The young man was obviously not the opponent of the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged scribe made the first move, and the protective realm around the young man was directly blasted open.
By the time the young man blocked the middle-aged scribe's attack, the middle-aged scribe had already left him a thousand meters away.
This kind of competition for the strong, even if it is a penny, is the key, and if it is a thousand meters away, there will definitely be no chance.
The young man seemed to know that he had no more chance, and glared at the middle-aged scribe angrily, and left without hesitation.
The Inner Realm of Chaos has just opened, and anything in it is a precious treasure at the beginning of Chaos, and no one will waste every breath at this time.
Contrary to the middle-aged scribe driving away the young man, when the fat monk took action against the white-haired old man, the white-haired old man stubbornly endured the fat monk's Dao Yun attack, and then with the help of the fat monk's attack Dao Yun, the danger of cracking the realm and scattering the Dao Yun was even faster.
The fat monk and the middle-aged scribe originally had the same plan, after driving away the opponents around them, they would arrive at the location of Hongmeng Daoyun one step ahead of Ning Cheng.
But now because of the white-haired old man's actions, among the few people who rushed to Hongmeng Daoyun, the white-haired old man had the fastest speed.
If you follow the speed of the white-haired old man, he must be the first to rush to the front of Hongmeng Daoyun.
Ning Cheng had worked so hard to attract the Immortal Axe, and even participated in opening the chaotic inner realm himself, how could he let the things he had in his hands be snatched away Even if there was a traceless rift in front of him, Ning Cheng's speed at this moment was also increased to the extreme, and even the wings of Tianyun, which had not been used for a long time, waved wildly.
At this time, even if it is increased by one diǎndiǎn speed, it will be a huge advantage, not to mention that the Tianyun Wings do not add one diǎndiǎn speed to Ningcheng.
The void seemed to have disappeared at the foot of Ning City, just a turning time.
Ning Cheng surpassed the white-haired old man.
Almost at the same time, Ning Cheng, the white-haired old man, and the middle-aged scribe all made a move.
Ning Cheng raised his hand and waved out countless rule Dao rhymes again, turning this side of the space into his rule realm.
And the white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribe all slammed into Ning Cheng with all their might.
The magic weapon of the middle-aged scribe is a copper Xiao, but the magic weapon of the white-haired old man is extremely insidious, a colorless needle that is almost invisible to the naked eye and divine sense. dgdiǎn novel, otsarn:2020otgttsraasrotgtstsrgttgt that middle-aged scribe's copper Xiao is better, although Xiao Yin can shake the rules of Ningcheng.
You can't stop Ning Cheng yet.
However, if it weren't for the white-haired old man's colorless needle, if Ning Cheng hadn't sacrificed the traceless void first, Ning Cheng even doubted whether he could avoid the colorless needle that the old man's divine sense couldn't sweep.
Ningcheng's rule space could only make Xiao Yin and the colorless needle slightly slower, but the layers of void brought by the traceless collapse collapsed, making Xiao Yin lose the effect of his attack, and the colorless needle also slowed down, at least the divine sense could already be scanned.
Even if it collapsed without a trace, it could not tear the space here, and could only cause a slight collapse of the void.
This slight collapse was enough for Ning Cheng.
When the traceless collapse blocked the white-haired old man.
Ning Cheng locked on that Hongmeng Dao rhyme.
A feeling of being alone in the clouds and looking at all beings from afar suddenly came to the fore, which was not only vast and majestic, but a powerful state of mind that saw all the mountains and small at a glance.
Ning Cheng took a deep breath, even if he didn't understand it anymore, he knew that this Hongmeng Dao Yun was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe.
Holding this kind of treasure, where is there any qualification An aura of crisis came, and the Creation Divine Spear in Ning Cheng's hand turned into countless gun patterns and blasted towards the direction where the crisis came.
In his hand, he didn't hesitate to play countless prohibitions to lock this Hongmeng Dao Yun and pull it into his own realm.
In Ningcheng, Hongmeng Daoyun has just been put away.
The sound of "boom" exploded, and Ning Cheng's Creation Divine Spear was hit by a powerful Dao rhyme force.
The wild whirlpool rolled up from the location where the Hongmeng Dao Yun was, and Ning Cheng was blasted out by the Dao Yun power that the Creation Divine Spear had devoured, and several cracks appeared in the Talisman Realm.
Ning Cheng was secretly shocked, if he took away that Hongmeng Dao Yun a moment too late, Hongmeng Dao Yun would probably be swept away by the whirlpool just now.
Even he could snatch it back from the maelstrom.
I guess it's not that simple.
All kinds of attacks calmed down, and Ning Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a large piece of fixed soil under his feet.
It was something he had worked so hard to find before, and now it appeared casually at his feet.
The Chaos Inner Realm is indeed full of treasures, and you must search carefully later.
Ning Cheng hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed this piece of fixed soil and sent it into the Xuanhuang Pearl.
It's a pity that it's not Hengyang.
If it is Hengyang, he will have all five soils.
It was only at this time that Ning Cheng set his gaze on the opposite side of him.
Across from him stood three people, a fat monk, a middle-aged scribe, and a purple-haired woman standing at the front.
The white-haired old man who sacrificed the colorless needle had long since disappeared, and it seemed that he should have known that he couldn't snatch Hongmeng Daoyun from Ning Cheng's hands, so he took the initiative to leave.
Seeing Ning Cheng excitedly put away a piece of fixed soil, the corners of her mouth showed a trace of disdain, and she said in a flat tone, "Hand over Hongmeng Daoyun, and then go." ” Ning Cheng smiled, this woman is really confident.
Hongmeng Daoyun grabbed it by himself, and asked him to hand it over directly.
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Listening to her tone, it seems that if she doesn't hand it over, she will be polite.
Seeing that Ning Cheng didn't pay attention to herself, the woman's body rhyme soared, and the aura of the powerful avenue exploded, and even the fat monk and middle-aged scribe in the distance had to get out of the way.
"One last time, hand over Hongmeng Daoyun, and get out."
The purple-haired woman directly changed walking to rolling, and the killing intent rhyme was condensed into substance wave after wave.
This is the Destiny Dao Jun Ning Cheng looked at this purple-haired woman in surprise, and was puzzled in his heart.
Because the avenue rhyme around the woman is the rhyme of fate, there is a kind of wishful rhyme in it But he heard Xiao Wuxin say that the Dao Monarch of Destiny is a very kind person, not only teaching his fate exercises to many Taoists, but also often opening a dojo to discuss the Tao, this woman is so fierce, she is really the Dao Monarch of Fate "I understand, it turns out that you are the ancestor of the Lan Chengyuan clan, and what kind of gourd is really what kind of scoop."
Ning Cheng said suddenly.
The ancestors of the Lan Cheng Wish Clan cultivated the Destiny Exercise, but it could be seen from this purple-haired woman Ning Cheng that she had comprehended the fate of the Destiny Technique, a branch of the Destiny Exercise, to the extreme, and even made a breakthrough.
Immediately, Ning Cheng shook his head, except for that Ah Li, the several kings of the Lan Chengyuan clan didn't seem to be a good thing.
Knowing about the Lan Chengyuan clan in Ning Chengcheng, the purple-haired woman didn't take it to heart at all.
Seeing Ning Cheng shaking her head, she stopped talking nonsense at all, and a gray butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up a monstrous wish power rhyme and 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 prostrate and pray.
With the butterfly-shaped magic weapon, the power of the wish is rolling like smoke, and the vastness is boundless.
Ning Cheng never thought that the power of the wish could reach such a terrifying level, if the mind was weaker, I am afraid that the whole person would be directly transformed into a rhyme by this power of will, and then become a part of the power of willingness.
And this kind of turning into a wish rhyme is still willing.
That kind of voiceless Dao rhyme filled Ning Cheng's body, mind and soul, and this kind of fullness seemed to be impossible to drive away with body and will.
I will pray with my flesh and blood, I will pray with my soul, I will pray with my avenues The endless power of the wish, at this moment, Ning Cheng was completely wrapped, and that kind of depression and torment seemed to be relieved and relieved only by kneeling on the ground.
"Give me a wish," the purple-haired woman scolded, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost pressing Ning Cheng's head.
The middle-aged scribe who was watching the battle quietly retreated, he knew that even if Ning Cheng was killed, that Hongmeng Daoyun would no longer be his.
A sneer appeared at the corner of the purple-haired woman's mouth, she didn't know how Ning Cheng was lucky, she was able to enter the chaotic inner realm, and she also got a Hongmeng Dao rhyme.
It's a pity that when I met her Wishful Daojun, everything was illusory.
"Click" Ningcheng's realm shattered, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up the endless power of karma and crushed it down.
Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes, and the Dao rhyme around him rolled wildly, and his own Dao rhyme rules once again transformed into a new realm.
Anyone who breaks his realm will have to pay a price, not to mention that it is not the Dao Monarch of Destiny, even if the Dao Monarch of Destiny comes, it will be the same.
At the moment when Ning Cheng opened her eyes, the purple-haired woman chuckled in her heart for no reason.
Her wish butterfly didn't know how many souls she had devoured, how many avenue charms she had devoured, but no one had ever been like Ning Cheng.
Some strong people would indeed look at her when they were devoured by the Wish Butterfly, and there were only pious prayers and expectations in their eyes, and they were definitely not like Ning Cheng, calm with a bit of sarcasm.
Before the purple-haired woman could understand what was going on, Ning Cheng's Creation Divine Spear had already shot out, and the wild gun intent brought the breath of endless years and blasted towards her Wish Butterfly.
This is the magic power of the rules of time, as a supreme power, the purple-haired woman naturally knows the power of the years of practice.
The most powerful technique of the years is stagnation, or even regression.
However, this miraculous power of time sacrificed by Ning Cheng is not the stagnation of the years, nor is it the reversal of the years.
If she is asked to describe this magical power with her own feelings, it is that time flies, and time is like an arrow.
It's time to go by.
At this moment, the years poured down like a river bursting its embankment, and the rhyme of the years that poured down formed a space, time and space.
This is the third level of the triple realm of the Ningcheng years The "boom" crushed down the wish butterfly was blocked by the space of the years, abruptly stagnant, and the endless wish power rhyme seemed to be swallowed up by the years at this moment.
A spear crossed the space of time and slammed into the stagnant wishing butterfly.
That's all for today's update, good night friends To be continued
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