Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years Chapter 333: The final king, a helpless planet

Always.

Ultimate figure.

All are the land of ten thousand worlds.

The ultimate goal of all monks.

But for countless years, no one knew whether the ultimate character existed or not.

Because.

Until now.

Neither the ten major ethnic groups nor the terrifying forbidden masters in the Ten Thousand Worlds Forbidden Land have seen such a character.

Great God.

So far.

The best in the known realm.

No one knows what kind of field it is.

But if there are ultimate figures in the world.

Wearing blue and purple, these two seem to be just five or six-year-old children. They can be regarded as one.

The creator of the twelve universes-the final king!

And the middle-aged man with snow-white hair.

It can be counted.

The Land of Ten Thousand Worlds, the person closest to that field.

He is even more dangerous than Ao Tianzun, the first strongest ancestor of Wang Ao's family. Even if Ao Tianzun summons the body of the future, he will not be able to defeat the opponent.

Nothing but.

At this moment.

Whether it is the creator of the world, or the middle-aged man, their expressions are a little startled.

Touched his chin.

With a thoughtful expression on his face:

"Lord King, Bi Rusi seems to have been hiding his strength all the time. He has opened three heavenly acupoints and stepped into the deity."

The two entourages standing next to the king.

I heard this.

His face changed slightly.

Then.

Back to normal again.

The twelve universe destroying gods, Bi Rusi, has always been the strongest one.

The last time the Destroyer God chooses.

Only one person fights against the eight strong people of the same rank, without being weak.

It turns out that this is not just his true strength.

The creator of the world, the extremely immature face, still looks innocent, and he mumbled a little, and said nothing.

The two seem to be one person.

Looking at each other's small eyes, the glazed glazes in the eyes are everywhere, with an unpredictable meaning.

"Since Bi Rusi has left, with his strength, in fact, he is no longer suitable for being a small universe god, then Lord Lord, who should continue to be the **** of universe destruction in that universe? "

The middle-aged man put his hands on his back and bowed slightly.

Compared with the two gods who opened the four acupoints of the creator, the middle-aged people are more calm and elegant when facing the final king of the creator.

He and the creator of the twelve universes-the final king.

There is a very vague relationship.

The two seem to be in a master-servant relationship on the surface, but sometimes, this middle-aged man can even directly issue orders to the twelve universe destroying gods without asking the final king for instructions.

Nothing but.

Bi Rusi guards the Seventh Universe, which is extremely special because of the existence of a reincarnation empress.

Sometimes.

Even the middle-aged man had to marvel.

The life that was supposed to be only given by the creator of the world, can open the four great acupoints and control the full power of reincarnation.

Although the land of ten thousand worlds, it has been rumored.

Reincarnation Empress.

Is a female giant with nine levels of rebellion.

But only people like them know.

The Empress of Samsara has already stepped into the deity.

With her strength.

Any great **** among the ten major ethnic groups is almost helpless against her.

Unless.

Same as her.

Opening the four great acupoints requires a more terrifying assassin than the power of reincarnation.

Otherwise.

Even a great god, no one dares to challenge the Empress of Samsara easily.

His meaning is obvious.

Since Bi Rusi gave up the seventh universe **** of destruction, he came to the world.

The next **** of destruction of the universe, undoubtedly, the seventh universe, so far, no one is suitable to be the **** of destruction of this seventh universe except the Empress of Reincarnation.

The creator of the last king.

Although it seems innocent and ignorant of everything, all these are just appearances. Nothing in the twelve universes can escape his eyes.

"Lord Lord..."

The middle-aged man reminded quietly.

The childish voice of a child.

It sounds.

But the answer from the Creator of the End King surprised him a bit.

"You can arrange it."

The middle-aged man's face was suddenly startled, and a trace of doubt flashed in his eyes.

This means...

Are you not planning to include the Empress of Reincarnation in the candidate list of the seventh universe destroyer?

But the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Bring your hands on your back.

Turn around.

Leave slowly.

Just.

He didn't see it.

When he left, the little finger of one of the creator kings had already clicked on a blue planet in the seventh universe.

But surprisingly.

This planet did not instantly turn to ashes as before.

It's still as good as ever.

"Um~"

Suddenly.

The two creators of the last kings, those little faces are full of excitement, and there is an exclamation in their mouths.

Immediately.

The little hand moved to another planet.

But this scene.

Falling on the two acupuncture points that opened the Four Great Heavens, and reached the eyes of the entourage of the gods, but it was really real, and the eyelids jumped wildly.

So again?

It is the planet of the seventh universe, the creator of the last king, he pointed it down, but it did not disappear.

Two followers of the gods.

Suddenly.

Can't help but glance at each other with palpitations.

The two of them frowned at each other at the same time, shook their heads, and then returned to their original calm, expressionless appearance.

This matter.

They are going to rot in their stomachs forever.

As a follower of the creator of the last king.

They understand.

What to say.

What should not be said.

Subsequently.

They saw that the seventh universe, in the hands of the creator of the last king, gently pushed it to the other side, and the eighth universe appeared in front of them instead.

But this scene.

There was a wave of turbulence in their hearts again.

It's still the same.

They have seen this scene countless times.

As long as the azure planet of the Seventh Universe is not turned into ashes in the hands of the Creator King.

The entire seventh universe.

On this day.

There are no more planets, and it becomes a plaything in the hands of the king, thrown aside at random.

This planet.

What's so weird?

Why are we spared every time?

On the long, silent corridors of the Palace of the Creator of the Last Kings, and on the walls of the corridors, there are one after another portraits of the ultimate overlord of the Land of Ten Thousand Worlds.

Da.

Da.

Da.

And the middle-aged man with white hair, with his hands on his back, walked here blankly.

Until the end.

His footsteps couldn't help but pause, frowning, after looking at the first portrait a few times.

Talking to myself:

"Who are you~IndoMTL.com~?"

Suddenly.

In my head.

Suddenly.

A few words came suddenly

"My Lord God, please go back to the Protoss, and say that there is a big event in the land of ten thousand worlds. You must let you go back and host it yourself."

The middle-aged man froze for a few seconds.

Subsequently.

It disappeared in place.

Nothing but.

He just left.

The background of the painting changed, and it became a scene of the setting sun and the afterglow.