Ning Cheng has seen the practice of the wishing people, and it is indeed a branch of the fate. It was only after the cultivation, it was completely deformed, and it became the life of the wish.

In addition to self-cultivation, this method can also enhance its own strength through shortcuts. This shortcut is to absorb the worship power of believers. At the beginning, A-Lei will also be willing to talk about Ningcheng simply, and Ning Cheng is also generally aware of the cultivation path of the wish.

The more devout the believer is, the more pure and powerful the willingness will be. For the remnant of the cultivation of the destiny, the purity of the will is essential.

A Mars was swept up by the power of the soul of the remnant, and the dry wood of the altar at the foot of the underground was burned.

Ning Cheng’s heart was very anxious, but his expression was very calm, even with a smile, sing softly, “I don’t know how to live, I can’t be self-cultivated. When the time is right, the sun and the moon are dull; when the time is not, the grass is not born. Life has no wish, no practice, nostalgia. I pray for the pure soul as a wish, I will voluntarily pray for the emperor with my life, sacrifice life for the emperor..."

Ning Cheng’s singing voice continued to rise, and he stepped on the altar and stepped on the altar. The flame burns Ning Cheng's clothes in the blink of an eye and begins to burn his hair and skin.

The reason why I dare to do this is because Ning Cheng knows too much about the cultivation of the wish of the wish. The pure soul willing to force, and the devout willingness to contribute voluntarily.

The soul of Yan Qing is pure, but Yan Qing is obviously not willing to be burned to death, and he is unwilling to use his own soul and life to grow the soul of the life of the wish. Ning Cheng is different. He sings this, and even his heart is really willing to stand up and contribute his life to the life of the wish. This is what the wishing soul wants most.

Ning Cheng Xiu was lost. He is a strong-minded person after all. The vaguely powerful soul is willing to force the soul, and the soul of the remnant has long been thrown aside.

This pure, and voluntary, powerful soul and sacrifice of life can be mixed with other souls? Therefore, after the Daning City stepped onto the altar, it was easy to pull the indigo from the altar column.

"You are going quickly." Yan Qing smelled the burning smell of the skin on Ning Cheng. Cried anxiously. What Ning Cheng said before is true or false, she has long been reluctant to consider. A person who can risk her life to save her, even if she is telling lies, is true to her.

Since her note. No one has ever been voluntarily burned to save her.

The flame has not yet burned on her body. She feels the torment, and Ning Cheng has already been ignited. How can this pain and suffering be able to withstand the past? And she could only watch Ning Cheng being burned in front of her, which made her unbearable. She would rather burn herself.

The pain of tearing spread from the skin of Ning Cheng to the heart, and then penetrated into the deepest part of the soul. Even if Ning Cheng used to suffer from all kinds of terrible pains, there was no such thing as being burned by flames. Before he refining his body, he can finally run the resistance and even help with the remedy. Now, he is hard to let the flames burn.

"Ning Big Brother..."

"Big brother..."

The voices of Xiaohuahua and Yu’s brothers and sisters came and they were anxious. The three men also ran over, obviously wanting to pull the fire to save Ningcheng.

"Ningcheng, you are going, I believe in your words..." Qing Qing almost cried out. She did not know where the courage came, to drag Ning Cheng out of the fire.

Ning Cheng knows that he must not go. If he leaves, can the remnant of the cultivation of the willingness of the family be able to stop? From the flame, the fire does not burn, he knows clearly.

He grabbed the arm of the indigo, twisted his face, and said in a hoarse, almost incomprehensible statement, "You don't have to put it in your heart, don't owe me anything... You used to freeze me for the past life, this life let me burn for you. dead……"

He is worried that if the Qing Dynasty is successful in the future. There are also traces in my heart. After saying this sentence, I directly grabbed the strength of the whole body and threw it out, and cried at the same time, "Small flowers. You three remember, if anyone dares to bully, kill innocent..."

"No..." Yan Qing did not even say the next sentence, and was thrown by Ning Cheng from the top of the flame to the three screaming flowers.

"Hey!" At the moment when Yan Qing was thrown out by Ning Cheng, the fire completely broke out, and the people outside would never see the shadow of Ning Cheng. It is completely a small volcano. The little three who ran to the front of the flower called the blue, and looked at the flame hill, staring blankly. This kind of flame, they can only look at it.

When the indigo was thrown out and the flame burst out, ‘咔嚓’, Ning Cheng’s heart seemed to have a shackle suddenly broken and broken. The endless rhythm of the rhythm gathered, the gods that could not be released suddenly expanded out, and the gods rose wildly, and the rhyme was condensed alongside Ningcheng.

A kind of ecstasy rushed into the heart of Ning Cheng. His track marks were sent out of the indigo, instead of the moment that the indigo was burned by the fire, and it was repaired to the same madness. When his repairs are restored, this kind of fire will have no effect even if he burns him for thousands of years.

The rhyme is pervasive, and the restoration is restored. The burned flesh is no longer suffering in the flames, but a nirvana, and the strength of the flesh is also rapidly returning.

The gods of Ning Cheng immediately swept out overwhelmingly, and the next moment he saw the remnant soul hidden in the sky above the wishing temple.

Ning Cheng did not hesitate to raise his hand and grab the past. A scream of tears came, and the fate of the soul was bound by the space of Ning Cheng. In Ningcheng’s palm, there was no resistance, and it turned into a fly ash. The spirit is gone.

The beautiful and fabulous temple of the goddess, in this moment of mad collapse, turned into a ruin in a blink of an eye.

The thunder and thunder roared in the air, Ning Cheng only wanted to scream, his repair was restored. The traces of the avenue were repaired and repaired, and his strength came directly to the late stage of the mixed yuan.

Although it has not yet touched the realm of harmony, it is only a matter of time. With the help of Bodhi, he has already seen the way to join.

A horrible space vortex pressure came, and the surrounding space began to split. The horrible vortex suction, it seems that the next moment will be Ning Cheng completely inhaled into the void.

Ning Cheng is very clear about what is going on here. This is because his strength is restored and the rhythm rules are too strong. This interface can't bear it. However, Ning Cheng does not care, with his strength, wants to converge on his own rhyme, and then stand on this low-level interface, you can do it.

Just as Ning Cheng wanted to converge on the rhythm of his own rhythm, a familiar horror of rhythm rushed to him.

Ning Cheng’s heart trembled, and he was too familiar with this rhythm. Originally on the top of the abyss of Taiyijie. He was caught by the handprint once, and the handprint was far from strong at this time. This time, he felt the rhythm again, which was more than a hundred times stronger than the original one.

Hurry and never stay in this place. This is the only thought of Ning Cheng. When he came up with this idea, he did not do any resistance, letting him **** away the crazy whirlpool.

This rhythm vortex suction is because his repair is too strong, and he is not allowed to stay in the low-level interface. Ning Cheng can resist. Now he is afraid to resist.

Once he resists this vortex suction, the familiar handprint will definitely slam on this interface. Whether he is the opponent of the opponent, the terrible momentum, this low-level interface will definitely be smashed into slag.

After Ningcheng followed the rhythm of the rhythm and rushed into the void, he felt that the powerful atmosphere, such as the skeleton of the skeleton, generally followed.

Ning Cheng is relieved, and the strength of this person is definitely far stronger than him, and he is even more powerful than him.

But as long as this person follows him, he will not take care of the low-level interface where Shacheng is located. Otherwise, he is incapable of blocking.

Ning Cheng fled in the void, and the breath followed in the back. Ning Cheng did not know how many interfaces he had escaped. How many voids have been crossed, but that handprint is still behind him.

Too slow, Ning Cheng knows the strong breath behind him, just the sensory of the strong. The reason for this is because the strong man is far away from him, and once the strong man catches up, he can no longer escape.

When another space vortex appeared in front of Ning Cheng, Ning Cheng directly entered the Xuan Huangzhu, so that Xuan Huangzhu was automatically involved in the space vortex.

Xuan Huangzhu has already become his thing, without his consent. No one will ever feel it.

......

Shacheng, this time completely plunged into silence. Before Ningcheng replaced the indigo into the fire, it was not a big deal.

The thunder in the air rolled, and everyone clearly stood in the open space. Also felt a kind of death oppression in the tumbling thunder. Fortunately, the oppression disappeared in an instant, and then, everyone can see and feel, only the collapse of the temple.

After a long time, when the breath of death and oppression disappeared, some people suddenly shouted. "Hey, how do I feel that the emperor does not exist?"

"I also felt it, and I never had the idea of ​​praying before."

No one said that this incident is okay. Some people talked about this incident and suddenly caused another voice. "That is a bad thing, and finally it was condemned. This place has also been shattered by the thunder..."

"Yes, these people are doing evil..."

One voice became ten, ten turned into a hundred, and then formed a myriad of sounds. The believers who wished the emperor began to sneak back because they themselves lost the idea of ​​praying.

Mars has already started, and even if they retreat, there is no way to contain it. Countless people rushed to the believers, and countless people smashed together.

When I got to the back, I couldn’t even tell who was a believer and who was not a believer.

The city owner of Shacheng saw this scene ~lightnovelpub.net~ did not care much, but calmly began to mobilize the army to come to chaos. He knows that after this incident, Shacheng will no longer have that monthly sacrifice, and there is no such thing as a wish for the emperor.

......

In the plethora of squares, people have already dispersed, leaving only the blood and mess of the land. Only Yan Qing stood still on the edge of the altar, and behind her was a small screaming flower.

Dreamland, Ningcheng, altar, fire, past life, life...

These scenes are constantly intertwined in her mind, and it is impossible to tell which one is true and which one is false.

Only Ning Cheng’s sentence is still clear. “You don’t have to worry about it. In the past life, you died for me. This life made me burn for you...”

(Today's update is here, dear friends, good night, by the way, ask for a monthly ticket to support the creation!)

(To be continued.)

...()