Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

The Slavic pantheon has been completely overturned, accompanied by a purple aura coming from the east.

The Eastern divinity is completely imprinted on it.

"What happened? He succeeded, but we are still..."

There aren't even many substantive changes.

The Slavic gods believed that after Yang Jian became a saint, their divinity would be stripped away and they would then have to start practicing again.

But this phenomenon did not happen, and I don’t know why.

There was an inexplicable sense of affinity in the way they looked at Yang Jian.

"broken!"

"He has subtly taken away our faith!"

That’s right, it’s faith.

This affinity is due to faith. If they attack Yang Jian now, it would be extremely disrespectful.

Yang Jian looked at the gods' reactions and they were pretty much what they thought.

He did not completely incorporate the Slavs into the Eastern pantheon.

Instead, he built a bridge between the two.

It can be said that a friendly and intimate relationship has been established.

Of course, this also leads to a problem, which is the issue of stance.

Slavs still belong to the West.

At this moment, a voice came from somewhere, compromising with reality.

"It's a done deal, and we have to accept the outcome."

"Quick, welcome our new king!"

In the eyes of some gods, Yang Jian controls the source of Slavic world power, and is the master of the new pantheon.

But Yang Jian first looked at Su Ming and then came to Films.

"Mr. Death, thank you for your care. This seat should be yours."

Faced with this action, Filens, who was beaten black and blue by Su Ming, was very surprised. He thought, since you have even eaten the origin of the world force, why don't you take the opportunity to take control of the God system?

"you……"

Yang Jian knew that Filins had doubts in his mind, and he couldn't let him say more.

He was thrown into the Pantheon, to the place where Zanielcha was before.

"The God of Death Ferrins, he is your new king."

Yang Jian’s words were so shocking that the gods felt their scalps tingling because of the origin of the world’s power.

Su Ming knew Yang Jian’s plan if he really took control of Slavia.

When it comes to the sacred arena, you can only fight for the West.

"Lord Death... is our new king. It seems that this is also possible..."

After all, the god of death, Filins, is a pure Slavic god.

It is better to let a local god be king than a foreign god.

"Quick! Follow me to welcome the new king!"

Since Rhodes left, the Slavic gods have experienced much turmoil.

Now that there is a new king, there is at least no risk of division.

"What about them? They're not going to just walk away like that, are they?"

The origin of world power is the greatest foundation of the pantheon and the root of the pantheon.

Now that it has been taken away, this pantheon is just an empty shell.

It exists in name only.

However, the voice of dissent was very small. Who could have the ability to stop these two bandits?

Before leaving, Su Ming left some meaningful words.

"You may not consider us your friends, but after this incident, Dongfang will definitely not be your enemy."

Su Ming is now fully qualified to speak on behalf of the East.

The general meaning is that before we establish a relationship with you, the East can choose to invade you or even destroy you directly, but with this relationship with us, you are no longer threatened by the East.

As for the West, with our ancestor Rhodes supporting them, there will be no problem.

So the lives of these Slavic gods were saved.

Just wait for the arrival of the sacred arena and watch the show.

After seeing the two people walking away, they really walked out of the Slavic gate.

The gods began to curse.

"Damn it! This is the first time I've heard aggression described in such a refreshing and refined way."

"It's a pity that I don't have that kind of strength, otherwise I would definitely defeat these two bandits...!"

At this time, the gods began to miss the days when Rhodes was in charge.

"Is there really no way to summon the ancestor back?"

"There are so many saints in the Unknown Divine Realm, why can't you send a few out to protect us weak people?"

The gods were thinking, since Su Ming was able to attack their pantheon.

Then they would definitely be able to attack other gods, but when they looked back, they found that when the saints entered the unknown divine realm, they moved their own gods away.

Only dear Lord Rhodes allowed them to suffer the vicissitudes of life outside...

.........

"Is it done?"

"It's done, um... no, it's not done," Yang Jian followed Su Ming back to the Eastern Realm, paused for a moment, and then said, "Does it count as half done?"

Su Ming asked knowingly: "Brother Jian, how do you do it halfway?"

Yang Jian didn't waste any time and immediately used his physical body sanctification technique.

At first glance, he looks no different from when Yang Jian became famous.

But when he reached out to touch it, Su Ming almost cried out in surprise.

"Oh! Really!"

"True flesh is sanctified."

Su Ming has entered the realm of semi-saint and is particularly sensitive to things in the saint realm system.

You can tell if it is there by just touching it.

He also took out half of Yang Jian's holy character.

"But……"

Su Ming still had concerns, and on the way back he told Yang Jian about the sacred arena.

The opponents are likely to be saints. If I don't become a saint, I'm afraid...

Afterwards, Yang Jian whispered a few words into Su Ming's ear, causing Su Ming to sigh helplessly.

With half a holy grid, you can find an opportunity to enter the holy realm in an instant.

You can enter the saint realm in an instant. With this instant of time, you can have a small chance of severely injuring the saint, but it is almost impossible to kill the saint and win.

And a moment later, all that awaited him was ruthless slaughter.

"What? You look down on your brother Jian? Have you become more capable?"

Yang Jian rarely joked, he knew Su Ming was also a member of the sacred arena.

Since Su Ming can do it, why can't I, Xiansheng Zhenjun, do it?

Su Ming sighed and shook his head: "You know, that's not what I meant."

"Okay, stop talking. Take me to meet my old friend first."

"It is said that he has not been seen since he achieved enlightenment."

Yang Jian looked in the direction of the holy aura, his eyes sparkling.

"Let me make this clear first. If we start fighting, you don't try to stop us."

I just wanted to see if this true saint had widened the gap between the two of us.

Su Ming and Yang Jian were sensed by Monkey King as soon as they reached the foot of the mountain.

"Hehe, we really are old friends who can't get any older."

Monkey King is resting with his eyes closed, so that he can better recuperate, and he also takes a look at his monkeys and grandchildren.

Monkey King returned to the Flower-Fruit Mountain, and later found that the Flower-Fruit Mountain was not as lively as before, so he merged Mount Emei with it, and it finally became lively again.

"Yang Jian, remember the competition a thousand years ago, the winner has not yet been decided."

After these words were spoken, Yang Jian was originally thinking of going up the mountain to say a few polite words.

It seems unnecessary now.

"Monkey, I have been waiting for you for this battle for a long time, so come on."

Boom!

A beam of shocking golden rainbow shot up into the sky, creating a plane under the sky. Monkey King went to meet it without thinking.

"Oh my god, something happened!"

It's really impossible to stop it!