Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Su Ming had already tolerated Jehovah for a long time.

I also heard the other party threaten to monopolize the beliefs of the East.

I was furious for a moment.

"I will take your words out and tell them to the Three Pure Ones."

Su Ming gritted his teeth, and Jehovah’s heart tightened when he heard Sanqing.

But it didn’t matter, because Su Ming didn’t survive to get out.

Moreover, the relationships among Eastern saints are complex; they act according to their hearts and will not necessarily speak up for just a few words.

"I'm just kidding, don't take it seriously, I might as well tell you."

"I have never deliberately gone to the East to preach to you. It is you people in the East who are already enthusiastic about my teachings."

In this regard, Jehovah is correct.

The belief in Jidu was not deliberately preached, but was introduced by the people of the East themselves. Coupled with the historical background of China's atheism, the belief in Jidu took root in the land of Eastern China.

Fortunately, this situation was reversed after the Myth Arena.

"Damn! I am guilty and should not have accepted Western beliefs."

A priest from Longguo, who had already taken off his robe, ran to the bottom of the box, took out the robe and burned it on the spot.

For a time, the Dragon Kingdom launched an anti-religious movement, with the intention of expelling the Tartars and restoring China.

"In the East, there can only be one great unified divine system, and that is China!"

Su Ming could sense the situation below and felt relieved.

But once some things are rooted, they are difficult to completely eradicate.

"Let's not discuss this issue for now. Today's topic is to correct the problem."

Jehovah said in a deep voice, although he possessed absolutely powerful strength.

But before you take action on anything, you need an explanation.

"Your existence disrupts the order of the universe. Only by controlling you can the universe operate in an orderly manner and all living things can survive."

Su Ming looked at Jehovah coldly, with no ripples in his heart.

"Humph, just controlling me? Why don't you just say you want to kill me?"

This was Su Ming's first face-to-face conversation with Jehovah.

In fact, as early as the battle with Amaterasu, he had a general understanding of why the West was determined to kill him.

Everything in the world cannot escape fate, but fate is not necessarily equal, it is a scale.

Once the balance is lost, someone will jump out to resist.

There is no point in saying more. Su Ming only knows that he will face the most powerful opponent since his debut.

But before that, Su Ming still wanted to remind him: "Amaterasu has already died at my hands, Jehovah, if you take this step, the ending will not be good."

"Pfft~"

Bluffing me?

"I can tell you for sure that this is the most ridiculous thing I have heard since my soul was first established."

none of them.

Also, the origin of Amaterasu is no secret.

Without absolute strength, she rashly entered the forbidden land of destiny. Her death does not deserve any sympathy.

This time, Jehovah came prepared; he was not alone.

Soon, Jehovah called out to the outside world: "My friends, please take good care of the old people of the Slavic pantheon for me. I will first do the most important thing in ten thousand years."

The more serious Jehovah's words are, the greater the probability of Su Ming being killed.

For this reason, Su Ming did not hide his intentions and fought with a desperate style in order to monopolize the galaxy in this world.

Everyone was amazed when they saw this.

"He has not yet become a saint, but he dares to seize the initiative before the saint."

It seemed that Su Ming regarded himself as a true saint.

In the area where the saints are, they dare to monopolize the void.

Jehovah laughed. He enjoyed watching the ants struggle.

"I really didn't expect that one day, my opponent would be a kid in his early twenties. It seems that age doesn't mean anything to you."

Jehovah stomped his feet casually, and time and space shook.

The terrifying heavenly sound tore apart everything in the void.

He was very surprised, as he had originally just wanted to come and talk to the Mayan pantheon.

I never thought there would be so many visitors.

It's true that you can't find anything without wearing iron shoes, and it doesn't take any effort to get it.

boom!

The sense of ritual will never go out of style at any time.

Jehovah chants the spell and he is the master under the heavens.

A golden arena came down. It was the first time that an arena was golden, in tune with the golden legend of the saint.

Su Ming looked around Western Zhou Dynasty, and everything he had monopolized began to flow back.

I couldn't help but feel a sinking feeling in my heart. This is the ability of a saint.

When the saint doesn’t take it, you can take it at will.

If a saint wants to take something, he will spit it out even if it is already in his stomach.

Jehovah, he really didn't disappoint him at all.

Everyone, including the audience below, exclaimed in amazement.

"Oh my god, it's the golden arena."

"Omiya, even though God was against him, He still gave him absolute respect."

In Xiao Tianzhu's view, this can be considered an honorable execution.

Let Su Ming die on the golden arena.

Rhodes also frowned. He was now being guarded by the three great gods and Allah, and he could not escape.

Even if Su Ming was in danger of being killed by a single blow, he would not be able to rescue him in time.

"Damn it, this suddenly feels reckless," Rhodes cursed inwardly.

He met several Eastern saints through telepathy.

They have so many people of their own, but they want me, an outsider, to be their bodyguard.

It’s okay normally, but now that we’re in someone else’s territory, it’s a bit difficult.

Seeing that Rod was absent-minded, Anla also stood up.

"Friend, don't look at it anymore. No matter what happens over there, it's none of our business. Come on, come on."

"I heard that you Slavs have a kind of checkers, which is quite interesting. Why don't we take this opportunity to play a few moves?"

After saying that, he casually threw out a dazzling chessboard.

Slavic checkers can be regarded as the crystallization of the wisdom of the Slavic people.

Rhodes hung his face. This guy must be bored to death.

In desperation, Rhodes had to join the game. After all, Anla's status was not much worse than Jehovah.

On the golden arena, the two men had not really fought each other yet, but were confronting each other with a "momentum".

It was precisely because of this method that Su Ming did not fall behind so quickly.

Even Jehovah was surprised and said in a deep voice: "Your state of mind is good, and it is completely comparable to that of a saint."

"But if I offer this, how will you respond?"

It only took a moment for the Lord to speak and disrupt this balance.

Su Ming felt as if his body was about to explode. He screamed "Ah" and almost fainted. He fell several hundred meters before he steady himself and looked up again.

What we see is the high and mighty God, Jehovah.

And above Jehovah's head, a golden skeleton was suspended.

"That is the torso bone of Su Shen. It was lost in the deep space restricted area two years ago. I didn't expect it to be in Jehovah's hands."

No wonder Su Ming’s faith in Taoism collapsed. Jehovah was holding his lifeline.

"You Orientals value backbone the most. You don't even have any bones. What can you use to fight me?"

Jehovah laughed coldly and used the torso bones to create an avatar.

At first Shiva held the head of destiny in his hand but he didn’t know how to use it, otherwise he wouldn’t have ended up in that situation.