The Gate Of Good Fortune

Young men are clearly not rivals of middle-aged clerics, and with middle-aged clerics first, the protective boundaries around the young man were directly blown away. By the time the young man blocked the attack by the middle-aged man, the middle-aged man had already left him a thousand metres away.

This struggle of the strong, even one by one, is the key, a distance of a thousand meters, and there must be no chance. The young man also seemed to know that he had no further opportunity, stared angrily at the middle-aged man and left without a moment of hesitation. Confusion has just begun. Anything in it is a precious treasure from the beginning of chaos, and no one will waste a breath at this time.

Quite the opposite is true of middle-aged clerics who chase away young men. When fat monks deal with the gray-haired elderly, the gray-haired elderly suffer from fat monks' rhythm attacks, and then accelerate their speed by using fat monks' attack rhymes, spelling out the danger of fragmented rhythms.

Fat monks and middle-aged clerics had the same intentions, and after driving away their opponents, they would reach Hongmong Daolyn one step ahead of Ningcheng.

But now, because of the practice of the gray-haired elderly, the gray-haired elderly are the fastest of several people rushing to the Hongmeng Dao rhyme. If at the speed of the old man with white hair, he would surely be the first to rush to the front of Hongmeng Dao Rhyme.

Ningcheng took so much effort to attract an indestructible axe, and even took part in opening up the chaotic inner realm, can someone take what they have?

Even if there is a crack in the front, the speed of Ningcheng at this moment has increased to the extreme, and even the cloudy wings, which have not been useful for a long time, are waving wildly. At this time, even a little increase in speed would be a huge advantage, not to mention that the sky and cloud wings add a little more speed to Ningcheng.

The void seems to have disappeared at the foot of Ningcheng, and Ningcheng surpassed the gray-haired old man by merely transferring time.

Almost at the same time, Ningcheng and the gray-haired elderly, as well as the middle-aged clerics, did it.

Ningcheng raised his hand and again waved countless rhymes of rules, turning this space into his domain of rules. Both the gray-haired elderly and the middle-aged literary men bombarded Ningcheng with all their strength.

The Pharaoh of the Middle-aged Man is a bronze shallow, but the Pharaoh of the Gray-haired Old Man is a colorless needle almost invisible to the naked eye and the gods.

The bronze Xiao of the middle-aged man is better. Although Xiao Yan can shock the rule rhyme of Ningcheng, he cannot stop Ningcheng. If Ningcheng hadn't sacrificed the colorless needle of the old man with white hair, Ningcheng even wondered if he could escape the colorless needle that the gods could not sweep.

Ningcheng's rulespace only slowed Xiao Yan and the colorless needle slightly, but the layered void caused by the seamless collapse caused Xiaoyan to lose its attack effect, and the colorless needle slowed down, at least the senses could be swept.

Even a seamless collapse of the sky will not tear up the space here and will only cause a slight collapse of the void. This subtle collapse is enough for Ningcheng.

Ningcheng locked that honmongdao rhyme when the gray-haired old man was blocked by a seamless collapse.

A feeling of independence in the clouds, watching the world suddenly surge, is not only huge and pounding, but a powerful mood that looks at the mountains.

Ningcheng took a deep breath, even if he didn't understand it anymore, he knew that the Hongdao rhyme was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe. Where else can I qualify for this treasure?

A message of crisis came from Ningcheng, and Ningcheng's chemical artillery gun turned into a myriad of shotprints and bombarded the direction of the crisis. In addition, the innumerable restraints in his hands locked this monumental rhyme and pulled it into his own realm.

In Ningcheng, the Hongmeng Taoist rhyme had just been set aside, and the "bombing” of the Taoist rhyme had broken apart, and Ningcheng's sculptural gun had been bombarded by a powerful Taoist force. The whirlpool rolled from the position where the Hongmeng Dao Rhyme was located. Ningcheng was blown backwards by the Dao Rhyme Force, which was backfired by the Psychic Gun, and several cracks appeared in the protective domain.

Ningcheng shocked himself. If he took away the Hongmeng Dao Rhyme a moment late, Hongmeng Dao Rhyme would probably be rolled away by the vortex just now. Even if he could take it back from the vortex, it wouldn't be that simple.

The attacks calmed down, and Ningcheng was surprised to find a large plot of borderline beneath his feet. This is what he worked so hard to find before, and now he just shows up at his feet. There are treasures everywhere in the chaos, so be sure to search carefully later.

Ningcheng quickly lifted his hand and grabbed the borderline and sent it to Xuan Huangzhu. It is unfortunate that it is not Hengyong, if it is Hengyong, he will gather all five.

It wasn't until then that Ningcheng looked across from him. Across from him stood three men, a fat monk and a middle-aged clerk, in front of a purple-haired woman. The gray-haired old man who had sacrificed the colorless needle had long since disappeared. He should have known that he could not take Hongmeng Dao Rhyme from Ningcheng, so he left voluntarily.

The purple-haired woman saw Ningcheng excitedly gather up a fixed ground, her mouth revealed a slight indiscretion and said in a calm tone, "Give me the Hongmeng Dao rhyme and go. ”

Ningcheng smiled, the woman is really confident. Hongmeng Daoyun got it himself, and he actually gave it to me directly. Listen to her like she won't give it up, she'll be welcome.

Seeing Ningcheng did not ignore herself, the woman was surrounded by rhythms, a strong avenue burst open, the fat monks and middle-aged clerics in the distance, and had to make way for some distance.

“For the last time, hand over Hongmeng Dao Rhyme and get out.” The purple-haired woman switched directly from walking to rolling, and the murderous rhyme became the essence of waves after waves.

Is this Fate Taoist? Ningcheng looked at the purple-haired woman in amazement and was confused.

Because the street rhyme around women is the rhyme of destiny, there is a sense of longing in it...

But he heard Xiao unintentionally said that Fate Taoist is a very kind person, not only to teach his fate to many Taoists, but also to often open a dojo. This woman is so fierce, is it really Fate Taoist?

“I see, you are the ancestor of the Lanchengwu clan, really what kind of gourd out of what kind of lady.” Ningcheng went wild and said.

The ancestors of the Lan Cheng Wan clan practiced fate kung fu, but from this purple hair women's Ningcheng, she realized the fate of the branch of fate kung fu, and even had a breakthrough.

Then Ningcheng shook his head. With the exception of Leung, several kings of the Lanchengwu clan seemed to be nothing good.

Ningcheng knows Lan Chengcheng people, purple hair women do not care at all. She saw Ningcheng shook her head and stopped talking at all. A grey butterfly-shaped magical tremendous wishful rhyme burst into Ningcheng.

Ningcheng feels a desire to pray at this moment when the Purple Haired Lady has sacrificed Pharaoh. With that butterfly-shaped magic treasure, the willpower rolls like smoke, vast and boundless.

Ningcheng never thought that wisdom could reach such a horrible level. If the mind were weaker, I fear that the whole person would be directly translated into a rhyme of wisdom and then become a part of it. And this translates into a rhyme of willpower, or willingness.

The voiceless rhyme enriches Ningcheng's body, mind and soul, and this enrichment does not seem to be able to be removed by body and will at all.

I want to pray with my flesh, I want to pray with my soul, I want to pray with my avenue...

The infinite rhyme of desire, at this moment Ningcheng is completely wrapped up, that kind of repression and suffering, seems to be relieved only by kneeling down.

“Turn me into a rhyme of wishes...” the purple-haired woman shouted. The butterfly-shaped pharmacy was more like a rolling mountain, almost crushed to the top of Ningcheng.

As the middle-aged man watching the war quietly retreated, he knew that even if Ningcheng had been killed, that Hongmeng Dao Rhyme would no longer be his.

A smile appeared in the corner of the purple-haired woman's mouth. She didn't know how to get * * * * luck in Ningcheng. She was able to enter the chaotic inner realm. She also got a famous rhyme. Unfortunately, when I met her Sumitomo, everything was illusory.

“Knock...” Ningcheng's boundaries broke apart, and the butterfly-shaped magic treasure rolled down the endless force of desire.

Ningcheng slowly opened its eyes, surrounded by rhymes, and its own rules of rhyme once again became a new realm. Anyone who breaks his boundaries will pay the price. Don't say it's not Fate Daoist, even if Fate Daoist comes.

With her eyes open in Ningcheng, the purple-haired woman has no reason to chirp.

Her wish butterfly doesn't know how many souls she devoured, how many avenue rhymes she devoured, but no one has ever been like Ningcheng. Some strong people do look at her when they are devoured by a wish butterfly. All they see is pious prayer and hope. It is definitely not Ningcheng. It is calmly ironic.

Without waiting for the purple-haired woman to understand what was going on, Ningcheng's sculpting gun had been blown out. The intent of the curly gun took on endless ages and bombarded her wishful butterfly.

This is the rule of time, as a mighty person, purple-haired women naturally know the power of age. The most powerful method of dynamics is stagnation, even reflux.

But Ningcheng sacrificed this magic of the years is not a stagnation of the years, nor a reversal of the years. If she were to describe it in her own senses, it would be clouds of light, years like arrows. This is the fast forward movement of the years.

At this moment, the waters of the river like the dynasty fall wildly, and the downward rhythm of the years creates a space, time and age.

This is the third most important of Ningcheng's years!

“Boom...” the crushed wish butterfly was blocked by the space of the years and suddenly stalled, that infinite rhythm of wisdom seemed to be devoured by the years at this moment. A long gun crossed the ages and blew over a stalled wish butterfly.

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

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