Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

but.

In this temple, the most old voice falls, or there is no confidence, and the young voice has passed out.

It seems to be the prophecy of the old voice.

I feel extremely disdain.

There is a meaning that does not place the other party in the eyes, and the tone is full of mocking and high.

"Emperor, don't you think you can see this so-called prophecy?"

"Ok?"

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

Suddenly.

The young voice that is piloted, even busy explains:

"Emperor, you listen to me, what is the meaning of the future generation "

"But the strength, you are the real world, the source of the same flowers, but not there is a monk who competes with you, let alone ..."

Young voice.

Said, tone is excited, it seems that the heart is dissatisfied with a dissatisfaction, just feel that people who have the same flower.

Only may appear in this area.

Never nothing else.

If it is said to be the secret land outside the big world, it will be, but the monks within the world, what is it?

among them.

Every flower is the same.

Which one is not from them, which one is not sent to every world via their hands?

In their eyes of them.

The world is with them in this world.

Also different from the level of two big worlds!

Among them, the monks are even more unbearable, and even the secrets of the secrets outside the world, they are all in the existence of a few deliberately created.

in other words.

However, it is for the ancient source of the same flower, and it has cultivated his opponent, and it is boring, and the endless years have.

Can now.

He heard the monk from the world, he heard the monks from the world, and it could be a higher strength with this ancient source, so that it is full of efforts?

This is not a joke.

What is it?

To know.

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

If anyone can make him exhaustive, regardless of the last result, you will get all the energy of the other party, and it is a better floor.

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

Energy of each other.

If all give it to another monk.

seriously.

Don't say it is them, it is the other ancient source, you can't imagine, that is unhappy, can achieve what level.

just.

If the young voice, I haven't finished it, I was slowly interrupted by the old voice in the temple.

"You don't have to say, predict is absolutely no mistake, I believe that he has already appeared."

"emperor……"

"Since you are so unce, I can let you leave, try him, how?"

boom!

At present.

As soon as he heard this, the young voice seems to be more excited, and even the tone of the speech has increased a lot, almost a dislocation of the next consciousness:

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

Suddenly.

I can see it far away. One of the most recent flowers from the temple is actually at this moment. I have emitted a junior-eyed light. It is like a sun that is burning, it is both sacred, and hot. Suffering.

next moment.

I saw the same flowers, the depths of the rays, actually have a long-lasting, and the beautiful youth of the west, that is an extremely horrible existence.

It is just a figure.

I saw a few big worlds, under the bottom of this youth, destroyed countless times.

At last.

The big world, it was directly refined by youth into several identical flowers.

Detailed number.

Have five.

Final five flowers together.

It became a young man now, and this is a sun, the same flowers are, and sacred.

boom!

boom!

boom!

Almost in this short instant, due to the young figure, from this same flower, the same flowers around the same flowers are the same.

Focused about an interior.

It seems that there is a figure.

"Since you are not willing to go, I can let you leave."

The same flowers, the sound of the ancient source, is more important for substantial time, flowing around every corner, shining this area, all the same flowers.

Also shines in these fews that appear.

I heard this sentence.

The flowers of the figure were even more powerful than the previous shake, and it looked very excited.

However, the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source is a rumor and a turn. It is slightly moving. No matter who listened, it feels more like being in the ice and snow.

With a branky cold, it is shrouded in all directions.

"I can let you leave, but remember, if you disclose the coordinates, you should understand what kind of end!"

Quiet!

A quiet.

I didn't even have a sound from the same flowers that were the most active.

After a few seconds of the foot.

With the same flowers, it turns into a piece of vain, dissipating the same flowers in this area, will also disappear.

The owner of these same flowers.

Once is the Lord of Secret.

after that.

It is more overlined.

Come to one of the source of the same flower.

after that.

When I heard that an ancient source, a next to a challenge, I would like to prove that I have the most powerful monks ever.

However, finally, I found out that the day I can become the secret of the secret.

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

Time to today.

They don't know the ancient source, why do they do this, in order to leave, they have to challenge ancient source, get all the energy of the other party, becoming this world, the most powerful existence.

otherwise.

It will be trapped here.

And today.

They can leave.

That is just what they dreamed of.

only.

When these masters of these same flowers, they just left soon, they just had the same flowers that were about to wither.

The sound sounds, and it is dying.

"Emperor, you leave them, it should not be just ..."

"That is that they are stupid, thinking that I am the owner here, since their flowers are not, then it is hard to accept!"

Acknowledge.

Yes.

Spread all over the entire area.

"I also tell you, you can't break the prediction, don't make it no money!"

The voice just fell.

I saw the same flowers in the previous one, and I have appeared again, I was directly scattered from the temple, absorbed into ashes.

bloom.

Huay.

But a blink time ...