The young man was clearly no match for the middle-aged scribe, and when the middle-aged scribe struck first, the protective boundary around the young man was blown away. By the time the young man blocked the middle-aged scribe’s attack, the middle-aged scribe had already left him a thousand metres away.
In this kind of fight between the strongest people, even a single point was crucial, and a difference of a thousand metres was a sure sign that there was no chance. The young man also seemed to know that he had no more chances, and gave the middle-aged scribe an angry stare, leaving in an instant without a moment’s hesitation. The Chaos Inner Realm had just opened, and anything in it was a precious treasure from the beginning of Chaos, and no one would waste every breath at this time.
Contrary to the middle-aged scribe chasing away the young man, when the fat monk struck out against the white-haired old man, the white-haired old man took the fat monk’s Dao rhyme attack hard and then, with the help of the fat monk’s attacking Dao rhyme, spelled out the danger of the boundary cracking open and the Dao rhyme scattering even faster.
The fat monk and the middle-aged scribe originally had the same intention, after driving the opponents around them away, they would reach the location of the Dao Rhyme of Hong Meng before Ning Cheng.
But now, because of what the white-haired old man had done, the white-haired old man was instead the fastest among the several people who were rushing towards the Dao Rhyme of Hong Meng. If the speed of the white-haired old man was anything to go by, he would definitely be the first to rush close to the Dao Rhyme of Hong Meng.
Ning Cheng had gone to such great lengths to lure in the Indestructible Axe and even participated in opening the Chaotic Inner Realm himself, so how could he let what was in his hands be snatched away?
Even with the Indestructible Cleft in the way, Ning Cheng’s speed at this moment was raised to the extreme, and even the Heavenly Cloud Twin Wings, which he had not used for a long time, swung wildly. At this time, even a small increase in speed would be a huge advantage, not to mention the fact that the Heavenly Cloud Twin Wings added more than a little speed to Ning Cheng.
It was as if the void had disappeared beneath Ning Cheng’s feet, and in just a turn of breath, Ning Cheng had 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 their moves.
Ning Cheng raised his hand and once again waved out countless rule dao rhythms, turning this side of space into his rule realm. And the white-haired old man and the middle-aged scribe both blasted at Ning Cheng with all their might.
While the middle-aged scribe’s magic treasure was a bronze Xiao, the white-haired old man’s magic treasure was insidious, a colourless needle that was almost invisible to the naked eye and divine sense.
The middle-aged scribe’s bronze shaw was a little better, although the shaw sound could shake apart Ning Cheng’s rule dao rhythm, it could not stop Ning Cheng yet. It was the white haired old man’s colourless needle that if Ning Cheng hadn’t sacrificed the Streakless Collapse of Air first, Ning Cheng doubted that he could even dodge the old man’s colourless needle that couldn’t even be swept by his divine sense.
Ning Cheng’s Rule Space could only slow down Xiao Yin and and the colourless needle slightly, but the layers of void collapse brought about by the Streakless Collapse Void caused Xiao Yin to lose the effect of his attack, and the colourless needle also slowed down, and at least his divine sense could already sweep it.
Even the Traceless Collapse of Air could not tear the space here, and could only cause a slight collapse of the void. This slight collapse was already enough for Ning Cheng.
While the scarless collapsed void was blocking the white-haired old man, Ning Cheng locked onto that one Dao Rhythm of Hongmeng.
A feeling of being independent in the clouds and looking at all beings from afar suddenly surged up, it was not just vast and majestic, but a powerful state of mind that saw all the mountains.
Ning Cheng took a deep breath, even if he didn’t know any better, he knew that this Dao Rhythm of Hong Meng was probably the most precious cultivation treasure in this side of the universe. When one held such a treasure, where was the difference in qualifications?
As a crisis arose, the divine Spear of Creation in Ning Cheng’s hand turned into countless spear patterns and blasted towards the direction where the crisis came from, and in his hand, he even struck out countless forbidden systems to lock this Dao Rhyme of Greatness into his realm without question.
Just as Ning Cheng gathered up the Dao Rhyme, the Dao Rhyme exploded with a “boom” and Ning Cheng’s Divine Gun of Creation was hit by a powerful Dao Rhyme force. A wild vortex swirled up from where the Dao Rhyme was located, and Ning Cheng was blown backwards by the Dao Rhyme force that came back from the Divine Spear of Creation, and several cracks appeared in his protective realm.
Ning Cheng was secretly shocked, if he had been a moment late in collecting that one Dao Rhyme of the Divine Essence, I was afraid that the Dao Rhyme of the Divine Essence would have been swept away by the vortex just now. Even if he had still managed to snatch it back from the vortex, it probably wouldn’t have been that easy.
The various attacks calmed down and Ning Cheng was pleasantly surprised to find a large piece of fixed loam under his feet. This was something that he had gone through a lot of trouble to find before, and now it had casually appeared under his feet. The Chaotic Inner Realm was indeed full of treasures, so he would definitely have to search it carefully later.
Ning Cheng hurriedly raised his hand and grabbed this piece of fixed loam, sending it into the Xuanhuang Pearl. It was a pity that it was not a Hengyang loam, if it was a Hengyang loam, he would have gathered all five loams.
It was only at this point that Ning Cheng landed his gaze on the opposite side of him. Opposite him stood three people, a fat monk, a middle-aged scribe, while the one standing at the front was a purple-haired woman. The white-haired old man who had sacrificed the colourless needle had long since disappeared, it looked like he should have known that he was unable to snatch the Dao Rhyme of Hongmeng from Ning Cheng’s hands and had left of his own accord.
When the purple-haired woman saw Ning Cheng excitedly put away a piece of fixed loam, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of her mouth as she said in a flat tone, “Hand over the Dao Rhyme of Hongmeng and then leave.”
Ning Cheng chuckled, this woman really had a great deal of confidence. He had grabbed the Dao Rhyme of Hongmeng himself and was actually asking him to just hand it over. Hearing her tone as if she would be ungracious if he didn’t hand it over.
Seeing that Ning Cheng did not pay attention to himself, the Dao Rhyme around this woman rose wildly, a strong Dao aura exploded and exploded, even the fat monk and the middle-aged scribe in the distance had to give way some distance.
“For the last time, hand over the Dao Rhyme of Hongmeng and get lost.” The purple-haired woman directly changed go to roll, and the killing dao rhyme even coalesced into substance in wave after wave.
This was the Dao Sovereign of Destiny? Ning Cheng looked at the purple-haired woman in amazement, his heart wondering.
Because the Dao Dao rhyme around the woman was the Dao Rhyme of Fate, with an aura of the Dao Rhyme of Fate in it ……
However, he had heard Xiao Wuxin say that the Daoist Monarch of Destiny was a very kind person who not only taught his Daoist Technique of Destiny to many Daoist disciples, but also often held Daoist discussions, so this woman was so fierce, was she really the Daoist Monarch of Destiny?
“I see, so you are the ancestor of the Blue Cheng Wishes clan, it is true that what kind of gourd produces what kind of dipper.” Ning Cheng said frantically then in a daze.
The ancestor of the Blue Cheng Wishes Clan cultivated the Fate Technique, but from this purple-haired woman Ning Cheng could tell that she had perceived the Fate Technique’s branch of Fate Destiny to the extreme, and had even made another breakthrough.
Then Ning Cheng shook his head, apart from that Ah Li, the few kings of the Blue Cheng Wishes Clan did not seem to be any good.
To Ning Cheng’s knowledge of the Blue Cheng Wishes Clan, the purple haired woman did not even put it into her mind. When she saw Ning Cheng shake his head, she simply stopped talking and a grey butterfly shaped magic treasure rolled up a monstrous wish power dao rhyme and blasted at Ning Cheng.
The moment the purple-haired woman offered up the magic treasure, Ning Cheng felt a longing to prostrate himself in prayer. The wish power that came with that butterfly-shaped magic treasure rolled like smoke and was vast and boundless.
Ning Cheng had never thought that wish power could reach such a terrifying level, if his mind was weaker, I was afraid that his entire body would be turned into a dao rhyme by this wish power and then become a part of it. Moreover, this transformation into a dao rhyme of wish power was done willingly.
The soundless Dao rhyme filled Ning Cheng’s body, mind and soul, a filling that seemed to be impossible to dispel with the body and will.
I will pray with my flesh and blood, I will pray with my soul, I will pray with my Dao ……
The endless Dao rhythms of wishing power completely enveloped Ning Cheng at this moment, and that oppression and torment seemed to be relieved and relieved only by falling to one’s knees.
“Transform into the Dao Rhyme of Wishes for me ……,” the purple-haired woman scolded in a stern voice, and the butterfly-shaped magic treasure was even like a rolling mountain, almost pressing down on top of Ning Cheng’s head.
The middle-aged scribe watching the battle on the side quietly retreated, knowing that even if Ning Cheng was killed, that Dao Rhyme of the Dao of the Hierophant would no longer be his.
A cold smile appeared at the corner of the purple haired woman’s mouth, she did not know how Ning Cheng had **** lucked out, he had managed to enter the Chaotic Inner Realm and even obtained a Dao Rhyme of Hong Meng. Unfortunately, having met her Predestined Daoist Monarch, everything was illusory.
“Ka-ching ……” Ning Cheng’s realm shattered open, and the butterfly shaped magic treasure even rolled up an endless amount of Hosted Wishes power and crushed down wildly.
Ning Cheng slowly opened his eyes as the Dao Rhythm around him swept wildly, his own Dao Rhythm rules once again transforming into a new realm. It would cost anyone to break his realm, not to mention that it was not the Dao Monarch of Destiny, even if the Dao Monarch of Destiny came, it would still be the same.
The instant Ning Cheng opened his eyes, the purple-haired woman’s heart thudded for no reason.
Her Wishing Butterfly did not know how many souls it had devoured and how many Dao Dao rhythms it had devoured, yet no one had ever been the same as Ning Cheng. There were some powerful people who would indeed look at her when they were devoured by the Wishing Butterfly, and there was only devout prayer and expectation in those eyes, definitely not like Ning Cheng, who was 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 blasted out, the wildly curling spear intent bringing up an endless aura of age as it blasted at her Wishing Butterfly.
This was a time rule divine ability, and as a supreme being, the purple-haired woman naturally knew how powerful the Age and Moon Technique was. The most powerful Age and Moon Technique was stagnation, or even reversal.
However, this Ages Divine Aptitude that Ning Cheng had sacrificed was not a stagnation of the Ages, nor was it a backward flow of the Ages. If she were to describe this divine ability with her own feelings, it would be that light and time were like a shuttle and the years were like arrows. It was the years speeding forward.
At this moment, the years poured down like a river breaking its banks in a frenzy, and this pouring down of the Dao rhythm of the years formed a space, the Time and Space of the Years.
This was the third level of Ning Cheng’s Three Realms of Ages!
“Boom ……” The crushing Wishing Butterfly was blocked by the Space of Ages, and abruptly stalled as the endless Wishing Dao Rhyme seemed to be swallowed up by the Ages at this moment. A lance crossed the space of the ages and blasted at the stagnant Wishing Butterfly.