The Gate Of Good Fortune

In succession, several strong people were hanged by the rhymes that had just opened the Gate of Culture, even as the avenue of the Gate of Culture became more vibrant at this moment, no one continued to rush into their heads.

At this moment, everyone stares at the dust of heaven and earth, and the outline of the giant gate becomes clearer. The edge of the gray mask revealed a golden light. In the middle of that golden light is a huge door.

Ningcheng was surprised that he thought that the gates of creation were the largest and the same size as ordinary gates, and that the gates of creation he saw were hundreds of feet wide.

Doors like this need to be fought for? Everyone can go in with a brain.

The sounds of the "bombardment” of the heavens and the earth kept ringing, and as the sound clicked, the huge golden gate finally gathered and stood in front of everyone. Inside the gates is the atmosphere that creates the avenue that is so desperately sought after.

Behind the gates, the mountain gaze also has only an implicit contour.

The thick make-up rhymes finally eased, and no one hesitated for a moment at all, almost at the same time, all of them flocked to the past.

With such a wide doorway, there's no need to compete? Whoever gets in is lucky. Whoever gets in first, that's luck.

Ningcheng and others will naturally not fall behind, but that near the cultivation gate, this moment is like looking at a mountain, far away.

At this moment, Ningcheng suddenly heard a click, as if it were coming from the deepest part of his mind. He stopped unconsciously, and then a strange feeling came to his mind.

He seemed to feel like his place was wrapped up in something, which reminded Ningcheng suddenly of the killing world of the tomb. When he first appeared in the killing world, was the killing world different from the enclosed realm?

Does the gates of creation open to trapping all those who compete for the gates of creation in a single realm and then killing each other?

Ningcheng thought of this, and he was cold, and he saw that the hundred doors of creation were shrinking, as if they were slowly being closed.

Not only did Ningcheng discover it, but so did more people. How many weak people can stand in front of the gates of creation? Not to mention Qin Muntian, Chaos Dao Jun and others.

They rushed wildly towards the gates of creation, as the gates of creation were dwindling and the scope of the competition was getting smaller, and finally someone had sacrificed Pharaoh.

Ningcheng looked up and saw Qin Qingtian, Xing Xi, Yimer... even the mighty palace master and the five-line holy master, are also mad rushing towards the shrinking door of creation.

Ningcheng instantly understood that it was not he alone who understood this, and those who were strong understood this. They know even more that the only way to get out of this closed door is through that door that slowly gets smaller.

“Brother Ning, only if you rush out, will you have a chance to take control of the transformation.” Xiao's heartfelt voice rang in Ningcheng's ears.

Ningcheng took a breath, and he finally understood why everyone had to be the first to break through the gates of creation. Once washed away, perhaps the fate of the strong who did not wash past will be in the palm of the hand of the first to wash past.

Killings are becoming more intense, people are being slaughtered constantly, a variety of rhythmic attacks, and the Fairborough lights are becoming more and more chaotic, and even the rules are beginning to become chaotic. The broken Numen began to seek shelter.

Is that the path we're looking for? Ningcheng looked at the door that was getting smaller and smaller, and there was a little confusion in her mind. By the way, how come you don't see the Purple Roller Man?

When Ningcheng thought of the Purple Roller, he remembered what the Purple Roller said, “Unrighteous, inhuman, pitiful to my children, so much suffering...”

Such a struggle is indeed cruel and painful. But how can purple rollers escape the battle of the gates of creation? Did he leave the universe in five lines?

The fury of the distant obscenities came from the heart of Ningcheng. At this time, when the old man wanted to talk nonsense, what was most important to him was to rush out the door of creation, at least to hold the fate of his side in his own hands.

The Kaizen gun rolled up the layer of the gun and rolled out like a wave. At this time, he had no choice but to kill everything that stood in his way.

In the face of such a struggle, where can Ningcheng take vengeance? As long as it stops in front of him, he will strangle wildly. There is no reason here but to rely on strength to crush.

Despite the smaller and smaller gates, Ningcheng still feels that magnificent atmosphere. A sense of no reason surfaced, and as soon as he walked into that door, he would stand on top of everything. Any universe, any void, is under his control.

At first, Ningcheng was eager to break through that door and gain the strength to keep him around. With the impact of the killings and that cultivating rhyme, the Ningcheng Avenue idea remained the same, and every effort was made to break through the cultivating gate and step at its feet.

“My lord, I saw that the mother-in-law was in danger...” A shrinking voice reached Ningcheng's ear, and Ningcheng's heart shocked, seemingly awakening from that endless pursuit of killing and supreme power.

The voice is coming from the cattle chase. In order to give the cattle chase greater potential, Ningcheng allowed the cattle chaser's knowledge to sweep out the yellow beads while competing for the gates of creation. And that's why the cattle chase has a chance to remind him.

After a pause in Ningcheng's footsteps, his mind swept out, and he saw Yan Zheng being passed through his chest by a white light.

“Yan Zheng...” Ningcheng's entire human heart was cold. At this time, where else could he take the door of creation and scream, rushing wildly toward Yan Zheng's location.

At this moment, there are killings everywhere, there are great wars everywhere, and he wants to break a path from them, just like killing.

“Looking for death…” The black and white twin thin jaws turned into endless horizontal and horizontal space to kill, wrapping Ningcheng.

It was already mad Qin Qingtian, his eyes were red, and anyone who stood in front of him would not hesitate to kill and clear it. At this point, Ningcheng rushes past him. Where does he care if it's Ningcheng?

Ningcheng's sculpture magic gun also rolled up the heavenly gun Mando rhyme, the gun intent Hong Tao rolled up Qin Qing Tian thin and white space to slay the 708.

Where else is there to save hands and love at this time?

“Bombing... Bombing...” The impact of the rhyme and the overflow of the rules, the collapse of space spread out. Not only Ningcheng and Qin Qingtian, just a little closer to the two people, were also swept away by this collapsed space. It's just that this collapsed space does not lead to another space, but to another location in that space.

Those who were swept away by collapsed space were thrown away again, just further away from the two of them, and could not leave the chemical killing ground.

Qin Muntian Daoyun was torn apart and the rules were smashed by Ningcheng's gun intentions. He finally woke up and shouted, "Ningcheng, if you don't fight for the Gate of Creation, do you have to spell me you die me alive? ”

Saying so in his mouth, Qin Qingtian's hand is not slow. A gray stone mark was sacrificed by him, and the stone marks were equally black and white. But in comparison to his twin thin pixies, these two black-and-white lights were like two suddenly bursting universes, and the fierce energy and death burst into Ningcheng.

This is his killer, the dark stone of the light universe.

Ningcheng's sculpture gun just rolled up the wave of intent of the gun, and it felt wrong. The black and white light of this dark stone mark was not meant to kill him directly, but to form a black and white chaotic world. It's like chaos inside, locking him in.

A terrible, vast cosmic aura erupted from the black and white world of light and dark stone prints, targeting precisely Ningcheng, where it was locked in.

Ning Cheng calmed down in a hurry. He knew that even if Qin Qingtian was less than him, he was a strong peak. Once he was reckoned with by Qin's dark stone of light, even if he did not meteor, he temporarily lost his fighting ability. The loss of combat capability in this place is actually no different from the meteor.

While locking in the black and white world of Ningcheng erupted, Ningcheng's impatient mood completely calmed down and raised his hand to wave three consecutive rhythm rules.

Age triple!

Years are the highest realm of the triple realm, years are no longer years...

It's not just the years that can tear everything apart, but the light shadows and arrows can form space. Years backwards can tear everything apart, just as light backwards can ignore the rotation.

“Ka...” The black and white world formed by Qin Qing's sky and light dark stone imprint began to roll back, as if it had slowly returned to the moment when Qin Qing's sky had just sacrificed the light and dark stone imprint. At this time, it may be possible to draw a clear picture of how Qin's scene feels from day to day with a slow camera rewind.

Qin Mutian felt his light and dark stone imprint slowly turn back, from forming a black-and-white blast space to locking Ningcheng, then slowly to a gap that had not yet formed a space.

A vast atmosphere of years swept in, Qin Curtain saw countless reverse rolls.

Qin Muntian Avenue is determined, it is only momentary time, you can know that this is caused by Ningcheng's years of divinity. His hands have changed again, and the light and dark smell in the light and dark stone mark has changed yet again.

Ningcheng did not give him another chance, a finger that broke all the rules out of that split black and white world, directly fell on Qin Qingtian's eyebrows.

Breaking means silencing everything. Even the rules of the dark universe that open the ground, under Ningcheng's broken fingers, are just as shattering.

“Pfft!” Qin Qingtian broke his eyebrow and sighed softly. The struggle of countless loads and the plot of countless loads are ultimately invincible. He lost, he lost clean. Maybe he knew there was a moment when he knew his avenue was worse than Ningcheng Avenue. Now, this moment is really coming, and he's at ease. Compete for creation, or meteorite!

His consciousness slowly dissipated with this finger and eventually disappeared in front of the slowly closed portal.

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