Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

but.

When the oldest voice in this temple fell, there was still a young voice that sounded extremely confident.

It seems to be the prophet in the old voice.

Feel extremely disdainful.

There is a sense of not putting the other person in the eyes at all, and the tone is full of ridicule and loftyness.

"Di, don't you think you value this so-called prophet too much?"

"Ok?"

The old voice made a faint question, and immediately the whole temple trembles.

Suddenly.

The young voice who had just spoken quickly explained:

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

"But in terms of strength, you are the real number one in the world, the source of the same flower, and there is no monk competing with you, let alone..."

Young voice.

As he spoke, his tone seemed excited, as if he had a trace of dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart, who only felt that he could contend with the ancient source of the same flower.

It can only appear in this area.

It can never be anywhere else.

If it is said that it is beyond the secret places outside the big world, that's all, but the monks in the big world, what is that?

among them.

Every same flower.

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

In the eyes of people like them.

The big world and their world.

There is also a difference of two levels!

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

in other words.

It is just for the ancient source of the same flower to cultivate its opponents to pass the boring and endless years.

But now.

But from one of the oldest sources, he heard that monks from the big world could compete with this ancient source and make them do their best?

This is not a joke.

What is it again?

To know.

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

If anyone can make him do his best, no matter what the final result is, he will get all the energy of the other party and take him to the next level.

This is the same flower, the most powerful of the ancient sources.

The energy of the other party.

If it is all given to another monk.

seriously.

Let alone them, it is the other ancient sources, I can't even imagine what level that extremely lucky monk can reach.

just.

Before he finished speaking, the young voice was slowly interrupted by the old voice in the temple.

"Needless to say, there is absolutely nothing wrong with the prediction. I believe that he has already appeared."

"emperor……"

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

boom!

In an instant.

Upon hearing this, the young voice seemed to become more agitated, and even the tone of his speech improved a lot, almost subconsciously blurting out:

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

Suddenly.

I can see from a distance, one of the same flowers closest to the temple, at this moment, exudes an extremely dazzling light, just like a burning sun, both holy and hot enough Suffocating.

next moment.

I saw that same flower, and in the depths of the light, a slender and stalwart young figure really appeared. It was an extremely terrifying existence.

Only the figure appeared.

I saw that there were a few big worlds that had been destroyed countless times under the hands of this young man.

At last.

Those big worlds were directly refined by the youth into several identical flowers.

Count them down.

There are actually five.

In the end, five flowers become one.

It became a young man and now, the same flower that is as scorching and sacred as the sun.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Almost in this short instant, the young figure appeared from this same flower, and it was the same with the other same flowers around.

Vaguely.

All seem to appear.

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

The same flower, the sound of the ancient source, turned into a substantive breath of time, flowing in every corner of the surroundings, illuminating this area and all the same flowers.

Also shining on the few flowers that appeared.

The moment I heard this sentence.

The flowers of the figure were shaking more severely than before, and they looked very excited.

But the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source, but the conversation turned again, and the tone was a little flat, but no matter who heard it, it felt more like being in the ice and snow.

With a biting cold, shrouded in all directions.

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

Quiet!

It was quiet.

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

After more than ten seconds passed.

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

The owner of these same flowers.

Used to be the master of secrets.

after that.

It is beyond this realm.

Came to one of the source worlds of the same flower.

after that.

When I heard about the ancient source, I came here one after another to challenge, all wanting to prove that I was the most powerful monk ever.

However, I finally discovered that from the day when I could become the master of secrets.

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

To this day.

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

otherwise.

Will always be trapped here.

And today.

They can leave.

That is simply what they dream of.

only.

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

The voice sounds very old~www.readwn.com~ dying.

"Emperor, if you let them go, it shouldn't be just..."

"They are stupid, thinking that I am the master here, since they don't need any flowers, then I will reluctantly accept it!"

Sneer.

Follow.

Spread all around the entire area.

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

The voice just fell.

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

bloom.

Huaxie.

But in the blink of an eye...