Chapter 1201

however.

When the oldest voice in the temple fell, there was a voice that sounded very confident and young.

It seems to be a prophet of the old voice.

I feel extremely disdainful.

There is a sense of not paying attention to each other at all, and the tone is full of scorn and supremacy.

"Emperor, don't you think you think highly of this so-called prophet?"

"Well?"

Old voice, a trace of doubt, immediately the whole temple trembled.

All of a sudden.

The young voice who just spoke quickly explained:

"emperor, listen to me, the younger generation means that you are one of the oldest sources of the same flower. Although there are still a few respects for the elderly in today's world, which is almost the same as your time of existence."

"But in terms of strength, you are the real number one in the world. There are no monks competing with you in the origin of the same flower, let alone..."

Young voice.

As he said this, his tone became excited. It seemed that he had a trace of discontent and unwillingness in his heart. He only felt that he could compete with the ancient source of the same flower.

Only in this area.

It can never be anywhere else.

If it's a secret place beyond the big world, it's all right. But what is a monk in the big world?

Among them.

Every flower is the same.

Which one of them is not sent to the world?

In their eyes.

The big world and their world.

There is still a difference of two levels!

Among them, the friars are even more vulnerable. Even the secret masters beyond the big world are deliberately created by them.

In other words.

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

But now.

But from one of the oldest sources, he heard that there are monks from the big world who can compete with this ancient source and try their best?

It's not a joke.

What is it?

You know.

A long time ago, we talked about the ancient source of this temple.

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 make it to a higher level.

This is the same flower, the most powerful one among the ancient sources.

Each other's energy.

If it's all for another monk.

Seriously.

Let alone them, they are other ancient sources. I can't imagine what level the extremely lucky monk can reach.

It's just that.

Before the young voice finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old voice in the temple.

"You don't have to say that the prediction is absolutely correct. I believe that he has already appeared."

"Emperor..."

"Since you are so unsure, I can let you go and try him, OK?"

Boom!

In a flash.

On hearing this, the young voice seemed to be more and more excited. Even the tone of his voice improved a lot. Almost subconsciously, he blurted out: "is it true, emperor? Are you really willing to let me out of here? "

Suddenly.

You can see from a distance that one of the same flowers nearest to the temple, at this moment, emits a dazzling light, just like a burning sun, which is both sacred and suffocating.

The next moment.

I saw that the same flower, deep in the light, there really appeared a slender and great young figure, which was an extremely terrible existence.

It's just a figure.

There are several big worlds that have been destroyed countless times by this young man.

Finally.

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

Count it carefully.

There are five.

Five flowers in one.

Just became the youth now, among this like the sun general, burning, and sacred of the same flower.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

It was almost in this short moment that the figure of the youth appeared from the same flower, and so did several other flowers around.

Vaguely.

It seems that there are figures."Since you don't want to stay any longer, I can let you go."

The same flower, the sound of the ancient source, is transformed into a substantial breath of time, flowing in every corner around, not only shining on this area, all the same flowers.

Also shining on the appearance of these figures.

The moment I heard that.

The flowers of those figures trembled more than before. They looked very excited.

But the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source, however, is a change of voice. The tone is a little flat, but no matter who hears it, it feels more like being in the ice and snow.

With piercing cold, shrouded in all directions.

"I can let you go, but remember, if anyone reveals the coordinates here, you should know what the end will be like!"

Quiet!

It was quiet.

Even the most active flower in the past has lost its voice.

More than ten seconds later.

As the same flower, into a virtual shadow, dissipated in this area, the rest of the same flower, will also disappear.

The owner of these same flowers.

Used to be the master of secrets.

After that.

It is beyond this realm.

It's one of the same origins.

After that.

When they heard about the ancient source, they came here one by one to challenge, trying to prove that they were the most powerful monks in history.

However, I finally found out that from the day when I was able to become the master of secrets.

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

To this day.

They don't know the ancient source, why do they do this? In order to leave, each of them has to challenge the ancient source, get all the energy of the other, and become the most powerful existence in the world.

Otherwise.

Will be stuck here all the time.

And today.

They can leave.

That's what they've been dreaming of.

It's just that.

When the owners of these same flowers, just left soon, just where they were, there was another one that was about to wither.

It sounds very old and dying.

"Emperor, if you let them go, it's not just..."

"That's because they think I'm the master here. Since they don't want their flowers, I'll try my best to accept them!"

Cold laughter.

Then.

It's all around the area.

"And I tell you, just because you can't break the prophecy doesn't mean I can't break it!"

The voice just dropped.

Then I saw the same flowers appeared again, and they were absorbed into ashes by a bright light scattered from the temple.

Flowers bloom.

Flowers fade.

But in the blink of an eye

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