I was Invincible for a Billion Years

but.

When the oldest voice in this temple fell, there was still a voice that sounded extremely confident, but also young, and came out.

It seems to be the prophet in the mouth of the old voice.

Feeling extremely disdainful.

There is a meaning that does not put the other party in the eyes at all, the tone is full of ridicule and high.

"Emperor, don't you think you are too worthy of this so-called prophet?"

"Ok?"

The old voice gave a hint of doubt, and the whole temple shivered immediately.

Suddenly.

The young voice who had just spoken quickly explained:

"Emperor, listen to me, the next generation means to say, what kind of existence you are, one of the oldest sources of the same flower. Although today, there are still a few old immortals that are almost the same as your time of existence. "

"But in terms of strength, you are truly the first in the world. The source of the same flower, there is no monk competing with you, let alone ..."

Young voice.

As he talked, his tone seemed agitated. He seemed to have a trace of dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart. He only felt that he could compete with the ancient source of the same flower.

Only possible in this area.

There can be nowhere else.

If it is a secret place beyond the big world, then it ’s okay, but what is a monk inside the big world?

among them.

Every flower is the same.

Which flower did not come from them, which flower was not sent to every big world through their hands?

In the eyes of these people.

The big world and their world.

There is also a difference between the two big world levels!

Among them, the monks are even more vulnerable, and even the secret master beyond the big world is, for them, a few deliberately created beings.

in other words.

But it is for the ancient source of the same flower to cultivate its opponents for them to pass the boring and endless years of time.

But now.

But from one of the oldest sources, he heard that a monk from the big world could actually compete with this ancient source to make it work hard?

This is not a joke.

What is it?

To know.

A long time ago, the ancient source in this temple was said.

If anyone can make him do his best, regardless of the final result, he will get all the energy of the other party and take it to a higher level.

This is the same flower, the most powerful one in the ancient source.

The energy of the other party.

If it is all given to another monk.

seriously.

Not to mention them, they are other ancient sources. They dare not imagine what level the extremely lucky monk can achieve.

just.

The young voice was slowly interrupted by the old voice in the temple before it was finished.

"You don't need to say, the prophecy is absolutely correct, I believe that he has already appeared."

"emperor……"

"Since you are so unsure, I can let you go and try him, how?"

boom!

In an instant.

As soon as I heard this, the young voice seemed more excited. Even the tone of the speech increased a lot, almost subconsciously:

"Is it true, Emperor? Are you really willing to let me leave here?"

Suddenly.

You can see from afar, one of the same flowers closest to the temple, at this moment, it emits a dazzling dazzling light, just like a burning sun, which is both sacred and burning Suffocating.

next moment.

I saw the same flower, in the depths of the light, there actually appeared a slender, yet powerful young figure, it was an extremely terrifying existence.

Only the figure appeared.

Actually, I saw several big worlds, which were destroyed by countless times under the hands of this young man.

At last.

Those big worlds were even refined by young people into several same flowers.

Come to count.

There are actually five.

In the end, the five flowers become one.

It has become the youth today, the same flower that is like the sun, burning, and sacred.

boom!

boom!

boom!

It was almost in this short moment that the figure of the youth appeared from this same flower, as did several other same flowers around him.

Faintly.

There seems to be a figure.

"Since you don't want to stay any longer, I can let you go."

The same flower, the sound of the ancient source, is transformed into a substantive breath of time, flowing in every corner of the surrounding, both illuminating this area, all the same flowers.

Also shining on the flowers that appeared in figure.

The moment I heard this sentence.

The flowers of the figure are more trembling than before, and they look very excited.

However the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source, but the words are changing again, the tone is slightly flat, but no matter who listens, it feels more like being in the snow and ice.

With the biting cold, shrouded in all directions.

"I can let you go, but remember, if anyone reveals the coordinates here, you should understand what it is like to end!"

Quiet!

Quiet.

Even the same flower that was most active before was silent.

More than ten seconds passed.

As the same flower turned into a phantom, after dissipating in this area, the remaining same flowers disappeared.

The master of these same flowers.

Once the master of secrets.

after that.

It is even more detached from this situation ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ came to one of the sources of the same flower.

after that.

When I heard about the ancient sources, I came here one after another to challenge, and I wanted to prove myself to be the most powerful monk ever.

However, I finally found out that from the day I was able to become the secret master.

It has become one of the pawns of the ancient source.

It's time to date.

They don't know the ancient source, why should they do this, in order to leave, each of them had to challenge the ancient source, get all the energy of the other side, and become the most powerful existence in this world.

otherwise.

Will always be trapped here.

And today.

They can leave.

That's what they dreamed of.

only.

When the owners of these same flowers, just after leaving, they were in the same position, but there was another same flower about to wither.

The voice sounded extremely old, dying.

"Emperor, you let them go, it should be more than ..."

"That's their stupidity, thinking that I'm the master here, since they don't need flowers, then I will barely accept it!"

Sneer.

With it.

Spread the whole area around.

"And I told you that if you can't break the prophecy, it doesn't mean I can't break it!"

The voice just fell.

I saw the same flowers that had appeared before, and they appeared again. They were absorbed into the ashes by a bright light scattered from the temple.

bloom.

Thank you.

But in a blink of an eye ...

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