Over the palace where the crowd was standing, billowing clouds and mist were billowing, and then a figure that seemed both real and imaginary appeared there. The figure gradually solidified, with white robes and long beards, floating like a fairy. It was stepping into a strange scene. The old man that people in the area had seen before.
"Prophet!"
"The prophet appeared, but unfortunately, I was blocked from it. I was not even qualified to be predicted!"
Many people who were blocked on the outside kept cursing and were very depressed, wishing they could squeeze in, but the invisible force was like a void light curtain, cutting them off, and they couldn't even feel or hear any breath inside. Sound, they can only see everything happening inside with their eyes.
The prophet's body slowly descended and appeared in front of the hall. With a gentle look on his face, he looked at everyone calmly. No one could feel his aura. Such a strong man was simply not something they could fathom now. of.
At this time, Lin Feng paid attention to Qiongqi's expression, and saw that Qiongqi, who had transformed into a Taoist priest, narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the prophet, as if he wanted to rely on his own experience to see through the prophet.
Not only Qiongqi, but also other people's eyes were staring at the prophet, with a hint of sharpness in their eyes, wondering how the prophet would predict their fate!
"Who comes first!" The old man glanced at everyone with a faint smile and said softly, "Let them go."
"I'll come." A figure stepped out, his body full of unruliness. Even when facing the prophet, he remained like this, as if he was the only one in the world.
This person is none other than the Peng Demon, the divine bird with golden wings. He claims to be invincible in talent and has always been defiant, unruly, wild and extremely demonic.
"The blood flowing in your body is destined to be extraordinary, but you are too arrogant and arrogant. If you can change, you will be able to become the upper emperor. Otherwise, you will have to stop at the middle emperor." The prophet said lightly, Yun Dan Feng Qing, in a few words, points out the fate of the Peng Mo.
The demonic eyes of Peng Mo bloomed with an extremely demonic look, and said: "It's just the middle emperor and the upper emperor. Is your prediction accurate?"
The first person to be prophesied questioned the prophet, Peng Mo. He is the divine bird, the golden-winged Dapeng, with a proud heart. He will surely become famous throughout the world and become the most dazzling star, unprecedented. To prove the emperor.
The prophet didn't pay attention and just smiled: "I practice the art of destiny. I don't know how many years I have lived, but I have seen more geniuses than your hair. Among them, there are many golden-winged rocs and even Monsters with a higher bloodline level than yours, such as the phoenix, the mythical beast Qilin, and the golden demon dragon, as for whether they are accurate or not, it’s up to you whether they are accurate or not!”
"I, the golden-winged roc, will surely become the demon emperor, shocking the past and present!" the roc demon said unruly, and then stepped aside. Although he was unruly, he also knew how terrifying the person standing in front of him was, so he would not offend him.
"I hope so. However, I am only predicting the achievements you can achieve, so the premise is that you can live." The prophet smiled faintly. Everyone naturally understood this. It is impossible for the prophet to know when you will live and when you will die. Then he is not called a prophet, but a prophet.
"Next one!" the prophet said calmly. The second person to stand up was the Thunder Demon, following closely behind the Peng Demon.
"Your limit, the next demon emperor!"
"Boom!" There was thunder and lightning blooming on the thunder demon's body, and he was dissatisfied. At the limit, he was just a low-level demon king!
"The next one!" The next person who stood up was Mang Niu from Mang Niu Mountain in the Wild Demon Realm. The prophet's prediction was still the same, the ultimate, the next emperor.
"I'll do it!" Sarutobi stood up. The prophet glanced at him and said with a faint smile: "The middle emperor, of course, if there is a great emperor who changes your destiny for you, you can break through to the upper emperor!"
"Chi, chi..." Golden-winged Dapeng shot out a series of terrifying sharp golden lights. He is the divine bird Golden-winged Dapeng. Sarutobi is just a demon ape. Why should he be compared with him? The prediction given by the prophet , no lower than him.
"The success of monsters depends on their talents, and their failure depends on the limitations of their talents. Powerful races are born to be extraordinary, but they are also destined to have their limits. Only by making changes can they break through the shackles of those limits." The prophet said to Sarutobi said calmly, and Sarutobi nodded understandingly. The old man had long told him that monsters, especially powerful monsters, were born to be extraordinary, but when they reached the top of the pyramid, it would be difficult to move forward. Unless you change yourself.
"Next." The prophet continued calmly.
"Me." Qi Jiaojiao jumped out from his brother's side and looked at the prophet with her beautiful eyes.
"There is no hope of becoming an emperor!"
"Boom!" Qi Jiaojiao seemed to be struck by thunder, her beautiful eyes froze instantly. The prophet only gave her four words, there was no hope of becoming an emperor, and there was no need to predict.
No, she is one of the four beauties in the Eight Desolations, she is the Qianjin of the Qi family, she was born to be extraordinary, why did the prophet only give her four cruel words, there is no hope of becoming an emperor.
"Why?" Qi Jiaojiao asked with an ugly face.
"Your aura was given to you by others, your family, your brother. You have reached this point because someone has been protecting you. You only have a beautiful face. From now on, you have nothing to offer. , I have never had a strong will, I have never encountered setbacks of life and death, and some are domineering. Therefore, there is no hope of becoming an emperor, unless you completely change your appearance, or there is a chance. "
The prophet's voice was like cold water pouring on Qi Jiaojiao's body, making him feel cold from beginning to end, and his face turned pale. Was everything she had given to her by others? She has nothing of her own
"Jiaojiao, you will become the Martial Emperor!" At this time, Qi Tiansheng stepped forward, put a hand on Qi Jiaojiao's shoulder, and comforted him.
Qi Jiaojiao nodded slightly, but she was deeply shocked by the prophet's words. Was there really nothing
Qi Tiansheng looked at the prophet and said, "What about me?"
"The lower emperor may have a chance to become the middle emperor, but it is very small, unless there is an incredible opportunity!" The prophet said lightly, making Qi Tiansheng feel cold all over. Is the lower emperor just a lower emperor
So, every thunder demon has his own talent, and Sarutobi will surpass him.
The people behind him were nervous at the moment. Although their faces were calm, many people were actually holding hands tightly. The prophet's words might determine their fate, and perhaps, it would also change the future isolation of the Eight Desolations. For example, the prediction just now, the ape Fei Neng became the middle emperor, but Qitian Sheng was only the lower emperor.
Qi Tiansheng's hands were clenched tightly and even made a clicking sound. There was a hint of unwillingness on his face. His achievements were only the next emperor!
"Senior, here's me!" At this time, Wu Yan stood up and bowed slightly to the prophet, looking particularly polite.
"You are like him, a lower-ranking emperor. If there is an incredible opportunity, you can break into the middle-ranking emperor." The prophet said calmly.
"Wu Yan is just like his brother." Qi Jiaojiao took a deep look at Wu Yan. He had always thought that her brother was incomparable, but Wu Yan, who liked to be by her side, turned out to be just like her brother. There is a chance to become a Martial Emperor.
"I'll give it a try too." Fu Hei touched his head and walked out with a dark face. In addition, his skin was dark, which gave people a bit of fun, as if he was still worried about being robbed. .
"There is a chance to become an emperor within fifty years. As for the middle emperor, there is a chance to hit the upper emperor!"
"Within eighty years!" The crowd froze. The prophet's prediction of Fu Black's fate was so high that it surpassed everyone. Perhaps he would only tell the number of years if it was within a hundred years.
"Hehe, this ray of opportunity may become a reality, but senior, can you please not tell me the age? It makes me really depressed. I still dream of becoming an emperor within twenty years!" Fu Hei smiled sheepishly. This made everyone roll their eyes. This bastard is the highest prophecy he has received so far. His Skyfire physique surpasses the prophecy for the Golden Winged Roc and adds one more year.
"The number of years is not accurate. I just said within eighty years. Within eighty years, maybe fifty years, thirty years, maybe ten years. It depends on your future circumstances. But since you said so, after that, I won't say the age, so as not to affect you." The prophet smiled, and then stepped aside, quite satisfied with this prediction.
At this time, the sect member wanted to step forward, look at the prophet, and said with a smile: "Senior, what do you think of my achievements?"
"There is no problem in becoming an emperor, but unless you practice your skills to the extreme, you will stop becoming an emperor." The prophet said calmly: "Of course, you can consider giving up the human desire skills from now on."
Zong Renyu's expression condensed. It is true that the skills he cultivated can easily become stronger, but just like the experience of his ancestors, there will be a limit, and when it reaches a certain level, it will no longer be possible.
"I'm just a suggestion." The prophet stroked his beard and said with a smile. Zong Renyu's body also retreated. Is he just the lower emperor
At this time, the crowd outside was very nervous, but they could only see the expressions of the crowd inside and speculate on what might have happened. They could not hear the sound, which made them have the urge to collapse. They wanted to know what the prophet said about the people inside. What kind of predictions did people make
At the same time, those who have not yet been predicted are even more nervous. The prophet has practiced the art of destiny and has lived for an unknown number of years. His cultivation is unknown and how strong he is. He has seen countless geniuses. Of course, what he said has weight. This has also been verified by people who have been predicted by the City of Destiny in the past.
Perhaps, the prophet's words represent their future destiny. Who can do it without being nervous!
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