The Gate Of Good Fortune

Everyone, including Ningcheng, is in a deep heart. Don't look at the power of the rules just now, the rhythm sounds, in fact, it's just a gap, not even half the time.

Half an hour, the barbaric days completely suppressed the three strongest ones, away from Phoenix, Miyagi and Shamozi.

Everyone was scared in the back. Without Ningcheng's years of locking the array of gods, they would have killed at least two people.

At this time, Ningcheng's Years Lock Divine Array is cracking. There will be two or three breaths left in sight, and the Years Lock Divine Array will be completely destroyed.

Shaw Mozi felt the breath of death when he was nailed to death. But under the powerful rule power of the sky, he did not say he had fled, but was able to tremble only slowly. This is still Ningcheng's years of locking God's Front controlled the sky, otherwise he will probably be nailed to death by the sky as soon as Dan Guizhou's chief, Dusty Qiutian, can't move and can't move.

Ningcheng was a little chilly in his heart. He tried to overestimate the sky. I didn't expect it to be strong or far beyond his estimate.

It can be said that without the age of locking the array of gods, they would have lost their lives this time, and even a few of them would have been sent here. It still hasn't crossed the path of Heavenly Man's Second Failure. What if Heavenly Man's Second Failure has survived?

The sperm blood burned wildly, and the five-color fissure arrows were finally completely sacrificed and suspended in the void.

At this moment, the roaring Dao rhyme, the rolling force of the rules, all the killing moments and intentions stagnated, and then these killings were completely rolled together by five-color fist arrows.

The grey death scent filled the space of the rule-force, the black arrow gradually falsified in the void, the colorful long bow was like a rainbow, with the power to tear the planet apart, standing before the barbaric sky.

“Five-color fissure arrow…” The sky suddenly stopped, almost word for word.

At last, the shepherd nail nailed Shamozi's eyebrow side. Shamozi moved desperately again, just moving the gap distance. A bloodstain slipped off Shamozi's forehead, and Shamozi smelled the death so close to him.

As long as he moves the nail halfway further, his Numen will be completely imprisoned, then hanged, and his body will collapse directly. With his strength, Shomoko has not been able to escape the repression of the death of the slaughter spike.

At this time, the slaughter nail stopped, and the slaughter nail gradually retracted all the dying engine rhymes. Shaw Mozi had not yet enjoyed the joy of escaping from death, and he felt yet another kind of madness. This killing intent enriches the entire space, no, it should be said that it enriches the entire heavens and earth.

Shao Mozi took a deep breath and forcibly blocked the residual rule power of the slaughter nail that was going to hang his Numen, starting to slowly retreat. He saw that this endless killing machine was not targeted by the sky, but by the horrors of Ningcheng's five-color fissile arrows. It was a slaughter attempt to lock in the sky, Ningcheng shot.

Ningcheng's face was calm, as if he had not heard the words of the heavens, still burning blood in madness, madly inspiring the Divine Spirit.

The five-colored long bow finally turned into a gorgeous shadow, with only killer intentions congregating and only death spreading.

The attacks of the Depression, Blame Shin and Betsy Man have finally hit the heavenly realm.

The illusionized rhyme of the depressed Wangang tree is a shadow of a tree, the shadow of a tree tears the realm of the sky, and the tens of thousands of tree needles cover the body of the sky.

The rhyme of the new attack is the brightest, dozens of glorious even surpasses Ningcheng's five-color fissure arrows. The wind and fire are like kaleidoscopes, tearing apart the already broken areas of the sky.

At the same time, a Dan book hovered over the top of the sky, a Dan rhyme with flame rules, like alchemy, wrapped around the sky, seems to want to refine the sky. This is the Bateman attack, Dan.

Without the Five-Color Rift Arrow, these three attacks, while causing trouble to the sky, are only slightly injured at best. He could have killed Shamozi while he was injured, tore the years of locking the formation, and then grayed away from Phoenix.

As for Ningcheng and the Sung Hou Tian and Qingyi Holy Emperor who were outside, in his eyes, it was an ant. He can be pinched at any time after he abolishes the years of locking the Divine Array.

Now, the sky dares not move. He was locked in by the Five-Color Rift Arrow and forced into him by death, even if he knew that the sooner he was going to escape the Five-Color Rift Arrow, the better, and that he could escape under the Five-Color Rift Arrow, but he did not dare to escape.

If there is only one person in Ningcheng, even if he is locked by the Five-Color Rift Arrow, he can tear the death scent of the Five-Color Rift Arrow and then kill Ningcheng. Even if he escapes the Five-Color Rift Arrow, he will not escape the combined killing of the remaining Mixed Dollar Emperors.

He was sure that he would tear the locks of the five-coloured fission arrows in front of him, after which he would be blown to pieces by the rest of us. He can easily break the combined attacks of several Mixed Dollar Holy Emperors with his own ruling power, but certainly cannot block the full bombardment of several Mixed Dollar Holy Emperors with his own flesh while tearing open the Five-Color Rift Arrow lock.

“Click... Boom... Boom...”

The realm of the barbaric sky is torn to pieces directly by various attacks, infinite dazzling dazzling light, and the flame of the dazzling falling dazzling dazzling dazzle that surrounds the barbaric sky.

Several blades of light cut across the barbaric waist, almost halving the barbaric sky.

And the sky still dared not move. He was waiting for Ningcheng's five-color fissure arrow to fire. Ningcheng was an early Dollar Emperor. Even if he was locked in with the five-color fissure arrow, as long as the arrow fired, he could regain his initiative.

Legend of a five-color fission star arrow has long been heard, and it is said that this arrow is also one of the culprits of the breakdown of the rules of the great vegetarian realm. At the same time, he knew that the threat was minimal only if the five-colored fission arrows were fired.

A Dollar Emperor, even with a five-colored fissure arrow? After the arrow was fired, he could avoid it as well.

Soon after, he knew he was wrong. The Emperor of the early Dollar across the street seemed to possess the power of the horrible Sea of Awareness and the power of the Mixed Dollar.

The surrounding heavens and earth are becoming more and more intentional, and if he continues like this, even if he is barbaric, he will not be able to guarantee that he can escape the Five-Color Rift Arrow. No, it's not that he can't guarantee it, it's that he can't escape the Five-Color Rift Arrow.

“Who are you, so deliberately trying to kill me?” At last, even if he was a true dragon, he was completely suppressed.

Ningcheng's sense of weakness is getting stronger and stronger, and the power of heaven and earth rules under barbaric control is really too strong. Had it not been for the higher the Five-Color Rift Arrow, the more lethal it would have been, he would have been really afraid to guarantee that it would have hurt the sky.

“Bombing” Ningcheng's Minghai finally made a sound, powerful killing intentions finally poured out, Ningcheng was loose, the five-color fissure arrow tore up the surrounding space, with a sharp sound.

All the power of the rules, all the chaotic rhymes, all separated before the five-color fissure arrows. At this moment, there is only death in front of the Five-Color Rift Arrow.

“I'm Ningcheng, Dan's new club. You killed me, Dan Chu Tian and countless Dan Shi, ruined my Dan Chuan, and stained Heavenly City with blood. I swore I would kill you, avenge the dust, destroy your dragon tribe, and hate Dan. I came here today...”

He heard Ningcheng when there were only five colored fissure arrows in his eyes.

If Ningcheng wants to destroy the dragon tribe, let his whole mind roll over, a kind of torn anger filled his mind. Someone dared to destroy his dragon clan, so dare you.

“How dare you...”

With the phrase "barbaric heaven", the rhymes around him were once again loose, and the endless killing intentions of the five-color fist arrows had come to him.

With his hands stretched out, Ningcheng's phrase of annihilating the dragon tribe affected his mind, and he still wanted to catch the five-color fissure arrow. Meanwhile, he still believes he can catch this five-color fissure arrow.

When Ningcheng fired the Five-Color Rift Arrow, saying that he wanted to kill the Brute Sky, destroy the Brute Dragon Nation, and the Brute Sky reached out to grab the Five-Color Rift Arrow, Sung Hou Tian and Qingyi Holy Emperor threw dozens of flags simultaneously.

The rocking years of the Lock Array suddenly contracted, and space and time in the Lock Array seemed to accelerate.

Time is an arrow! Years of age!

The ability to do so will not occur to Ningcheng. Ningcheng has integrated its own magic talents into the formation and arranged them in the age locking formation.

At this moment, the time flow in the Age Lock Divine Array is no longer before, and at this moment, the space in the Age Lock Divine Array is instantly transformed.

The barbaric hand held the five-color fissure arrow, but the five-color fissure arrow directly crossed his palm.

His fateful breath came out of an open mouth with no half change in his gaze. Even if you provoked the years to lock space-time in the array of gods, so what? I can still block this arrow.

The Five-Color Rift Arrow suddenly stopped under the power of the Five-Color Rift Arrow. The Five-Color Rift Arrow was a loose heart. As long as he blocked the Five-Color Rift Arrow, he won.

It is also known that this is the weakest time in his history, perhaps with only one breath of weakness, but this breath he must live through.

Ningcheng did not give him such a breath of time, an illusory arrow shadow with the breath of a dead life nailed to his eyebrows.

At this moment, the time in the Age Lock Divine Array is no longer under his control, but under the control of Ningcheng's Age Divinity. After missing the original trajectory of the Five-Color Rift Arrow, he still blocked the Five-Color Rift Arrow with his natural energy, but he was unable to block Ningcheng's age-old arrow.

Time is like an arrow! Years of age!

Years turned into a long arrow, crucified the brutal sky at the weakest breath of the brutal sky, did not give him half a chance.

Unbelievable looking at the blood dripping down, feeling the chance to disappear momentarily after being nailed by old arrows. He was actually killed by a Taoist emperor under the guise of a five-colour fissure arrow, and then nailed to death with the Age Divinity Arrow.

He raised his head slowly, his eyes gradually loosened, his loose eyes still looking at Ningcheng, still incredible. It wasn't until this moment that he realized that Ningcheng was going to kill his real killer, not with the Five-Color Rift Arrow, but with the Age Lock Divine Arrow. A time like arrows, years like years, it's not that he can't grasp the arrow years in the law of formation, it's that he hasn't thought of the day.

He suspected that Ningcheng's last words of annihilation of the Dragon Clan were also part of killing him, an extremely terrible enemy. Too bad he has so much work to do.

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