The young man was obviously not the opponent of the middle-aged scribe, and the middle-aged scribe took the first shot, and the protective field around the young man was directly blasted away. By the time the young man blocked the attack of the middle-aged scribe, the middle-aged scribe had already left him a thousand meters away.

This kind of strong competition, even if it is a cent, is the key, and there is no chance if it is thousands of meters away. The young man also seemed to know that he had no chance again, so he stared angrily at the middle-aged scribe, and left without hesitation. The Chaos Inner Realm has just opened, and everything in it is a precious treasure at the beginning of Chaos, and every breath at this time will not be wasted.

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 forcibly endured the fat monk's Dao Yun attack, and then used the fat monk's attack Dao Yun to spell it out. The danger of the realm splitting and the rhythm being scattered has accelerated.

The fat monk and the middle-aged scholar had the same plan. After driving away the opponents around him, they would arrive at the place 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 was the fastest. If he followed the speed of the white-haired old man, he would definitely be the first to rush to Hongmeng Daoyun.

Ning Cheng worked so hard to attract the Indestructible Axe, and even participated in opening the chaotic inner world, how could he let the things he got in his hands be taken away?

Even if there were Wuhen Fissures in front of him, Ning Cheng's speed had increased to the extreme at this moment, and even Tianyun's wings, which had not been used for a long time, fluttered wildly. At this time, even a little increase in speed would be a huge advantage, not to mention the fact that Tianyun Twin Wings did not add a little speed to Ning Cheng.

The void seemed to have disappeared under Ning Cheng's feet. Just in the time of the change of breath, Ning Cheng surpassed the white-haired old man.

Almost at the same time, Ning Cheng, the white-haired old man, and the middle-aged scholar all started.

Ning Cheng raised his hand and waved countless rules and rhymes again, turning this space into his rule boundary. The white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribes blasted at Ning Cheng with all their strength.

The magic weapon of the middle-aged scribe is a copper scorpion, but the magic weapon of the white-haired old man is extremely insidious, it is a colorless needle that is almost invisible to the naked eye and spiritual sense.

The middle-aged scribe's Tong Xiao was better. Although Xiao Yin could shake off Ning Cheng's rules and rhyme, he couldn't stop Ning Cheng. On the other hand, if the colorless needle of the white-haired old man hadn't been sacrificed by Ning Cheng first, Ning Cheng even doubted whether he would be able to escape the colorless needle that the old man's consciousness could not scan.

Ning Cheng's rule space can only make Xiao Yinhe and Wuluozhen slightly slower, but the layers of voids caused by Wuhen collapsed, making Xiao Yin lose the attack effect, and Wuluozhen also slowed down, at least Consciousness can already be scanned.

Even if there is no trace collapse, it cannot tear the space here, and can only cause a slight collapse of the void. This slight collapse was enough for Ning Cheng.

When Wuhentaikong blocked the white-haired old man, Ning Cheng locked onto that Hongmeng Dao rhyme.

A feeling of being independent in the clouds and watching all beings from a distance suddenly surges up.

Ning Cheng took a deep breath, even if he didn't understand it, he knew that this Hongmeng Dao Yun was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this universe. To hold such a treasure, what qualifications are there?

An aura of crisis came, and the magic spear in Ning Cheng's hand turned into countless spear marks and blasted towards the direction where the crisis came. In his hand, he unhesitatingly hit countless restraints to lock this Hongmeng Dao rhyme and pull it in. within its own realm.

Just as Ning Cheng put away the Hongmeng Dao Rhyme, the rhyme of "Boom" exploded, and Ning Cheng's magic spear was hit by a powerful Dao Rhyme force. The vortex of madness rolled up from the location where the Hongmeng Dao Rhyme was located, and the Dao Rhyme power that Ning Cheng was backed up by the good fortune spear flew backwards, and a few cracks appeared in the protective boundary.

Ning Cheng was secretly shocked, if he took away that Hongmeng Daoyun a moment later, the Hongmeng Daoyun would probably be swept away by the whirlpool just now. Even if he can snatch it back from the whirlpool, it is probably not so simple.

All kinds of attacks calmed down, and Ning Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find that there was a large piece of land under his feet. This was what he had worked so hard to find before, and now it appears at his feet casually. The chaotic inner world is indeed full of treasures, and we must search carefully later.

Ning Cheng quickly raised his hand and grabbed this piece of Ding soil, and put it into the Xuanhuang Pearl. It is a pity that it is not Hengyang. If it is Hengyang, he will gather all the five soils.

Only now did Ning Cheng set his eyes on the opposite side of him. There were three people standing opposite him, a fat monk, a middle-aged scribe, and a purple-haired woman standing at the front. The white-haired old man who took out the colorless needle had long since disappeared. It seemed that he knew that he couldn't snatch away Hongmeng Daoyun from Ning Cheng, so he took the initiative to leave.

When the purple-haired woman saw Ning Cheng excitedly put away a piece of Dingyuan, there was a trace of disdain on the corner of her mouth, and she said in a flat tone, "Hand over the Hongmeng Dao Yun, and then go."

Ning Cheng chuckled, this woman is really confident. Hongmeng Daoyun grabbed it by himself, and even asked him to hand it over directly. Hearing her tone, she seemed to be rude if she didn't hand it over.

Seeing that Ning Cheng didn't pay attention to herself, this woman's whole body was rhythmically rising, and the aura of powerful avenues exploded. Even the fat monk and middle-aged scholar in the distance had to keep some distance.

"Say it for the last time, hand over the Hongmeng Dao Yun, and then get out." The purple-haired woman directly changed the walking to the scroll, and the killing intent Dao Yun was condensed into the essence wave after wave.

Is this fate Daojun? Ning Cheng looked at the purple-haired woman in astonishment, feeling uncertain in her heart.

Because the Dao Dao rhyme around a woman is the Dao Dao rhyme of fate, and there is a kind of long-cherished Dao rhyme in it...

But he heard Xiao Wuxin say that Fate Daojun is a very kind person. He not only taught his own destiny exercises to many Daoists, but also often opened a dojo to discuss Dao. This woman is so fierce, is she really Destiny Daojun?

"I understand, it turns out that you are the ancestor of the Lanchengyuan clan, and what kind of gourd really produces what kind of scoop." Ning Cheng said madly.

The ancestors of the Lan Chengyuan clan practiced the Destiny Cultivation Technique, but from this purple-haired woman Ning Cheng, it could be seen that she had realized the fate of destiny, a branch of the Destiny Cultivation Technique, to the extreme, and even made a breakthrough.

Immediately, Ning Cheng shook his head. Except for that A Li, the kings of the Lan Chengyuan clan didn't seem to be very good.

Knowing that Ning Cheng knew about the Lan Chengyuan clan, the purple-haired woman didn't take it to heart at all. Seeing Ning Cheng shaking his head, she stopped talking nonsense at all, and a gray butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up the sky with a monstrous wish and rhythm and blasted towards Ning Cheng.

At the moment when the purple-haired woman sacrificed the magic weapon, Ning Cheng felt a desire to pray on the ground. The wish power that came with the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like smoke, and it was boundless.

Ning Cheng had never imagined that the power of vows could reach such a terrifying level. If his willpower was weaker, I am afraid that the whole person would be directly transformed into a rhyme by the power of vows, and then become a part of the power of vows. And this kind of transformation into the rhythm of willingness, strength, and rhythm, is still his own willingness.

The soundless Dao rhyme penetrated Ning Cheng's body, mind and soul. It seemed that this penetration could not be expelled by his body and will.

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

At this moment, Ning Cheng was completely enveloped by the endless wish, strength and rhythm. The oppression and torment seemed to be relieved and relieved only by kneeling on the ground.

"Turn me into a long-awaited Dao rhyme..." The purple-haired woman scolded sharply, the butterfly-shaped magic weapon was like a rolling mountain, almost pressing down on Ning Cheng's head.

The middle-aged scholar who was watching the battle quietly retreated. He knew that even if Ning Cheng was killed, the 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 enough to be able to enter the chaotic inner world, and also obtained a rhyme of Hongmeng Dao. It's a pity that when I met her long-awaited Daojun, everything was illusory.

"Kacha..." Ning Cheng's realm shattered, and the butterfly-shaped magic weapon rolled up the endless power of wish and crushed it madly.

Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes, Dao Rhythm all over his body, 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 Daojun of Fate, even if the Daojun of Destiny comes, it is the same.

The instant Ning Cheng opened his eyes, the purple-haired woman groaned for no apparent reason.

Her wish butterfly did not know how many souls and how many Dao Dao rhymes had been swallowed, but no one had ever been like Ning Cheng. Some powerhouses would indeed look at her when they were swallowed up by the Butterfly Wishes, and there were only sincere prayers and expectations in their eyes, definitely not like Ning Cheng, with a bit of sarcasm in their calmness.

Before the purple-haired woman could understand what was going on, Ning Cheng's good fortune spear was already shot out.

This is the magical power of time rules. As a superpower, the purple-haired woman naturally knows the power of the time-based practice. The most powerful time technique is stagnation, or even reverse flow.

However, the magical power of time that Ning Cheng offered was not the stagnation of the years, nor the reversal of the years. If she were to use her own feelings to describe this magical power, it would be that time flies, and time flies like arrows. It's the years that go fast.

At this moment, the years poured down like a river with a dyke burst, and the rhythm of the pouring down the years formed a space, the time and space of the years.

This is the third level of Ningcheng's three-level age!

"Boom..." The crushed Wish Butterfly was blocked by the time space, and it was abruptly stagnant, and the endless wish force and rhyme seemed to be swallowed up by the years at this moment. A long spear crossed the space of time and slammed into the stagnant Wish Butterfly.

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