Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

The luck accumulated in the previous arena finally came into play.

After Su Ming jumped out, he was quickly pushed up by Jehovah.

The omniscient and omnipotent circle pressed forward, but how could Su Ming let him succeed again?

A touch of fate had already created a gash between his eyebrows.

"I made the right bet."

Su Ming swore that he could not defeat Jehovah, but he knew.

Everything behind him will surely support him in winning this battle.

"You are betting on something I have always known and guarded against."

"You still can't escape!"

Now that a corner of fate has been revealed, this is no longer just a battle of cultivation.

It is a battle between faith and destiny.

"Jehovah, have you heard of shackles?" Su Ming asked.

By chance, he had been avoiding the realm of Jehovah.

But there are always times when you can't avoid it.

Jehovah grabbed Su Ming again and smiled: "Shackles are always used by me to restrain people."

"No one has ever dared to put shackles on me, because I am God."

Then Jehovah once again realized his omniscience and omnipotence and said, "Kneel down!"

In the eyes of everyone, fate was defeated by faith, but in fact it was Su Ming's problem. He did not enter the holy path, so even with the blessing of fate, he could not exert his full potential.

Su Ming tried his best to stay calm. Even if he was not strong enough, he would definitely find an opportunity to trap Jehovah.

But at the same time, omniscience and omnipotence invaded the whole body again.

I can't move again.

The scene that happened before continued to happen, and my legs were out of control.

Opportunity, opportunity, come out quickly!

Su Ming has been waiting, this battle is no longer in his hands.

"Have you obeyed? The opportunity you are waiting for may not come in time."

As soon as Jehovah finished speaking, fate moved and an opportunity appeared again.

Fuck! Here we go again!

At the critical moment, Su Ming was about to kneel down completely and was taken away again.

Jehovah was instantly alert. This was a battle between faith and destiny.

If fate does not allow him to kneel to his faith, he will never be able to kneel.

Jehovah is confident that his current strength is not weaker than those innate saints.

But facing someone like Su Ming is really a headache.

Fortunately, you can escape, but you can't counterattack me.

Jehovah immediately laughed and said, "You can only run away."

Sure enough, the next second, Su Ming was trapped by the omniscience and omnipotence again.

The whole process is pretty silky smooth.

Because this arena, except for some gaps on the edges, the rest of the place is eroded by faith.

Su Ming was no longer asked to kneel, but in a more humiliating way.

Jehovah took direct action, trying to step on Su Ming.

"Even if you did, so what? I can only say that I can't beat you."

"It doesn't mean I've lost!"

After hearing this, Jehovah laughed and said, "You don't need to admit it. As long as this scene can be witnessed by the world, that's enough."

But when Su Ming was about to be knocked down, that ray of opportunity appeared again.

And took Su Ming away again.

"asshole!"

Jehovah understood that he could kill Su Ming with one blow.

But that damn immortal trait would not determine that Su Ming was killed.

So he could only make him surrender.

But that damn opportunity was like a true saying personified.

Scholars can be killed but not humiliated.

This has led to a vicious cycle: you cannot kill, and you cannot humiliate.

How should I start?

"I have no patience left. If that's the case, then, kill him."

Jehovah was filled with murderous intent and no longer played around with Su Ming.

Su Ming sensed the danger of death.

He is not immortal. His so-called immortality is based on the possibility of resurrection. But once he is killed, the conditions for resurrection cannot be provided in the arena.

At the same time, there is little point in Jehovah killing him, as it is useless to the Western Pantheon.

But at this moment, Jehovah was determined to kill, just to vent his anger.

Personal grudges.

"That's how it should be." Su Ming said with a smile, "It's not that you don't dare to kill me."

"I just want to destroy all the luck in me and make the West right."

Jehovah did think so, but now he has figured it out.

"I have been in charge of the Western faith in the name of God for countless years. I have had enough and I am tired of it. The fate of the West has nothing to do with me. I just want to kill you now!" Jehovah was furious and rushed over to kill him.

In an instant, the terrifying pressure covered Su Ming's entire body.

Is this the terrifying power of an innate saint? Too terrifying.

Su Ming knew that he could not win, and he was turned into a shadow after just one encounter.

After taking a breath, he recovered with the help of his great supernatural powers.

But the internal injuries are still severe.

"You can't even withstand a real blow from me, so what can you use to fight me?"

Jehovah finally stopped pretending and attacked again, knocking Su Ming into the crack at the edge of the sacred arena.

In the eyes of the people below, Su Ming had been passively taking the beating.

The confrontation just now suddenly became a joke.

"It turns out that God has been giving him opportunities, but they are useless."

"It is like this. No matter how much stronger Su Ming becomes, he can never defeat God. He is the God of Faith."

For a time, Westerners' belief in God reached its peak.

Gradually, it evolved from a polytheistic system of gods to a single belief in God.

"This battle itself is unfair." The people of Long were worried.

They thought of countless ways to break the impasse, but Su Shen was facing the strongest saint in the West, so there was no solution at all.

"Even if you are determined to kill me, it won't be that easy to kill me!"

Su Ming cried out in pain while still challenging him provocatively.

Countless spots of fate were added to the body to prevent being killed by a single blow.

At the same time, he was also stepping on all the points of the ring.

"Ninety-seven"

"Ninety-eight"

"Ninety-nine"

enough!

Su Ming was trapped in the cracks and was on the verge of death countless times.

Finally at this moment, two rays of golden light shot out from his eyes, reaching heaven and earth.

Jehovah was shocked: "You! What are you doing again!"

This time it was finally Su Ming's turn to laugh: "Aren't you omniscient and omnipotent? Can you guess what this is?!"

Before he knew it, a tight hoop had been put around Jehovah’s head.

It looks like the same one that Monkey King wore on his head.

But this is definitely not the golden hoop, it’s just a reference to its appearance.

Before Su Ming could speak, Jehovah murmured, "Shackles!"

"How dare you put a shackle on my head!"

If it were just simple shackles, it would be fine, but the pervasive breath of fate was madly corroding his soul.

Jehovah immediately understood that he was bound by the shackles of fate.

Su Ming wants to...

Decide his fate.

"I can't help it. You're too strong. This is the only way to be fair."

Su Ming awakened the power of destiny, but was unable to mobilize much of it.

So the shackles were not created by external forces, but were transformed by himself.

soon.

Su Ming's figure had disappeared, bringing Jehovah completely into...

The world of destiny.

This scene is very similar to the time when Su Ming turned his body into a furnace.

Refined Poseidon...