The Gate Of Good Fortune

Ningcheng's consciousness penetrates completely, but only feels the rules of the broken heavens and the earth, and completely fails to feel what such a thick space is caused by.

Ningcheng raised his hand and the Psychic Gun appeared in his hand. He seemed a little excited about the Psychic Gun, but he couldn't find out what it was for.

Just as Ningcheng wanted to sacrifice the senseless collapse of the sky, the screams of blue ice came. Ningcheng stopped, he didn't care what happened to Blue Ice.

If the blue ice falls in this place, that would be a good thing for him, and he saved time in pursuit of this woman.

What amazes Ningcheng is that Blue Ice makes a sharp scream, which is completely different from what he knows.

Blue ice forcibly merges the ancient wild wish butterfly realm, eventually losing its intelligence and becoming the spirit of the ancient wild wish butterfly. Even if the scariest thing appeared before her, she wouldn't scream, I'm afraid.

As it turns out, Ningcheng just stopped and saw Blue Ice Canyon's figure dragging hundreds of millions of kilos of mud sand rushing over.

Behind her, Ningcheng found nothing.

The Blue Ice Beatles scattered and ran wildly, screaming sharply. Though she is still slow and ridiculous, her demeanor carries with it an extreme madness.

Ningcheng slightly frowned, surrounded by rhymes, while holding onto the sculpture gun and staring at the blue ice. As long as there was something wrong with the blue ice, he shot the other person in the eyebrow.

Ningcheng quickly felt wrong, blue ice as if he had not been seen, the whole person only screamed and ran away. And what makes Ningcheng even more suspicious is that the power of blue ice is decreasing. Not only did it go down, but it also went down at a rate that was visible to the naked eye of Ningcheng. The rhymes around her also broke apart.

Is Blue Ice's intelligence corroded by the ancient wishful butterfly and about to be lost? No, if that's true, then the power of blue ice should be stronger and stronger, not weaker.

At the moment of Ningcheng's change of mind, Blue Ice has arrived not far from Ningcheng. Ningcheng did not hesitate, the chemical gun was sacrificed and directly bombarded the blue ice.

Blue ice frontal power instantly burst out, blocking the front of the chemical gun. The fierce Taoist rhyme exploded, and the willpower imprint was directly bombarded into nothingness by Ningcheng, also because the willpower imprint suddenly burst out, causing Ningcheng's long gun to shift position and blow on the left shoulder of blue ice.

Blood fog blew up, splashed blue ice on the pale face, blue ice finally awakened from the madness, she stopped and looked at Ningcheng with a glimpse of more light in her eyes.

Cold and icy faces are no longer those of the unpopular paintings of the past, but add a hint of vitality.

Ningcheng put away the long gun and didn't do it again. Blue ice is so rapidly falling that he doesn't have to keep doing it. He faintly felt that something had happened to Blue Ice, which had caused her to crack into the world of wishful butterflies created by the fusion of ancient wishful butterflies.

If so, Ningcheng really doesn't know if it's good or bad for Blue Ice. When Blue Ice merged with the ancient Wild Butterfly to create the May Butterfly Realm, her spiritual soul and life became a full part of the May Butterfly Realm. Once separated, for blue ice, that's the way to die.

Ningcheng's mind swept away, and he felt the same cruelty. Blue ice and ancient wild butterflies blend into each other, and even Blue Ice itself, I'm afraid, cannot be separated. This place doesn't know what it is, but it actually cracks blue ice and may butterfly kingdom, and it's about to split up. Even if the blue ice is due to this meteor, it's a terrible thing.

“Ningcheng, can I ask you something?” Blue ice faces are peaceful, and the madness of destroying too much vegetarianism is just like two people.

Ningcheng knew Blue Ice was going to crash soon, and he nodded, "Ask. ”

“Don't you think I'm pretty? Why was I willing to give my life for you in Lancheng?” Unexpected by Ningcheng, Blue Ice asked an unknown question.

Ningcheng replied calmly, "In terms of appearance, you're beautiful, prettier than most women I've ever met. But when it comes to attraction to men, you don't have any. ”

It's just the truth about Ningcheng. In fact, even if Blue Ice had great appeal, he wouldn't have done anything with Blue Ice at that time. He's a good man, but not a man who can't control his lower body.

What he said to Blue Ice was true, and Blue Ice had a dead face, and even prettier lacked the appeal that women should have.

A glimmer of disappointment appeared on Blue Ice's face, and the rhymes around her were fading away, and the boundaries created by the fusion of ancient wild wishes were slowly separating.

Ningcheng looked at the life about to dissipate blue ice and sighed. Everyone was pursuing the same, but with different means.

The blue ice heart was fierce, and she destroyed even the broken land. It is estimated that the Lan Cheng Wan clan has also become her sacrifice. This woman is too harsh.

But one thing he cannot fail to acknowledge is that Blue Ice pursues the same goal as he pursues. If Blue Ice killed him and wiped out Too Soo, he and Blue Ice's position would have to be transferred. Instead of looking at Blue Ice for questioning before he died, he looked at Blue Ice before he died.

King of defeat, that's the iron rule.

“Blue ice, you look much better now than you did before. At least, I saw it without disgust.” Ningcheng looked at Blue Ice with disappointment and suddenly said one more thing.

Blue ice was sprayed with blood on his face at this time, and his appearance was much worse than it was in the beginning. But at this time, she had an extra vibrant breath.

Sure enough, after listening to Ningcheng, Blue Ice added some light to her eyes, and she suddenly asked, "Would you like me to fix it with you if I asked you now? ”

The light in her eyes was like eagerly expecting Ningcheng to agree. As soon as Ningcheng agrees, she will be with Ningcheng.

“Ah…” Ningcheng looked at Blue Ice in surprise and he couldn't keep up with Blue Ice's thinking at all.

The light in the blue ice eyes suddenly faded, and a faint voice was made in his mouth, “Have mercy on me, how painful...”

After just a few breaths, her breath dissipated without a trace, and her whole person began to falsify, a golden butterfly solidifying over the body that disappeared from the blue ice.

This is an ancient wishful butterfly, which seems to be illusory in shape. Ningcheng did not hesitate half the time, raise your hand to grab this golden butterfly.

He just forgot where he was, and the thick space around him prevented him from moving. The golden butterfly turned into a golden light that went directly into space and was never noticed again.

Ningcheng's face is a little ugly, blue ice falls, and the strength of the ancient Wild Butterfly will definitely be greatly discounted. Even so, Ancient Wild Fluttershy is not a good thing for him. This ancient wishful butterfly is a bit weird, adding a little shadow to Ningcheng's heart.

Unfortunately, there is nothing he can do now, let alone take away the ancient wild butterflies, even if it is difficult to leave this place.

And what Blue Ice said when he was dying made Ningcheng feel a little sad. Despite the fact that he chased Blue Ice all the way here, Blue Ice resonated with him by saying 'Have mercy on my life, how painful...' before he died.

The first time he heard it, he didn't feel that much. Now when Blue Ice is dying, say that to make him feel deeper.

Ningcheng soon left these feelings aside and began to unleash his own consciousness, which was highly adaptable. Wherever you are, God will soon be able to quench.

Ningcheng's god is already strong, and he possesses his own deductive divine power, and in just a few days, his god has been able to form a rulespace around him, in keeping with his moral domain.

The rule space of this party is his, even if his mind cannot penetrate further away, and in this rule space he has no restraint whatsoever. At least under his agglomerated rule space, he will no longer walk one step at a time, just like he did in mud.

Holding on to the chemical gun, Ningcheng continues to diffuse its own consciousness, making the rule space for itself to gather bigger, passing in the direction of the blue ice scream just now. He wants to see what it is that makes the blue ice scream of the ancient world of wild spirits scream, and strips the world of what she has created.

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Not long after Ningcheng, a darkness sprang up.

The infinite darkness is like plunging him into an eighteen hell abyss, and there is no more light.

Ningcheng did not hesitate to sacrifice the sculpture gun, and a gun print blew it out.

Ever since he practiced God, he has no idea what darkness is. For a monk, as long as God is available, even if it is pitch black, not dark, he can still see clearly what is within God.

And at this point, his fleshlight and consciousness are all pitch black. You can't see anything without saying that a dark, repressive smell seeps into your soul and seems to dye his soul black.

“Boom! Boom!” Clearly a void of nothingness, Ningcheng's gun print still blasts over an invisible rhyme, shooting a corrugated rhyme.

Just a few rhythm strikes, the Ningcheng chest burst into dullness, a few steps back, the feeling of darkness at the bottom of the heart is even heavier.

Ningcheng's divine consciousness repeatedly impacted the darkness in front of him, and his heart had now fainted to understand why the blue ice had been frightened out and then rushed back and repaired to weakened.

This is the first time he's seen a rule rhyme, a dark rule. Since practicing, Ningcheng has seen the rules, also derives the rules, but has never seen the rules of darkness, and today he finally sees them.

If there are any other rules that the Divine Spirit has not touched, it is undoubtedly dark.

His eight-stage spiritual roots also have no spiritual roots in the dark system. He has a sense of the rules of darkness or a sense of rhyme. He is completely visualized by the blind, and only stays above the literal understanding.

The blend of blue ice and ancient wild butterflies creates a world of wishful butterflies. In some ways, willpower is equated with a branch of the rules of light. And the rules of darkness, that's exactly what it is. Bidan Master Blue Ice has just been created, may the butterfly world be unstable, plus because of his words, there are traces in his heart. Violated by this powerful rule of darkness, the meditation of inner hesitation immediately collapsed like a bone card.

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