Chapter 329

all the time.

The ultimate character.

They are all places of the world.

The ultimate goal of all monks.

But in countless years, no one knows whether the ultimate character exists or not.

Because.

Until now.

No one from the top ten ethnic groups or the terror forbidden owners in the forbidden area has ever seen such figures.

Great God.

So far.

In the known realm, the best.

Further up, no one knows what kind of field it is.

But if there is the ultimate person in the world.

These two children, dressed in blue and purple, only look like five or six years old. 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 world is the closest to the people in that field.

He is more dangerous than aotianzun, the most powerful ancestor of Wang Aojia's first generation. Even if aotianzun calls out the body of the future, he can't defeat each other.

It's just that.

Right now.

No matter the creator, the final king, or the middle-aged man, his face was slightly stunned.

Touch your chin.

His face showed a thinking expression and said:

"Mr. Zhong Wang, it seems that Bi Ru Si has been hiding his strength all the time. He has opened three heavenly acupoints and stepped into zunshen."

The two attendants standing beside the king of the end.

I heard that.

His face changed slightly.

Then.

It's back to normal.

The twelve destructive gods of the universe, birushi, have always been the most powerful.

The last time you destroyed God's election.

He fought alone against the eight strong men of the same rank, but not against the weak.

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

The creator, the last king, was still innocent. He whispered for a while, then he didn't say anything more.

They seem to be one person.

Each other's small eyes look at each other, and there are all kinds of glass in their eyes, which has a subtle meaning.

"Since birushi has left, with his strength, he is no longer suitable to be a small God of the universe. Who should continue to be the God of destruction of the universe, Lord Zhongwang?"

The middle-aged man, with his hands on his back, bowed slightly.

Middle aged people, compared with the two venerable gods who opened the four acupoints of the creator, 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's a very vague relationship.

On the surface, they seem to be masters and servants, but sometimes, this middle-aged man can even give orders to the Twelve Gods of cosmic destruction without asking the final king.

It's just that.

The seventh universe guarded by birushi is very special because of the existence of a reincarnated female emperor.

Sometimes.

Even the middle-aged man had to marvel.

The life that should have been given by the creator, the final king, could open the four heavenly acupoints and control the complete power of reincarnation.

Although the land of the world has been widely spread.

Reincarnated empress.

It's a female tycoon who goes against the nine realms.

But only these people know.

Reincarnation empress has already stepped into the worship of God.

With her strength.

Any one of the top ten ethnic groups has almost nothing to do with her.

Unless.

Just like her.

To open the acupoints of the four heavens, there is a more terrible mace than the power of reincarnation.

Otherwise.

No one dares to challenge the reincarnation empress easily, even if it is a great God.

His meaning is obvious.

Now that birus has given up the seventh God of cosmic destruction, he has come to the world.

There is no doubt that the next god of Cosmic Destruction is the seventh universe. So far, no one is fit to be the God of Cosmic Destruction except reincarnation.

The creator is the king.

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

"Lord Zhong Wang..."

The middle-aged man whispered.

The voice of a young child.

Sounds.

But the creator's answer was a little unexpected.

"You can arrange it."

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

This meansAre you not going to include reincarnation empress in the list of candidates for the seventh universe destruction god?

But the middle-aged man nodded slightly.

Carry your hands.

Turn around.

He left slowly.

It's just that.

He didn't see it.

When he left, the little finger of one of the creators, the final king, had already pointed to a blue planet in the seventh universe.

But surprisingly.

This planet, as before, did not turn into ashes in an instant.

It's still intact.

"Er ~"

suddenly.

The two founders, the last king, were full of excitement on their small faces, and there was an exclamation in their mouth.

Immediately.

My hands have moved to another planet.

But this scene.

In the eyes of the two followers who opened the four heavenly acupoints and reached zunshen, they were really shocked, and their eyelids jumped wildly.

Again?

It's the seventh universe again. The creator, the final king, has not disappeared.

Two followers.

All of a sudden.

Couldn't help looking at each other with palpitations.

At the same time, they frowned at each other, shook their heads, and then returned to their original calm and expressionless appearance.

This is not the case.

They're going to rot in their stomachs forever.

As a follower of the creator.

They understand.

What to say.

What should not be said.

Then.

They saw that the seventh universe, in the hands of the creator, the final king, was moved to the other side with a little push, and the eighth universe appeared in front of them.

But this scene.

Let two people in the heart, dunqi a wave.

It's still the same.

They have seen such scenes countless times.

As long as the blue planet of the seventh universe is not reduced to ashes in the hands of the creator.

The whole seventh universe.

On this day.

There is no longer a planet. It becomes a plaything in the hand of the king of the end and is thrown aside.

This planet.

What's so weird about that?

Why are you spared every time?

On the corridor of the palace of the last king of the creator, there are pictures of the ultimate overlord of the world.

Da.

Da.

Da.

And the middle-aged man with snow-white hair, carrying his hands, walked here without expression.

Until the end.

His steps stopped for a moment, frowned and looked at the first picture.

He said to himself:

"who are you?"

All of a sudden.

In my mind.

All of a sudden.

Leng buting sent a few words

"Lord God, please go back and say that there is a big event in the land of the world. You must go back and preside over it in person."

The middle-aged man was stunned for a few seconds.

Then.

Just disappeared in the same place.

It's just that.

He just left.

The background of the painting changed into a scene of sunset and afterglow.

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