Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Su Ming has been guarding this world, preventing the Western God from making any small moves.

Feeling the familiar oriental breath, Su Ming's heart tightened.

Open the bow without turning back the arrow.

Success or failure depends on this.

"Brother Jian, just relax and no one will disturb you."

Su Ming is guarding the gate alone, and the reform of the Slavic pantheon will inevitably attract the attention of all parties. As for whether someone will come to cause trouble, it is hard to say.

As for Rhodes, he was not worried. After all, without his tacit consent, they couldn't even enter the Slavic gate.

The more this happened, the deeper Su Ming's heart became, and he thought.

“It’s time for our generation to grow up.”

Fortunately, this three-day protection period has an absolute deterrent effect.

The Western God didn't do anything tricky, which was okay.

After all, the person who upholds the rules of this agreement is the innate saint.

I calculated the time and found that a whole day had passed and there were two days left.

In fact, what Su Ming cares about most is his ancestors.

In Su Ming's opinion, Fusu exchanged his life for that of his ancestor, who was considered completely dead. Even if the ancestor had the means to resurrect him, there was only one possibility, which was to use the ancestor's life to exchange for Fusu's life again.

"Grandfather, no matter what choice you make, Xiao Sun hopes you will come back."

It is said that Su Ming is a man of great benevolence and righteousness, but in many things, he is no different from ordinary people, except that he is selfish.

"I'm incompetent!" Filins yelled as he watched the sky and earth change color.

The Slavic pantheon is not without people, but incompetent. There are so many gods in the Pantheon, and many of them are on the same level as Filins. They are either afraid or suppressed by Su Ming and do not even have a chance to show up.

After all, the recently deceased magic god Zanielcha is the best example.

.........

"Ah! Pain!"

Yang Jian was in excruciating pain, but that thunder tribulation was not a lethal thunder, so it would not kill him instantly. It was precisely because of this that the process of death spread to the pain.

He could have chosen to faint, but a mysterious force kept his consciousness hanging and kept him awake.

Clearly feel the pain of death, and this process is not instantaneous, but long, with no end in sight.

No matter what Yang Jian did, it was useless; his body and mind were filled with pain.

The golden body shattered and gathered again, gathered again and shattered again, and the divine nature also jumped back and forth repeatedly.

He went through so much hardship that people who didn't know him would think he was using pain to prove his truth.

He was tempered like this repeatedly for thousands and tens of thousands of times, but his will was indestructible, the thunder tribulations continued, and the pain continued.

A miserable man was born.

In the distant sky, how could the Jade Emperor not hear his nephew’s cries.

Just as Yang Jian thought, that ray of life was held by the Jade Emperor for him.

"My dear nephew, the path to becoming a saint is so difficult. If you want to gather 130 million calamities into one calamity, you will have to endure inhuman torture." The Jade Emperor paused and said, "Well, well, your uncle will bear the part that you cannot endure for you."

Who makes you my good nephew?

The realm of the saint is sacred and inviolable and cannot be desecrated by any living being below.

Yang Jian had a glimpse of the possibility of becoming a saint, so he should be wiped out by the saintly calamity.

So after the first few hits, Yang Jian should have been blown into pieces.

After all, this is a matter of proof, and it is not a miracle that can be witnessed by just having the protagonist's halo, roaring with passion, and charging forward mindlessly.

However, Yang Jian's personality is completely different from that of his uncle, the Jade Emperor.

The Jade Emperor experienced 132 million kalpas, each lasting 129,600 years, totaling about 1.57 billion years.

As long as the catastrophe is divided into countless small parts, the danger will be diluted.

Therefore, the Jade Emperor walks steadily and firmly on this path.

In the words of Yuanshi Tianzun, it is achieved by enduring time.

Of course, the Jade Emperor’s sharing of the holy calamity with Yang Jian was not unconditional.

First of all, Yang Jian has to bear the consequences of tampering with the pantheon.

The second is the power of the thunder tribulation itself.

Thirdly, the Jade Emperor’s intervention multiplied the cause and effect several times.

The only benefit is that the Jade Emperor can keep Yang Jian from dying in this process.

"Not dying, that's enough."

Although his whole body was ravaged by pain, Yang Jian was still conscious.

And he was very clear-headed and knew very well that it was his uncle, the Jade Emperor, who took action.

Su Ming didn't even know that if Yang Jian succeeded in proving his truth, the person he should be most thankful for was "Uncle's blessing."

……

The Slavic gods could no longer prevent this from happening.

"As long as the mountains remain, there will be no shortage of firewood. Let's go to other divine realms to establish new pantheons. As long as the roots are there, the pantheon will remain." The Slavic gods suggested.

But before he escaped far, he ran into the boundary wall of the plane.

"What's going on? Damn it!"

"He not only wants to embezzle the resources of the God System, but also us!"

If he succeeds, then we will be...

The God of the East?

It’s not that they think the Eastern God’s identity is shameful, on the contrary, they think that in the current situation, the Eastern God has a greater chance of winning.

It is not a loss to be an Eastern God, but throughout history, those who have been invaded and colonized have always been treated as slaves.

They would rather die as martyrs than become slaves of Eastern gods.

I don’t want to be at the bottom of the contempt chain!

"Yes, even if he can take over our bodies, our minds, and our souls, he will definitely not be able to change what is in our bones, which is our blood."

What the Slavic pantheon lacks the least is tough guys who won't give in.

Yang Jian doesn't care about these, he only cares about himself.

Whether he succeeds or not, Yang Jian will be the patron saint of these people.

But they always want to push him to the opposite side and think so badly of him.

"I can't take it anymore. When will this end?" Yang Jian had already collapsed.

The sanctification of the flesh. The sanctification of the flesh. This is the step he is going through at this moment.

Moreover, he had seen the end. Even after this experience, he could not condense the Primordial Dao Fruit for himself and become a saint among the heavens. In the end, it would just be...

The sanctification of the flesh.

"That's good too. It can be considered as a true connection with the saints."

After letting go of his obsession, Yang Jian's pain was obviously much less.

Even if only his physical body was sanctified, those divine thunders would baptize every node of his past life.

Only a flawless life can prove the truth, but...how can a person be flawless?

"Forget it. There are flaws and there are traces. I, Yang Jian, have been doing things all my life, so why should I pursue stability? Let's stop here!"

As soon as the words came out, countless established rules and orders poured down.

In one fell swoop, Yang Jian was pushed to the realm of complete physical sanctification.

"Cough cough..."

Yang Jian half-knelt on the ground weakly, and the world returned to peace.

A half-finished saint is not worthy of celebration by the heavens.

So everything looks so lonely, as if it has failed.

In fact, Yang Jian succeeded, and the divine nature was reunited and transformed into a holy nature.

Too bad there's only half a piece.

But no one noticed that the holy nature was perfect just for a moment.

"Yang Jian has failed my uncle's expectations. You won't blame me, will you?"

Yang Jian looked up and sighed.

After packing up his clothes, he slowly walked towards Su Ming.