The Gate Of Good Fortune

Even for a sympathetic emperor, the boundaries are vast. But for Ningcheng, his mind easily covered the entire world of ease.

Everything that was too easy appeared clearly in his sea of knowledge, and he saw many acquaintances, even Xiang Tiantian, who had been rescued by him. Unfortunately, in his mind, no sign of Master Jong-hwa was seen.

Ningcheng is not dead, God has swept too easy over and over again. He can be sure that the geography is too easy for him to miss a point. It's just a couple of isolated places, and his mind infiltrates. Finally, it remains convinced that there is no turning back.

Ningcheng can even hear one or two from the name, even if it doesn't know what the roundabout is like. Besides, he has seen the master Qionghua cultivation. Since the Cutting Back Round is the place where the Nine Spins of the Sacred Road Pool enters the third step, there must be a round-robin rhyme. In fact, so far, he has not seen such a place.

Shi Shao Xiao is also the mother of Shi Qionghua. If the entrance of the chopping wheel is not too easy, Shi Shao Xiao would never talk nonsense.

Thinking about it, Ningcheng set his mind to explore the whole world over and over again.

When Ningcheng's mind was sweeping to the seventeenth time, his mind was parked in a gray space in the northernmost corner of Too Easy.

The infiltration of God from this gray spot is an area that is too easy to cross. There's nothing strange about the fact that the color of the ocean is gray.

Ningcheng felt a tacit rhyme from the gray, which was somewhat similar to the rotating rhyme.

Ningcheng's discerning nature penetrated completely and repeatedly investigated. After incense, Ningcheng emptiness stepped out and landed in front of this gray white space.

There's something strange about it, and it's very likely that what he sees in his mind is an illusion. Behind this grey white space is indeed a sea that is too easy to edge. After repeated observations in Ningcheng, he sees with his naked eyes that this grey white is the sea, and if he feels the rhythm of it, it is not the sea. The ocean doesn't have that kind of echo.

Ningcheng lifted his hand and tore it off. A dull sound came, and Ningcheng didn't tear it for the first time.

Wow, don't say a boundary, even if it's a side, Ningcheng is torn at this time. Ningcheng didn't tear this place apart at once, the only possibility is that this grey white space is tougher than the bits.

Ningcheng lifted his hand and tore it down for the second time, this time using almost 60% of his Taoist power.

A broken sound came and a passage appeared in front of Ningcheng, with a hint of rhyme coming out of the passage and some rounds of echo rhyme.

Behind this is not the ocean, but the space, combined with some of the rhymes here, Ningcheng is almost 100% certain that this is the chopping circuit of the Ninth Spin Holy Road Pool.

Ningcheng did not hesitate half the way into the corridor.

Powerful pounding rhymes thrive in the passage, powerful and clear rules. If Ningcheng had come here before the third step, he would have been struck by the pounding rhyme here. Now Ningcheng has not only taken the third step, but even crossed the border. The smell here is like a doll toddler to him, and it's ridiculous.

Creating a world here, even if it succeeds, is just a little better than falsehood. Even those who are stronger than the star Taoist are worse.

Just a few moments later, Ningcheng felt Jonghua's breath clearly. Even after a hundred thousand years, Ningcheng can still feel it. Ningcheng's god swept out uncontrollably, and the next moment, he saw Jong-hwa, hundreds of others.

Master Jong-hwa's figure solidified, like a statue.

Ningcheng slowed down and he saw clearly that Jong-hwa was not like a statue, but really turned into one.

Ningcheng was fractured, one step fell beside Master Jong-hwa, his hands and feet, even his whole body trembled. Not only did Joan Hua become a statue, he also had no soul.

Is this the end of the gods?

The horror of the roundabout, which seems to turn Ningcheng into a sculpture.

“Go to hell...” Ningcheng raised his hand and burst out, trying to sweep him into the same powerful road rhyme of the sculpture, smoke dissipated under the Ningcheng punch. Seems to have sensed the power of Ningcheng, that horrible roundabout scent, never dare to roll around Ningcheng again.

Ningcheng fully understood why Jonghua had become a sculpture, because as she crossed the place, she was repressed by the endless rhythms of the circuit, and then her soul dissipated, and she was condensed into a sculpture by the roundabout.

Rage and anxiety slowly subside. This is clearly where the chopping wheel is. Why did Jong-hwa turn into a sculpture?

Ningcheng's trembling hand held Jong-hwa's cold palm and his eyes fell on a giant white platform not far from the beginning. Three words float above this white platform, chopping the table.

With the strength of Ningcheng, the mind turned slightly, and now understood what was going on. The meaning of mindfulness is obviously mindfulness, which is somewhat similar to mindfulness in the Nine-Spin Sacred Dojo Pool. He has seen a teacher who is older than the ancestor who founded the Nine-Rotate Sacred Dow Pool, and knows that the Nine-Rotate Sacred Dow Pool is actually going to be cut back.

The reason that Jong-hwa didn't go here is that she definitely didn't chop off her thoughts.

In Ning Cheng's mind came Jong-hwa and what he had said before he left, "I never had an idea about any man, but I married you in the ninth century. I think I must have fallen in love with you with my life. Even if I chopped off my IX emotions because of practice, I couldn't cut off this memory...”

“I'm afraid I really took the third step, then I will never know who you are again...”

Qionghua was unable to cut off his love for his husband and wife in the ninth century and did not want to cut off this emotion, so he was turned back into a sculpture and fell here.

“How much love can come back, that's the most precious thing in my tenth century, I will never chop...” Ningcheng suddenly felt Jong-hwa's inner confession.

“Jong-hwa...” Ningcheng's eyes were blurred, he knew that it was not Jong-hwa's remaining intention to speak, but Jong-hwa's obsession.

He was most fortunate not to have obtained Xuan Huangzhu, not to have realized the creation of the Dao Dynasty, not to have won the success of the Hongmeng Dao Dynasty. Instead, he had Lo Fei and Yan Xiao, and Jong-hwa's emotional obsession with him. Like Yu Qing, this is the woman who left him obsessed.

Ningcheng looked at Jonghua's lifeless face and muttered, "Jonghua, I once told you that there is a kind of love that you can't recall, no time, no stronger avenue can be cut off. If the avenue chops off that love, we'll do it again. If the avenue stops us from doing it again, I'll cut the avenue. I didn't have that strength before, let me cut that avenue that stops you and me today, whether it's the vast universe or the mighty, no one can stop it...”

Ningcheng's initial voice was still a whisper. Speaking of the latter, his voice grew louder and louder. At the end of the day, his voice was more like a morning clock and twilight drum. In this round-trip channel, he roared.

“Destroy me...” After saying this, Ningcheng suddenly punched back on the podium.

The Tabernacle has gathered the endless rounds of myths and rhymes of the Nine-Spin Sacred Dow Pool for countless years. But in front of this punch in Ningcheng, the meditation table was like paper paste, and it was torn apart by bombardment.

Ning Chengtai was torn apart by a fist, endless speckles of mindfulness rolled up. Ning Cheng raised his hand, and the speckles of infinite mindfulness were hanged by Ning Cheng.

"Who are you, and what do I do with you on the chopping wheel of the Nine Spins of the Sacred Dow Pool? You're gonna ruin my podium, ruin my turn? Don't you think I'd be bullied if I didn't take revenge on the Avenue? ”

Ningcheng raised his hand to the cold master, Jong-hwa, and said with the same cold voice, "This chopping wheel doesn't have to exist anymore, and you don't have to exist anymore. Where I turned my wife into a sculpture, my Ningcheng would definitely turn her into a powder..."

“Master Jong-hwa is a descendant of my master's family. What do you care about life and death? Even if it were you, you would be a descendant of my master's family. How dare you bully his ancestors? ”

Ningcheng was even colder and said, "Master Xiangxiang doesn't dare to enlarge in front of me. Who are you? Shi Xiangxiang left behind just one abandoned girl. ”

If it hadn't been for this door, Ningcheng would have spoken out.

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

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