Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years Chapter 3004: Also I told you that if you can’t break the prophecy, it doesn’t mean I…

However.

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

The man who seemed to prophesy to the old voice.

I feel extremely disdainful.

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

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

"Huh?"

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

Suddenly.

Quit the young voice who just spoke 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 who have existed with you today, Not much difference."

"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.

While speaking, the tone seemed excited, as if there was a trace of dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart, and only felt that he could compete with the ancient source of the same flower.

Only possible in this area.

It can never be anywhere else.

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

Among them.

Every same flower.

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

In the eyes of people like them.

The big world and their world.

There is still a difference of two levels!

The monks among them are even more vulnerable. For them, even the master of secrets beyond the big world is a few deliberately created existences.

In other words.

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

Available now.

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

This is not a joke.

What is it again?

Know it.

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 opponent.

If all are given to another monk.

Seriously.

Don't say it's them, it's other ancient sources, I can't imagine what level that extremely lucky monk can reach.

Just.

The words of the young voice were not finished, but they were 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, how about I can let you go and try him?"

Boom!

In an instant.

As soon as I heard this, the young voice seemed to become more excited, 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.

You can see from a distance, one of the same flowers closest to the temple, at this moment, exudes an extremely dazzling light, like a burning sun, it is extremely sacred. It was scorching hot again.

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 several big worlds, which had been destroyed countless times under the hands of this young man.

Finally.

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

Count them down.

There are actually five.

Finally, five flowers become one.

Become a young man. Now, this same flower that is as scorching and sacred as the sun.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

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

Vaguely.

Everyone seems to appear.

"Since you are not willing to stay any longer, I can let you go."

The same flower, the sound of the ancient source, has turned into a substantial 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 silhouette flowers are shaking more severely than before, and they look very excited.

But the next moment.

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

With a biting cold, enveloped 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 ten seconds have 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.

They were once the master of secrets.

After that.

It is beyond this realm.

I came to one of the source worlds of the same flower.

After that.

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

But in the end, I discovered that from the day when I could become the master of secrets.

has become one of the pawns of the ancient source.

To this day.

They don'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 be stuck here forever.

And today.

They can leave.

That is simply what they dream of.

Nothing but.

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~IndoMTL.com~dying.

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

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

Sneer.

Followed.

Spread throughout the entire surrounding area.

"Also tell you that if you can't break the prophecy, it doesn't mean that 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.

The flowers bloom.

The flower is gone.

Just a blink of an eye...