The Gate Of Good Fortune

“It's nature. ”

The voices in the void came, "The path has its size, the avenue is decaying, the trail is decaying, the phantom is decaying, the phantom is decaying. ”

“Then I heard that there are three faults and five faults. If you experience three faults, is it the avenue? If you experience five faults, is it the trail? ”

“Otherwise, experiencing five decays can also be a avenue. The Great Decay and the Little Decay are not measured by the number of times, and I have seen them even if they are strong men who have not experienced the Decay of Heaven. ”

Ningcheng did not ask about it anymore, combined with his previous understanding, he felt that it was the real way to merge his ways. It is completely unnecessary to think about the decay of the heavenly man.

“Senior, there is one more question. Do you know who made the green lotus? ”

Ningcheng was ready to ask the question and walked away. I didn't expect the voices in the void to lose their voice after hearing the Ningcheng question.

Ningcheng waited for half a column of incense and didn't hear the answer, so he couldn't wait any longer. If they don't say so, forget it. Whether or not the woman originally created Green Lotus, since she wanted to kill him, he knew that these were useless. The only way to live is to improve her strength.

Thinking of this, Ningcheng shook his fist and said, “Thank you for teaching me. Goodbye. ”

“Wait...” When Ningcheng was about to leave, the voices in the void called Ningcheng again.

Ningcheng turned back and said, "Wait for the younger generation to think about it before looking for the younger generation. ”

After that, Ningcheng simply stopped ignoring the sound and rushed away. The way out he doesn't have to rush right now, now he's looking for the right way. As for the water, he didn't want to take it out at random. Even if he wants to take it out, wait until he wants to go out and finally find a way out.

……

One hour later, Ningcheng landed on a peak that had been torn to the top, and he estimated that the peak should also be left on a broken planet.

Here you can feel all kinds of heavenly and earth avenue rhymes around you, but the passage of time and heavenly and earth rules are normal. The reason for stopping here is that Ningcheng wants to merge its own avenues here and find a way around.

Ningcheng stands still and the surrounding heavens and earth remain as chaotic as before.

Or the fierce or gentle rules of heaven and earth that continue to flow through Ningcheng's minds. Ningcheng feels the infinity of the place, the variety of avenues, and finally it goes completely silent.

One day, ten days, January...

An initial rhyme formed around Ningcheng, then gradually surrounded him. As the years passed, Ningcheng as a whole did not have infinite rhymes.

In the beginning, Ningcheng was still trying to actively blend the rhymes around itself and find a way to blend ways. By the back, Ningcheng was completely out of it, and all six senses had been stripped off, intertwining with the surrounding rhymes.

Some of the rhythms that he had once realized but could not grasp the essence of, appeared once again clearly between Ningcheng's ideas.

“The avenue is the same and different way, consistent and thoughtful...”

“Wherever there is no stem, no leaves, no pride. Wherever there are hundreds of millions of stems, hundreds of millions of flourishes… everything is alive, everything is dead, everything is scattered, everything is together… ”

“The Husband Daoist is a multitude of hundreds of millions in one, and can then look at its success...”

……

Billions in one, billions in one...

Dao Rhyme rolls like a vast sea of smoke!

Ningcheng did not reach the killing world for long, and he did not know that peace and stability were changing anywhere and anytime. Not even this giant peak where he is. It is the result of infinite vertical rhythms, flowing through countless years.

At this time, when Ningcheng was completely caught in his own avenue, the steady heavens and the earth around him began to become agitated. The rules of turmoil have also gradually penetrated, and before that the rules of heaven and earth were quite complete, and at this moment they have burst apart.

Ningcheng was slowly surrounded by chaotic and shattered time rules in which Ningcheng had no idea. He had no idea he was in space, and the rules of time had changed because of changes in the rules of heaven and earth. It is no longer that unusual flow of time, but rather that of a time array, rapidly passing through the rhythm of the rhyme.

When a tacit rhyme is about to be caught, impacted by this sudden flow of time rule, Ningcheng immediately loses its sense of impending capture.

Inside, Ningcheng felt that its space rules had changed and no longer seemed to be the complete rules of heaven and earth. In his perception, in order to be compatible, he must be in a space with full rules of heaven and earth.

It's as if the world of Too Vegetarian can't work together, because the rules of Too Vegetarian heaven and earth are incomplete.

But at this time, Ningcheng did not want to wake up from that awareness. He went into this state and spent a lot of time, looking at the sense of symbiosis that was about to be caught, and suddenly disappeared.

The rules of heaven and earth are broken. How do you feel about the Avenue? But why does he still have the feeling of touching his own avenue?

If you can capture your own avenue in this situation, why do you have to pursue the kind of avenue that others say is full of rules?

It's best if it's right for you. So what if the rules of heaven and earth are incomplete? Since it's my avenue, that's my rule. Heaven and earth rules are derived from heaven and earth, my rules are derived from my avenues...

Ningcheng more and more invented and realized his clear message. At this time, don't say the broken rules of heaven and earth around him. Even the space surrounded by the temporal rhythm was ignored by him.

Beneath this space, Ningcheng began to merge with his avenue. Some fierce rhyme blades pass through the rhyme space surrounding Ningcheng, except that these fierce blades have not been fired upon Ningcheng, and Ningcheng's body is strangely twisted.

Those rhymes, without exception, were avoided by Ningcheng. At this time, he was the way, and the way was him, and he was in infinite proximity to his own path.

One year, ten years…

The peak of the Mixed Yuan, the Mixed Yuan is satisfactory...

In this shattered space of rules, Ningcheng himself does not know how much time has passed, and he is still merging with his own ideas. His cultivation is constantly intensifying, and there are still no signs of half-minded rhymes.

The peak at his feet, which had been cut off from the top of the mountain, had long disappeared in endless violent rhythms. Even where Ningcheng stands itself is not where it was. Just because his avenues were becoming more and more integrated, he was wrapped up in the middle by bringing together all sorts of broken rules around him. His side of the spectrum, too, rolls around in the rhythmic space of the killing world.

Time, space...

In the space of Ningcheng Fusion Avenue, these are all disordered and none of them have the same rules.

Ningcheng remained silent and even ignored the passage of time in his space, blending his own avenues. Unlike others, he hasn't been around long since his promotion to the Mixed Dollar. Even if he had a yellow face and a sense of origin, he lacked the accumulation of years.

Hedao was a water-to-channel thing, and maybe after countless years, he suddenly experienced some kind of opportunity, and naturally the Hedao succeeded.

But now he has to force himself into the right direction. 'Cause if it doesn't work, he's gonna die.

He had a sense of turning back to the Bodhisattva and had his own understanding of the Avenue. Perhaps it wasn't enough, but he came to the killing world.

There are endless meteorites, and even if they do, some of their ideas still exist. These existential beliefs are either strong or weak. More importantly, there are all kinds of attribute rhymes here.

Ningcheng is now a practitioner of spiritual roots. It is even more difficult for such practitioners to combine their rhythms. The infinite rhythm of the killing world is like letting him fall into a repository of rhythm memories, all of which have their attributes.

“A hundred years, a thousand years...”

I don't know how long it took before Ningcheng's entire body shocked and opened its eyes. The next moment, the rolling track rhymes rolled around him.

When a moral rhyme sounds in the void, Ningcheng feels that its entire people have become completely different and the rules between heaven and earth have become clearer. Even if he were under the space of the rules of fragmentation, he felt he was about to take control of the rules of that space.

A clear and brilliant enlightenment swept up Ningcheng's mind, and Ningcheng suddenly swept!

“My path is nothing like Xuan Huang, not Yi Xuan Huang! ”

“My way blends into my own way, and everything is one! ”

“Out of my way, beyond the rules, beyond the source! ”

“My way, mate! ”

……

The rolling track rhymes can't be rolled after the syntax, even if the killing world is full of sounds, it can't stop the sounds of the Ningcheng syndicate.

A strong rhyme rule derives from Ningcheng itself, and the smell around Ningcheng is stronger and stronger even if it stands still in the distance.

“Knock!” The ruptured time rule space that originally wrapped around Ningcheng burst unnoticed, and the rhymes around Ningcheng became stronger rather than weaker. The fractured rhyme rule scent was blown away by the fierce rhyme scent before approaching Ningcheng.

Ningcheng's heart was full of excitement and flutter, and his chest was full of excitement. He caught the clear and incredible rhyme, and the smell of the rules around him, whether broken or complete, was even clearer between his thoughts.

At this moment, the most grateful person in Ningcheng is reading cigarettes. Reading cigarettes told him not to rely too much on Xuan Huangzhu or even use Xuan Huangzhu Road.

He had indeed moved the idea of using the Yellow Pearl Pathway, and now he feels the strong and bright prospects of his path. Not everyone can do it. He can do it.

“Boom” was another sound, Ningcheng watched with surprise the sudden suspension of the Psychic Gun. He could not have imagined that after he had made his way, the chemical weapon also devoured Heaven and Earth Dao Rhyme and succeeded in another promotion, from a medium grade artifact to a fine artifact.

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