Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Chapter 720 Today’s Cause, Tomorrow’s Result

Filins was helpless. He had ideas in his mind, but he was powerless.

If he still wanted to give it a try, then Su Ming's next words would make him give up the idea a little.

"Only the fittest survive in the natural selection, and those who lag behind will be beaten. I think you understand this principle better than anyone else."

Su Ming made it very clear that friends are friends and interests are interests.

Filins nodded: "You are right, even if you don't come."

“There will always be others coming.”

Rather than being swallowed up by others without leaving anything behind, it is better to...

"But you still have to do it. As a Slavic god, I cannot sit idly by and watch my homeland being occupied."

Filins clenched his palms and held the Grim Reaper's scythe across his body.

After improving for so long, he finally condensed the God-King nature and materialized it.

But the opponents we encountered were the highest-level players among the high-level players.

Su Ming nodded slightly, a smile on his face, "Forget it."

"Then I'll beat you up, maybe you'll feel better."

As he said that, he threw Zanielcha, who was like a dead fish, in front of Yang Jian.

Yang Jian's eyes then became clear as he looked at this "container".

"This... is a huge cause and effect, Rhodes. The cause today will have the result tomorrow. I, Yang Jian, will not let you suffer any loss."

As soon as these words were spoken, one of the unknown places in the universe became known.

Rhode was so angry that he almost cursed: "You are not a human being, you are a dog!"

I've been so sincere to you, yet you're so ungrateful.

My house was robbed!

In the unknown divine realm, all the great saints were sitting in charge, waiting for the three-day deadline.

Jehovah really didn't expect that Su Ming was such a person.

I was originally thinking about how to do ideological work on Rhodes.

It doesn't seem to be necessary now.

"I said, they are all ungrateful and evil."

"Do you believe it now?"

"When the sacred arena arrives, I will take care of this anger for you."

Jehovah had already reached the realm of perfection, and in the unknown divine realm, there was a very terrifying mysterious power that was superior to any saint. As far as they knew, this was most likely the highest balance point.

No matter who it is, even if they jump out, they are not in balance.

Eventually, it will be balanced out by this mysterious force.

"It's a pity that this power has no entity and no actual controller."

"Otherwise, those innate saints in the East wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."

God is my God. Only then did they understand that the reason why those innate saints were afraid of the unknown divine realm was precisely because of the existence of this power, not referring to any particular living being.

Jehovah said angrily: "If possible, I am willing to shoulder this responsibility, use my body to become the carrier of this power, and sweep across the Eastern world."

Rhodes on the side did not join in the conversation, he saw it very clearly.

The balance will not be broken, but we don't know how to balance it.

Who will create this balance?

He only hoped that his bet was right this time. Even if the West was defeated and the world came to an end, the seeds he sowed today would bear good fruit in the future and preserve his Slavic pantheon.

"Rod, don't think too much. You and we are on the same side now. You have no choice."

The true god Hunab seemed to see what Rhodes was thinking and comforted him.

These words were not only spoken to Rhodes, but also to Ahura of the Bosi pantheon and Azathoth of Cthulhu.

In this regard, Ahura seemed somewhat smooth: "You are right."

On the other hand, Azathoth, smoking a human opium pipe, was living a leisurely life.

Come to think of it, this big pipe was given to him by the Jade Emperor, Lao Liu.

"The sacred arena, the battle of balance, I'm actually quite looking forward to it."

Some saints in the West could roughly guess the final outcome.

Only Azathoth dared to tell the truth: "Those Eastern gods did so much just to make one person return."

"At first I thought they wouldn't succeed, but now it seems,"

A bit hung up.

The West suffered too many losses, from Tiamat to Shiva and Zeus, about seven or eight saints died in the battle.

Among them, the death of the ancient Egyptian saint Ra was the most shocking.

The mythical Lord of Chu who drags the big bell is really scary.

"He is not an innate spirit. When the sacred arena descends, he should come. I just hope not to meet him." said the master of a niche pantheon.

Originally, he was unable to become a saint because he had entered an unknown divine realm.

Even if you only stay there for three days, your cultivation will be improved a lot.

"Do you think that three-eyed man can take that step?"

All the saints knew that Su Ming’s steps had already reached the Slavs.

This hot issue naturally fell to Rhodes.

"Before I left, I monopolized everything in the God System. As for the part of the origin of the world power that was left behind, it was not enough to create a saint. If he really became a saint, it must be because of his own reasons."

"But no matter what, once he accepts it, he will definitely live in my shadow." Rhodes said calmly.

He actually hoped that Yang Jian could succeed, so that his only opponent would be him.

Jehovah didn't want to continue this topic, so he stretched himself and continued.

"Let's go. We don't have enough people. We should take action."

There are twenty games in total, with twenty gods. It would be fine if they were all saints.

But I guess it’s impossible to get them all together.

.........

On the other side, Su Ming had already beaten up Filens.

The strength is just right.

"Logically speaking, since you are my senior, I shouldn't give you any advice, but you are really talented and have great potential."

“It can be further developed.”

The development that Su Ming referred to was to get beaten a few more times.

"Come on!" Filens wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Only the pain in his body could ease the pain in his heart.

Yang Jian also began his own journey of proving his truth.

All along, whether in terms of merit or divinity, Yang Jian has always been at the top.

But he couldn't take that step no matter what, as if he was locked in place.

In this case, let's break it with force and charge forward.

"The power of a foreign pantheon has no choice but to take this path."

As Yang Jian poked Zanielcha's forehead with his finger, infinite terrifying power gushed out and without any delay, it re-entered Yang Jian's body.

The origin of worldly power cannot stay outside and must find a host.

When it discovered that the host came from the Eastern God, it panicked.

"No! I don't want it!"

The spirit of the origin of the world force fled frantically along the entrance just now.

Unfortunately it was too late.

The reason why it let down its guard was because the opponent had no divine power.

But unexpectedly, as soon as it entered, it lit up the opponent's divinity.

All I heard was Yang Jian's voice——

"Law, Heaven, Image, Earth!"

The entire Slavic pantheon, all laws and order, were turned upside down.

No matter how the origin of the world force escapes, it is under Yang Jian's control.

"Give up your struggle, help me become holy, and share eternal life with me."

With these words, the originally handsome Zhenjun looked like a villain.