The Gate Of Good Fortune

Eleven powerful breaths rushed into the vicinity of the cave of Ningcheng in the North City District. The monks living near here felt the smell of so many powerful monks. They retracted their own consciousness and did not dare to make any outrages and offenses.

At this time, the monks were wondering, why are so many powerful people in this corner of North Town? This place is totally invisible throughout Root Black City, and in general, there will never be a strong person to waste time here. Not to mention, two of these strong men are habitat robbers.

The reason soon came out, the eleven powerful scents surrounded a small Sihe court cave, and the cave only moved here. Households around them feel unlucky, and although these masters are not meant for them, no one wants to be visited by the strong, even by their neighbors, who feel insecure.

Instead of increasing the number of patrol escorts, even the occasional patrols have disappeared. Obviously, these patrol escorts also know that these visitors are simply not guilty.

Ningcheng discovered that there was also some doubt in the hands of so many experts at one time, according to the theory, the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce would not value him so much.

Such a formation could almost sweep the entire Yixing continent, with nine of the eleven masters in the late middle and two habitat robbers.

Ningcheng soon realized that when these monks arrived, they did not first attack his cave, but began to arrange the formation. Just for a short time, a hidden, shielded array was arranged.

Seeing each other's movements, Ningcheng smiled. These guys cover their ears. The whole world knows they're here to destroy themselves, but these guys have to cover up. It makes no sense for others to make such a concealment, which would be useful for the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce, as no one would investigate it.

Ningcheng took out the crystal ball and recorded what these people were doing, thinking about how they could all be killed in the future. As for the shielding method, he had no intention of stopping it. He also needs this method of formation to kill these people in secret.

Among the magicians here, the one with the highest level of formation is barely the sixth level master of formation. This suggests that it is absolutely impossible for the other party to see his covert array in a hurry.

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“Yes, I'll just go in for a moment, just a little seaward monk.” A long-haired man with a very devilish face said among the monks outside the Sihe Court Cave in Ningcheng.

The man known as the Guild is Pu Leng of the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce. Pu Leng is tall and two meters up. When he heard the long-haired man, he smiled, “No, we're going in together. This little seaward monk is not easy, he leveled my Silver Thunder Chamber's breath stack on the Catchstone and dared to live in the Black City without roots. I wonder if he is fearless of ignorance, or if he is a master of 6th degree formation. So I really wanted to see if he had three heads and six arms. ”

Pu Leng's eyes swept slightly, and it was clear that outside Ningcheng's cave was a Grade 6 guard.

“Boom...” When Pu Leng finished, he punched out.

Big, huge fists rolled up a set of invisible boxing shadows, bombarded the Ningcheng level six guard array, and the level six guard array emitted a wave for a while. Then he made a click, and this six-level guard couldn't even stop Pu Leng's punch.

Without waiting for Pu Leng to continue, another nine-story monk lifted his foot and kicked it down. A six-level guard was blown apart under one foot of this punch.

Pulun et al. walked into the Sihe courtyard cave in Ningcheng and found Ningcheng and Jiluofei standing in the middle of the Sihe courtyard looking at them.

“You have a lot of nerve, kill me Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce High Night Mountain, shovel me Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce Rest Stack on Catchstone, and dare to stay in Root Black City.” Pu Leng's cold eyes fell on Ningcheng, nor did he expect Ningcheng to be so young. Not only that, Ningcheng is really a seafaring monk. He had always suspected that Ningcheng was not actually a seafaring monk, but a hiding monk.

Ningcheng did not speak, he was calculating his Lv7 and Lv8 slaughter arrays simultaneously, then using the Fire Spirit, can not kill all 11 people in one performance.

“Let me see what you can do. Don't you dare put Silver Thunder Merchant in your eyes...”

Before Pu Leng finished his words, Ningcheng sent a direct message to Ji Luofei, “Do it, dry...”

Giraffe had been preparing, and the Ningcheng rumors had just arrived, and the banner in her hand had been sacrificed. The Seventh Stab is smarter than the Sixth Stab. More than one level?

Nearly simultaneously with Giroffe, Ningcheng also moved with both hands. In the blink of an eye, this bright and clear four-house greyed out, and countless killings swept from all sides. At this time, don't say that the eyes, even the gods, become blurred, can't see any of the surrounding scenery at all, can't hear any of the surrounding sounds at all.

“No, it's a level seven trap. Don't panic, follow my actions...” The 6th Master of Formation just said one word and stopped talking. He understood that this was not only a Lv7 trap array, but also a variety of mist arrays, which formed a series of Lv7 trap arrays.

At the same time that the surrounding environment became blurred, Poolen was surprised, but he soon realized that it was a Grade 7 trap formation.

If there is no one to preside over the Lv7, with his strength, it can be broken sooner or later. But now there is a host, not only a host, but also an auxiliary.

Nevertheless, Pu Leng was still not afraid, and he was experiencing a lot of winds. Don't say "level seven", even "level eight". Besides, he's not alone here today. He immediately drummed up Zhenyuan and said, "Before you do it, make sure there are no people around you, if not, do your best...”

Poolen's words suddenly stopped, and he also saw that the place could not transmit his own voice, and there was a shadow shielding array.

If it was a shadow shielding method in the district, Pu Leng wouldn't care about it at all. He was in a seven-degree strangulation formation, in which countless blades attacked him all the time. The attacks temporarily prevented him from being harmed, but made him hastily unable to break the law.

“I didn't expect to really underestimate you. The District Seaward Brothers are still a Class 7 French Master. It's interesting...” Even if the Brothers of the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce can't hear him, Ningcheng should hear him.

Pulun did not finish because he found a way to blow up the Lv7 array, while several more horrific killers attacked him. The slaughter of space is somewhat distorted and even slightly murderous. The blade is no longer the primary means of attack, and those murderous intentions and space constraints are becoming increasingly horrific.

No, Pu Leng is soaking up countless cold sweats, and this is not a level 7 trapped kill formation, but a level 8 kill formation.

These are not the things that frightened him the most, the things that frightened him the most were that when he was at the Feast of Pharaoh, he had another feeling that the space around him did not belong to him. This is definitely not a simple space constraint, it's like he's on someone else's turf, and he doesn't own the turf anymore.

A threat of death sprang to mind, and Pulun knew that it was not just a matter of Lv7 and Lv8, but of Lv7 and Lv8, and that there were a number of horrible formations linked together to form a series of formations.

If it's just some kind of serial array, Poolen still has confidence to rush out. What cast a shadow on his mind was whether the man who presided over the law or the man who arranged the great battle.

Even so, not all, but the last thing that really broke his confidence was that the master who presided over the law of formation, was a strong man who understood the domain.

Domain, this is the realm that the Brothers most desire. Even if he was Pu Leng, he still didn't understand the domain. And here comes a master of understanding. If he knew Ningcheng understood the domain, he would never come to this place. He wouldn't be here if he knew Ningcheng had wiped out the Silver Thunderstorm.

At this point, he finally understood why Ningcheng had such a big gas, destroyed the silver thunder stack on the catchstone, and dared to live in Root Black City.

But one thing is clear to Poolen that he is having such a hard time coping with this serial killer formation, which is hosted by someone else, and the rest is certainly even harder. He has to blow up this method in the shortest possible time, or at least find a way to open it. Otherwise, once someone dies, it will be even harder for him to break this pattern.

“Ah...” The screaming sounds came, and Poolen's heart, like his name, became cold. This screaming sound is not one, six screams in a row.

This suggests that six brothers of the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce have already been killed and that the voice was deliberately transmitted to him, otherwise he may not have heard it. So more than six brothers are likely to die at the Silver Thunder Merchant.

“Stop, I, the Silver Thunder Chamber of Commerce, admit this planting...” In Pu Leng's talking room, Zhenyuan burned wildly, the huge ring in his hand turned into a ring blade of a road, these ring blades are more than several times stronger than usual. Under this powerful ring blade, the kind of space that did not belong to him was finally cut through a huge gap.

Just relaxed around Pu Leng, twelve axes turned towards him, the twelve axes turned into an axe thread, and came with a strong axe to the extreme. Once again, he does not own the space that has just been partitioned around Pulun.

Pu Leng looked a little pale and was forced to do this by a seafaring monk, which is something that has never happened before. He affirmed that the twelve axe lines were not in the killing line, and that the killing line, though powerful, could not break the twelve axe lines that could merge into one line.

He could imagine Ningcheng attacking him with this terrible axe, and the rest would obviously be attacked in the same way.

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