The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng has seen the Kung Fu dynasty, it is indeed a branch of Fate dynasty. Just cultivated to the back, completely deformed, became a desirable way of life.

In addition to cultivating themselves, this practice can also strengthen itself through a shortcut, which is the ability to absorb the worship of believers. At the time, Ali also briefly told Ningcheng about his willingness to practice kung fu, and Ningcheng also roughly understood the cultivation path of his longing destiny.

The more devout the faithful, the purer and stronger the will. The purity of wisdom is essential for cultivating the soul of the destiny of wisdom.

A Mars was swept in by the power of the minds of the broken soul, and the dry firewood under Yu Qingfeng's altar was burned.

Ningcheng was restless in his heart, but his expression appeared so calm, even with a smile, singing softly, “I don't know my life, I can't fit. And the sun and the moon shall not shine when the heavens and the earth shall not shine, nor shall the grass and the trees be born. There is no desire for life, there is no cultivation, and there are many memories. I pray for my pure soul, I voluntarily pray for my life, for my emperor, to sacrifice my life for my emperor...”

Ningcheng's singing continues, while stepping on dry wood to the altar. The flames burned Ningcheng's clothes in an instant and began to burn his hair and skin.

This is done because Ningcheng knows too much about the cultivation of the fate of the dream. The pure soul's willingness is no stronger than the pious willingness to voluntarily contribute.

Yu Qing's soul is pure, but Yu Qing is obviously unwilling to be burned to death. He is unwilling to use his soul and life to grow and cultivate the wreckage of his wish. But Ningcheng was different. He sang this, and even in his heart, he was really willing to stand up and give his life to the soul of the longing, which was the most wanted by the spirit of the wishful people.

Ningcheng Xiuyu lost, after all, he is a hybrid strong man, that implicit powerful God's soul wisdom, let the May family's wretched soul have long left Yu Qing aside.

Can this pure, voluntary, powerful soul and sacrificial life be mixed with another soul? So when Denning City walked to the altar, it was easy to pull Yu Qing away from the altar cylinder.

“You better go.” Yu Qing smelled the burning smell of her skin on Ningcheng, screaming anxiously. What Ningcheng had said was true and she had long been reluctant to think about it. A man who risked his life to save her, even a lie, was sincere to her.

No one has voluntarily been burned to save her since she remembered.

How can this pain and suffering endure the past when the flames have not yet burned on her, when she has all felt the pain, and Ningcheng has already been lit? And she could only watch Ningcheng burn in front of her. The feeling made her unbearable, she preferred to burn herself.

Tearing pain travels from Ningcheng's skin to the heart and penetrates deepest into the soul. Even if Ningcheng had suffered all sorts of terrible wounds, none of them had been burned by the flames. Before he refined his body, he could eventually work his way to resist, and even use Dan medicine to help. And now he's raw enough to let the flames burn.

“Brother Ning...”

“Brother...”

The voices of the Hua and Yi brothers and sisters came, anxious. The three men also came a long way, apparently trying to pull out the fire heap and rescue Ningcheng.

“Ningcheng, go, I believe you...” Yu Qing almost cried out, she didn't know where the courage came from, dragged Ningcheng out of the fire.

Ningcheng knew that he could not leave. If he did, could the spirit who practiced the Gong Dynasty stop? From that flame did not burn Yu Qing, he knew clearly.

He grabbed Yu Qing's arm, twisted his face, and said in a sandy, almost impossible to hear clearly, "You don't have to worry about it, you don't owe me anything... you froze to death for me in previous life, this life let me burn for you...”

He fears that Yu Qing will have traces in his heart if he succeeds in training in the future. After saying this, he grabbed Yu Qing and used all his strength to throw him out. At the same time, he shouted, "Screaming Hana, remember, if anyone dares to bully Yu Qing, kill him without forgiveness...”

“No...” Yu Qing didn't even say the next word, and was thrown over the flame by Ningcheng to scream three people.

“Boom!” At the moment Yu Qing was thrown out of Ningcheng, the fire completely exploded, and people outside could no longer see the shadow of Ningcheng, it was a small volcano. Running to the nearest scream Hana three people held Yu Qing, staring at the flaming hill. This flame, they can only see.

As Yu Qing was thrown out and the flame burst out, ‘clicking’ sounded like a shackle was suddenly broken inside Ningcheng. Infinite Taoism came together, the otherwise unreleaseable God suddenly stretched out, the Divine Divinity rose wildly, and Taoism gathered around Ningcheng.

A kind of ecstasy surged to Ningcheng's mind. His trail marks were sending Yu Qing out, replacing the moment Yu Qing was burned by fire, and repaired into the same fanaticism. When he is restored, this mortal fire will have no effect even if it burns him for a millennium.

The rhymes are pervasive and restored, and the burned flesh is no longer tormented in the flames, but is a nirvana, and the strength of the flesh is rapidly returning.

The Ningcheng god immediately swept out, and the next moment he saw the remains hidden over the Blessed Temple.

Ningcheng raised his hand without hesitation and grabbed the past. A scream of tears came. May the soul be bound by the space of Ningcheng. Without a little resistance in the palm of Ningcheng's hand, it will be extinct as a flying gray spirit.

The beautiful temple of prayer, at this moment of insane collapse, turns into a ruin.

Rolling thunder sounded dull in the air, Ningcheng just wanted to yell, his repair was restored. Boulevard marks were repaired and restored, and his strength came directly to the late Mixed Dollars.

Though it has not yet been touched upon, it is only a matter of time. With the help of the Bodhisattva, he had long seen the path of sympathy.

A terrible whirlpool of space pressures swept in and the surrounding space began to split apart. That horrible vortex sucks, as if Ningcheng were going to inhale the void completely the next minute.

Ningcheng knew exactly what was going on, because his strength was restored, the rules were too strong, and the interface could not bear it. But Ningcheng didn't care. With his strength, he wanted to converge his rhythm, and then stood on this low-level interface, which was perfectly possible.

Just as Ningcheng wanted to converge on his rhyme rules, a familiar rhyme of terror pounced on him.

Ningcheng's heart trembled and he was too familiar with the rhyme. When he was above the abyss of Taiyi, he was captured once by the hand mark, which was far from powerful at that time. This time he felt the rhyme more than a thousand times more powerful than the original clap print.

Get out of here. You can't stay here. This is Ningcheng's only thought, and when he came together, he didn't make any resistance, letting that crazy whirlpool suck him away.

This rhythmic vortex suction is due to the fact that he is too strong to allow him to stay on the lower interface. Ningcheng can resist, now he dares not resist.

Once he resists this vortex suction, the breath familiar fingerprints will definitely blow on this interface. Whether he's an opponent or not, that horrible momentum will blow up, and this low-level interface will definitely be blown to pieces.

Ningcheng felt the powerful smell of the maggots as they followed the whirlpool into the void.

Ningcheng relieved himself. The strength of this man must be far stronger than him, stronger than him, and even more than a few grades.

But as long as this man follows him, just ignore the low-level interface where Sandcastle is. Otherwise, he is incapable of stopping it.

Ningcheng fled wildly in the void, and that breath followed wildly behind. Ningcheng did not know how many interfaces he had escaped and how many voids he had crossed, but the handprint was still behind him.

Too slow, Ningcheng knew that it was the strong breath behind him, just the sensation of the strong. The reason for this is that the strong man is so far away from him that once the strong man comes after him, he will never escape.

When another space vortex appeared in front of Ningcheng, Ningcheng directly entered Xuan Huangzhu and let Xuan Huangzhu automatically become involved in the space vortex.

Xuan Huangzhu has long been his thing, no one will ever feel it without his consent.

……

Bring Sandcastle to a complete silence at this time. Before Ningcheng replaced Yu Qing into the fire, it was no big deal.

The thunder rolled in the air, and everyone stood clearly in the open space, where the sound of the thunder rolled over also felt an oppression of death. Good thing it disappeared in that moment of oppression, and then all people could see and feel was the collapse of the Blessed Temple.

After a long time, when the smell of death oppression disappeared, suddenly someone in the crowd screamed softly, “Huh, how do I feel about wishing the emperor no longer existed? ”

“I feel it too, and I don't have the same thought of praying on my knees anymore...”

No one said it was okay. Someone said it, which prompted a different voice. "The palm teacher was so vicious, he was finally condemned by God. This place was also smashed into pieces by the thunder...”

“Yes, these people are so vicious...”

One sound is turned into ten, ten into a hundred, and then countless voices are formed. May those followers of the Emperor begin to sneak back, because they themselves have lost that idea of prayer.

Mars has lit up, and even if they retreat, there is no way to stop it. Countless people rushed towards the believers, and countless people were killed together.

Back there, you can't even tell who's a believer and who's not.

Seeing the owners of the city of Sha did not care much, but began calmly to mobilize the army to calm down. He knew that after this incident, Sandcastle would no longer have that monthly sacrifice, nor would he have any instruction from the Emperor.

……

In the mixed squares, men have long been scattered, leaving only traces of blood and chaos in the land. Only Yu Qing stood by the altar and was trampled to the ground. Behind her were three people screaming.

Dream, Ningcheng, altar, fire, previous life, present life...

These scenes were all mixed up in her head, and she couldn't tell which one was real or which was fake.

Only Ningcheng's sentence is still clear, “You don't have to worry about it, you froze to death for me in previous life, this life let me burn for you...”

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