Sorry, I’ve Been Invincible for a Billion Years

until now.

The ultimate character.

All are the places of Myriad Realms.

The ultimate goal of all cultivators.

But for countless years, no one knows whether the ultimate person exists or not.

Because.

Until now.

Neither the ten major ethnic groups nor the terrifying forbidden masters in the Myriad Realms forbidden area, none of them have seen this and the others.

Great God.

So far.

In the known realm, cream of the crop.

No one knows what kind of field it is.

But if there are ultimate figures in the world.

These two are dressed in blue and purple, and they look like only five or six-year-old children. They can be regarded as one.

The creator of the twelve universes-the final king!

And the middle age person with snow-white hair.

It can be counted.

The land of Myriad Realms, the closest person to that realm.

He is even more dangerous than the first generation of Wang Ao’s strongest Old Ancestor, Heavenly Venerate. Even if Heavenly Venerate summons the body of the future, he cannot defeat the opponent.

It’s just that.

At this moment.

Whether it is the creator of the world, or the middle age person, their expressions are slightly startled.

touched the chin.

With a thoughtful expression on his face, he said:

“Finally, Lord Wang, Bi Rusi seems to be until now, and he is hiding his strength. He has opened three Tian acupoints, stepping on Enter the god.”

The two entourages standing next to the king.

I heard this.

His face changed slightly.

Then.

Back to normal again.

The twelve universe destroyers, Birusi’s battle strength and until now are the strongest.

The last time the God of Destruction chose the period.

He fights against the eight powerhouses of the same rank alone, without being weak.

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

The creator of the world, the extremely immature face, still looks innocent, he mumbled a little, and said nothing.

The two seem to be one person.

Looking at each other’s small eyes, the glazed glaze in the eyes shined everywhere, with an unpredictable meaning.

“Since Bi Rusi has left, with his strength, he is no longer suitable for being a small universe god, then finally Lord Wang, that universe, who should continue to be the universe destroyer Where is God?”

The middle age person hands behind ones back, bowed slightly.

The middle age person, compared with the two gods who opened the four acupoints of the creator, has a touch of calmness and grace when facing the final king of the creator.

He and the creator of the twelve universes-the final king.

There is a very vague relationship.

On the surface, the two seem to be in a master-servant relationship, but sometimes, this middle age person can even give orders to the twelve universe destroyers without asking the end king.

It’s just that.

Bi Rusi guards the Seventh Universe, which is extremely special because of the existence of a reincarnation empress.

Sometimes.

Even the middle age person has to be amazed.

The life that was supposed to be only given by the creator of the world, can open the four great acupoints and control the complete Samsara Power.

Although the place of Myriad Realms, it has always been rumored.

Reincarnation Empress.

Is a female giant with nine levels of rebellion.

But only people like them know.

The reincarnation empress has already stepped into the deity.

With her strength.

Any great god among the ten major ethnic groups is almost helpless with her.

Unless.

Same as her.

To open the four major acupoints, there is a killing move that is more terrifying than Samsara Power.

Otherwise.

Even a great god, no one dares to challenge the Empress of Samsara easily.

His meaning is obvious.

Since Bi Rusi gave up the seventh universe god of destruction, he came to Myriad Realms.

The next god of destruction of the universe, there is no doubt that the seventh universe, so far, except for the reincarnation, no one is suitable to be the god of destruction of this seventh universe.

The creator of the last king.

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

“Finally Lord Wang……”

The middle age person reminded in a low voice.

The voice of a childish child.

Beep.

But the answer of the Creator End King surprised him a bit.

“Let’s arrange it.”

The face of the middle age person suddenly startled, and a trace of doubt flashes in his eyes.

This means…

Are you not planning to include the Empress of Reincarnation in the candidate list of the seventh universe god of destruction?

But the middle age person is still slightly nodded.

hands behind ones back.

Turn around.

Leave slowly.

Just.

He didn’t see it.

When he left, the little finger of one of the creator kings had moved towards a cyan planet in the seventh universe and clicked.

But surprisingly.

This planet, not at all, instantly turned to ashes as before.

But it is still intact.

“Um~”

Suddenly.

The small faces of the two creator kings were full of excitement, and there was an exclamation in their mouths.

Immediately.

The little hand moved to another planet.

But this scene.

Falling on the two acupuncture points that opened the Four Great Heavens and reached the eyes of the entourage of the gods, it was really real, and the eyelids twitched wildly.

So again?

It’s the planet of the seventh universe, the creator of the last king, but it didn’t disappear with one finger.

Two followers of the gods.

Suddenly.

Can’t help but glance at each other with palpitations.

The two of them frowned at each other at the same time, shook the head, and then returned to the original expressionless appearance.

This matter.

They are going to rot in their stomachs forever.

As a follower of the creator of the last king.

They understand.

What to say.

What should not be said.

Afterwards.

They saw that the seventh universe, in the hands of the Creator King, moved to the other side with a light push, and the eighth universe appeared before him.

But this scene.

There was a wave of turbulence in their hearts again.

It’s still the same.

They have seen this scene countless times.

As long as the cyan planet of the seventh universe is not in the hands of the Creator King, it is turned into ashes.

The entire seventh universe.

On this day.

There is no longer a planet, and it becomes a plaything in the hands of the king, thrown aside at random.

This planet.

What’s so weird?

Why can we survive every time?

On the long, silent corridors of the Palace of the Creator of the Last Kings, on the walls of the corridors, there are one after another portraits of the ultimate overlord of the land of Myriad Realms.

Da.

Da.

Da.

The middle-aged man with white hair, with his hands on his back, walks here expressionless.

Until the end.

His footsteps stopped for a while, frowns, after taking a few glances at the 1st portrait.

Muttered to himself:

“Who are you, anyway?”

Suddenly.

In my mind.

Suddenly.

A few words came suddenly

“God Lord Wang, Divine Race, please go back and say that there is a major event in the land of Myriad Realms. Please let you go back personally Hosting is good.”

The middle age person froze for a few seconds.

Afterwards.

It disappeared in place.

It’s just that.

He just left.

The background of the painting changed, and it became a scene of the setting sun and the afterglow.