Giant pyramids of the Great Plains.

The plain surface, such as a knife cross-cutting, is extremely regular, and when you step on it, except for a small layer of dust accumulated over the years, the foot feels particularly hard, especially harder than the cliff wall.

Pang Xiaodao walked leisurely, took the lead, and saw the long-lost seventh-generation Sun Xuanyuan Lie, the contemporary sect master of the Seven Star Sect, and also saw the mouth-watering big crab, and then the Hanhai Shenzi Qu Feiyang and the pseudo-mother of the Five Phases Sect Zhou Bin, as well as a group of slightly impressed faces.

The forces of the martial arts world, like mountaineering, are mostly ancestral noses of a commoner, who first became martial arts cultivators, and then built a family, until they opened a sect and established a sect and stood in the world.

Such as the Kaishan Pai Ning clan, the Seven Star Sect Xuanyuan clan, the Hanhai Sect Qu clan and the Wuxiangmen Zhou clan, the authority of their power is in the hands of the ancestral surname, one is the difference between relatives and relatives, and the other is that the resources obtained by the descendants of the closest relatives are far from being comparable to outsiders, and the realm is naturally more profound.

In fact, this is purely normal, the blood is connected, there are good things, and it must be given priority to the sons and grandsons, and it is difficult for outsiders to say whether it is or not.

Pang Xiaodao passed all the way, and he was really full of aura and majestic.

The identity of the king of Youdu is there, even if he is disdainful, he still has to do the superficial work, and the people he met along the way are all polite and respectful, Qu Feiyang, Xuanyuan Lie, and Zhou Bin are no exception, and the children of the various sects who have been brought in are more respectful.

Pang Xiaodao opened the divine door with both hands, and they could never forget the scene of leading them in, you must know that the light mask is powerless even for the powerhouses of the eighth realm.

The further ahead, the more magnificent the pyramid that should be a pentagonal shape by eyesight, and the steps above 500 levels are integrated, as if they were chiseled out of a huge mountain, and the whole body is shining with golden light.

The steps are long and narrow, each step is five meters wide and more than one meter high, and only five people are lined up, sitting on the ninth step, and there is no one else on it.

The five of them sat lazily, but they attracted the admiration of many men and women of the Luo Shen Kingdom at the bottom of the steps, because they were Lei Yihan, the Phoenix Divine Son, Ling Chongfeng, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Swords, Tan Xingzhou, the Holy Son of Thunder, Wen Shuyu, the Holy Son of Wentian, and Ni Cai, the Holy Maiden of Conscience.

As soon as Ni Cai saw the crowd in the distance parting out of the road like water, revealing an outstanding figure among them, his jade body trembled slightly, his eyes got up with starlight excitement, and his body did not stand firmly, but he dragged Lei Yihan back to the steps.

Lei Yihan glared at him fiercely, and this Nizi suddenly looked like a little daughter-in-law, her eyes were red, and she didn't dare to make any more moves.

No one is a fool, Ni Caida's temperament has changed greatly since he returned from being taken away, not only has he lost his past jump, but he has also changed his somewhat revealing dress in the past, and he is wrapped tightly all day long, extremely ladylike, and he has nothing to do all day to smirk at a Dan bottle containing a flawless solid pulse pill.

Except for Ling Chongfeng, who is indeed a bit serious and treats women as nothing, Lei Yihan, Wen Shuyu, and Tan Xingzhou are not mixed with flowers all day long, and it would be really stupid to see that she was emotional.

After only being kidnapped for nearly a day, he fell in love with the kidnapper, this is really a slippery joke in the world, in addition to secretly crying out for injustice, Lei Yihan and others only have one thought left in their hearts: beat him to death!

Not beating is not enough to make that thing understand that it is not wrong to be pretty, but it is a big mistake to hang around and hook up everywhere, and it should be cut with a thousand cuts.

On the nine steps, one king and three fierce generals, four big men looked murderous, staring at each other, but Pang Xiaodao turned a blind eye and set his eyes on the figure on the three steps that was more dazzling than the scorching sun at the moment.

After nearly a year, the strange woman who shouted in public in the sect of the Kaishan Sect, "From now on, he is my husband, whoever robs him will never die", finally appeared in front of her.

Her name is Nangong Xingchen!

Wearing a red gown, a dark blue streamer, and a jasper hairpin, there is nothing else to grow, she is like a fairy in the clouds, so beautiful.

"Stars!"

Pang Xiaodao was like iron meeting a magnet, and walked to the bottom of the steps like a lost soul, just two words, and he said thousands of emotions in his heart.

"Husband!"

Nangong Xingchen lightly opened his lips, held the seven-star female ceremony, and was blessed, which was also two words, telling his heart.

Heaven and earth are silent, one side is above, like a dream, one side is below, such as grinding, like a pair of fairy puppets out of the painting.

"Have you waited for a long time?" Pang Xiaodao said softly, only a husband, each other has been linked by fate, and it is difficult to separate.

"For a moment. Nangong Xingchen raised his lips and smiled, and the heavens and the earth were faceless.

"It's been a while, it's been almost an hour. ”

Being by her sister's side, Nangong Yixi, who was completely ignored, quit and jumped out to make trouble.

"Why do I want to beat you up so much?"

Pang Xiaodao was extremely depressed, he said it first, Wuji Sect is like a thunder that is about to peak at any time, if it falls, it will definitely subvert everything, Nangong Xingchen still shouted this husband, this is a complete bet on the rise and fall of the entire Canglang Gate.

"Just right, I also want to weigh how many catties and taels you have. ”

Nangong Yixi said that he would do it, stepped over the five-meter-wide second step, and smashed it with a volley.

In fact, the first day of Canglangmen was not Nangong Xingchen, but this pit goods who always ate and waited for death and refused to improve.

This thing was sealed and rebuilt without having the middle and auxiliary spleens of the five internal organs, and it was still eighty-five stars condensing the sea, and then it was able to cultivate the tenth layer of the condensation vein realm, and then it was among the eighth layer of the sea expansion, which was really full of confidence.

It's a pity that this product is smart all his life, confused for a while, patronizing and playing handsome, but ignoring the mood of the person concerned.

Pang Xiaodao froze in place, waiting for the fist peak to come to his chest, and suddenly stepped out of the dense fourteen steps, and the sixth layer of phantom maze stepped down, and his figure just flashed, and he arrived behind Nangong Yixi.

With a bang, Nangong Yixi didn't expect him to have such a subtle body technique, and when he came and turned around suddenly, he was reflexively kicked and swept towards the elephant king in the back.

Sliding into the ground, Nangong Yixi let out a loud shout, bent his knees and flew up, but his body stopped in the air, and his right foot was wrapped around the big fat proboscis .

As soon as he drew his sword, Miao Miao's sound fell, he suddenly felt dizzy, almost vomited blood, and before he could slow down, his neck was numb, and he was stung by the queen bee's little fat tail needle.

Then, in the midst of everyone's stunned eyes, the creature grinned, its body stiffened, and hung upside down under the big fat proboscis and dangled in the air like a pendulum.

Pang Xiaodao was stunned, and finally realized that he had underestimated the spirit beast queen bee, and on the way to accept it, he was stung twice, only to feel that the numb and painful taste into the bone marrow was very ecstatic, but he forgot that he always had the divine soul power that could detoxify bee poison in his body.

If he is still like this, it is no wonder that Nangong Yixi was a tragedy, in fact, the little fat bee venom should be comparable to the top poisonous beast, which is very difficult to understand.

Battle Celestial Elephant King, Spirit Beast!

Wonderful sound deer king, spirit beast!

The poisonous queen bee queen bee is still a spirit animal!

Looking at the Howling Moon Wolf King Changkong who was pacing back and forth under Nangong Yixi, everyone couldn't help but scold their mother, all they could bring in was a third-order desolate beast, many forces, asking for a spirit beast but couldn't, it was good in front of him, sitting on the four spirit beast-level beast kings, and not letting people live?

"Pang Xiaodao, what kind of bullshit is to rely on spiritual pets, there is a kind of put down for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu and you are not finished. ”

Nangong Yixi gasped in pain, screaming wildly, and at the same time, he collapsed, and turned into this dead appearance in one move, losing face, and throwing it to his grandmother's house.

Pang Xiaodao secretly rejoiced in his heart, but said lightly: "It's not big or small, let's call my brother-in-law first." ”

"Don't you dare to be more shameless?"

Nangong Yixi's glorious image was completely unwanted, and he snorted continuously, and then turned around with difficulty to look at Nangong Xingchen on the steps and said, "Sister, this guy is too inhumane, let's change the family." ”

"Knife, you let him down. Nangong Xingchen just sighed faintly.

Pang Xiaodao waved his hand, Da Fat let go of the elephant's trunk, and let Nangong Yixi fall on the back of Changkong, and a group of more than fifty people from the Canglang Gate strode out of two Saint Son-level masters and helped him back.

In front of him, only the Canglangmen and his party came to the side of the Liang, and the followers followed, and there was no such thing as the prince of the Liang.

Looking at these more than 50 people, in addition to Nangong Xingchen's sisters and brothers, there are also seven saint-level sons and women of the eighth layer of the sea, and the rest are all saint-level condensation seas, and there is no weakness, the foundation of the Canglang Gate is really amazing.

The young master was humiliated, the people in Canglang Gate were angry, and the eyes that looked at Pang Xiaodao were full of murderous aura, and the county lord was dear and noble, and came to see him, this is a gift, but in front of him, he insulted the young master, which should be cut by a thousand cuts.

Pang Xiaodao turned a blind eye, just looked at the figure above, and smiled: "You're not angry, are you?"

Nangong Xingchen shook his head lightly, and said inexplicably: "Got in your way?"

Seeing that Pang Xiaodao was silent, she walked down the steps leisurely, standing in front of a group of Canglangmen men and women, waiting for the follow-up.

"Finished talking about the old one?"

On the nine steps, Lei Yihan, the phoenix god who had always supported the back with one hand and was sitting lazily, finally stood up, causing the four people around him to get up together, except for Ni Cai, all of them rubbed their hands together, their knuckles crackled, and they were ready to start flattening.

Unexpectedly, Pang Xiaodao looked at Ni Cai, and said in shock: "Ni Cai, it seems that I hurt you in vain." ”

Flower...... Flower heart big radish?

Not to mention outsiders, even the little knife alliance that deeply understands the leader of the alliance is also dull-eyed, and after beating the brother-in-law, he went to pick up the family, is this deliberately dead?

Looking at Ni Cai again, everyone's eyes were stagnant again, and a little envy rose to the point of madness.

At this moment, Ni Cai, a white body, white snow, eyes like spring water, lips like paint, delicate makeup and picturesque facial features complement each other, it is already beautiful to the extreme.

It's just that one is casual, the other is deliberate, and it has fallen behind, and it is inevitable that it will be slightly inferior to Nangong Xingchen, the first beauty of Daliang.

"In vain. ”

In the sound of Lang Qi, the Holy Son of Ten Thousand Swords stepped on the edge of the steps, step by step with a width of five meters, and when he approached the three steps, he burst up, straight into the air, and the giant sword on his back roared out, domineering.

At the same time, Tan Xingzhou, the Holy Son of Thunder, and Wen Shuyu, the Holy Son of Wentian, jumped down the steps together, one left and one right.

"Haha, Tu ...... Boss, the younger brother is not wrong, the show is on. ”

In the crowd, the ghost head of Liukong City leaned into Tu Qian's ear and whispered, which was particularly flattering.