Chapter 1201

However.

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

A seeming prophet in the voice of the old.

I feel extremely disdainful.

There is a kind of meaning that does not put each other in the eyes at all, and the tone is full of ridicule and superiority.

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

"Well?"

The voice of the old man raised a question, and the whole temple trembled.

Immediately.

The young voice who just spoke quickly explained:

"emperor, listen to me. The younger generation means how you exist and one of the oldest sources of the same flower. Although there are still several elders in today's world who are immortal, just like your time of existence."

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

Young voice.

As he spoke, his tone seemed excited. He seemed to have a trace of dissatisfaction and unwillingness in his heart. He only felt that he could compete with the ancient source of the same flower.

Only in this area.

There can be no other place.

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

Among them.

Each of the same flowers.

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

In their eyes.

The big world and their world.

There are two different levels!

Among them, the monks are even more vulnerable to attack. Even the masters of Secrets beyond the big world, for them, are several deliberately created beings.

In other words.

It's just for the ancient source of the same flower, to cultivate its rivals, so that they can spend their boring and endless time.

But now.

But from one of the most ancient sources, he heard that monks from the big world could compete with this ancient source to make their best?

It's not a joke.

What is it?

You know.

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

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 go 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 given to another friar.

Seriously.

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

Just.

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

"You don't have to say that the prophecy is absolutely right. I believe that he has appeared."

"Emperor..."

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

Boom!

In an instant.

As soon as he heard this, the young voice seemed to get more excited. Even the tone of his voice increased a lot. It was almost a subconscious way to say: "is it true, emperor? Do you really want to let me out of here? "

Suddenly.

It can be seen from a distance that one of the same flowers closest to the temple, at this moment, radiates a dazzling light, just like a burning sun, which is sacred and hot to suffocation.

The next moment.

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

It's just the figure.

I saw several big world, once under the hand of this young man, destroyed countless times.

Finally.

Those big worlds were directly transformed into the same flowers by the youth.

Count it carefully.

There are five.

Finally, five flowers come together.

It has become the same flower as the sun, burning and sacred.

Boom!

Boom!

Boom!

Almost in this short moment, the youth figure appeared from the same flower, and so did several other similar 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 voice of the ancient source, is turned into a real breath of time, flowing around every corner, both shining on this area, all the same flowers.

Also shining the figure of these flowers.

The moment I heard that.

The flowers of the figures, more shaking than before, look very excited.

But the next moment.

The voice of the ancient source, however, is another turn. The tone is a little flat, but no matter who listens to 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 is!"

Quiet!

It was quiet.

Even the same flower, which was the most active before, lost its voice.

Ten seconds later.

As the same flower, into a virtual shadow, dissipated in this area, the remaining several same flowers, will also disappear.

The owner of these same flowers.

Used to be the master of secrets.

After that.

Even more out of this situation.

Came to one of the sources of the same flower.

After that.

When I heard about the ancient source, I came here one after another to challenge, and I wanted to prove that I was the most powerful monk in history.

But at last, I found out that it was the day when I was able to be the master of secrets.

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

To this day.

They all 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 side, and become the most powerful existence in the world.

Otherwise.

Will be trapped here all the time.

And today.

They can leave.

That's what they dream of.

Just.

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

The voice sounded old and dying.

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

"That's their foolishness. I think I'm the master here. Since their flowers don't want them, I'll take them as hard as I can!"

Cold laughter.

With it.

Spread around the whole area.

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

The voice just dropped.

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

Flowers bloom.

Flowers are fading.

But in the blink of an eye