Ningcheng had seen the Yuan Clan's practice, which was indeed a branch of the destiny practice. It's just that after practicing to the back, it's completely deformed, and it has become a long-awaited fate technique.
In addition to self-cultivation, this exercise can also enhance one's strength through shortcuts. This shortcut is to absorb the worship power of believers. At the beginning, A Li also briefly told Ning Cheng about the aspiration force technique, and Ning Cheng also knew roughly how to cultivate the aspiration force.
The more devout the believer, the purer and stronger the aspiration. For the remnant souls who practice the destiny of long-term wish, the purity of the power of aspiration is very important.
A spark was swept over by the power of the remnant soul, and the dry wood on the altar at the feet of Yu Qing underground suddenly burned.
Ning Cheng was very anxious in his heart, but his expression was extremely calm, and even with a slight smile, he chanted softly, "I don't know my fate, there is no way to cultivate oneself. The sky is no time, the sun and the moon are not light; There is no fate, no foundation for practice, and mixed thoughts and thoughts. I pray for my vows with its pure soul, and I voluntarily pray for the emperor and sacrifice life for the emperor with my destiny..."
Ning Cheng's singing voice continued to utter, and at the same time stepped on the altar with dry wood. The flames burned Ning Cheng's clothes in an instant, and his hair and skin began to burn.
The reason why he dared to do this was because Ning Cheng knew too much about the cultivation of the fate of longing. No matter how pure the soul's aspiration is, there is no pious aspiration that voluntarily contributes.
Yu Qing's soul is pure, but Yu Qing is obviously unwilling to be burned to death, and is unwilling to use his soul and life to strengthen the remnant soul of the fate of cultivation. But Ning Cheng was different, he chanted this. Even in my heart, I really want to stand up and contribute my life to the remnant soul of the fate of the wish. This is what the remnant soul of the wish clan wants most.
Ning Cheng's cultivation base was lost. After all, he was a strong Hunyuan, and the vaguely powerful spirit of aspirations made the remnant soul of the wishing family long aside Yu Qing.
How can this pure and voluntary powerful soul and sacrificial life be mixed with other souls? So after Danning City stepped onto the altar, he easily pulled Yu Qing away from the altar column.
"Hurry up." Yu Qing cried anxiously, smelling the burnt skin on Ning Cheng's body. What Ning Cheng said before was true or false. She has long been reluctant to think about it. A person who can save her at the risk of his life is sincere to her even if he tells a lie.
Since she can remember, no one has been burned to death voluntarily in order to save her.
She felt the torment before the flame hit her, and Ning Cheng had already been ignited. How can this pain and suffering be withstood in the past? And she could only watch Ning Cheng being burned by the fire in front of her. This feeling made her unbearable. She would rather burn herself.
The tearing pain spread from Ningcheng's skin to his heart, and then penetrated into the deepest part of his soul. Even if Ning Cheng had suffered all kinds of terrible pains during body training, he was not more tortured by the flames. Before he practiced his body, he could eventually run his exercises to resist. You can even use a pill to help. And now, he forced the flames to burn.
"Big Brother Ning..."
"Big Brother..."
The voices of Hua and Mi's brothers and sisters came. Very anxious. The three of them ran over from a distance, obviously trying to pull out the fire and rescue Ning Cheng away.
"Ning Cheng, you go quickly, I believe what you said..." Yu Qing almost cried. She didn't know where the courage came from, and she wanted to drag Ning Cheng out of the fire.
Ning Cheng knew that he would definitely not be able to leave if he left. How can the remnants of the wishing clan exercises give up? Since the flame did not burn Yuqing, he knew clearly.
He grabbed Yu Qing's arm. With a distorted face, he said in a husky, almost inaudible voice, "You don't need to worry about it, and you don't owe me anything... In the previous life you froze to death for me, and in this life let me burn to death for you..."
He worried that if Yu Qing succeeded in cultivation in the future, he would also have Dao marks in his heart. After saying this, he grabbed Yu Qing and threw it out with all his strength. At the same time, he shouted, "Little flower, you three remember, if anyone dares to bully Yu Qing, kill me..."
"No..." Yu Qing didn't even say the next sentence, and was thrown by Ning Cheng at the three of Xiao Huaihua from above the flames.
"Boom!" At the moment Yu Qing was thrown out by Ning Cheng, the fire completely erupted, and people outside could no longer see Ning Cheng's shadow. It was completely a small volcano. The three of Xiao Hua Hua who ran to the front supported Yu Qing, staring blankly at the flame hill, dumbfounded. They can only look at this kind of flame.
When Yu Qing was thrown out and the flames burst out, with a'click', Ning Cheng felt as if a shackle was suddenly torn apart in Ning Cheng's heart. The endless Dao Yun breath gathered, and the consciousness that could not be released suddenly stretched out, the Shen Yuan rose crazily, and Dao Yun gathered around Ning Cheng one by one.
A kind of ecstasy surged into Ning Cheng's heart. His Dao Mark was sending Yu Qing out, replacing the moment when Yu Qing was burned by the fire, and his cultivation was as arrogant. When his cultivation level is restored, this kind of ordinary fire will have no effect even if it burns him for thousands of years.
Dao rhyme is permeated, cultivation is restored, the burned flesh is no longer torment in the flames, but a kind of nirvana, and the strength of the flesh is quickly returning.
Ning Cheng's divine consciousness swept out immediately, and the next moment he saw the remnant soul hiding above the Holy Blessing Temple.
Ning Cheng did not hesitate to raise his hand and grabbed it, and a torn scream came. The remnant soul of life was bound by Ning Cheng's space. Without the slightest resistance in Ning Cheng's palm, it turned into flying ashes. The soul is gone.
The magnificent blessed temple collapsed crazily at this moment, and it turned into a ruin in a blink of an eye.
Billowing thunder roared dullly in the air, Ning Cheng just wanted to roar, his cultivation level was restored. The traces of the avenue were restored, and the repair base was restored, and his strength came directly to the late Hunyuan period.
Although he has not yet reached the realm of Hedao, it will only happen sooner or later. With the help of Bodhisattva looking back, he had already seen the path to harmony.
A series of terrifying space vortex pressure rolled up, and the surrounding space began to crack. That terrifying whirlpool suction seemed to suck Ning Cheng completely into the void in the next moment.
Ning Cheng knew exactly what was going on. This was because his strength had recovered. The Daoyun rules are too strong, and this interface can't bear it. But Ning Cheng didn't care. With his strength, he wanted to converge his Taoist rhyme, and then gain a foothold in this low-level interface.
Just when Ning Cheng wanted to constrain his aura of Dao Yun rules, a familiar and terrifying Dao Yun aura pounced on him.
Ning Cheng's heart trembled, this rhyme aura was too familiar to him. He was caught by that handprint once when he was above the abyss of Taiyi Realm. The mudra at that time was far less powerful than it was at this time. This time he felt this rhyme aura again, which was more than a thousand times stronger than the palm print at the beginning.
Go quickly, absolutely can't stay in this place. This was Ning Cheng's only thought. When he came with this thought, he didn't make any resistance, letting the crazy Dao Yun whirlpool suck him away.
This rhyme whirlpool suction. It was because his cultivation base was too strong, and he was not allowed to stay in the low-level interface. Ning Cheng could resist, but now he dare not resist.
Once he resists the suction of this whirlpool, that familiar handprint will definitely blast on this interface. Whether he is the opponent's opponent or not, the terrifying aura blasts, and this low-level interface will definitely be blasted into pieces.
Ning Cheng rushed into the void following Dao Yun's whirlpool. I felt the powerful breath following him like a tarsal maggot.
Ning Cheng breathed a sigh of relief instead, this man must be far stronger than him. He is even more powerful than him.
However, as long as this person follows him, he doesn't care about the low-level interface where Jiang Shacheng is located. Otherwise, he has no ability to stop it.
Ning Cheng ran away crazily in the void, and the breath followed crazily behind. Ning Cheng didn't know how many interfaces he had escaped, how many voids he had crossed, but the handprint still followed behind him.
It was too slow, Ning Cheng knew the powerful aura behind him. It's just the induction of the strong man. The reason for this is that the strong man is so far away from him. Once the strong man chased him over, he could no longer escape.
When another spatial vortex appeared in front of Ning Cheng, Ning Cheng directly entered the Xuan Huang Zhu, allowing the Xuan Huang Zhu to be automatically involved in the spatial vortex.
Xuan Huangzhu had already become his thing, and without his consent, no one would have felt it.
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Jiang Shacheng was completely silent at this time. The incident that Ning Cheng entered the fire instead of Yu Qing had long been a big deal.
The thunder was rolling in the air, and everyone standing in the open space clearly felt a kind of oppression of death in the sound of the rolling thunder. Fortunately, the oppression disappeared instantly, and later, all that everyone could see and feel was the collapse of the Holy Blessed Temple.
After a long time, when the oppressive breath of death disappeared, someone in the crowd suddenly whispered, "Hey, how do I feel that the Emperor Zhuming no longer exists?"
"I feel it too, and I no longer have the thought of kneeling and praying..."
No one said that this matter was okay. Someone talked about it and suddenly another voice arose, "The Sect Master did a lot of evil, and was finally condemned by the sky, and this place was also shattered by the sky thunder..."
"Yes, these people do a lot of evil..."
One voice turned into ten, ten turned into a hundred, and then formed countless voices. Those believers of Zhuming Emperor began to retreat secretly, because they themselves had lost the idea of praying power.
Mars has already lit up, and even if they retreat, there is no way to stop it. Countless people rushed to those believers, and countless people were fighting together.
At the back, I can't even tell who is a believer and who is not a believer.
Seeing this scene, the lord of Shacheng didn't care much, but calmly began to mobilize the army to calm the chaos. He knew that after this incident, Jiangsha City would no longer have that monthly sacrifice, nor would there be any sect of the emperor Zhuming.
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On the jumbled square, people had already dispersed, leaving only a spot of blood and mess. Only Yu Qing was still standing by the altar that had been stepped on the ground, and behind her were the three of them.
Dreamland, Ningcheng, altar, fire, past life, present life...
These scenes were constantly intertwined and messy in her mind, and she couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.
Only Ning Cheng’s sentence is still clear, "Don’t worry about it, you froze to death for me in the previous life, and let me burn to death for you in this life..."
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