The Gate Of Good Fortune

(Apologize, Chapter 578, Yu Qing told Si that it should be a vagabond, not Ningcheng. In fact, Yu Qing did not know that Ningcheng was a vagabond, and the original text had been changed.

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Ningcheng's mind swept out and found that there was really no eighty-first floor above it, and he didn't know where he was going when he went up into the void. Ningcheng also wants to enter Xianyu Star, and naturally does not want to enter the void.

But Ningcheng soon understood that he had to go up. He searched for a day on the eightieth floor of the ground, and there was no exit on the eightieth floor except to go up.

Ningcheng didn't want to be transported over the square, so he had to fly up.

By the time Ningcheng foot was implemented, the void he had swept with his mind had disappeared. The back entrance is gone, too, and he's still in a tower.

Ningcheng is stunned. Is there something wrong with his god? It was a void he had just swept through with his mind, but why did he come up and still be in the tower? From the 80th floor, this is obviously the 81st floor. He didn't sweep to the eighty-first floor, and he actually came up to the eighty-first floor, so what's going on?

Again, there is no attack on this layer, no anomaly. There is only one tower gate a dozen steps ahead of Ningcheng. Above the tower door it says, the entrance to the eighty-first floor of the Spectator Tower.

Ningcheng looked around suspiciously, and there was no way out except for a door marked with an eighty-first floor entrance.

Ningcheng speeded up a few steps, and he wanted to go over and open the doors to the entrance to the eighty-first floor before entering the real eighty-first floor.

But something weirder happened, no matter how many steps he took, how fast he went, and the distance from the tower door at the entrance to the eighty-first floor remained unchanged.

With just over a dozen steps away, Ningcheng ran thousands of steps forward. Looking forward, that distance is still a dozen steps.

Ningcheng sinked in his heart, and he inspired the stars, and everyone flew. The eighty-first floor entrance was still in front of him when he fell.

This way, he'll never make it to the entrance to the 81st floor. Ningcheng stopped and did not continue to do this useless work. At this moment, he felt like a monkey and seemed to have fallen into someone else's hand and could never jump out again.

This feeling is bad and makes Ningcheng very uncomfortable.

Ningcheng stood there for a long time, and he looked at the entrance tower on the eighty-first floor, not far ahead, silent. He has tried to walk slowly, fast, fly, and move instantly, and there is no way to go half a step forward.

He suddenly had some idea why God had previously seen that there was a void, an infinite void, or he was in it without knowing it. Small tower space, large void space, between size and size, who can define it? His yellow beads are in his hands, but there are thousands of worlds inside.

Looks like he only has a dozen steps between him and the eighty-first floor tower gate, who knows if there's a myriad of void spaces in the middle? He had not yet understood the laws of space, which meant that he would never be able to push the doors of the eighty-first floor until he had understood them. All his life, as long as he can't understand the laws of space, he has to stay here.

Ningcheng took a breath and he could never stay here.

He didn't understand the laws of space, but he understood the fur of the laws of time. And when he came to the understanding before him, he realized that all things were one. Wind clouds can congeal into thunderstorms, icebergs can illuminate into flames. It looks like there's only a dozen steps away. He can't cross with the laws of space. Why can't he try the fur of the laws of time?

Ningcheng is a man who does what he thinks. He has just thought of the law of time, and the Sunset Twilight Spirit is sacrificed.

At the moment of the Sunset Twilight Celebration, everything around us seems to have stopped and everything turned into a sculpture. Between these moments, there is only one master of this side of space, Ningcheng.

Ningcheng took a step forward and the twilight deities disappeared and the flow resumed around them. Ningcheng looked at the eighty-first level tower door that could be pushed open with a hand, and it was so calm inside.

He had tried countless times before, and there was no way to go further. After he had sacrificed the sunset, he had come to the entrance to the eighty-first floor in only one step.

This is the law between the heavens and the earth, and he just touched the fur of some of the laws of time. In the future, if he is to succeed in the great divinity and cross the great world, he must have control of all the laws of heaven and earth.

Ningcheng was not in a hurry to push the entrance to the eighty-first floor, and he stood here and found that his mind could now sweep across Jomtien Square. At this time, there were more monks in Jomtien Square than he had expected. The squares were almost full of dense numbness.

Jomtien Square, one of the ten largest squares in Starscream City, is naturally huge. Such a huge square is full of people, you can see how many people are here at this time.

While Ningcheng was in shock, he was fortunate that he had not been sent out. There are so many people here, there are so many people to watch, there must be so many people who are interested in him.

Perhaps he was the first person to push through the eighty-first floor of the Spectacular Tower. Ningcheng stood for a long time before calming down his mood and pushing through the eighty-first level entrance door.

In front of Ningcheng is not a real eighty-first floor, but a sudden staircase. The staircase stretched out from under his feet all the way to the exit of the bottom, the edge of which was the cloaked fog of the Spectacular Tower.

The entrance to the eighty-first floor was a staircase leading to the bottom. Ningcheng stood at the top of the staircase and was shocked. I'm afraid nobody but him knows that the eighty-first floor is just a ladder, a ladder leading to the bottom.

Because there are too many people in the square, some of the monks are already on the edge of the fog. The Ningcheng god can see that some people just take a few steps back and get close to this ladder. He must have gone on like this, and slowly blended into these monks standing in the square, and nobody knew. At this time, everyone's attention is on the Spectacular Tower and the ranking display. Who cares if there's suddenly one more person in the crowd?

Ningcheng's mind continued to sweep out, and he quickly found out who he was looking for. The woman who looked like Master Jong-hwa was also in the square and stood in the crowd, seemingly still talking to the woman around her. Ningcheng, which was meant to go on like this, immediately removed its mask magic treasure and rushed off the eighty-first floor.

With ready-made staircases, Ningcheng emerged from the bottom of the Spectacular Tower for a short time and blended into the fog-fringed crowd. As Ningcheng speculated, no one knew Ningcheng had come down or even entered the square.

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“No, the Jiangzhou wanderer seems to have stopped at the eightieth floor. ”

“What's so strange about that? He spent eight or nine days on the first floor. How much time this time, maybe some more time, he's on the eighty-first floor. ”

“I'm afraid not. You see, the time after that is gone. ”

“Oh, it really is... Ah, it's on the 81st floor, it's really on the 81st floor...” The monk said halfway and shouted.

Nobody cares about his screams at this time. Everyone is staring at the Peep Tower ranking screen. Behind the name of the Jiangzhou Traveller, it is indeed the eighty-first floor.

“Yes, it does go to the 81st floor, but there's still no time behind it...”

After Ningcheng entered the eighty-first floor, the whole square boiled. Whoever it was, was amazed that someone had finally stepped on the top floor of the Peep Tower. This is a milestone for the Jomtien sky, and nothing is more exciting than this.

Even the emperor of the Jomtien sky, when he was spying on the stars, never went into the eighty-first floor.

“But why doesn't he have time behind him? As long as it doesn't get sent out, stay in the Spectacular Tower, time will keep beating. Is it a meteor? ”

“How is it possible to crash on the eighty-first floor? ”

Countless people are cheering, and others are wondering. Behind the vagabonds in Jiangzhou is the eighty-first floor, but there is no time to jump. To be exact, there's not even a time display.

“His name went up some more. ”

With a shout, everyone noticed that the names of the first Jiangzhou vagabond and the second Lingxiaoxiao had been pulled apart on the ranking screen, and that the names of the Jiangzhou vagabonds had changed from light gold to purple gold, and the font had grown several times larger.

From a distance, the words of the Jiangzhou vagabonds are dazzling.

Ningcheng stood behind the crowd and was just as shocked. Because he stood at the entrance to the eighty-first floor, and God could sweep the whole square, knowing of course what was going on.

He pushed the tower door on the eighty-first floor, down the stairs, behind the name on the ranking screen was the eightieth floor. When he came out of the stairs, out of the fog, into the crowd in the square, the tower behind the name turned to the eighty-first floor. Not only that, but the time behind the name disappeared.

Doesn't this mean that the tower door on the 81st floor is on the Peeping Tower, and only after opening the tower door and leaving the Peeping Tower is it really on the 81st floor.

If that's the case, I'm afraid nobody in this square knows you're standing on the eighty-first floor except him. He's more than anyone else, and it's just a process of climbing to the 81st floor.

The process? Ningcheng looked at the excited crowd again and suddenly realized something.

In fact, many people stand in the same position and live the same way. But some people cherish it, some people complain. Preciously, because his position was created by himself, the wealth he possessed was not the position, but the process, as if he had struggled to climb from the first floor to the eighty-first.

However, Ningcheng quickly set aside these thoughts and hurried to squeeze them into his eyes.

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