The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng did not know that he had broken a good deed in Gantai, even if he knew, he would not hesitate to withdraw the Moi Chamber of Commerce's starry Qianqi.

Don't say that this metaphor is Mo's, it will be taken away by the dependent merchants, he took it and passed through Mo's posterity acquiescence. Even if he hadn't, he wouldn't have let go if he'd seen the starry sky. What's the last thing he needs? Isn't that just cultivating resources?

Ningcheng was not mistaken, relying on the chamber of commerce's starry energy pulse was suddenly drawn away, the chamber of commerce did not react at all, Ningcheng even left Moi City without panic.

After leaving Moe City, Ningcheng did not go very far, and he sensed the Gantai mythical silk again. He disappeared for half a day and got in touch again.

Ningcheng has understood that Duan Gantai will break the filament. He must have done something, and he doesn't want to let himself know about it. Now that he will recover the filaments, it should be his business.

Ningcheng now has a private matter as well, and he has not lifted the ban on mythical filaments. Duan Gantai doesn't want him to know, and naturally he doesn't want Duan Gantai to know.

But he finally knew why Duan Gantai was so generous and gave him the address of the temple of time. The guy was afraid he was angry and broke the filament, and then the two of them lost touch. Give him the address of the temple of time for one purpose only, which is to rendezvous with the temple in the unlikely event that two people cannot be reached.

“Cunning stuff.” Not far from Moe City, Duan Gantai bit his teeth again. He was sure he was right. He could untie the filament alone. Ningcheng could do the same. He said that Ningcheng was so happy that he promised to do the same thing as him.

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Holy Light Ridge, that name sounds exquisite. In fact, there's nothing here but a desert. Even starry energy is much poorer here than anywhere else. And don't say Holy Light here, even ordinary sunlight is hard to set.

Had it not been for a small temple known throughout Xuanhuang Xinglu, there would certainly not have been many people who knew the Holy Light Hills. This tiny temple also has a powerful name, the Temple of Xuanhuang.

Because of this little temple, Holy Light Ridge is famous not only for the whole of Xuanhuang Xinglu, but also for the constant exchange of monks. The most famous time was before the opening of a mystery in Xuanhuang Xinglu, surrounded by monks who came to worship. All the monks who come to Saint Light Ridge have only one thing to do: go to the Temple of the Xuanhuang in Saint Light Ridge and worship in order to enhance their luck.

In recent years, however, fewer and fewer monks have gone to Holy Light Ridge to worship. The reason is not only that the Temple of Xuanhuang has become more and more ruinous, but also because many monks have found that worshipping Xuanhuang Temple does not seem to enhance their luck. The fallout, too, will fall.

When Ningcheng came to Holy Light Ridge, there was no one there. To be honest, Ningcheng feels that this Holy Light Ridge in front of us can't be called a Ridge at all, it can only be called a small mountain bag.

Hundreds of miles around Holy Light Ridge, all loess, can be said to be grass free. In the distance, it's like a big yellow cloth decorated with a gray black dot. And this black dot, naturally, is the location of the Temple of Xuan Huang, known throughout Xuan Huang Xing Lu, Holy Light Ridge.

Even if the wind is not strong enough, the whole of Holy Light Ridge becomes a sight of a yellow cloak, like a yellow haze covering everything. The sun was obscured by these yellow haze and could no longer fall on the outskirts of Holy Light Ridge.

Ningcheng concealed the flying magic treasure and landed on the loess on the outskirts of Holy Light Ridge. His mind was about to sweep out, and he discovered amazingly that the sky of the yellow monkey, which had been swept by the wind, was instantly quiet.

The dust of the yellow monkey is like a sudden increase in gravity, falling all over the ground. Just a few breathing hours, all around Holy Light Ridge, it becomes incredibly clear. The sand and dust of Huang Meng disappeared and the sun fell directly on the loess of Holy Light Ridge.

There seemed to be a sound of prayer in Ningcheng's ears. Ningcheng stopped and wanted to hear it carefully, but found it disappearing without a trace.

Ningcheng frowned and he felt a little strange. Is it true that this temple in Holy Light Ridge has something to do with its own beads?

Standing there for a while, Ningcheng did not find any abnormalities, so it continued on to Holy Light Hill.

Ningcheng didn't walk fast, and after half a column of incense, this stood at the feet of Holy Light Ridge. A strange feeling poured into his mind, adding something familiar and difficult to say.

The more Ningcheng walks up the hill, the stronger this feeling becomes. At this moment, Ningcheng even wants to turn around and go. But that strong feeling made him want to go up there.

Half-pillar incense again, Ningcheng finally stood in front of the Temple of Xuanhuang. The Temple of Xuan Huang was in ruin, and the temple's eaves were broken in half, but there was something magnificent and solemn rising unconsciously in the heart of Ningcheng, and Ningcheng's subconscious entered the temple gate.

If the outside of the Temple of Xuanhuang is simple enough to be broken, the Temple of Xuanhuang is even worse once you enter it.

The entire temple will not exceed five square feet, with a simple broken futon in the middle, a stone altar in front of the futon, a small shrine behind the altar and a muddy statue in the shrine.

Ningcheng's eyes just landed on the mud statue, buzzing in his head.

A solemn voice sounded in his head, and he seemed to see himself standing in an endless void, over which there was an infinitely powerful man sitting at the edge of the cloud. The colorful light shines from the sky and falls on this mighty man.

Countless people worship the earth, devout prostration. Whether it's a trafficker walker, an emperor general, a brother-in-law...

“Bye bye...”

The sound of

“Sacrifice me and give you great power...”

“Sacrifice me and I will give you no proof...”

“Worship me, I can give you no inheritance...”

“Sacrifice me and give you life for the universe...”

“Worship me...”

At this moment, Ningcheng's whole mind is worship, kneeling, prayer, pious words...

At this moment, Ningcheng's legs were trembling, and a voice kept calling him to kneel and worship. As long as he worships, he gets everything he wants.

But there was another voice in his head, one that kept telling him that it wasn't what he wanted.

Why not? He became a star monk. For what? Isn't it just for the power? Only with powerful power can he take control of his destiny.

Cold sweat fell from Ningcheng's face, and he could not breathe under such pressure. He had no choice but to worship.

No...

A more resilient thought emerges deep in Ningcheng's mind, the most powerful power that no one else can give, the most powerful way, and no one else can give you, you can testify.

Even if someone else gives you strength, the one who gives you strength is stronger than you. The way that others have given you is that you can bear witness, and the man who gave you guidance is stronger than you. Someone else gave you a long heirloom, too, after someone else. Others let you live for the universe, you are also the chess in the hands of others...

From the beginning of his own mind, he believed firmly that pies would not fall from the sky. It used to be, it will be, and it must still be.

Even if he wanted to possess the most powerful power to prove his lack of access, he did so through his own efforts, which must not be done in this way.

“Knock...” Ningcheng's leg is broken, even if he is the strength of the star river body. That pressure is terrible, and it's getting stronger.

Even then, the sound of the worship of \24 He is such a bone, unwilling to do things, dead, uncompromising.

Ningcheng, which forcibly resisted the pressure, seemed to hear a cryptic shock, and then the temptation of worship disappeared without a trace, and the more powerful forces directly bombarded.

Ningcheng's Infinite Green Thunder City was sacrificed to collide with such a powerful force, like a spring thunder burst, roaring.

Just a few breathing hours, Ningcheng's Infinite Blue Thunder City shadow was blown to pieces. That powerful force directly bombarded Ningcheng's Minghai, stopping Ningcheng's suppressed breath.

Ningcheng instantly realized that this is not the power of the yuan, it is also not the power of the star. His Infinite Blue Thunder City is controlled by stars and gods, and cannot be resisted by this mysterious force.

This power he's seen, it's willpower.

Ningcheng immediately remembered the seal he had obtained, the seal bearing Lanyi's true country, and the pale golden seal that he could not recognize as a bird.

When he first obtained the seal and used the seal's wisdom, countless people also appeared in his mind to worship in the temple of Lanyi's true country. The seal was given the will because it was worshipped. Later, he ran out of wisdom in the seal, but the seal remained beside him. Today, he met again with wisdom, which is much, much more than the wisdom in the seal, I don't know.

“Boom...” Ningcheng only understood this, his sea of knowledge was blown away, and a big golden hand directly caught him in the sea of knowledge. Without hesitation, he grabbed the yellow beads hidden in the depths of the sea of knowledge, and the yellow beads made a buzzing sound, seemingly inescapable.

The fierce external forces rushed into the sea of knowledge in Ningcheng, even if Ningcheng is the starry sea of knowledge, at this time it is unbearable, the opening of mouth is a blood arrow.

“Son of a bitch...” First I was asked to worship, and now I still want to rob my Xuan Huang Zhu. Ningcheng's heart's anger exploded like the four seas of Sanjiang.

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