But.

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

It seems to the old voice of the man who prophesied in his mouth.

I feel extremely disdainful.

There is a sense that the other party is not taken into account at all, and the tone is full of mockery and condescension.

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

"Huh?"

The old voice raised a hint of doubt, and immediately the entire temple trembled.

Suddenly.

The young voice who had just spoken, quickly explained:

"Emperor, listen to me, the younger generation means to say, what kind of existence you are, one of the oldest sources of the same flower, although today and today, there are still a few old immortals, and the time of your existence is not much different. ”

"But in terms of strength, you are the real number one in the world, the source realm of the same flower, there is no monk who competes with you, let alone ......"

Young voices.

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

It is only possible to be found in this area.

There could be no other place.

If it is said that it is a secret place beyond the big world, it is just that, but the monks in the big world, what is it?

Thereinto.

Every one of the same flowers.

Which one did not come from them, and which one did not send it to every great world through their hands?

In the eyes of these people.

The big world and their world.

There is still a difference of two levels in the Great Realm!

Among them, the monks are even more vulnerable, and even the masters of secrets beyond the big world are deliberately created by a few flowers for them.

In other words.

It is nothing more than the cultivation of its opponents for the ancient source of the same flower, for it to pass the time of endless years because of boredom.

But now.

But from one of the oldest sources, he heard that there were monks from the Great World who could compete with this ancient source and make them do their best?

It's not a joke.

And what is it?

To know.

A long, long time ago, the ancient source of this temple was spoken.

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 the next level.

This is the same flower, the most powerful of the ancient origins.

The energy of the other party.

If it is all given to another monk.

Seriously.

Not to mention them, even other ancient sources, they can't imagine what level that extremely lucky monk can reach.

It's just that.

Before the young voice could finish speaking, it was slowly interrupted by the old voice in the temple.

"Needless to say, the prophecy is absolutely not wrong, I believe that he has appeared. ”

"Emperor ......"

"Since you're so unconvinced, how about I let you go and try him?"

Rumble!

In a flash.

As soon as he heard this, the young voice seemed to become more and more excited, and even the tone of his voice increased a lot, and he blurted out almost subconsciously:

"Is it true, Emperor, are you really willing to let me out of here?"

Suddenly.

From a distance, one of the same flowers closest to the temple emitted an incomparably dazzling light, like a burning sun, both sacred and scorching.

The next moment.

I saw that the same flower, in the depths of the light, there was really a slender and majestic young figure, which was an extremely terrifying existence.

It's just a figure appearing.

I saw that there were several big worlds, which had been destroyed countless times under the hands of this young man.

At last.

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

Count them down.

There were five of them.

In the end, all the flowers become one.

It has become the same flower that young people are now among the sun, scorching, and sacred.

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

Almost in this short moment, due to the figure of the young man, it appeared from this same flower, and the same was true of several other similar flowers around.

Faintly.

There seems to be a figure appearing.

"Since you don't want to stay any longer, I can let you go. ”

The same flower, the voice of the ancient source, has turned into a substantial breath of time, flowing in every corner of the surrounding area, shining on this area, all the same flowers.

It also shines on the few flowers that appear in the figure.

The moment I heard this.

Those few figure flowers were shaking more than before, and they looked very excited.

And yet the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source changed again, and the tone calmed down slightly, but no matter who listened to it, it felt more like being in the ice and snow.

With a biting cold, shrouded in all directions.

"I can let you go, but remember, if anyone reveals the coordinates here, you should understand what will happen!"

Quiet!

There was silence.

Even the same flower, which had been the most active before, was silent.

A dozen seconds later.

As the same flower turned into an illusory shadow and dissipated in this area, the remaining identical flowers also disappeared.

The owner of these same flowers.

Once all were the masters of secrets.

Afterwards.

It is even more transcendent from this realm.

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

Afterwards.

When they heard about the ancient source, they came here one after another to challenge it, all wanting to prove that they were the most powerful monks of all time.

However, in the end, I realized that I was able to become the master of secrets from the day.

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

to this day.

They didn't know the ancient source, why they did this, in order to leave, each of them had to challenge the ancient source, get all the energy of the other party, and become the most powerful existence in this world.

Otherwise.

You're going to be stuck here forever.

And today.

They were able to leave.

That's what they've always dreamed of.

Merely.

When the owners of these identical flowers had just left, there was another identical flower that was about to wither in their place.

The voice sounded extremely old and dying.

"Emperor, if you let them go, it shouldn't just be ......"

"That's because they are stupid, they think that I am the master here, since they don't want their flowers, then I will reluctantly accept them!"

Sneer.

And with it.

Spread throughout the surrounding area.

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

As soon as the words fell.

I saw that the same flowers from before actually appeared again, and they were directly absorbed into ashes by a brilliant light scattered from the temple.

Flowers bloom.

Flower thanks.

But in the blink of an eye......