Mythical arena, the beginning summons the emperor of the ages

Chapter 784 Wonderful Realm

Hunab said nothing, his face looked so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it.

This is no longer a question of winning or losing. It once again proves that the imbalance between the East and the West is too serious. Even though they are both saints, the gap between them can be so huge.

"Do you remember that there was a great catastrophe in the East that was called the Conferred God?" Hunabo said.

After death, the body will be transformed into flesh, but the soul can be listed as a god. It was also that calamity that caused the death of many gods in the East.

“I never thought that the hand of the Eastern Conferred God Tribulation would reach out to the West.”

It was known long ago that many gods would die in this era.

But what was unexpected was that most of the dead were Western gods.

When one saint falls, all things come into being. More than a dozen saints have fallen in the West.

"In fact, there is no need to be so pessimistic. Think about it, the group of innate spirits presided over this sacred arena in order to bring the heavens back to a state of balance. However, blindly killing and dying will only destroy the balance."

"Then can we make a bold guess?"

“This death is not absolute.”

Because Hunabo mentioned the great calamity of the Conferred Gods, those who died were finally conferred gods and survived.

Ahura, the Lord of the Bosi pantheon, seemed to smell something.

Hunaber did not give a direct answer, and the death was not clear.

But what is certain is that even if those Western gods who died in battle and died at the hands of Eastern gods can eventually be resurrected, they will not be able to stand against the East.

"There is no way out. Go to the next one and end this as soon as possible."

Ahura nodded slightly, already sensing the throbbing of gods everywhere.

There are many pantheons in the West, and although there are those who recluse from the world, there is also no shortage of cowards.

But this time...

It's my turn.

Ahura's breathing became unusually steady, and he stopped talking and laughing as usual, his expression very calm.

"I'll go." After standing in front of the saints for a long time, it's time to change my attitude.

Under the gaze of the saints, Ahura slowly walked towards the gate of heaven.

"It's unexpected, but also reasonable. After all, he is a saint, so it's normal for him to have some eccentric personalities."

Because they thought that Ahura would drag it out to the end like Jehovah did.

Azathoth's eyes flickered. Now that Ahura has gone down, should I also get ready?

Rumble!

The symbolic tremor of the Heavenly Gate left Ahura speechless.

“No, I have tried my best to suppress my holy power, almost to the point of nothingness. How can you still look like this?” Ahura shook his head helplessly.

"No need. This Saint doesn't care much about the so-called pomp and circumstance."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Ahura stepped through the gate of heaven.

He immediately stepped on the sacred arena, stirring up a thousand feet of golden light that engulfed every corner of the arena.

Various ancient architectural ruins appeared in the golden illusion.

The blood in the Iranian people's bodies instantly awakened and surged.

"I, I, I...I saw the Palace of Forty Columns. It was Ahura!"

"The long-lost Lord Ahura has finally returned!"

At this moment, the greatest glory in the world belongs to the Iranians.

The lord of the Bosi pantheon, the original god, the lord of the good world, the creator god of thirty days of each month, Ahura Mazda.

Sitting on the Palace of Forty Pillars, he is the most dazzling god in the whole world.

"Su Ming, we meet again." Ahura smiled.

On the altar, Su Ming nodded, "Yes, Su Ming greets the senior."

"Hmm?" Ahura was somewhat surprised by Su Ming's respect.

"It's a pity that this time, we are completely on opposite sides."

Su Ming raised his head: "It's a pity, but I don't think it's complete."

Ahura knew what Su Ming meant, so he didn't say much.

"How about it? Will you leave a little wiggle room for me in my choice because of our old friendship?"

Su Ming didn't even think about it and shook his head: "No, I will..."

"Give it your all."

Otherwise, it would be disrespectful to Ahura.

Even if we are seeing Ahura off, we have to give it the highest standard of farewell.

Ahura sighed and said, "Among the saints, my strength is at the bottom. You probably won't have the heart to invite three Eastern saints."

"It seems... so." The three saints came together and beat Ahura.

It is likely to be a complete defeat.

"Then let the people above make the choice, senior, I'm sorry."

Su Ming cupped his hands again before sending his spiritual thoughts up.

Behind the Eastern Sky Gate, people from all major dimensions were surging, most of them were ancient gods and quasi-saints.

In fact, there are still many saints in the East who monopolize the clan pantheon and prove the truth.

But this time, they didn't want to stand out, because most of these saints avoided the world and developed a solitary personality.

It's either 1v1 or 1v3. If it's 3v1, three people will work together on the same stage, face to face, which is so awkward.

As for those innate great powers, there are Zhen Yuanzi, Bodhi Patriarch and so on.

They went down during the Myth Arena, just to show their faces.

There is no need to go down now, let's leave some chance for the younger generation.

"Let me do it. There is always a little difference. Maybe the answer is on the stage."

Dong Wanggong didn't want to wait any longer. He was the leader of the male immortals and also sat on the throne, but he was a great emperor, not a heavenly emperor, although there was an essential difference.

But now that he saw Di Jun entering the Tao as the Emperor of Heaven, he could no longer hold back.

Across the dimensional barrier, Su Ming could smell two powerful divine thoughts.

“My good brother, Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun?” Su Ming frowned. “No, it’s you…Dong, Wang, Gong!”

As soon as the words fell, the fairy light from Tianmen shone brightly and turned into a golden rainbow.

Crashed onto the stage with a loud bang.

After the throne was settled and a magnificent Dharma image was revealed, heavenly music began to rise, and the true form of the King of the East was revealed with a fairy ring on his head.

"My dear friend, long time no see. Do you think I look presentable?"

Duke Dong smiled implicitly.

But the person who spoke was actually the will of Taiyi Jiuku Tianzun.

Su Ming immediately understood that the two had merged into one, and there were also other incarnations in the heavens, the Ten Heavenly Lords who Savior Suffering in All Directions.

All is one.

No wonder Dong Wanggong is so powerful at this moment. He is not like a saint, but he is better than a saint.

The divine power in Su Ming's body was eager to try. Neither of them had fully achieved sainthood, so they were very comparable.

"Don't let your imagination run wild. You can't beat me right now."

Dong Wanggong laughed and said, but it’s hard to say what will happen after a few more competitions.

"Hahaha, I dare not." Su Ming admitted in his heart.

When they reach this level, although they have not yet become saints, they all have their own wonderful realm. In this wonderful realm, they can reach the level of saints.

Since the saints will not leave, then Dong Wanggong's level is just right.

"You are very strong, below a saint, but far above a quasi-saint."

Ahura expressed a certain recognition of the strength of the King of East.

This state is very subtle and brings one closer to being a saint.

To a certain extent, it has also shaken the saying that all below saints are ants.

"But I'm curious, how many people are in such a wonderful state as you."

After he finished speaking, the ancient plane in the east trembled, and someone responded to the call...