The Gate Of Good Fortune

After the slaughter of Qin Qingtian, Ningcheng even failed to collect Qin Qingtian's spoils. He landed next to Yan Qiantian and hugged Yan Qian.

The scent of Yan Zhensheng's life is absent, and the soul of the Yuan God has long disappeared. Ningcheng heart, Yan Zheng entered the third step, condensed his world. Once the soul of the Yuan Shen dissipated, it would be the breaking of his world, and he could no longer be saved like the rescue of Mushroom. Even if it were a round of swallows, there would be no more memories of previous life.

Ningcheng's hand fell on Yanxiang's chest, and the killing smell through Yanxiang's chest had not dissipated. Ningcheng's eyes immediately locked the person who did it, which was the infinite palace master.

Ningcheng was still a little fond of her when she first saw the innumerable palace master, but this woman killed Yan Yan. If he did not kill this woman, he could not stop.

“My lord, the second mother-in-law is trapped by several monks...” The cattle chase, despite much talk, laziness and greed, but under this wild rivalry to kill, it also regrets that it did not train early, which leads to little help now.

No need to chase the bull. Ningcheng has already noticed the rest of the people after the swallow meteorite. Not only Lao Fei, but Joran and others are also in a dilemma.

Ningcheng's eyes saw the infinite number of palace owners and Xingxi fighting, and he did not immediately go to the infinite number of palace owners, the sculpture gun rolled up and rushed to the side of Jiluofei and others.

The swallowing meteorite is already a grief in his heart. If Luo Fei and others fall again, what if they compete for the gates of creation? At this moment, Ningcheng's mind is not at all at the door of creation. He wants to kill, and no one can stop his heart from killing at this time.

“Brother... Sister Manho was killed by this monk..." Seeing Ning Cheng come, Ning Ruolan said weakly, tears hidden. Her repair was low. If it hadn't been for Trumanho and others, she would have fallen.

“Ah...” Ningcheng shouted with great regret that he had just forgotten those around him in order to compete for the gates of creation.

At this moment, his Psychic Gun became endless, tearing apart layers and layers of void and sweeping into all the forces that attacked Giraffe and Ning Joran and others.

At this moment, the Seven Bridges gather in the void.

The three bridges of Naihe, Wangxiang and Forgotten River are connected, the Yellow Springs, the past life, and the other shore kill infinity. The return bridge is like a roundabout wrapped around the years, grinding away all the life that stops under the first six bridges.

Ningcheng had no idea what to do anymore, the Seven Bridges came out, and pounds of gunfire harvested the lives around them.

In the distance, the Buddha Buddha saw the power of Ningcheng Seven Bridges, and his eyes glanced at him. This time he brought the mighty men of almost the entire Western universe, but the lives of these mighty men were taken from Ningcheng under the Gun Tao and Seven Bridges, as if they were cut from wheat.

He took a deep breath, not only not turning back to stop Ningcheng, but also speeding up his steps towards the gates of creation.

“Boom...” A twisted purple knife cut the way in front of the Buddha.

The Buddha thought he was wrong, but someone could cut the path of space with a knife? In an instant, he knew that not only had he read correctly, but that his path had been stopped.

Had he not seen Ningcheng sacrifice the Seven Bridges and Gun Tao wildly harvest the lives of those strong, he would have thought that the man in front of him was Ningcheng.

He was also stopped by a young man with long blue hair and bright eyes like calm and waveless lake water. A purple knife lay in front of him, and the surrounding rhyme rolled over, giving the feeling of the Buddha Buddha, the young man stood here as if he had stood since ancient times.

An infinite breath of repression came, the Buddha took a deep breath, and the beads hung in his hand constantly emitted a wave of Sanskrit sounds independently, as if ready to annihilate all the world.

“Who are you, why are you stopping me from going? The Gate of Creation can be fought for by everyone. We can do this before the Gate of Creation.” The Buddha did not do it, he was not unwilling to do it, but felt the repression of this young man in blue.

And that feeling was that he faced five lines of holy lord, and he never did.

“The monks you brought with you are despicable, although I have killed them, but today I am going to avenge my people. Remember, the man who sent you back to your old western home is Yammer..."

The young man in the green shirt is Yimer, and at this moment his heart will not be less than half as murderous and angry as Ningcheng. He also lost his heart for a short time because of the battle for the gates of creation. And in this short time, his beloved daughter, Memoir Ink, was killed.

The powerful of the western universe, with their strength and strength, besieged the people of the Sacred Taoists. Not only was the memory ink killed, but the yellow eyebrow of the heavenly maple outside Xuan Huangtian, who wanted to save the memory ink, was also slaughtered.

Even if Yehmer kills all those who besiege Sacred Dojo at this moment, he will not be able to quell his inner sorrow and anger. If he doesn't kill the Buddha, how can he be willing?

The voice dropped, and a twisted knife pattern in the heavenly fissure had long been cut off.

No gorgeous magic, no complicated tricks, some just a simple knife.

The Buddha snorted coldly, and the rosary in his hand turned into a circle composed of countless small cosmic worlds, each surrounded by a strong Buddhist rhyme. These universes are connected, forming the toughest obstruction in the vast void.

The rolling Buddhist rhyme and the low Sanskrit are surrounded by this heaven and earth. At this moment, as long as the Sanskrit and the Buddhist monks have been swept by the Sanskrit, it seems that there is an enlightenment of the Buddhist rhyme, and I can't help but immediately sit on the ground to realize this unparalleled rhyme. As long as you can feel this unparalleled rhyme in front of this gateway of creation, you will stand as a Buddha and achieve great creation.

Yehmer was calm and waveless, and this rhyme and Sanskrit impacted beyond his protective boundaries, as if the breeze had blown through and left nothing behind.

“Boom!” The purple knife hadn't split on the beads yet, and the ferocious rhymes hit each other. The rules blew up, the space collapsed, and everything went to the beginning of chaos.

Buddha Buddha's face changed more suddenly, and he had long heard of Yamoh and Ningcheng. Ningcheng means he has seen, in fact he has not taken it personally. Because Ningcheng was even worse than him at the time, Yammer, who seemed to him to be famous with Ningcheng, although it was good, after he realized the flower avenue, and his strength rose another great cut, he was only given a few small obstacles at most.

But now he feels the breath of death.

This knife, which clearly has only one purple shadow, appears to cover the entire space in front of the gates of creation. Without any means of divinity, he was bound by all his Buddhist divinity.

“Knock!” It's not just space, it's the torn Buddhist world.

In the heart of the Buddha Buddha Buddha, his beads were actually split by a purple knife. Each of his buddha beads accumulates through endless years, endless Buddhist hammers, and endless nirvana. And now, it's easy to be split one by one, and there's a crack in his whole world of Buddha beads.

“Avenue to Jane...” The Buddha did not continue to attack Yimer. He looked at the purple knife surrounded by Yimer and muttered to himself.

He felt the way of the flowers on Ningcheng and the Avenue to Jane here in Yammer. It has to be said that he is an extinct genius, and few can compare to him on the Avenue Awareness. And that's why he created the Western universe. Unfortunately, Yammer won't give him another hundred years to reclose.

The knife is still the ordinary purple knife. The man is still the man in the green shirt, but at this moment, the Buddha's heart is frightened. He suddenly raised a strange feeling in his heart, why did the five lines of the universe keep appearing to be genius, and his western universe was ordinary except for a western saint? It was a Western holy lord who had been slaughtered for competing with him for Daoism.

Yehmer was simply too lazy to say a word, purple 37514; once again he drew a purple light and wrapped the Buddha directly in it. If he does not kill the Buddha, he will not stop.

Buddha hummed, even if it was Avenue to Jane? He has a vast void in the universe. What strong man has not met? Even so, he created the Western universe differently? If you want to kill his Buddha Buddha, your Avenue is not enough.

A wand appeared in the hands of the Buddha, and the wand curled a thousand Buddhist rhymes and the rest of the Buddha's beads, turning into a cosmic flood and plunging into that purple light.

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It was also appalling that the five holy lords, who had not been stopped in the distance, saw Yamour's hand, before he saw Ningcheng's shoot-out and the Seven Bridges, and made up his mind whether or not he could be the first to rush into the gates of creation, Ningcheng was sure to kill him. If Ningcheng is not killed, it will surely become a scourge for him in the future.

At this time, the Five Rows of the Holy Lord saw Yimer and the Buddha strike again, and it was even more shocking in his heart. One Ningcheng is so powerful, why did another Yammer come out?

Five lines to build treasure is something he was lazy enough to grab. At the time, he grabbed wood. Five lines to build treasure is also his chaotic world spill. And that's why we created the five holy lords of the universe. But the five holy lords, in his eyes, really didn't look enough. Now that the world of Xuan Huangzhu and Golden Pages is once again gained by Ningcheng and Yammer, why are these two so powerful?

No, once such a powerful competitor enters the gates of creation, his countless years of latency could eventually turn into cloud smoke.

Thinking of this place as an opportunity to reckon with Ningcheng's five-line holy lord can no longer take care of Ningcheng, it is even crazier to rush towards the gates of creation. Nobody stopped him. He didn't argue. When?

“Ha ha, stranger, why are you in such a hurry?” A sudden voice sounded in the void, following dozens of red rays like a tumbling long river, pouring on five rows of holy lords.

“Slaughter, are you still alive?” The Five Lines of the Holy Lord was angry, and by this time, he knew too well who the visitor was, and it was the Heavenly Heaven of the Underworld who had slaughtered him.

The voice in the red light didn't panic and didn't rush, “You're a stranger, I've been given your gift, how can I die? ”

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