I'm here, no one can disturb you."

On the other side of the Pantheon, all eyes fell on Yang Jian.

The gods were planning to attack Yang Jian, but their divine aura had expanded to a level that was frightening to people.

I just exclaimed...

"Is this the unique method of Nirvana of the Eastern God System?"

"He is going to be reborn in Nirvana?"

Incredibly, Su Ming has already grabbed all the limelight and attention.

But who would have thought that a disabled god, crouching in a corner, could burst out with such power.

"Rather than nirvana, it's more like destruction followed by creation."

"Nirvana is rising from the ashes to become something more powerful."

"And he just looked for a way out among thousands of failures."

After all, for Yang Jian, he has broken down and then rebuilt more than once.

Su Ming couldn't help but feel nervous about the commotion here.

"Brother Jian! You..."

"Have you really thought it through?"

I was shocked and expectant, and my heart was filled with infinite emotion.

In his mind, Brother Jian is so great that he can control everything in the world.

Never failed.

Even the lonely scenes today are just an experience.

Just get through it.

Sure enough, Yang Jian is still the same Yang Jian, Erlang Shen.

He never needs to rely on others for his path and always has his own way out. This is Yang Jian.

Su Ming even felt that he was overstepping his authority by trying to pave the way for Brother Jian.

At this moment, Yang Jian had already entered a mysterious state.

No one can understand it, all they know is that he is completing a task.

Something that has never been accomplished in the history of gods, or even in the pantheon of gods.

"Of the two Eastern gods, I only pay attention to the one who challenges the supreme god in a one-on-one fight."

"Who can tell me the name of this three-eyed god?"

An ancient voice was heard from the Pantheon, and its attitude towards Yang Jian changed.

Phyllis responded on behalf of Yang Jian: "His name is Yang Jian."

The Pantheon is not full of gods, but mostly individuals recruited from the Slavic pantheon.

They say that the composer of Slavic civilization, after becoming a god, did not remain in the world, but moved into the Pantheon and coexisted with the ancient gods.

The reason why I was surprised and shocked by Yang Jian's changes.

This is because what Yang Jian is about to do is to become a god.

"The transformation of a human into a god is one of the most obvious signs of personification, but we have never seen a god complete his personification."

Because the end point of personification is existence between man and God.

In this way, isn't it putting the cart before the horse to personify the gods?

"So he is different. He is a deposed god whose godhead was shattered, and then he took the path of personification."

"I think... it makes sense, but it may not succeed."

The probability is only one in a thousand.

The gods admired Yang Jian's courage, but they were not optimistic about him.

Because once you fail, your body and soul will be destroyed.

Even the source of the Slavic pantheon’s power could not be saved.

It would be better to wait until the battle on Su Ming's side is over, and then use the source of the Slavic pantheon's power to reshape his godhood.

After all, it can be seen from the attitude of the Supreme God Tovit towards Su Ming.

He will definitely help with this.

But Yang Jian didn't want to wait any longer, perhaps he had more aggressive ideas in mind.

"Success or failure depends on this."

The road to status has been opened, and the golden body that Yang Jian had cultivated with great difficulty began to degenerate under the glow of the sunset glow.

Retreat from the gods and become ordinary people.

It was very rare, and the gods saw it, but knew they didn't have the courage.

Of course, this process is destined to be very long.

So the eyes of the gods fell on the ring again.

"I can see that Lord Tovet can win with one move, but he still gives him a chance. This is letting him win."

Oh no, it was a sea.

The gods were filled with sighs, as this situation clearly showed who was superior and who was inferior.

However, is Su Ming, who had fought against Apsu and Amaterasu, really so incompetent?

Just as Tovit did not kill him, Su Ming also held back.

This state is called pulling.

Only when the fight reaches the end can the final battle that Tovit expects break out, of course.

Su Ming himself also wanted to know where his limit was.

"This kind of head-on confrontation is really boring. I wonder if Mr. Tovet has ever heard of fighting magic?"

As soon as Su Ming finished speaking, Tovit's huge fist stopped on the spot.

"Fighting?"

Su Ming nodded and spread his hands to make a palm print.

"I'll set up a game. If you can crack it within the specified time, I lose and will be punished by the rules."

Seeing Su Ming's confident look, Tovit became interested.

I understand what Su Ming meant, which is to hand over part of the vitality of the two people to the hands of a third-party rule.

The loser will have to bear the harm brought by the rules.

"It sounds interesting, but I have reached the highest level, standing above the rules. I am the only one who makes the rules for everything. Who else can..."

"Can you make the rules for me?"

Tovet's words were conceited, but they were also true.

After all, in this world, who can set rules for the saints?

But Su Ming smiled slightly and asked towards the deep space.

"Old friend, it's your turn."