The young man was obviously not the opponent of the middle-aged scribes, and the middle-aged scribes took the lead, and the protective realm around the young man's body was directly blown away. When the young man blocked the attack of the middle-aged scribe, the middle-aged scribe had already left him a kilometer away.
This kind of competition between the strong, even a single cent is the key, and there is no chance if it is a kilometer away. The young man seemed to know that he had no chance again, and cast an angry look at the middle-aged scribe, and left without hesitation. The chaotic inner boundary has just opened, and everything in it is a precious treasure from the beginning of the chaos, and every breath at this time will not be wasted.
Contrary to the middle-aged scribes driving away young men, when the fat monk took action against the white-haired old man, the white-haired old man abruptly withstood the fat monk’s Daoyun attack, and then used the fat monk’s attack Daoyun to fight. The danger of the boundary splitting, the rhyme and the disorganization accelerated even more.
The fat monk and the middle-aged scribe had the same plan, and after driving away their opponents, they would reach Hongmeng Daoyun's place earlier than Ning Cheng.
But now because of the white-haired elderly, among the few people who rushed to Hongmeng Daoyun, the white-haired elderly are the fastest. If at the speed of the white-haired old man, he would definitely be the first to rush to the front of Hongmeng Daoyun.
Ning Cheng has spent such a lot of hard work, attracted the indestructible axe, and even participated in opening up the chaotic inner boundary. How could he let the things he got in his hands be robbed
Even if there was no crack in the front, Ning Cheng's speed at this moment was increased to the extreme, and even the wings of Tianyun, which had not been used for a long time, waved frantically. At this time, even a little increase in speed would be a huge advantage, not to mention the fact that the two wings of the sky clouds did not add a little speed to Ning Cheng.
The void seemed to have disappeared at the feet of Ning Cheng, it was just a passing moment. Ning Cheng surpassed the gray-haired old man.
Almost at the same time, Ning Cheng, the white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribes all started.
Ning Cheng raised his hand and waved countless rules of Dao Yun again, turning this space into his rule boundary. The white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribes all rushed towards Ningcheng.
The magic weapon of the middle-aged scribe was a copper Xiao, while the magic weapon of the white-haired old man was insidious, a colorless needle that was almost invisible to the naked eye and spiritual sense.
－↘style_txt; The copper Xiao of the middle-aged scribes is better, although Xiao Yin can shake the rhyme of Ningcheng's rules. Can't stop Ning Cheng yet. It was the colorless needle of the white-haired old man. If Ning Cheng hadn't sacrificed Wuhenshangkong first, Ning Cheng even wondered if he could escape the colorless needle that the old man's divine sense could not scan.
Ningcheng’s regular space can only slow down Xiao Yin and Colorless Needle a little bit, but the layers of void caused by Wuhen Collapse have caused Xiao Yin to lose the attack effect, and Colorless Needle also slowed down, at least Divine consciousness can already be swept.
Even if there is no trace of collapse, it can't tear the space here, and can only cause a slight collapse of the void. This slight collapse was enough for Ning Cheng.
When Wuhen collapsed to block the gray-haired old man. Ning Cheng locked on that Hongmeng Taoist rhyme.
A feeling of being alone in the cloud and looking at all beings from afar suddenly surged. It was not only vast and majestic, but a powerful state of mind with a small view of the mountains.
Ning Cheng took a deep breath. Even if he didn't understand it anymore, he knew that the Hongmeng Daoyun was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe. Where can I hold this kind of treasure
A breath of crisis came, and the great fortune spear in Ning Cheng's hand turned into countless spear patterns and blasted toward the direction of the crisis. In his hand, he played countless prohibitions without asking him to lock up the rhyme of the Hongmeng Dao Yun, and pulled it into his own realm.
Hongmeng Daoyun just put away in Ningcheng. The rhyme of "Boom" burst open, and Ning Cheng's good fortune spear was blasted by a powerful Dao Yun force. The frantic vortex curled up from the place where the Hongmeng Daoyun was, and Ning Cheng was blown upside down by the Daoyun power backed by the magic spear, and several cracks appeared in the protection boundary.
Ning Cheng was shocked secretly. If he took away the Hongmeng Daoyun a moment later, Hongmeng Daoyun would probably be swept away by the whirlpool just now. Even if he can snatch it back from the whirlpool. It is estimated that it is not so simple.
All the attacks calmed down, and Ning Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a large piece of soil under his feet. He had found this with great pains before, and now it appeared at his feet casually. Sure enough, there are treasures everywhere in the chaotic inner world, and you must search carefully later.
Ning Cheng hurriedly raised his hand to grab this piece of soil, and sent it into the Xuan Huang Zhu. Unfortunately, it is not Heng Yang. If it is Hengyang, his five areas will be gathered.
Only then did Ning Cheng set his gaze on the opposite side of him. Opposite him stood three people, a fat monk, a middle-aged scribe, and standing in the front was a woman with purple hair. The white-haired old man who sacrificed the colorless needle had long since disappeared. It seemed that he knew that he could not snatch Hongmeng Daoyun from Ning Cheng, so he took the initiative to leave.
Seeing Ning Cheng put away a piece of soil in excitement, the purple-haired woman showed a trace of disdain at the corner of her mouth, and said in a flat tone, "Hand over Hongmeng Daoyun, and then go."
Ning Cheng laughed, this woman was really confident. Hongmeng Daoyun grabbed it by himself, and asked him to hand it over directly. Hearing her tone as if she didn't give it up, she would be very polite.
Seeing that Ning Cheng didn't pay attention to herself, the woman's Taoist rhyme rose wildly, and the powerful avenue aura burst out. Even the fat monk and middle-aged scribes in the distance had to get away some distance.
"I'll say one last time, hand over Hongmeng Daoyun, and then go away." The purple-haired woman directly changed from walking to go, killing Yi Daoyun condensed into substance one after another.
This is the Daoist of Destiny? Ning Cheng looked at the purple-haired woman in amazement, feeling puzzled.
Because the Dao Dao Yun in the woman's body is the Dao Yun of Destiny, there is a kind of wishful Dao Yun aura in it...
But he heard Xiao Wuxin say that the Daoist of Destiny is a very kind person. Not only did he teach his destiny skills to many Daoists, but he also often started the Daoist Dao. This woman is so fierce, really the Daoist of Destiny
"I see. It turns out that you are the ancestor of the Lan Chengyuan clan, and what kind of gourd you really look like, what kind of scoop." Ning Cheng said madly.
The ancestors of the Lan Chengyuan clan practiced destiny exercises, but from the purple-haired woman Ning Cheng, she can see to the extreme the fate of the branch of destiny exercises, and even made breakthroughs.
Immediately, Ning Cheng shook his head. Except for that A Li, none of the kings of the Lan Chengyuan clan seemed to be a good thing.
Knowing the Lan Chengyuan clan for Ningcheng, the purple-haired woman didn't care at all. Seeing Ning Cheng shook her head, she stopped talking nonsense at all. A gray butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up a monstrous wish and Daoyun blasted towards Ning Cheng.
At the moment when the purple-haired woman sacrificed the magic weapon, Ning Cheng felt that he had a desire to pray. With that butterfly-shaped magic weapon, the strength of the wish is billowing like smoke, vast and boundless.
Ning Cheng never thought that the aspiration power could reach such a terrifying level. If the spirit is weaker, I am afraid that the whole person will be directly transformed into a rhyme by the aspiration power, and then become a part of the aspiration power. Moreover, this kind of transformation into a willing force and Daoyun is still willing to do so.
That kind of soundless Taoist rhyme filled Ning Cheng's body, mind and soul. This kind of filling seemed to be impossible to get rid of with his body and will.
I want to pray with my flesh and blood, I want to pray with my soul, I want to pray with my avenue...
At this moment, Ning Cheng was completely wrapped in the endless wishing strength and Dao Yun. The depression and suffering seemed to be relieved and relieved only by kneeling on the ground.
"Turn me into a wishful rhyme..." the purple-haired woman screamed, the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost pressing on the top of Ning Cheng's head.
The middle-aged scribe quietly retreating while watching the battle, he knew that even if Ning Cheng was killed, that Hongmeng Daoyun would no longer belong to him.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the purple-haired woman's mouth. She didn't know how lucky Ning Cheng was, she was able to enter the chaotic inner realm, and she also got a Hongmeng Taoist rhyme. It's a pity that everything was illusory when she met her long-awaited Daojun.
"Kacha..." Ning Cheng's boundary shattered, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was rolled down by the power of endless aspirations.
Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and his whole body was frantically curled with Dao Yun, his own Dao Yun rules once again transformed into a new realm. Anyone in his realm will have to pay a price to break it, not to mention that it is not the Daoist of Destiny, even if the Daoist of Destiny is here, it is the same.
As soon as Ning Cheng opened her eyes, the purple-haired woman gave a groan in her heart for no reason.
She didn't know how many souls and Dao Yun had been swallowed by her wish butterfly, but no one was like Ningcheng. There are some powerful people who do look at her when they are swallowed by the wish butterfly. There are only pious prayers and expectations in their eyes. It is definitely not Ning Cheng's, with a bit of sarcasm in his calmness.
Before the purple-haired woman understood what was going on, Ning Cheng's spear of good fortune had already been shot out, and the intent of the madly rolled spear brought an endless breath of time to her wishing butterfly.
This is the magical power of time rules. As a strong person, a woman with purple hair naturally knows the power of the time practice. The most powerful method for years is stagnation, or even backward flow.
But the magical power that Ning Cheng sacrificed was not the stagnation of the years, nor the backwardness of the years. If she were to use her own feelings to describe this magical power, it would be like time flies like an arrow. This is the rapid advance of the years.
At this moment, the years are pouring down crazily like a river bursting a bank, and the pouring down of the years and Daoyun form a space, time and space.
This is the third stage of the Triple Realm of Ningcheng Years!
"Boom..." The crushing wish butterfly was blocked by the space of time, abruptly stagnating, that endless wish strength and Daoyun seemed to be swallowed by the years at this moment. A long spear crossed the space of time and blasted on the stagnant wish butterfly.
(Today’s update ends here, good night friends!)
.. To be continued.