Published at 9th of September 2024 5:28 am

Chapter 1468: War wish

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The young man is obviously not the opponent of the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged scribes first shot, and the young man’s bodyguards were directly blasted. ????`c?om and other young men blocked the middle-aged scribe attack, the middle-aged scribe has already dropped him a thousand meters.

This kind of competition for the strong, even if one point is a key, the difference is a long distance, there is no chance. The young man seemed to know that he had no chance, and he stared at the middle-aged scribe in anger, leaving without hesitation. The inner boundary of chaos has just opened, and everything in it is a precious treasure at the beginning of chaos. Nothing will be wasted at this time.

Contrary to the middle-aged scribes who rushed away the young man, when the fat monk shot against the white old man, the white old man was forced to endure the fat monk's rhyme attack, and then used the fat monk's attacking rhyme to fight the boundaries. The danger of cracking the rhythm of the rhythm is even faster.

The fat monk and the middle-aged scribes are originally the same. After driving away the opponents, they will reach the Hongmeng rhyme more than Ningcheng.

But now, because of the practice of the white old man, among the few people who rushed to Hongmeng, the white old man was the fastest. If you follow the degree of the white old man, he must be the first to rush to the Hongyun Tao rhyme.

Ningcheng has spent so much hard work, which has led to the destruction of the axe, and even involved in the opening of the chaos, can you let the things that are handy are taken away?

Even if there is no crack in the front to block, Ning Cheng's degree is also raised to the extreme, even the long-term use of the Tianyun wings also madly waved. At this time, even a little bit of increase will be a huge advantage, not to mention the fact that Tianyun’s wings have not been added to Ningcheng.

The void is like disappearing at the foot of Ning Cheng. It is just a change of time. Ning Cheng will be the white old man.

Almost at the same time, Ning Cheng and Bai Laozi and middle-aged scribes have started.

Ning Cheng raised his hand and again uttered countless rules and rhymes, turning this space into his rule boundary. w?ww.` The white old man and the middle-aged scribes all rushed to Ningcheng.

The magic weapon of the middle-aged scribe is a copper sorrow, but the magic weapon of the white old man is insidious. It is a colorless needle that is almost invisible to the naked eye and the gods.

The middle-aged scribes' copper sorrow is better. Although Xiao Yin can shake the rules of Ningcheng, he can't stop Ningcheng. It is the colorless needle of the white old man. If it wasn’t for Ning Cheng’s first trip, there was no trace of collapse. Ning Cheng even suspected that he could escape the colorless needle that the old man could not detect.

Ning Cheng's rule space can only make Xiao Yin and the colorless needle slightly slower. However, the layer of void collapsed without traces of the hollow, so that Xiao Yin lost the attack effect, the colorless needle also slowed down, at least the knowledge can already be swept.

Even if there is no trace of collapse, it can't tear the space here. It can only cause a slight collapse of the void. This subtle collapse is enough for Ningcheng.

When there was no trace of the sky to block the white old man, Ning Cheng locked the rhyme of the Hong Meng.

In the cloud, the feeling of seeing all beings suddenly surges. It is not only vast and majestic, but a powerful mood with a small view of the mountains.

Ning Cheng took a deep breath, even if he didn't understand it, he also knew that this Hongmeng rhyme is probably the most precious treasure of cultivation in this universe. What kind of qualifications are there to hold this treasure?

A crisis of sentiment came, and the magical guns in the hands of Ning Cheng turned into countless guns and rushed to the direction of the crisis. In the hands of the hands of countless bans, the countless bans locked the Tao Yun, and pulled them into their own boundaries.

In Ningcheng, I just put up the rhyme of Hongmeng, and the rhythm of "Hang" was bursting open. The Ningcheng's magical gun was bombarded with a powerful rhyme. The whirlpool of the madness was rolled up from the position where the Hongmeng rhyme was located. Ningcheng was swept away by the rhythm of the resurgence of the magical guns, and several cracks appeared in the bodyguards.

Ning Cheng secretly shocked, if he took a moment to take away the rhyme of Hongmeng, Hongmeng Yunyun would be swept away by the whirlpool. ???` Even if he can still **** back from the whirlpool, it is estimated that it is not that simple.

All kinds of attacks have calmed down, and Ning Cheng is surprised that there is a big piece of land at his feet. This was only before he was struggling to find it. It is now casually at his feet. The inside of the chaos is really full of treasures, so you must search carefully.

Ning Cheng quickly raised his hand and grabbed this piece of land, and sent it to Xuan Huangzhu. It is a pity that it is not Hengyang, if it is Hengyang. He has gathered all five soils.

Until then, Ning Cheng only looked down on him. Standing opposite him three people, a fat monk, a middle-aged scribe, and standing in front of it is a purple woman. The white old man who had given the colorless needle had disappeared. It seems that he should know that he could not take the Hongmeng rhyme from Ningcheng. This is the initiative to leave.

The purple woman saw Ningcheng’s excitement and put away a piece of land, with a hint of disdain in her mouth and a plain tone. “Hand over Hong Meng’s rhyme, then go.”

Ning Cheng laughed, this woman is really a big confidence. Hong Meng Dao Yun was grabbed by himself, and he was allowed to hand it over directly. Listening to her tone seems to be not handing over, she will be welcome.

Seeing Ning Cheng did not pay attention to himself. The woman’s body rhyme rose wildly, and the powerful avenues of the boulevard exploded. It was the fat monk and middle-aged scribe in the distance, and had to let some distance.

"At the end, I will hand over the Hongmeng rhyme and then roll it." The purple woman directly changed her foot into a roll, and the killing of the rhyme is a wave of convergence.

Is this the fate of the king? Ning Cheng looked at this purple woman with amazement, and her heart was puzzled.

Because the rhythm of the road in the woman's body is the rhyme of destiny, there is a kind of wishful rhythm in it...

However, he listened to Xiao’s heartlessness and said that the fate of Daojun is a very kind person. He not only imparts his own fate to many Taoists, but also often runs the dojo. This woman is so fierce, is it really the fate of the king?

"I understand, you are the ancestor of the Lan Cheng wish family, what kind of scoop is what kind of gourd." Ning Cheng crazy said.

The ancestors of Lancheng’s ancestors cultivated the fate of the martial arts, but it can be seen from this purple woman’s Ningcheng. She has realized the fate of the branch of destiny and the ultimate will, and even has a breakthrough.

Then Ning Cheng shook his head, except for the one who left, the blue kings of the wishing family did not seem to be a good thing.

For Ning Cheng, who knows the blue sincerity, the purple woman is not in the heart. She saw Ning Cheng shake her head, no longer nonsense, a gray butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up the wish of the heavens and the rhyme rushed to Ningcheng.

At the moment when the purple woman sacrificed the magic weapon, Ning Cheng felt that she had a desire to pray. With the help of the butterfly-shaped magic weapon, the willingness to roll is like a smoke, and the vastness is boundless.

Ning Cheng never thought that the willingness can reach this level of horror. If the mind is weaker, I am afraid that the whole person will be directly transformed into a rhyme by this willingness, and then become a part of the willingness. And this kind of transformation is a willingness to force, or is willing to do it.

The no-sound rhyme completes the body, mind and soul of Ning Cheng. This kind of thoroughness seems to be impossible to use the body and the will to expel.

I will pray with my flesh and blood, I will pray with my soul, I will pray with my avenue...

Endless willingness and rhyme, in this moment Ning Cheng is completely wrapped up, the kind of depression and suffering, it seems that only when you fall to the ground can you ease and relieve.

"Give me the wish to turn to the rhyme..." The purple woman screamed, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost pressed to the top of Ningcheng.

While the middle-aged scribe who watched the battle quietly retired, he knew that even if Ningcheng was killed, the Hongmeng rhyme would no longer be his.

A sneer appeared in the corner of the purple woman's mouth. She didn't know how Ningcheng had gone, and she could enter the inner world of chaos and got a rhyme. It is a pity that when she met her wisher, everything was illusory.

"Oh..." Ning Cheng’s boundaries broke open, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was rolled up with endless hopes.

Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and the rhyme of the whole body was mad, and his own rhythm rules once again turned into a new realm. It takes a price for anyone in his field to break. Don't say that it is not the fate of the king, even if the fate of the king is coming, the same is true.

In the moment when Ning Cheng opened his eyes, the purple woman had no reason to swear.

Her wish butterfly does not know how many souls have been swallowed, how many avenues have been swallowed, but no one has ever been with Ningcheng. Some strong people will actually look at her when they are swallowed by the butterfly. There are only pious prayers and expectations in the eyes. It is definitely not like Ning Cheng. There is a bit of sarcasm in calmness.

Didn't wait for the purple woman to understand what was going on, Ning Cheng's sacred guns were shot out, and the madness of the guns brought an endless breath of time, banging her wish butterfly.

This is the time rule supernatural As a supreme, the purple woman naturally knows the power of the years. The most powerful years of work are stagnation, or even backwards.

However, this time of the Ningcheng sacrifice is not the stagnation of the years, nor the backwardness of the years. If she is allowed to describe this magical power with her own feelings, it is timeless, and the years are like arrows. This is the time to fly forward.

At this moment, the rivers of the dykes are madly pouring down, and the years of rhythm that has poured down form a space, time and space.

This is the third most important thing in Ningcheng’s three years!

"Boom..." The butterfly that was crushed down was blocked by the space of the years, and suddenly it was stagnation. The endless willingness of the rhyme seemed to be swallowed up by the years. A long gun crossed the space of the years and blew over the stagnation of the butterfly.

(Today's update is here, friends are good night!)

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