The Gate Of Good Fortune

As soon as Ningcheng got to the edge of Mirage Island, he felt a resistance, but it didn't seem to be much, he ran a little bit into the island.

Powerful spirituality fills the surroundings of Ningcheng, making Ningcheng feel that Mirage Island is a good place to cultivate. This spiritual territory should not be surprising even if better spiritual grass emerges.

A dream sensation springs to mind, as if Ningcheng was not standing on an island, but in a fairy tale world, somewhat untrue. Even his mind can only sweep a few meters around, not even far from his eyes. But if you look at it with your eyes, you can only see ten meters in a circle, and farther away, you can only see a world of illusions.

This illusory world seems to be about what he thinks. It's going to be Mozambique Square in Huazhou, where he stands with Lo Fei and prepares to fight. Later he stood with Tian Muxiao and spoke softly.

Ningcheng's mind is clear, and this hallucination is not lost in mind. Ningcheng immediately understands that this is the result of the suppression of both consciousness and vision.

This place suppresses consciousness? Ningcheng immediately forcibly operated the Divine Sense and swept it out. This time his Divine Sense was similar to the resistance just broken, directly to the kilometer range. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Almost all the monks had rushed to Mirage Island, and Ningcheng's divinity swept into a three-color tree. Yes, it is indeed a colored tree, Ningcheng is sure he is this big, it is the first time he has seen a colored tree.

There are three milky white fruits tied to the colored tree. Is this the mirage? That white fruit is a mirage?

Ningcheng was about to rush to pick off these milky white fruits, but the gods saw that several monks had approached the colored mirage. Ningcheng was helpless and wanted to find another place to keep looking. With so many people coming to Mirage Island, there can never be just one mirage tree on Mirage Island.

But Ning soon stopped, and he saw the monks walking more than ten meters from the mirage, not picking what he thought was a mirage.

Isn't this a mirage? He didn't see a mirage, either? If so, why don't they take it away? Ningcheng grabbed his hair and found he had no idea what a mirage looked like.

Just as Ningcheng wanted to find someone to ask, he saw two more brothers approaching the three-color tree he saw. The two brothers were only five or six metres away from the tree and immediately rushed by surprise while collecting the three milky white fruits at the fastest possible speed.

Ningcheng suddenly understood that he was right, and the colored tree was a mirage and a mirage. Because his divinity is quenched in a messy space, his divinity can tear apart this fantastic space kilometers, which does not mean that others can.

Don't say that most of this place is full of Brother Kim Dan, even if it is the wisdom of Brother Yuan Soul, there is not necessarily such a quenched god condensed, on Mirage Island, can cross such a powerful distance.

Ningcheng's mind was definite, his mind swept out again, this time he swept another tri-colored mirage. However, several people robbed this mirage and even sacrificed Pharaoh to start fighting for his life. Ningcheng doesn't have the idea to go, he's not afraid to beat someone else. The mirage here is not a strain, so it's better to look for it.

Since there were too many people here, he went deep. The Mirage Island is not small, but there are too many monks up there. And he's got a limited time, only a fragrant time. He must take full advantage of this time and get more mirrors.

The sharpener does not mistakenly chop wood. This is the periphery of Mirage Island. There must be a lot of brothers. He has no wings in the sky and clouds and can only get lucky in the periphery. Now that he's got cloud wings, why don't you go deep on Mirage Island and look for mirrors? Thinking about it, Ningcheng waved its wings away in a flash.

This Mirage Island appears for only one incense time, and Ningcheng dares not spend too much time, good enough for his sky cloud wings to be here fast enough. Waving heavenly cloud wings, Ningcheng has rushed deep into Mirage Island after only a dozen breaths.

Make sure that no other monks will come here in a short time, and Ningcheng will stretch out its mind. His mind immediately swept into a five-color mirage with five mirrors on it. Mirage on the tree is also white, but purer than the white of the tri-colored mirage.

Ningcheng has determined that mirrors on Mirage Island are colored. The more colors, the more mirrors. And the color of the mirage gets whiter.

Ningcheng rushed to the side of the mirage at the fastest speed and grabbed one of the mirrors. A kind of Xuan and Xuan, more fantastic feeling comes to mind. Let Ningcheng feel that if he wants to hold on to this mirage cultivation at this time, he will be promoted immediately.

Imagination, absolutely. Ningcheng knew the sea and with his hands, the mirage had fallen into his hands. Mirage is so hard, it's different from ordinary fruit, no wonder it's called a mirage.

Mirage was packed in a jade box and Ningcheng quickly put away the remaining four mirrors. Mirage has been touched, and although Ningcheng is not yet aware of the specific role of the mirage, it is certainly a good thing.

Five mirrors were collected, Ningcheng changed places and stretched his mind again, and he quickly discovered another mirage tree, a mirage of nine colors. Nine mirrors were knotted on the mirror tree, and Ningcheng came to the side of the mirror tree and even smelled a fragrance that was about to drift into the cloud. The nine fruits on this tree are all white and transparent, like the purest crystals, no, far more transparent than crystals. It's not white anymore, it's transparent.

A spiritual rhyme flows through it, as if this transparent mirror contains something that is desirable and simply cannot be expressed in words.

Ningcheng had limited time and did not hesitate to take this mirage off quickly and send it into the jade box.

After all nine mirrors have been picked, Ningcheng is looking for another place to continue looking for mirrors. Suddenly I wonder if this mirage can be planted in his little world? Do what you want. Ningcheng runs the real world and wants to pull this mirage out.

Even Ningcheng's true power cannot shake this mirage half.

Growing so hard, Ningcheng preferred not to believe in evil, he sacrificed too much false magic axe.

“Boom...” Too false The Magic Axe is powerful and violent The Axe is bombarded in the dirt under the mirage, the dirt just cut a trace, let alone dig up the mirage, even digging up a piece of dirt is not easy.

“It's so hard.” Ningcheng sighed, no wonder no one is willing to chop off a mirage, this hard, who can dig up a mirage tree? And there's only one incense time, and maybe it's already time for the mirage diggers to dig up a piece of dirt.

“Even so, I'm going to try.” Ningcheng directly sacrificed the Sanskrit sword this time.

Fan Zhenjian sword he fully refined, but he did not intend to drive himself, he has not practiced Buddhist kung fu, can not drive Fan Zhenjian sword in the most powerful state, but he can drive with willpower.

May the power be injected into the Sanskrit sword, the Sanskrit sword implicitly showed four golden Luohans, four Luohans fully controlled the earth under the mirage.

This time, it was much simpler. The mirage was soon dug up by Ningcheng. Ningcheng Zhenyuan ran down again. He brought the nine-color mirage directly into the small world.

This wisdom is a good thing. Unfortunately, the wisdom in the seal is limited. As long as he runs out, don't say Sanskrit sword, even the Sanskrit Buddha fire wheel can no longer be used.

Ningcheng sighed and God fell into his own little world. He was so proud that, after all, he got a mirage that no one else could dig up. It took a little while, but it was a mirage.

But when Ningcheng saw the mirage in the small world, his face immediately turned into a bitter melon. It was a nine-colored mirage, and as soon as he sent it into the small world, it began to wither. Even turned into a dead tree at the speed the naked eye could see.

“Idiot.” Ningcheng shot himself in the head, if the mirage was so well transplanted, someone else would have started already, where could we wait for him? He's wasted so much time and his willpower to dig mirrors, not fools. Hurry up and find the mirage.

Ningcheng knew that time was running out, no longer cared about the mirage in the ring, and moved away again in a flash, searching wildly for new mirrors.

Time passes especially fast at this time, when Ningcheng picks up thirty-nine mirrors and knows he has to go. The surroundings are already a little blurred, and it is clear that Mirage Island is about to disappear.

Although Ningcheng was also greedy, he was satisfied with so many mirrors. He waved his wings and began to rush out.

Ningcheng hasn't completely left Mirage Island yet, but his mind swept to Mu 'rin. Mu Xiaolin fell to the ground, bleeding and twitching.

At least Mu Xuanlin is someone he knows. Ningcheng rushed over quickly and was ready to take Mu Xuanlin away.

Mu Xuanlin opened his godless eyes, and Dan saw Ningcheng with an extra surprise in his godless eyes. Then I sent a token to Ningcheng. “Brother Ning, thank you, I can't do this anymore. Please help me bring this to my son Munan. Go quickly. Mirage Island is about to disappear...”

Mu Xuanlin went straight down after saying that, and there was no sound.

Ningcheng knew that Mu Xuanlin had fallen. He had just tried to load up Mu Xuanlin's body and saw Mu Xuanlin as if he had just seen a hallucination.

Ningcheng touched the master token in his hand, knowing that what he saw was not a hallucination, but a real scene, but a terrible scene.

The feeling of nothingness came around, Ningcheng dared not to delay again, waving the wings of the sky and clouds to rush out.

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