The Gate Of Good Fortune

Songchengbo and Bian Shi Rock and Ki Qiu Bing came here for something very important. Now he heard Ning Cheng say this, and he didn't want to make a conflict with Bian Shi Rock for Ning Cheng, so he said, "In that case, let's go in first, Ning Daoyou be careful yourself. Remember that it is impossible to use God to live in the Fallen Star Temple, and that repairs can be considerably reduced by the rules. ”

Matsung Bo finished, walked between the two columns and didn't say hello to Sideship Rock, apparently slightly dissatisfied with the words of Sideship Rock. Seeing Matsusei go in, Sideshi Rock and Kichi Ice also went in with them. Kichi Ice has never said a word from the beginning.

Ningcheng did not immediately catch up, but prepared something that might be useful and put it in the waist. When Matsungbo said in, the god could not be used, and the cultivation would also suppress, which made Ningcheng very grateful.

What if he doesn't even need a storage ring when he goes in, what if he needs Dan and Faber? Because you can't use God, Ningcheng took out the Nirvana gun. If, in the absence of God, a Nirvana gun is absolutely more powerful than a common law baby.

When everything was ready, Ningcheng passed through two columns and entered the Fallen Star Temple.

As soon as Ningcheng came in, the storm swept in. Ningcheng is just...

If you don't stand steady, you'll be swept away by this knife-like storm. Countless crushed stones struck him, hidden in pain. And when he looks back, where are the two giant columns? This is tantamount to saying that even if he wanted to go back now, it would not be possible.

Even if Ningcheng is the starry sea of knowledge, it is impossible to carry out its own consciousness in this place. He could barely keep his body steady and fell.

It was only then that he had the opportunity to measure the surrounding scenes, all of which were rubble and undulating stone bags like Gobi Beach. The whirring wind rolled over this boundless bundle of crushed stones and stones, rolling them up and over.

From time to time, the gravel is struck on Ningcheng, and if Ningcheng is not a post-Nirvana Refinery Brother, it will hurt him. Fortunately, these winds are not really spatial storms, and there are no spatial factors in them, just winds. Occasionally, one or two giant stones fly in, blocked by Nirvana guns in Ningcheng.

Ningcheng took a few steps forward, with no southeast or northwest. When he got in here, it was like he was in a big desert. But the sand here is not fine sand, but crushed stone.

Since entering the Yixing mainland, Ningcheng has experienced so many crises. The wind in this rubble desert, technically, is really nothing. When he entered the Time Waste, he also experienced the repression of God in the Sea of Twilight. But later, on his own, God can extend out slowly, with his starry sea of knowledge.

At this time, Ningcheng carefully moves forward, stretching its own consciousness.

Ningcheng's efforts were not in vain, and a day later he finally stretched out some of his knowledge. From the first foot, slowly to a length. By the tenth day, his mind had been able to extend to about ten feet, and the storm around him had gradually diminished.

He seemed to have reached the edge of the rubble desert, and Ningcheng had just relieved himself, and his mind swept into a speedy blade of space. Urgently, Ningcheng could only fall on his back, and the blade swept past his chest.

Ningcheng was shocked by the cold sweat. If his mind could not be released, he would not be able to split him in half at this time. It is not likely that he would be comfortable. This is still the case when his Nirvana gun is in his hand, otherwise it is even more dangerous. As Matsungbo said, there are crises everywhere, and when you come in, you have to be ready to crash at any time.

He had not encountered danger before because he was still on the periphery, and after entering it, there was a sudden blade of space. This is the first way, there must be more to come.

Almost split in half by the space wind blade, but he didn't even have a shadow. In Ningcheng's view, it is impossible to grow grass in this endless rubble desert.

If Matsungbo hadn't lied to him, he would have gone in the wrong direction. Unfortunately, Ningcheng does not have a map of Fallen Star Temple, Jade Jane. The only thing he can do is keep moving forward.

The storm that swept through the rubble was gone, and the blades of that abrupt space were more dense. This blade of space is nowhere to be seen and no sign of it. For spiritual monks, the threat is not so great. But for a monk who cannot be externalized, this threat is a constant threat to life.

Ningcheng's consciousness can be outwardly placed around ten characters, and he is still very careful. The ten or so gods are not a safe distance.

Dozens of miles later, the rubble is still underfoot, but the storm is completely gone. One statue after another falls across the crushed rock beach, and occasionally there are some half-cut columns lying upside-down between these broken statues, looking desolate.

At this moment, a terrible scream came. In this open place, Ningcheng heard clearly that the screaming sound was loose.

Something happened to Songchengbo, Ningcheng was even more vigilant. He slightly offset the direction and went along the direction of Songchengbo's screaming. If he can, he doesn't mind helping Songbo.

After half a column of incense, Ningcheng stopped and looked at the statue in front of him. He had a chill in his heart. In front of him was a statue with half his face missing, inserted at an inclined angle on the ground, his feet invisible, and only one arm.

Rationally, Ningcheng has seen too many of these statues, and he doesn't have to get cold. It's not the statue that makes Ningcheng cold, it's the hand of the statue.

The statue has blood on its hands and a rag hanging from its fingers. Ningcheng and Songchengbo were separated for only a few days, and he could see at first glance that this rag was on Songchengbo. Surely, the loose wave screamed just now because the statue in front of him caught him.

It's a little weird that a muddy statue actually grabbed a strongman in a heavenly position like Pine Wave and injured Pine Wave.

Ningcheng's god passed through this muddy statue, and he quickly felt something wrong. The statue is indeed muddy, but it also has muddy blood vessels, muddy bones, and even muddy hearts inside it.

Ningcheng entered the stars and the nerves were already tough, and this muddy statue still numbs his scalp. As a matrix magician and refiner, he doesn't refine puppets, but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to refine them.

This statue is not a puppet, definitely not. On this statue he did not see any carved formations, nor any traces of refining.

Thinking of this strange scenario, Ningcheng was about to take a step back, and suddenly his surroundings solidified. Then the space he was in seemed to no longer belong to him, and the space burst into abrupt depression, and then he approached the hand of the statue with the blood stain on it unlimited.

“Law of space…” Ningcheng shocked, this is the trend to rip him open.

In panic, Ningcheng couldn't help it any longer, and the Nirvana gun in his hand smashed the palm of his hand. His mightiest magic, sunset dusk.

The collapsed space stopped in an instant, and the statue's palm finally didn't cross the chest of Ningcheng, where the Nirvana gun blew into the statue's palm at a paused moment.

“Pfft…” The dull sound of the symphony came, Ningcheng was bombarded out by powerful anti-phage forces.

When he was about to hit another statue, the Nirvana gun in Ningcheng's hand swept back again and struck again. Ningcheng reluctantly landed on the rubble.

Ningcheng shook the Nirvana gun in his hand. The mud that just plastered the compressed space brought him closer, not the laws of space, but just his fire-fighting divinity, was to use the divinity to simulate the divinity of space. If he was truly a spaceman, his instant sunset could not reverse the downturn.

Ningcheng was not shocked by the simulation of similar space sensibilities, but by the muddy palm of the hand. His Nirvana gun and mud plastic palm bombarded each other, making Ningcheng feel clear that this is not mud plastic, but flesh, which means that these mud plastics look like statues, but in fact, like humans, they have flesh.

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