Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

In any case, Jehovah finally took this young man seriously.

Especially that axe.

Becoming a saint or not is only one step away, but the difference is huge.

Even Jehovah, who carries all the holy mountains on his back, does not dare to defeat Su Ming.

In fact, Su Ming in this state has indeed become different.

It's not just about his cultivation, it's more about his identity as a person.

He can be Su Ming or someone else, it's just a matter of thought.

As for this other person, the image of Pangu behind him has explained everything.

However, the next time Su Ming spoke, it was no longer his own voice.

"Jehovah, you have brought all the luck of the West and condensed the power of all the holy mountains. I think there is basically no one in this world who can defeat you by himself."

This was not Su Ming's voice, but it was spoken in Su Ming's tone.

The voice was undoubtedly referring to those innate saints.

The people below were skeptical for a while.

"Could it be that Jehovah has surpassed the innate saints?"

"Even if Yuanshi Tianzun and the others take action, they can't suppress him?"

People soon accepted the fact that Jehovah in this state was no longer just Jehovah.

Instead, it shoulders the fate of the entire West.

Unless you have the power to balance the East and the West on your own.

Otherwise no one can be his opponent.

This is also the reason why Jehovah dared to go up and touch Su Ming when he mistakenly thought that Su Ming was Pangu at the first moment.

"Huh, I really don't like the way you talk."

With a wave of his hand, Jehovah will make all the holy mountains shine brightly.

As Su Ming said, Jehovah has surpassed the innate saints.

He is the single most powerful force in this world, and no one can defeat him.

Facing Jehovah's arrogance, Su Ming remained unmoved.

He just said coldly: "I said, I can be someone other than him."

"But...it could be."

After saying this, the Pangu Axe in his hand emitted the sound of the great way.

Is it time for a war?

It was clearly Su Ming's appearance, but there was a strong hint of threat in his words.

"This battle is not over yet."

"It has ended."

In the Eastern Divine Realm, Yuanshi Tianzun led the people to reveal his true form.

His eyes flickered, and he had already seen through the figure in the maze.

"Is it him?" asked Zhenyuan Daxian, actually he already knew.

Emperor Fuxi remained silent. He had had some interactions with Su Ming before.

Now I dare not cling to him anymore.

……

"All saints, follow me to meet the enemy. Victory or defeat depends on this one move!"

Jehovah shouted loudly, and all the lost Western saints fell back into his hands. If this person was just Su Ming after he became a saint, then his foundation would be too empty.

The holy mountains had no choice but to go all out and help Jehovah.

Su Ming's right hand, which had remained motionless, finally raised slightly.

The sacred arena was shaken by the most insane tremor, as if saying that it was not worthy of bearing a battle of this level.

People have already sensed that this war will continue.

It will continue for a long time.

Jehovah, with all the holy mountains, rushed forward and pressed towards Su Ming.

Su Ming closed his eyes, and the Pangu Axe in his hand unleashed the power of eternity.

In an instant, the two of them embodied the most prosperous fortunes of the East and the West respectively.

In Su Ming’s first battle after becoming a saint, Pangu’s Axe fell and hit the Holy Mountains. The Holy Mountains were protected by the supreme source of faith of Jehovah.

For a moment, I froze there.

Split the mountain, split the mountain, and split the mountain again.

“I didn’t expect that the final battle would end with Su Ming splitting the mountain.”

It's the limit.

Su Ming's heart was beating fast, and a crack was created in the Holy Mountains.

This is his limit.

But this time, he didn't need to fight desperately, because...

"Hahaha, after you became a saint, your strength has surpassed mine."

"But don't forget, behind me stands the Holy Mountain!"

The only Holy Mountain in the world, an upgraded version of the Mountain of Gods.

Facing this, Su Ming simply responded: "But don't forget, the one behind me is..."

"Pangu!"

Su Ming kept his eyes closed and said this very bluntly.

It's like giving up something.

When he opened his eyes again, the image of Pangu behind him had merged into his body.

This caused his voice and appearance to completely change, and his body expanded dozens of times in size.

The golden Dao patterns are laid out to form muscles, and the bones and blood are transformed from the golden liquid of the Dao.

The scattered black hair embodies the word "oldest" in its vicissitudes.

His eyes, opening and closing, seemed to be able to restart the world.

It's him.

It's really him.

The truest interpretation of "there is a god above your head", an ancient god who makes all the gods unable to raise their heads.

Rather than saying that he is God, it would be better to say that he is the beginning of everything.

"I have been waiting, in the past, present and future."

"Waiting for an answer."

The moment he opened his mouth, everything in the world fell silent.

No one heard clearly what "he" said, only one word was remembered in their minds.

Pangu God has returned!

In the Eastern Divine Realm, the tense nerves of the saints were finally released at this moment.

Led by Yuanshi Tianzun, the Three Pure Ones, the Three Emperors and the holders of the Three Books all kowtowed collectively to welcome the return of the god Pangu.

At this moment, no one cares about winning or losing because it doesn’t make any sense anymore.

Jehovah's excited gaze also came to an abrupt halt at this moment.

Because when Pangu returned to his place, the Mountain of All Saints was split into two by a light stroke of an axe, and all the saints were scattered.

Wither again.

There is no doubt that this is a power beyond the divine.

There are no words to describe it.

Jehovah couldn't even imagine that a human being could be so powerful.

"Pangu!"

Jehovah mustered up his courage before he uttered these two words directly.

"You want an answer, but you have disrupted the original balance. I don't understand why you want to put the West and us to death." Jehovah vented his anger. "They all praise your greatness, but in my opinion, you are not great."

In fact, Jehovah knew this long ago.

The mythological arena has arrived, and the initiator of all this is not those innate saints, but the god Pangu.

It is not the so-called decline of the West that has broken this balance.

Someone jumped out.

"You are the culprit. You shouldn't exist."

After revealing this secret, Jehovah fell into madness.

In his opinion, Pangu's existence was not tolerated by heaven and earth, by the Tao, and by the human world.

He should have died after the creation of the world, but he wanted to live.

To be precise, it is the desire to exist, the desire to keep gazing at the world.

It is precisely because of this obsession that all the heavens and the world are in chaos.

Only balance can reverse this chaos, so, so...

Either continue to balance, or let both sides of the balance become unified.

Obviously, Pangu did not do the latter.

So the mythological arena came into being, reshuffling the gods.

As for the result of the shuffle, it really depends on each person's fate.

Pangu's eyes were cold and gloomy. A person like him had already looked down on everyone.

But he still said calmly: "I gave you a chance."