Chapter 2183 (1/2)

A bitata, Qin Xuan and red left.

This clan, the thirteen immortals, gather in the highest place of this clan, Tianming soul tower.

”The prophet is gone!”

In the spirit tower of heaven and hell, the thirteen saints are surrounded by immortals.

The leader is an old man with a decadent face and half Saint strength.

”The prophet!”

The rest of them are slightly complicated.

They know what that means.

A few decades ago, a young boy climbed the cliff and joined their family. This man, who is known as saving his family, came to guide their family.

In fact, it is.

In the past decades, through the finger print of the prophet, the family of abitata not only did not weaken, but also became stronger and stronger after they were granted the title of emperor. Many younger generations made frequent breakthroughs and killed more than a hundred people.

”I've already sent a message to the heaven prison Shura, but heaven, hell war Twenty one people! ” The semi saint of the a'bitata clan slowly opened his mouth and looked at the remaining twelve people. ”Within half a month, the strong of the twenty-one clan will gather in our clan.”

”For decades, the prophet preached, guided the maze, and benefitted us and other 22 nationalities. Even if we leave, we should not forget each other.”

The deep sound slowly permeates the soul tower of this day.

The thirteen immortals are looking at the center around them, a thin piece of paper, which has never been opened.

This is left by the prophet. It was said that it could not be opened until he left.

The thirteen immortals looked at each other slowly, and they still remember what the prophet looked like when he came.

The four foot children looked at them.

”You say that you can measure the misfortunes and blessings of our family all night, and repair the inheritance. Who are you?”

The wind is raging, and dozens of strong people in Hunyuan circle the child, looking at the young, gentle, smiling child.

”Me!? A branch on a tree is just a gravel in the mountain! ”

They don't know what they used to say, but only now do they understand.

The prophet, who has been revered by them for decades, predicts good or bad luck for this clan, resists enemies, and even mends the inheritance, turns out to be just another soul.

Only the living beings of the people in white knew how shocking it was when they turned into children and returned to the brow of the man in white.

Only one soul can do this. Who is the man in white, the twenty-two underworld tribes of Enze?

……

Ten days later, the 22 strong people almost gathered together.

”Ta Xiao Luo, what do you say? Is it true that the prophet has left? ”

A half saint with six arms, blood like eyes, and evil spirit all over his body is watching the strong man of the abitata nationality.

Not only him, but the rest of the twenty-one underworld clans were dignified and focused on the old man.

The old man was big, but there were twenty-one semi saints' eyes on him.

”Nature is true, why deceive you?”

”The prophet is very kind to our 22 families. He can come and go freely, and not my family can restrain him!”

He looked at the other twenty-one people.

Immediately, in his palm, the touch of his hand floated in front of the rest of the powerful people.

”Lord prophet, all night before the ancient future, this is what Lord prophet left in the past, we should all know!”

”This thin piece of paper carries the words of the prophet to us and other 22 nationalities.”