The Gate Of Good Fortune

The arrows converged wildly around the killing momentum, forming a vortex substance. Far away, the more the killer around the arrows converges, the more frightening the momentum becomes, while the arrows diminish.

A skinny man has escaped Ningcheng's rules of time and he is blushing. Only he knew that Ningcheng's infinitely murderous arrow did not threaten him. The real threat to him is the kamikaze in the sea, which is absolutely the true kamikaze. If he had no way to resist, his sea of knowledge would be crumbled by this divine knowledge, just a few breaths away.

A thin man opens his mouth to a blood arrow, and his rhythm spills all the more. His Sea of Awareness contains a more powerful power of the Divine Spirit, sweeping in front of Ningcheng's demise. The senses that burst into the skinny man's sea of awareness pause instantly, while retreating at the festival. Ningcheng is equally unbearable and bloody.

The demise was suppressed, and Ningcheng knew immediately that it was bad, and that the weak man was too powerful. He can't even kill this guy with the law of time, just a moment later, when this man is expelled from his mind, he is dead.

Besides, there's a nine-prince waiting beside us. Even if he throws out the hanging plates at this time, it's useless. This skinny man is powerful enough to be more powerful than both Red Ron and Nine Princes.

The divine consciousness is entirely supported by Ningcheng's sea of consciousness, but Ningcheng dares not burn the divine consciousness at all. He must remain energetic against the Nine Princes.

The fake five-color fissure arrow is still gathering momentum, but neither Ningcheng nor the skinny man cares about it at this time. Even if this arrow is fired, it won't do much. That agglomeration of killings is just a superficial phenomenon.

“Pfft...” Once again, the divine consciousness was bombarded, and Ningcheng bled out again.

At this time, a shadow of nothing appeared in Ningcheng's god. Ningcheng's heart was even more shady, and he knew that the Nine Princes had appeared.

He must not be made aware of his situation at this time, nor must he be made to do so.

Where else can Ningcheng take care of its own heart at this time? There's no life left, even if it's a big way of sucking stars, he can't take it anymore. Once the god is expelled from the other god, he does not have a chance to perform the dark phagocytosis.

God, devour me!

A black whirlpool, invisible to the naked eye, swept up in the sea of perception of a lean man, who immediately felt that he had almost taken the upper hand of the god as if he had been devoured by something and suddenly disappeared. His eyes were about to break free of his obstruction, and he was anxious to promptly inspire God again.

But he burst out of the god again, just as he was devoured by the black vortex.

“This is a poisonous dark phagocyanism...” The skinny man opened his mouth and tried to scream wildly, but his voice was utterly chopped off by God.

The divine consciousness broke free of the sea of awareness of a thin man, as if it were an iron currents running down the road. The seven tricks of a skinny man spilled blood, his sea of awareness completely collapsed, and threatened Ningcheng's massive shear powerlessness to land on the ground. At this time, the arrow in Ningcheng's hand shot out.

The colorful world completely obscures the two of them, with only the 'kill momentum' spreading. It should be said that only false killings spread around weak men who had already collapsed.

“Boom...” The skinny man's head was directly torn open, while the five-colored fissure arrows disappeared without a trace.

Ningcheng grabbed a thin man's ring in his hand, paralyzed the floor and swallowed several pieces of Dan medicine. Without disguise, his face was pale, even though his mind was still strong. But Ningcheng knew that many of these senses were devoured. It is not his consciousness that remains in the sea of knowledge; it is not a blessing for him, but a scourge.

He must not refine these gods in the way of the Dark Spirit Roll and treat them as if they existed. Once he does, he can no longer climb up. This thing is definitely like drug use, once refined, there will be a second or third time...

Whether it's luck or not, these gods are still useful to him now. Because Jiuzhu had walked in not too fast, he looked at the thin man who had been slaughtered by the Ningcheng gods, hey, smiled, “Ningcheng, you are the first genius I have ever seen. A small, eternal medium can take out a half-step trail of Ting Zheng. I wonder if you could shoot me again? I'm really looking forward to it. ”

“You want my five-color fissure arrow?” Ningcheng slowly stood up and once again had an additional black arrow in his hand.

Even knowing that Ningcheng could never fire a second five-color fissure arrow, Ningcheng's eyes began to shrink when he saw the black arrow in his hand.

“In addition to this five-color fissure arrow, there is also a live chassis. If I'm not mistaken, you have my drives too. Ning Cheng, I admire you, you hand over your soul and sign a servant contract with me, I can spare you once.” The Nine Princes chilled.

If I hadn't felt the smell of a raw pan on Ningcheng, I would have done it a long time ago. At this time, his realm was completely locked in Ningcheng. Ningcheng had a weak breath, which he had long felt.

Ningcheng even more understands, no wonder it has endured the present. I don't suppose his drives are any bright and magnificent, maybe he's hiding them from his father.

For whatever reason, Ningcheng knows he can't stay here long. He had no choice but to deal with the Five-Color Rift Arrow. Knowing that he would be weak after firing this arrow, Ningcheng did not hesitate to inspire the gods and the stars.

The black arrow hovered in front of Ningcheng, and the arrow burst out with a long, five-coloured bow. The grey smell of death quickly spread and the surrounding killing winds swept. At this moment, the heavens and the earth have changed their colours, and everything has lost its living dominion.

Death breath, horror killing, space killing...

It slowly swept up, forming a vortex-like void that condensed into a grey death scent.

He stared at Ningcheng in horror and dared not move.

“How could you possibly shoot a second arrow? This is absolutely impossible...” The murmur of a dull voice is not madness, but fear. Even if Ningcheng goes against the sky, it will not be possible to fire two arrows in a row in the eternal realm.

The first time he faced a five-color fissure arrow, he escaped because he had a double, and this time he had no double.

Ningcheng is not sad and happy, and the stars and the gods are still madly pressed against the barbarians. If he can kill nine times, he can kill twice.

The fierce realm of space began to collapse, and everything around it was wildly swept away by the gray killing intent of the five-color fissure arrows. Ningcheng's hair gradually withered and his face grew pale.

The black arrows are getting lighter and lighter, the colorful bows are getting more and more spotty, and the grey death scent is getting stronger...

This gray killing intent is essentially different from the gray killing intent of the previous arrow, if it is the shape that precedes it, and this time it is the real substance.

“I see...” He finally understood that the arrow before Ningcheng was fake. Ningcheng simply had a fake five-color fission arrow, and Ningcheng knew he was looking for him, which created the illusion that a fake arrow was being refined.

“You can't kill me, put down your arrow...” Knowing that Ningcheng can't even put down this arrow himself, Ningcheng still screams wildly.

If his body collapses again this time, that's all he'll ever have to do. He is absolutely unwilling. He also has to take control of the entire Brute Dragon Nation. He wants to be the top strong man in the Tai Su world...

“Cut...” The colorful speckles around the five-color fissure arrow scattered and a breath of death erupted.

His Numen fled at countless speeds faster than the light shadow at a moment when a five-color fissure arrow ripped his body apart.

Ningcheng's blood just erupted, and he heard the screaming of the Ningcheng Ningcheng Yuan God, “Ningcheng, you dare to lay down the Yuan God sleeping array, you dare to kill me... you...”

Where would Ningcheng care about the menace of the Ningzhu, he was escaped by the Ningzhu several times, he was already ready. This guy can't even grab his way out, can he? Set up the Numen's Trapped Array for this time.

A star river flame was thrown out, and the souls of the nine gods were extinguished.

Unfortunately, he was too tired after killing a skinny and weak man. There is no longer the strength to preserve the Ring of Nine Points, but to let it blow up with the Ring of Nine Points.

After half a column of incense, Ningcheng will be exhausted after handling the battle scene. He can only summon the cattle and let them take him away from this place.

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Despite the opening of the Tesseract, it is the biggest thing in all the Sects of the Tesseract domain. But the Dragon Emperor, as a Dragon tribe, still stays in the ruins of Tai Su. Five-color fission arrows are too important to him. If he has five-color fission arrows, even if he is not a Mixed Dollar Emperor, Mixed Dollar Emperor should be constrained against him.

The Brute Dragons were bright on the surface and had actually made their way down. He could not help but understand. Or if it hadn't been for the great gates of Tian Tian Town, the great dragon tribe would have been gone. The dragon tribe has not succeeded, so far there has not been a hybrid emperor, apart from the brutal sky. Even he himself has been stuck in the Dow for over 100,000 years.

But the ancient ancestors had never appeared after the crossroads. In case anything happens, who can the Dragons rely on? Still depends on him as a dragon emperor.

In the finest compartment of the Tai Su Ruin Restaurant, you can take a sip of spiritual tea on the casual table. Five-color fission arrows can't be found out whether they landed on a poisonless hand or an unintentional monk or still on that Ningcheng. This Fabao, he is quite sure of the mountain.

After a sip of spiritual tea, I haven't had time to put the cup on the table. The face of the mountain is quite different. Then he smashed the teacup in his hand and slapped the table in front of him into nothingness. He suddenly stood up and shouted, "Who dared to kill my son? ”

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