Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

All the saints who died in the battle appeared one by one under the throne of Jehovah.

Shiva just felt that he had had a very long dream.

When you wake up from the dream, it’s not over yet.

"I didn't expect that your final enemy would be that boy."

Shiva was disappointed that he died early and could not see what happened next.

I thought that Jehovah and his people could at least take away a few innate saints.

Laya was particularly puzzled: "Is he dead? It seems... not completely dead."

"This is the West's last chance, and we must do it without reservation."

"We are willing to shed our last rays of light and do our best!"

Jesus, Odin, and Zeus shouted in unison, "Anla beside you," offering a sacrifice to Jehovah with the supreme truth.

The shackles of fate on his head loosened slightly.

Chaos laughed loudly: "I have been optimistic about you for a long time. My great Western pantheon cannot be ridden on the head!"

The terrifying power of chaos messed up everything inside and outside the space.

Bai Aimee also acted at the right time and lit the final sacred fire.

These people are not the real ones, but the last chance left in this world. Jehovah has materialized them one by one with his extraordinary magical powers, integrating the power of all the saints in the West just to launch a single attack.

Under this power, Jehovah has entered a state of transcendence.

It has already surpassed the innate saints.

The shackles of fate did not originally belong to Su Ming's power.

But in the next moment, the signs of loosening turned into cracking.

fracture!

Rows of saints formed the Holy Mountains, standing behind Jehovah, and the shackles were shattered.

"Look everyone, the sky in the west is beginning to glow."

"Is it going to win?"

Won the last battle!

Westerners cannot believe that Jehovah has the power to command all the saints.

The existence of the Holy Mountains raises Jehovah to an incomparable height.

Breaking free from the shackles of fate, he scanned the arena.

"You are still here, but in this state, you are no longer able to kill me."

"So, I win."

Despite this, Jehovah still wanted to try to extinguish Su Ming's only remaining immortal consciousness.

However, after trying several times, I found that I couldn't catch it at all.

Yahweh gave up and turned to the Valkyrie: "He is half dead, and I am in my prime, so I win."

"As the winner, my proposal is to return all the looted saints and restore our western fortune."

For a moment, the whole world was shocked.

Jehovah dared to make such a claim even though he only won this one battle.

Return the sainthood and restore the fortune of the West. This means resurrecting all the saints who died in the battle.

"It's not fair. What's the point of us winning so many games before?"

Orientals complained.

But before the rules were made, they were already unfair.

People even suspected that "all these lost lives in battle seemed to be preserved by some terrifying existence, and could be returned in full if it wished."

If that's true, it would be terrible.

The people behind the ring, the organization behind the Valkyrie.

The person who planned all this is really terrible!

The Valkyrie remained calm. Even she would feel suffocated facing Jehovah in this state.

"According to the rules of the arena, the winner will not be determined until one of them dies."

"Mr. God, you are too impatient."

Jehovah's eyes flashed. "Look at his current state. Do you think he still has the strength to fight? Even if he recovers his true form, the outcome will not change. I have reason to suspect that your so-called justice is biased towards him."

After hearing Jehovah's words, the Valkyrie was not in a hurry at all.

Because she knows almost everything, all you have to do is wait quietly.

Soon, a light surged above Jehovah's head, foreshadowing something.

"It's you!"

After getting a very clear answer, Jehovah's eyes changed from shock, to fear, and then to excitement.

"Good, everyone is afraid of you and lives in your shadow."

"I'm finally going to face you today. I'm the first one!"

In order to shatter the fear in his heart, Jehovah punched out.

The arena was almost destroyed, but that piece of void was as solid as a rock.

The long river of time hangs in front, and behind is the origin of all things. The sky has collapsed, the earth has sank, and the stars are in chaos, but all the visions point to one point.

A golden flower bloomed from it, illuminating the heavens and the world.

And the hearts of all living beings.

The light of the soul is hard to describe, but it is truly bright.

Only the people of Blue Star were confused, while all other realms, as long as they had consciousness, were shaken.

Including the innate saints who had been hiding for a long time, they all emerged one after another.

To be exact,

Looking forward to it!

The Three Pure Ones, the Three Emperors, the Innate Spiritual Roots, the Innate Star Mother...

They spoke and paid respect, but it was inhumane.

Because the truly grand moment has not yet arrived, they cannot overdo it.

Just think about it.

But the Lord refused to believe in evil and led the power of the holy mountain to knock it down.

In an instant, the luck of the East was drained away and gathered at one point.

Even the destiny of the West is shaken and is being sucked in madly.

The figure that suppressed the hearts of all the saints appeared again.

I saw an axe hanging on that "point".

Soon, the burly figure gradually emerged. It was taller than the mountains, but its aura was enough to turn the world upside down.

People recognized that the axe was the "Pangu Axe".

After Zhuge had used it, it suddenly disappeared.

You have to know that that axe blow directly took Hunab's life.

Jehovah has gathered his power to the extreme and is ready to confront the opponent head-on.

But I found that there was another figure and a face under that figure.

"It's you!"

Su Ming was hanging there alive, holding Pangu Axe in his hand.

There were sparkling golden flowers under my feet. Upon careful counting, I found that the golden flowers no longer had eight petals, but nine.

Intact.

"He is a saint."

When Su Ming opened his eyes, the first ray of holy power shot out. Although it did not cause any damage, it froze the order of the heavens and all worlds.

All the gods in the East have a desire to make a pilgrimage.

"Is it the Great God Pangu or Su Ming? I can't tell."

Su Ming’s attainment of sainthood is a fact, but the person behind it is the Dharma image.

Who else could it be but that person.

The two came together for the first time, and the world suddenly became quiet.

"Jehovah, you don't recognize me, or you see someone else."

The voice was still Su Ming's, but it made some people feel lost.

Some people also breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hmph, I overestimated you." Although Jehovah snorted, he was very unconfident in his heart.

"Everyone in the East is looking forward to your return, but now it seems."

"You can't come back for a while."

The meaning of such a conversation is very clear. The image behind Su Ming is Pangu, the god of creation.

But it is just a Dharma image, Jehovah couldn't help but think.

If Pangu is welcomed back, what will Su Ming do?