The young man was obviously no match for the middle-aged scribe. In addition, the middle-aged scribe took action first, and the protective field around the young man was directly blasted away. By the time the young man blocked the middle-aged scribe's attack, the middle-aged scribe had already killed him.
Dropped a thousand meters away.
In this kind of competition for the strong, even every penny is crucial. If the difference is a thousand meters, there is definitely no chance. The young man seemed to know that he had no chance anymore. He glared at the middle-aged scribe angrily without any hesitation.
Gone in an instant. The inner realm of chaos has just opened. Everything in it is a precious treasure from the beginning of chaos. No one will waste every breath at this time.
Just the opposite of the middle-aged scribe driving away the young man, when the fat monk attacked the white-haired old man, the white-haired old man withstood the fat monk's Tao Yun attack, and then used the fat monk's attack Tao Yun to fight
The danger of the realm splitting and the Tao Yun being scattered is accelerating.
The plan of the fat monk and the middle-aged scribe was originally the same. After driving away the opponents around them, they would reach Hongmeng Daoyun's location before Ning Cheng.
But now, because of what the white-haired old man did, among the several people rushing towards Hongmeng Daoyun, the white-haired old man was the fastest. If the speed of the white-haired old man were to be followed, he would definitely be the first to rush towards Hongmeng Daoyun.
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Ning Cheng spent so much effort to attract the Immortal Ax, and even participated in opening the inner realm of chaos. How could he let what he got be snatched away?
Even if Wuhen Riekong blocks him in front, Ning Cheng's speed has increased to the extreme at this moment, and even Tianyun's wings, which have not been used for a long time, are waving crazily. At this time, even a little increase in speed will be a huge
advantage, not to mention that Tianyun's wings gave Ningcheng more than just a little speed.
The void seemed to disappear at Ning Cheng's feet. In just a breath of 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 took action.
Ning Cheng raised his hand and waved countless regular Dao rhymes again, turning this space into his regular realm. The white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribe both attacked Ning Cheng with all their strength.
The middle-aged scribe's magic weapon is a copper needle, but the white-haired old man's magic weapon is extremely sinister. It is a colorless needle that is almost invisible to the naked eye and spiritual consciousness.
The middle-aged scribe's Tong Xiao was better. Although Xiao Yin could disperse Ning Cheng's regular Dao Yun, he still couldn't stop Ning Cheng. On the other hand, the white-haired old man's colorless needle would have been better if Ning Cheng hadn't used Wuhen Collapse first.
, Ning Cheng even doubted whether he could dodge the colorless needle that even the old man's spiritual consciousness could not scan.
Ning Cheng's regular space could only slow down Xiao Yinhe and Colorless Needle slightly, but the layers of void caused by the Wuhen Collapse caused Xiao Yin to lose the attack effect, and Colorless Needle also slowed down, at least
Divine consciousness can already scan it.
Even a traceless collapse cannot tear the space here apart and can only cause a slight collapse of the void. This slight collapse is enough for Ning Cheng.
When Wuhen Xingkong blocked the white-haired old man, Ning Cheng locked his eyes on the Hongmeng Daoyun.
A feeling of being alone in the clouds, watching all living beings from a distance suddenly came over me. It was not just vast and majestic, but a powerful state of mind that saw all the mountains and small ones at a glance.
Ning Cheng took a deep breath. Even if he didn't understand, he still knew that Hongmeng Daoyun was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe. How could he be qualified to hold such a treasure?
A breath of crisis came, and the divine spear of creation in Ning Cheng's hand turned into countless gun patterns and blasted towards the direction of the crisis. He even hit out countless restraints in his hand to lock this Hongmeng Daoyun, and pulled it in
within its own realm.
Just as Ning Cheng put away the Hongmeng Daoyun, the Daoyun exploded with a "boom", and Ning Cheng's divine spear of creation was hit by a powerful force of Daoyun. A wild whirlpool started from where the Hongmeng Daoyun was.
Rolling up, Ning Cheng was blasted backwards by the power of Daoyun that was counterattacked by the Divine Spear of Creation, and several cracks appeared in the protective realm.
Ning Cheng was secretly shocked. If he had taken away the Hongmeng Daoyun a moment later, Hongmeng Daoyun would have been swept away by the whirlpool just now. Even if he could snatch it back from the whirlpool, it might not be that simple.
All kinds of attacks calmed down, and Ning Cheng was surprised to find a large piece of solid soil under his feet. He had worked so hard to find this before, and now it appeared casually under his feet. As expected, the inner realm of chaos
There are treasures everywhere, so be sure to search carefully later.
Ning Cheng quickly raised his hand to grab the piece of Ding soil and put in the Xuanhuang Pearl. Unfortunately, it was not Heng soil. If it were Heng soil, he would have gathered all five soils.
It was only then that Ning Cheng laid his eyes on the opposite side of him. There were three people standing opposite him, a fat monk and a middle-aged scribe, and the one standing at the front was a purple-haired woman. That one
The white-haired old man who offered the colorless needle has long since disappeared. It seems that he knew that he could not snatch Hongmeng Daoyun from Ning Cheng, so he left on his own initiative.
Seeing Ning Cheng excitedly putting away a piece of Dingyang, the purple-haired woman revealed a trace of disdain on her lips and said in a calm tone, "Hand over Hongmeng Daoyun and leave."
Ning Cheng chuckled, this woman was really confident. Hongmeng Daoyun had snatched it by herself, but she actually asked him to hand it over directly. Her tone sounded like she would be rude if she didn't hand it over.
Seeing that Ning Cheng was not paying attention to her, the Taoist aura around the woman's body soared, and powerful Taoist auras exploded. Even the fat monk and the middle-aged scribe in the distance had to give some distance.
"I say it for the last time, hand over Hongmeng Daoyun and get out." The purple-haired woman directly changed from "walk" to "get out", and the murderous Daoyun condensed into reality one after another.
Is this the Lord of Destiny? Ning Cheng looked at the purple-haired woman in surprise, feeling confused.
Because the Dao Yun around a woman is the Dao Yun of destiny, and there is an aura of Dao Yun of long-cherished wishes in it...
But he heard Xiao Wuxin say that Lord Destiny was a very kind person. Not only did he teach his destiny skills to many Taoist disciples, but he also often opened a dojo to discuss Taoism. Is this woman so fierce, could she really be Lord Destiny?
"I understand, it turns out that you are the ancestor of the Lan Chengyuan clan, and what comes out of the gourd is what comes out." Ning Cheng Kuang said suddenly.
The ancestors of the Lan Chengyuan clan practiced the Destiny Cultivation Technique, but it can be seen from this purple-haired woman Ning Cheng that she understood the Fate of Destiny Kung Fu branch to the extreme, and even made breakthroughs.
Ning Cheng then shook his head. Except for A Li, the kings of the Lan Chengyuan clan seemed not to be good people.
The purple-haired woman didn't pay much attention to Ning Cheng's knowledge of the Lan Cheng Yuan Clan. When she saw Ning Cheng shaking his head, she stopped talking nonsense and launched a gray butterfly-shaped magical weapon with a monstrous wishing power and blasted towards Ning Cheng.
The moment the purple-haired woman offered up the magic weapon, Ning Cheng felt a desire to kneel on the ground and pray. The wish that followed the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was billowing like smoke, boundless.
Ning Cheng has never thought that the power of wish can reach such a terrifying level. If the will is weaker, I am afraid that the whole person will be directly transformed into a rhyme by the power of wish, and then become a part of the power of wish. And this kind of transformation into the power of wish
Yun, I am still willing to do it.
The soundless Taoist rhyme filled Ning Cheng's body, mind, and soul. It seemed that this kind of filling could not be driven away with the 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...
Ning Cheng was completely enveloped in the endless energy of wishing at this moment. The oppression and suffering seemed to be relieved and relieved only by kneeling on the ground.
"Turn it into the Tao Yun of your long-cherished wish for me..." the purple-haired woman scolded sternly, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost pressing down on Ning Cheng's head.
The middle-aged scribe who was watching the battle quietly retreated. He knew that even if Ning Cheng was killed, 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 got so lucky that he was able to enter the inner realm of chaos and get a Hongmeng Daoyun. It was a pity that he met her long-cherished Dao Lord.
Everything is illusion.
"Crack..." Ning Cheng's realm shattered into pieces, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was rolled down with endless power of long-cherished wishes.
Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes, the Dao Yun around his body was swirling wildly, and his own Dao Yun rules once again transformed into a new realm. Anyone who breaks his realm will have to pay a price, let alone the Taoist Master of Destiny, even if he is
It's the same thing when Lord Destiny comes.
The moment Ning Cheng opened his eyes, the purple-haired woman's heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason.
Her wishful butterfly did not know how many souls it had swallowed up, how many avenues and rhymes it had devoured, but there had never been anyone like Ning Cheng. Some strong men would indeed look at her when they were swallowed by wishful butterfly, with only pious prayers in their eyes.
He Zhengxiang was definitely not like Ning Cheng, who was calm and a little sarcastic.
Before the purple-haired woman could understand what was going on, Ning Cheng's Divine Spear of Creation had already fired out, and the wildly curling spear spirit brought the endless aura of time and blasted towards her wishing butterfly.
This is the magical power of time rules. As a powerful person, the purple-haired woman naturally knows the power of the time technique. The most powerful time technique is stagnation or even reverse flow.
But the magical power of time that Ning Cheng used was not a stagnation of years, nor a reverse flow of time. If she were to use her own feelings to describe this magical power, it would be that time flies like a shuttle and years are like arrows. This is the rapid advancement of time.
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At this moment, the years are pouring down crazily like a river bursting its banks. The pouring rhyme of years forms a space, time and space.
This is the third level of Ningcheng’s three levels of time!
"Boom..." The wishing butterfly that was crushing down was blocked by the space of time, and was suddenly stagnated. The endless power of wishing seemed to be swallowed up by the years at this moment. A spear crossed the space of time and blasted in the space of time.
Above the stagnant wishing butterfly.
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