Wizarding Immortal Chapter 940: Trace of the past

"A mess..."

Adil touched his head, and felt a headache at this moment.

How to put it, with his strength at the moment, in the entire world, no matter where he goes, there is no problem.

The eighth-ranked strongest person, this title is not just talking.

In today's sea, there is no second statue like him.

But even so, if you put it in this place, once you get entangled with the strongest people in the past, it will become troublesome.

Adil can be sure that even if the strongest of the past pass away, most of them will leave traces in this world, and even leave various means to prepare for the future.

If Adil is inserted into it, there is no doubt that it will become a little troublesome.

Added many unnecessary variables to his original plan.

But if you think about it, it doesn't matter.

The purpose of this trip was originally to discover the secrets of the world tree and find an opportunity to break through eternity.

It can be expected that this process will be very difficult, maybe even the strongest like Adil will fall.

Before coming here, Adil had prepared for the worst and expected to meet the most difficult situation.

The difficulty of this magnitude is nothing compared to the worst result.

Adil sighed softly in his heart, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Looking through the memories of these priests, Adil quickly noticed another important point.

These sages who were born in the past basically appeared quickly, and then quickly disappeared.

Even if it is the longest in existence, it does not exceed 500 years.

Such a short period of time, for these Xeons, is almost a blink of an eye, which is nothing at all.

Why did these people leave? Where did it go?

Adil couldn't help but raise this doubt at this moment.

There is no doubt that the reason these people came here was to obtain eternal secrets, and to find the legacy of the world tree from this world, so as to be promoted.

For this purpose, Adil believes that these people, like him, have an incomparable determination and will never leave easily even in any situation.

In that case, why did these people disappear so quickly?

Adil had this doubt in her mind, and she couldn't help but think so.

I want to come, in this world, there are some secrets that he doesn't know, which caused these past strongest people to be like this.

The specific reasons must be understood by Adil in person in the near future.

This thought flashed through his mind, then turned around and walked to the hall in front of him.

The temple in front of me is left over by a sage named Elemental. Among them is the statue of the sage that was repaired. It is displayed at this moment. Looking at it like this, it seems that it has been a young man.

In the memories of those priests, there seems to be a legend back then. The original sage was active in this area ten thousand years ago, and even personally acted in this place.

Adil is very interested in this.

So, instead of leaving immediately, he turned around and visited this place as an ordinary tourist.

He walked through the spacious hall, and the surrounding scenery was skipped. Finally, Adil stopped in front of a **** statue.

The idol looks very tall, carved from a unique cyan jade, and is the image of an old man.

Looking at this idol, Adil's face is calm, while watching quietly, his face gradually condenses.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that there was an inexplicable trace on this idol, which faintly gave him an unusual feeling.

It was the same breath that belonged to the strongest. Although it was now very weak, it was still discovered by him, and it was felt.

The things that the eighth-ranked Xeons have touched will leave their marks, and they will not fade even after countless thousands of years.

And above the statue of the deity in front of me, there is still the breath of the strong man in the past, which is still very clear, allowing Adil to clearly feel the traces and the horrible breath.

This supreme being is no weaker than Adil at this moment, and even surpasses a lot in some respects.

Even if it is the ultimate of the eighth rank, it is theoretically enough to master all the laws and powers in the world, but there is no doubt that there is still some emphasis among the different eighth ranks.

In the field that the opponent is good at, even if it is the same Xeon, it will be inferior. It is impossible to be exactly the same in all aspects.

"This kind of breath seems a bit similar to the ancestor of wizard, but it seems to be different..."

Adil frowned, and after thinking for a moment, a thought flashed through: "wizard in the past?"

The aura of this strong man named Element is very similar to that of the ancestor of wizard, which resembles a strong man promoted from wizard.

Most of them are related to the wizard system, and it is even possible that they are the Xeons promoted from wizard.

The relationship with the ancestor of wizard is like the purple girl and the king of ancestors.

The road of blood was created by the king of the ancestors, and the world of the ancestors was also opened up by him.

The Zinu herself was born in the ancestor world, and she practiced the bloodline, and finally became the strongest.

In a way, this is an inheritance relationship.

However, despite this, it does not mean that latecomers will be weaker than the previous pioneers.

The two parties are only partly similar in their own power nature. Apart from that, apart from other aspects, there is no difference in terms of power alone.

As for the unknown Xeon in front of Adil, it is likely that he was promoted from wizard.

The past years have buried too many things. Even in the impression of Adil, this strong man has no trace.

I just don’t know how many people like this are there.

This thought flashed through Adil's mind, then turned around silently and left the place.

Time passed slowly.

In the early morning, the sun rose again, shining above the earth.

Everything is gradually recovering, and all kinds of noises are constantly being made at this moment.

"All things belong to our Lord, he is the Lord of everything, and also a gentle and kind god..."

On a vast square, an old man stood there and announced loudly.

He was wearing a black robe, and he looked a little shabby. It seemed that he hadn't been taken care of for a long time. There were patches on it, and he looked very desolate.

At this moment, he spoke loudly there, speaking to the pedestrians around him.

It's just around, the pedestrians around just glanced at him, then left and turned and left, without the intention of staying too much.

Morola was not surprised by this, and did not feel discouraged.

He has been here for many years and has long been accustomed to the attitude of the people around him.

Standing there, his face was calm, he silently looked forward, and continued to speak loudly, preaching his own faith.

Time gradually passed, and without knowing it, the people around had dispersed. The crowds that were originally lively around gradually dispersed, but now they have gradually become thinner.

However, what is surprising is that when the surrounding crowd dispersed, there were still people standing there, never leaving.

That was a very handsome boy, dressed in a white coat, and he looked very good-looking, and he was exceptionally outstanding.

He stood there alone, unlike the others, he never left from beginning to end, just standing there, looking at Morola in front of him.

"Why don't you leave yet?"

Morola was a little surprised, so with a smile on her face, she asked softly, "Is you lost?"

The boy did not answer his question, but smiled back and said, "Mr. Morola..."

"What are you doing here for giving speeches day after day?"

"For what?"

Morola was taken aback.

He is just an ordinary missionary, he has always been like this among countless people in the past, and he has never stopped.

It's just that, in this world where sages are constantly born and exhibited true miracles, his **** has neither so-called miracles nor true feedback, so naturally, people will not really believe it.

His preaching has never been effective. Now, he has barely developed a few believers, which is nothing at all~ IndoMTL.com~ In the eyes of many people, all his actions are just futile. of.

The gods he believed in and the beliefs he developed would immediately disappear after his death, leaving no trace at all in this world.

In this world, only those ancient sages can truly exist, and those illusory gods are just entertainment products and are not recognized at all.

There may be some ancient missionaries who firmly believe in the existence of these gods, but more people will go to the churches left behind by the sages and pay homage to the sages.

"I once heard that only the existence of sages before death can be sublimated to gods after leaving the world."

Looking at Morola in front of him, the young man's face was calm, and he said softly: "Then which sage belongs to the **** you believe in, his predecessor?"

The voice fell, and Marola suddenly stopped, a little speechless.

The **** he believed in, of course, did not have a predecessor as a sage, otherwise, he would not be so difficult to preach, that he would be so confused.

If the **** he believes in is the incarnation of a certain sage after leaving the world, then at this moment, he may have already established a church to fight with those real churches.

But in front of the young man, he naturally couldn't say that.

"The predecessor of God is naturally also a saint..."

Looking at the young man, his face was serious, and he said softly: "It's just that not every **** will come to this world soon."

"The sage of my god, has not yet come to the earth at this moment."

"When he descends on the earth, all the false **** churches will surrender under his feet."

He has a serious face and speaks so solemnly.

"Really?"

Looking at Marola's serious face, the boy couldn't help but smile.