I was Invincible for a Billion Years

but.

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

The person who seems to be prophesying to the mouth of the old voice.

Feel extremely disdainful.

There was a sense that he didn't take the other party seriously at all, and his tone was full of ridicule and condescension.

God, don't you think you think highly of this so-called prophet?

Ok?

The old voice uttered a doubt, and the whole temple trembled immediately.

immediately.

The young voice who had just spoken was cited, and quickly explained:

Emperor, listen to me, the younger generation means that what kind of existence you are, one of the oldest sources of the same flower, although there are still a few old immortals in today's world, the time of your existence is almost the same.

But in terms of strength, you are the real number one in the world. In the source world of the same flower, there is no monk who can compete with you, let alone...

young voice.

As he spoke, his tone became agitated, as if there was a trace of dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart, and he only felt that he could compete with the ancient source of the same flower.

Only possible in this area.

There's no way it's going to be anywhere else.

If it's those secret places beyond the big world, that's fine, but what is a monk in the big world?

in.

Every flower is the same.

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

In the eyes of these people.

The big world and their world.

There is still a difference of two great world levels!

The monks among them are even more vulnerable. Even the master of secrets beyond the big world, to them, is an existence deliberately created by a few flowers.

in other words.

It's just that the ancient source of the same flower has cultivated its opponents for it to pass the boring and endless years of time.

can now.

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

This is no joke.

What is it?

To know.

Long, long ago, the ancient source in this temple said it.

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 make him a higher level.

This is the same flower, the most powerful one among the ancient sources.

The opponent's energy.

If it is all given to another monk.

seriously.

Not to mention them, even other ancient sources, they dare not imagine what level that extremely lucky monk can reach.

only.

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

You don't need to say, the prophecy is definitely not wrong, I believe, he has already appeared.

emperor……

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

boom!

in an instant.

Upon hearing this, the young voice seemed to become more excited, and even the tone of the voice raised a lot, almost subconsciously blurting out:

Is it true, God? Are you really willing to let me out of here?

suddenly.

It can be seen from a distance that one of the same flowers closest to the temple, at this moment, exudes an incomparably dazzling dazzling light, like a burning sun, which is extremely sacred and scorching hot. suffocating.

next moment.

I saw that same flower, deep in the light, a slender and stalwart youth figure actually appeared, it was an extremely terrifying existence.

Only the figure appears.

Unexpectedly, there are several big worlds that have 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 in detail.

There are actually five flowers.

In the end, the five flowers merged into one.

Only then did the young people become the same flower that is like the sun, scorching, and sacred.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Almost in this short moment, because of the figure of the young man, he appeared from this same flower, and the same is true of several other same flowers around him.

Indistinctly.

It seems that there are figures appearing.

Since none of you are willing 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 surrounding area, illuminating all the same flowers in this area.

It also shines on the few flowers that appear.

The moment I heard this sentence.

The flowers of those figures trembled more violently than before, looking very excited.

But the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source changed the topic again, and the tone became a little flat, but no matter who listened to it, it felt more like being in a world of ice and snow.

With a biting cold, shrouded in all directions.

I can let you go, but remember, if anyone discloses the coordinates here, you should understand what will happen!

quiet!

It was quiet.

Even the same flower that was the most active before had no sound.

After more than ten seconds passed.

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

Master of these same flowers.

Used to be the lord of secrets.

after.

It is beyond this realm.

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

after.

When they heard about the ancient source, they came here to challenge one after another, all wanting to prove that they are the most powerful monks in history.

However, in the end, he discovered that it turned out that from the day when he could become the master of secrets.

It has become one of the chess pieces of the ancient source.

To this day.

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

otherwise.

will be stuck here forever.

And today.

They can leave.

It was something they dreamed of.

only.

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

The voice sounded extremely old and dying.

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

That's because they are stupid. They think that I am the owner of this place. Since they don't want the flowers, I will reluctantly accept them!

Sneer.

Followed.

spread throughout the surrounding area.

And let me tell you that just because you can't break the prophecy doesn't mean I can't break it!

The voice just fell.

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

bloom.

flowers wither.

But in the blink of an eye...

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