God Of Martial Arts

In the sky above the palace where the crowd stood, the clouds and mist billowed endlessly, and then a figure that seemed to be real and virtual appeared there. The figure gradually solidified, with white robes and long beards, floating like a fairy. It was the old man that the crowd who had stepped into the scenic area had seen.

"The prophet!"

"The prophet appeared. Unfortunately, I was blocked out. I didn't even have the qualification to be predicted!"

Many people who were blocked in the outside constantly scolded, very depressed, and wanted to be able to squeeze in, but the invisible force was like a curtain of empty light, isolating his mother from the outside. They could not even feel any breath or hear any sound inside. They could only see what was happening inside with their eyes.

The prophet's body slowly fell down and appeared in front of the hall. His face was soft. He looked at the crowd calmly. No one could feel his breath. This kind of strong man is not what they can guess now.

At this time, Lin Feng paid attention to the expression of the poor and strange, and saw that the poor and strange eyes of the Taoist priest narrowed slightly, staring at the prophet constantly, as if he wanted to see through the prophet with his own experience.

Not only are they poor and strange, but other people's eyes are also staring at the prophets. Their eyes are full of shreds of sharpness. How will the prophets predict their fate!

"Who comes first?" The old man glanced at the crowd with a faint smile and said softly, do as you please.

"I will." A figure stepped out, the body is full of rebellious intention, even in the face of the prophet, still so, as if the world only him.

This man is the demon of the ROC and the golden winged ROC. He claims that his talent is invincible in the eight wastelands. He is always arrogant, rebellious, wild and extremely demon.

"The blood flowing on you is destined to be extraordinary, but you are too arrogant and arrogant. If you can seek change, the upper emperor is hopeful, otherwise, you will stop at the farthest The prophet said faintly, the cloud is light, a few words point out Peng demon's destiny.

In the eyes of Peng demon demon, the color of extremely demon wild bloomed, and he said, "it's just the middle emperor and the upper emperor. Is your prediction accurate?"

The first one to be predicted questioned the prophet, Peng mo. he was the golden winged ROC. He was arrogant. He would be famous in the eight deserts and become the most dazzling star. He had never been before to prove the emperor.

The prophet didn't care. He just laughed: "I don't know how many years I've lived in the art of destiny. But I've seen more talents than your hair. Among them, there are golden winged Dapeng and even monsters with higher blood level than you, such as Phoenix, unicorn, and dragon. As for the accuracy, you can make sure that it's not allowed! ”

"I, the golden winged ROC, will become a demon emperor and shake the past and the present!" Peng Mo said, and then retreated to one side. Although he was rebellious, he also knew how terrible the person standing in front of him was, and he would not offend him.

"I hope so, but I'm just predicting what you can achieve, so if you live." The prophet said with a faint smile that people naturally understand this. The prophet can't know when you will live and when you will die. Then you will not be called a prophet, but a prophet.

"Next The prophet said faintly that the second person to stand up was the thunder demon, following the Peng demon.

"Your limit, lower demon emperor!"

"Boom Thunder demon body has thunder and lightning bloom, the heart does not accept, limit, is only the next demon emperor!

"Next Next, stand up is the wild demon domain mangniu mountain mangniu, the prophet's prediction is still the same, limit, next emperor.

"I'll do it!" Ape fly stood up, the prophet looked at him, and said with a faint smile: "the middle emperor, of course, if the emperor changes his life against the heaven for you, he can break into the upper emperor!"

"Hiss, hisses..." The golden winged ROC's body shot out a series of terrifying sharp golden mansions. He is the divine bird, the golden winged Dapeng, the ape flies, and is only a demon ape. What can be compared with him? The prophecy given by the prophet is not lower than him.

"Monsters are gifted and defeated in the natural limit. Powerful races are born to be extraordinary, but they also determine their limits. Only by making changes can they break the limit." The prophet said faintly to ape Fei, and ape Fei nodded clearly. The old man had told him that monsters, especially powerful ones, were born to be extraordinary, but when they came to the top of the pyramid, they could not make any progress unless they changed themselves.

"Next." The prophet continued, calm as usual.

"Me." Qi Jiaojiao jumps out from his elder brother's side and looks at the prophet.

"There is no hope of becoming a king!"

"Boom Qi Jiaojiao seems to be hit by the thunder. Her eyes are frozen in a moment. The prophet only gives her four words. There is no hope for her to become an emperor.

No, she is the four beauties in the eight barren land. She is the thousand catties of Qi family. She was born to be extraordinary. Why did the prophet give her only four cruel words, with no hope of becoming an emperor.

"Why?" Qi Jiaojiao looks ugly and asks.

"Your aura is given to you by others. Your family, your brother, you can get to this point because someone has been sheltering you. You only have a beautiful face. From then on, you have nothing to take out. You have never had a tough will, never encountered a setback in life and death, and some are domineering. Therefore, there is no hope of becoming an emperor unless you are thorough A change of face, or a glimmer of opportunity. "The voice of the prophet is like cold water pouring on Qi Jiaojiao's body, making him cool from head to tail, pale, all she has is given to her by others? She has nothing of her own?

"Jiaojiao, you will be Emperor Wu!" At this time, Qi Tian Sheng came forward and put a hand on Qi Jiaojiao's shoulder and comforted her.

Qi Jiaojiao nodded slightly, but she was deeply hit by a word from the prophet, really nothing?

Qi Tian Sheng looked at the prophet and said, "what about me?"

"The next emperor may have a chance to become a middle emperor, but it is very small, unless there is a chance against heaven!" The prophet said lightly, let Qi Tian Sheng feel cold all over, the next emperor, is only the next emperor?

So, thunder demon has his talent, and ape fly will surpass him.

The people behind them are nervous at the moment. Although their faces are calm, many people are holding their hands tightly. A word from the prophet may determine their fate. Maybe it will change the future isolation of the eight wasteland. For example, the prediction just now shows that ape flying can achieve the middle emperor, while Qi Tiansheng is only the next emperor.

Qi Tian Sheng's hands clenched, and even made a click sound. His face was full of unwilling meaning. His achievement was only the next emperor!

"Master, what about me?" At this time, Wu Yan stood up and bowed slightly to the prophet, showing special politeness.

"Like him, you are the next emperor. If you have a chance against heaven, you can break into the middle emperor." The prophet said quietly.

"Wu Yan is just like his brother." Qi Jiaojiao takes a deep look at Wu Yan. He always thinks that her brother is incomparable. However, Wu Yan, who likes to be with her, has the opportunity to become emperor Wu just like her brother.

"I'll try it, too." Fu Hei touched his head and came out with a black face. In addition, his skin was black. It was interesting to see that he was still worried about being robbed.

"There is a chance to become an emperor in 50 years. As for the middle emperor, there is a wisp of opportunity to impact the upper emperor."

"In 80 years!" The crowd looked stiff, and the prophet's prediction of paying black destiny was so high that it surpassed all people. Maybe only within a hundred years would he say the number of years.

"Haha, this wisp of opportunity may become a reality, but the elder can't say the age limit, let me strange depressed, I still dream of becoming emperor in 20 years!" Fu Hei laughs with embarrassment and makes people roll their eyes. This bastard is the highest prediction so far. Tianhuo constitution has surpassed the prediction of golden winged Dapeng by one more year.

"The fixed number of years is not accurate. I just said that in 80 years, maybe 50 years, 30 years, maybe 10 years, it depends on your future. But since you say that, I will not say the fixed number of years, so as not to affect you." The prophet laughed, and then Fu Hei stepped back to one side. He was quite satisfied with the prophecy.

At this time, the patriarch wanted to come forward, looked at the prophet, and said with a smile, "what do you think of my achievements?"

"There's no problem in becoming an emperor, but unless you practice your skills to the extreme, you will stop coming down to the next emperor." The prophet said calmly, "of course, you can consider giving up the human desire skill from now on."

It is easy for the master to become strong if he wants to look calm. However, as his predecessors have experienced, he will be extremely poor. To a certain extent, he will not be able to make further progress.

"I'm just suggesting." The prophet stroked his beard and said with a smile that the body of the patriarchal clan also retreated, just the next emperor!

At this time, they can only see the inside of the crowd, but they can't see what kind of voice they want to hear from the crowd.

At the same time, those who have not been predicted are even more nervous. The prophet who practices the art of destiny does not know how many years he has lived, how strong his accomplishments are, and he has seen endless talents. Of course, what he said has weight, which has been verified by those who were predicted by the city of destiny.

Perhaps, a word of the prophet, will represent their future destiny, who can do not nervous!