The Gate Of Good Fortune

Beyond a space crack in the heavenly and earth gods' tomb, Xing Xi looked up at the void, and the rolling rhythm continued. In her experience, one cannot fail to know who has succeeded in this path, and who has succeeded in this path, she knows, is the ant she hunted before.

Her face was a little ugly, she was prepared, she was still entered into the slaughter world of the tomb by this ant, and she was successful in her journey.

The thought of two guys she was going to kill, all succeeding together in front of her eyes, raised an anger in her heart. At the same time, she had some regrets. If she stopped directly from the sky, instead of using her own mindset to stop there, where would this ant go? I'm afraid she killed me a long time ago.

Unfortunately, she had not taken it seriously before. The reason why she didn't pay attention was because she wasn't sure Ningcheng owned a chemical treasure. It wasn't until Ningcheng smashed her mind apart that she gradually became clear.

Watching the space crack of Dao Rhyme, Xing Xi hesitated for a long time and gave up her intention to enter.

The killing world of the Divine Graveyard is unknown, but she knows it clearly. There are too many strong people here, and even if she goes in now, there's a chance of a meteor.

Xing Xi clenched her fist. Do you want to keep hunting?

Before Ningcheng did not go together, he and Yammer joined hands to sacrifice the Seven Bridges Shentong, and she still ate a small loss. At this time, both of them have succeeded together. What would she do if they sacrificed the Seven Bridges?

Don't say Ningcheng, the ant named Yammer, she hasn't killed it in so long.

Staring at the crack for a long time, Xing Xi finally dismissed his intention to continue pursuing Ningcheng and Yimer. In her original mind, Ningcheng would not necessarily succeed in the next 10,000 years. I didn't expect Ningcheng to succeed in less than six months.

Looking at the strength of two strong people who may also possess the power to make treasures, Xing Xi is getting closer and closer. When Xi is in a position to make a decision, she needs to improve the green lotus as soon as possible, and then improve her own avenue.

She wastes her time here, urging her opponents to keep moving forward. She herself could have guessed that Ningcheng would not have fled as much as the killing world had it not been for her persecution. We cannot succeed so quickly without fleeing into the killing world.

Whether Ningcheng comes out or not, she can't stay here.

Xing Xi, as the owner of the cultural treasure, once he decided on the matter, turned decisively and rushed out of the tomb without half hesitation.

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I don't know if it was Ningcheng's illusion, but after he felt he was on the right track, the rules of broken rhythms around him seemed much weaker.

The Ningcheng god swept out, still a piece of gray, and his god could not reach further away.

Ningcheng wants to go out immediately after the road. If he could find the Holy Patriarch, the two of them would work together to build the Seven Bridges, perhaps without fear of the woman. After all, when he was in the mixed dollar, his strength varied too much.

It's not that Ningcheng doesn't want to stay here. Despite the dangers here, even with his present strength, he could be killed anytime, anywhere. There are also many treasures in this killing world, and there must be great gains to stay here.

Ningcheng was too anxious for the safety of the vegetarian world. He had indeed arranged a backhand. After all, it's not a good thing that these backhanders are on someone else.

He succeeded in that time-rule space, even more than a thousand years later. How much time has passed outside the killing world, Ningcheng itself has no bottom.

After a day passed, Ningcheng knew that the voices in the void had been silent. At this point, he doesn't even know the direction.

There are endless voids covered in gray, infinite rhymes, and infinite visions of magic.

The only thing that doesn't is the way out.

Gotta go back and look for that void in the void, trade him. Ningcheng was thinking about it. A horrible void exploded.

The rhymes are pervasive and the rules of space are completely collapsed. At a time when he seemed unbroken void, a crevice gutter burst like a spider web, forming endless black gaps one after the other.

Is this the legacy of the war? Ningcheng looked at the scene in shock. If the remnants of the Taoist fiction were so horrible, how terrible was the Battle of Creation?

Does the void crack like the web lead to another interface? Can you even get out of there? Ningcheng thought so in his heart, but did not dare to go.

Even if he succeeds, in the face of this horrible rhyme, there is still only one dead letter close to him.

At this moment, a blue lotus shadow burst out. Lotus shadow and a huge bronze clock burst together and Taoist burst again.

Ningcheng was completely stuck. He was sure that the green lotus shadow was the green lotus of the five great treasures. What treasure is the bronze bell? It's too exaggerated to fight down so hard against Chlorinated Green Lotus that it didn't leave a single threshold.

The treasure of the world is more than just a chemical treasure.

Ningcheng got more excited. He suddenly wondered if he could find the whereabouts of the bronze bell...

Thinking of such a treasure, Ningcheng forgot to even realize the rules of the Divine Spirit, thinking wholeheartedly about where the bronze clock had fallen.

Ningcheng just thought of this place and felt a slight cold breath ignoring his realm, penetrating directly into his sea of knowledge.

An icy and extremely uncomfortable gush came, and he felt a glimmer and pain in his sea of awareness.

Someone robbed him while he was watching the war? Ningcheng quickly affirmed that, yes, there was indeed a ransom against him.

Ningcheng was furious and laughed back, and someone took him away from him. You know, the last thing he fears is usurpation.

But Ningcheng soon became nervous. His power of the Infinite Blue Thunder City could not be exercised at all. The firewalls of the Star River flame seemed completely unstoppable from the spirit of the usurpation.

Ningcheng also saw for the first time a usurped soul ignoring his galactic flames, knowing that any soul or Numen God has a natural constraint in front of the flames. Besides, what level is his galaxy flame? That's one of the most powerful flames.

“Oh, the stars know the sea, and the top flames? No, there is also the original smell...” The soul of the city of Shenin is increasingly amazed in the knowledge sea in Ningcheng. By the end, this amazement has become a complete surprise. “This is the smell of the chemical treasure, the original chemical treasure, it is not only the Xuan Yellow Pearl...”

“Hahahahaha...” A laugh came along, and the next moment a giant black fog gathered directly over Ningcheng's star flame, trying to extinguish Ningcheng's intelligence.

Ningcheng just remembered, if the other party is ordinary, how can it penetrate his sea of knowledge while he is not paying attention? You know, he's a good man too.

The guy who wants to take his ransom from him is definitely the strong among the strong.

Blitz! Blitz!

At this moment, Ningcheng completely ignored that its knowledge of the sea would be damaged, and the divine consciousness continued to blow up, rolling up a path of divine blade and bombarding the soul of the recapture.

After Ningcheng's senses exploded, the Yuan Shen stagnated and the black fog hand slowed down.

Ningcheng's heart was gloomy, and he wasn't happy about it. The reason this soul is not afraid of the holy flame is not because it is too high, but because of a very special reason. His mind exploded, and he could only suppress this spirit briefly. He could not traumatize his opponent at all.

At this moment, the frozen space, the three realms of the ages, and even the broken fingers were passed by Ningcheng, and he discovered in despair that nothing could hold this divine soul.

The Taoist master he gathered, in the sea of knowledge, could not stop the ravages of the Numen.

This way? The concentrated Daoist master gradually smashed Ningcheng's divine explosion, crushing Ningcheng's divine mind again.

The Seven Bridges, and the Seven Bridges...

How could Ningcheng care less that he never sacrificed the Seven Bridges in the Knowing Sea? At this moment he did not hesitate to sacrifice the Fourth Yellow Springs Bridge.

The green arch just formed and the rolling yellow river swept down. The rhythm of the rolling track swept into Ningcheng's knowledge of the soul in the sea with an intense pubic aura.

“Fourth Yellow Springs Bridge? This is the Seven Bridges of the Yin Dynasty?” It was another shock to seize the soul of the city of Shenin.

Ningcheng's Numen have stood on the fourth Yellow Springs Bridge, waving a rolling long river rhyme. In this shocking shock of the divine soul, Huangquan Bridge locked the divine soul directly and hung the dark hand back.

Ningcheng was surprised, although Huangquan Bridge was unable to destroy this god who took his soul, at least it was bound.

In this fierce struggle to seize the soul of the gods, Ningcheng did not hesitate to sacrifice the fifth bridge to life.

Under the long orange arch, the big black fog grinder began to grind, and the endless rhymes turned into nothingness in the grinder. Whether a man is a god, a soul or a flesh, as long as it falls on this big black grinder, it is illusory.

“To live, to live, to live, to live! ”

The rhymes on the Bridge are getting stronger and stronger, the soul snatching that was already blocked by the Yellow Springs Bridge, and a burst of sharp noise in the black grinding trail rhyme.

Ningcheng shocked himself in the dark. This soul is too powerful. The big black grinder on the Bridge couldn't get rid of him, and you can see that this guy is definitely an amazing person.

Sixth Shore Bridge, out!

Sixth, the other side of the bridge has not yet been fully formed, and the Taoist scent has gathered.

As the rhyme swings, the breath in the middle of the Red and White Broken Bridge becomes more and more amazing. Mandalore on the Red Broken Bridge and Mandalore on the White Broken Bridge are also getting clearer and clearer under this awesome rhyme.

“The flowers have flowered for hundreds of millions of years, and the leaves will never be seen...”

Originally on the black grinding disc of the raw bridge, the soul burst into a sharp chirp, a blurred arm was directly rolled away by the large grinding disc of the raw bridge, falling between the broken bridges of the other bridge.

After falling into this broken arm, the Taoist rhyme grew stronger, with the red Manjutsa and the white Mandolo.

(That's all for today's update, good night, friends!

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