Chapter 1287

Ning Cheng had seen the practice of the Wish Clan, and it was indeed a branch of the Destiny practice. It's just that after cultivating to the back, it was completely deformed, and it became the fate of the wish.

In addition to self-cultivation, this exercise can also enhance one's strength through a shortcut. This shortcut is to absorb the worship power of believers. Back then, A Li had also briefly explained the Wishing Power Technique to Ning Cheng, and Ning Cheng also had a general idea of ​​how to cultivate the Fate of Fate.

The more devout the believer, the purer and stronger the vow. For the remnant souls cultivating the fate of a long-cherished wish, the purity of the will is very important.

A spark was swept over by the power of the remnant soul, and the dry wood on the altar at the feet of Yu Qing underground suddenly burned.

Ning Cheng felt extremely restless, but his expression was unusually calm, even with a slight smile, he sang softly, "If you don't know your fate, you can't cultivate your body. If the sky is not in season, the sun and moon will not shine; There is no long-term wish for life, no foundation for practice, and Taoist thoughts are mixed. I pray for the purity of my soul, and I voluntarily use my life to pray for the emperor and sacrifice my life for the emperor..."

Ning Cheng's chant continued, and at the same time he stepped on the altar with dry wood. The flames burned Ning Cheng's clothes in an instant, and began to burn his hair and skin.

The reason why he dared to do this was because Ning Cheng knew too much about the cultivation of his destiny. No matter how pure the soul's willpower is, it is not as strong as the devout willpower that voluntarily contributes.

Yu Qing's soul is pure, but Yu Qing is obviously unwilling to be burned to death, and is unwilling to use her soul and life to strengthen the remnant soul who cultivates her long-cherished destiny. But Ning Cheng was different. He chanted this, and even in his heart he was really willing to stand up and donate his life to the remnant soul of the wish, which was what the remnant soul of the wish clan wanted most.

Ning Cheng's cultivation base was lost. After all, he was a powerhouse of Primordial Primordial Power, and the vaguely powerful Spiritual Wish power made the remnants of the wish clan leave Yu Qing aside for a long time.

How can this pure and voluntary powerful soul and sacrificial life be mixed with other souls? Therefore, after Danning Cheng stepped onto the altar, he easily pulled Yu Qing away from the altar column.

"Hurry up." Yu Qing shouted anxiously when she smelled the burnt skin on Ning Cheng's body. Whether what Ning Cheng said before was true or false, she had long been unwilling to consider it. A person who can risk his life to save her, even if he tells a lie, is sincere to her.

As far back as she can remember, no one has volunteered to be burned to save her.

Before the flames burned her body, she felt the torment, and Ning Cheng had already been ignited. How could she endure this kind of pain and suffering? And she could only watch Ning Cheng being burned in front of her, this feeling was unbearable for her, she would rather burn herself.

The tearing pain spread from Ning Cheng's skin to his heart, and then penetrated into the deepest part of his soul. Even though Ning Cheng had endured all kinds of terrifying injuries during body training, there was no more torment than being burned by flames. Before he trained his body, after all, he could run the exercises to resist, and he could even use medicinal pills to help. But now, he is abruptly letting the flames burn.

"Brother Ning..."

"Big brother..."

The voices of the little beggars and the Mi brothers and sisters came, and they were very anxious. The three also ran over from a distance, obviously wanting to pull out the fire and save Ning Cheng.

"Ning Cheng, hurry up, I believe what you said..." Yu Qing almost cried, she didn't know where the courage came from, she wanted to drag Ning Cheng out of the fire.

Ning Cheng knew that he would definitely not be able to leave. If he left, how could the remnant souls who practiced the Wishing Clan's cultivation technique give up? He knew clearly from the fact that the flame did not burn Yu Qing.

He grabbed Yu Qing's arm, twisted his face, and said in hoarse words that could hardly be heard clearly, "You don't have to take it to heart, and you don't owe me anything... In the past life, you froze to death for me, and in this life, let me burn for you. die……"

He was worried that if Yu Qing succeeded in his cultivation in the future, he would also have Dao marks in his heart. After saying this, he directly grabbed Yu Qing and threw it out with all his strength. At the same time, he shouted, "Little beggar, remember the three of you, if anyone dares to bully Yu Qing, kill Wushe..."

"No..." Yu Qing didn't even say the next word, and was thrown by Ning Cheng from above the flames to the three beggars.

"Bang!" The moment Yu Qing was thrown out by Ning Cheng, the fire completely erupted, and the people outside could no longer see the slightest shadow of Ning Cheng. It was a small volcano. The three little beggars who ran to the front supported Yu Qing and stared at the flaming hill dumbfounded. This kind of flame, they can only see.

When Yu Qing was thrown out and the flames burst out, there was a 'click' sound, as if a shackle in Ning Cheng's heart was suddenly torn apart. The endless Dao rhyme aura gathered, the divine consciousness that could not be released suddenly stretched out, the divine essence rose wildly, and the Dao rhyme condensed around Ning Cheng one after another.

A kind of ecstasy flooded Ning Cheng's heart, his Dao Mark was sending Yu Qing out, replacing the moment when Yu Qing was burned by the fire, and the cultivation level was the same arrogance. When his cultivation is restored, this kind of ordinary fire will have no effect on him even if it burns him for thousands of years.

Dao rhythm pervades, cultivation is restored, and the burned body is no longer torment in the flames, but a kind of nirvana, and the strength of the body is returning rapidly.

Ning Cheng's consciousness immediately swept out, and the next moment he saw the remnant of the soul hidden in the sky above the Temple of Fate.

Ning Cheng raised his hand and grabbed it without hesitation, and a tearing scream came. Zhuming's remnant soul was bound by Ning Cheng's space, without the slightest resistance in Ning Cheng's palm, it turned into flying ashes The soul is gone.

The beautiful Blessing Holy Temple collapsed crazily at this moment and turned into ruins in a blink of an eye.

Rolling thunder roared dully in the air, Ning Cheng just wanted to roar loudly, his cultivation was restored. The traces of the avenue were repaired, and the cultivation base was restored, and his strength came directly to the late Hunyuan.

Although it has not yet reached the realm of Hedao, it is only a matter of time. With the help of looking back on Bodhi, he had already seen the way to the path.

One after another terrifying space vortex pressure rolled in, and the surrounding space began to crack. That terrifying vortex suction seemed to suck Ning Cheng into the void in the next moment.

Ning Cheng knew very well what was going on. This was because his strength had recovered, and the rules of Dao Yun were too strong for this interface to bear. But Ning Cheng didn't care. With his strength, if he wanted to restrain his own rhythm, and then set foot on this low-level interface, he could do it.

Just when Ning Cheng wanted to restrain his Dao Rhythm rules, a familiar and terrifying Dao Rhyme aura rushed towards him.

Ning Cheng's heart trembled, he was too familiar with this rhythm. Back then, he was caught by the handprint once above the underground abyss of the Taiyi Realm. At that time, the handprint was far less powerful than it was at this time. This time, he felt this rhythm again, and it was more than a thousand times stronger than the original palm print.

Hurry up, you must not stay in this place. This was Ning Cheng's only thought. When this thought came together, he didn't make any resistance, letting the crazy Dao Rhyme whirlpool suck him away.

This rhythm vortex suction is because his cultivation is too strong, and he is not allowed to stay in the low-level interface. Ning Cheng could resist, but now he did not dare to resist.

Once he resists this vortex suction, the handprint of the familiar breath will definitely blast on this interface. No matter whether he is the opponent's opponent or not, this kind of terrifying momentum will definitely be smashed into slag.

After Ning Cheng rushed into the void following the Dao Yun whirlpool, he felt the powerful aura coming after him like a tarsal maggot.

Instead, Ning Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, this person's strength was definitely far stronger than him, even more than a few grades stronger than him.

But as long as this person follows him, just ignore the low-level interface where Sand City is located. Otherwise, he has no ability to stop it.

Ning Cheng fled frantically in the void, and that aura followed frantically. Ning Cheng didn't know how many screens he had escaped, how many voids he had crossed, but that handprint was still behind him.

It was too slow, Ning Cheng knew that the powerful aura that followed behind him was just the feeling of the strong man. The reason for this was because the strong man was extremely far away from him. Once the strong man chased after him, he would never be able to escape.

When another spatial vortex appeared in front of Ning Cheng, Ning Cheng directly entered the Xuanhuangzhu, and the Xuanhuangzhu was automatically involved in the spatial vortex.

Xuanhuangzhu has already become his thing, without his consent, no one will feel it.

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Jiang Shacheng was completely silent at this time. The matter of Ning Cheng entering the fire in place of Yu Qing before was not a big deal.

The thunder rolled in the air, and everyone was clearly standing in the open space, and the sound of the rolling thunder also felt the oppression of death. Fortunately, the oppression disappeared in an instant, and later, all people could see and feel was the collapse of the Holy Temple of Blessing.

After a long time, when the breath of death's oppression disappeared, someone in the crowd suddenly whispered, "Hey, why do I feel that Emperor Zhuming does not exist?"

"I feel it too, and I no longer have the thought of wanting to kneel and pray before..."

No one said it was okay, but when someone mentioned it, another voice suddenly aroused, "The headmaster has done a lot of evil, and he was finally punished by heaven, and this place was also smashed to pieces by the thunder..."

"Yes, these people are doing a lot of evil..."

One voice became ten, ten became a hundred, and then countless voices were formed. Those followers of Zhuming Dijun began to retreat secretly, because they themselves lost the idea of ​​praying.

Mars has already ignited, and even if they retreat, there is no way to stop them. Countless people rushed to those believers, and countless people fought together.

At the back, it is not even clear who is a believer and who is not a believer.

When the city lord of Shacheng saw this scene, he didn't care much, but calmly began to mobilize the army to come to pacify the chaos. He knew that after this incident, Jiangsha City would no longer have that monthly sacrifice, and there would be no headmaster who wished the emperor.

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In the crowded square, people have long since dispersed, leaving only bloodstains and messes all over the place. Only Yu Qing was still standing beside the altar that had been trampled to the ground, and behind her were three beggars.

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

These scenes were constantly intertwined in her mind, and she couldn't tell which one was real and which one was fake.

Only Ning Cheng's words are still clear, "You don't have to take it to heart, you froze to death for me in the past life, and let me burn to death for you in this life..."

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