- "Xia Yang! You're out!"

Under the thunderous shout, the young man in Tsing Yi turned his head like lightning in a slight trance, and a sharp ray of light in his dark pupils pierced the distant and lonely towering mountain.

The sun is setting, red as blood.

On the top of the single peak permeated by the brilliant golden light, a burly middle-aged figure was like a monument, blind but blurred.

In the deep and gloomy valley, the yellow sand is vast, the young man in Tsing Yi faintly clenched his fists, and flicked his black and messy hair with his blood-stained sleeves, his bloodshot chapped lips moved slightly, and a hoarse voice came out:

- "Out?... For what?" Perhaps his feet were still hot and slippery in the residual temperature, and the figure of the boy was not as upright as the legend said.

The distance between the two figures may be measured by the blurred gaze, but what is clear is that there is light and darkness.

"For what?hehe~" The burly figure covered by the golden light shook his head as if he sneered, and his contemptuous voice crossed the impatience: "For what? I don't know the way, and I don't want to know the way, but I will know the way and tell you what Xia Yang is..."The tone of the burly figure faintly deepened a lot: "This time the 'Golden Terrace' competition of Kyushu Wanguo, the quota of your Xia Yang in the 'Chuanyun Empire' of the Southern Shenzhou has been canceled, and it has been completely canceled, go home!"

'Ben will... Cancel...'The young man's heart was cold and blank! Although there was no exaggeration of sincere panic and horror on his immature face, his heart was instantly torn apart, and the red blood beads that were pierced by his fingernails dripped down from the two tense fists, dripping onto the still hot grains of sand, evaporating...

Even though the intersection of thousands of threads in his heart could not withstand the fierceness of the instantaneous heartbreak attack, the young man stood up more and more straight, his thin body became more and more straight, and his eyes were filled with despair and unwillingness for a while...

However, in despair, there is only one that stands out, look straight and be unyielding!

For a long time - "Can you give me a small reason?" The hoarse voice may be mixed with a little heart-rending redemption, but it is not a kind of naked ~ naked questioning!

"Reason?" the burly middle-aged figure vaguely felt that he was facing a provocation, and suddenly let out a long laugh - "Go thirty miles to the left along the sand under your feet, there is a reason you want!"

The huge sunset hung only half of the peak of that single peak, and in that charming golden light, the burly middle-aged figure disappeared...

It was gone, just as it was when he came, and the boy didn't see it clearly.

The desperate gaze finally broke the corner of the eye, and a cool tear slipped down...

"Thirty miles to the left, there's the portal, I'm out..."There was no time to clean up his mixed feelings, the young man named Xia Yang had already raised his feet, glanced at the winding and undulating sand dunes around him, and smiled dismally and self-deprecatingly.

The tattered gray cloth shoes on his feet, which were sharpened by sand and stone, were at this moment, and he couldn't call them. Only, there are long, deep and shallow footprints left on the edge of the desert here, which are the footprints of Xia Yang after the most lull in Jintai...

The Golden Terrace, a mythical legend, is also the stage that the entire 'Shenmen Continent' and tens of thousands of countries in Kyushu have dreamed of for countless young cultivators. The vast Shenmen Continent has gone through countless thousands of years from ancient times to the present, and the golden platform is only opened once every hundred years, and the young people who can be selected are definitely super demons in the eyes of the world.

Cultivation, I don't know when the word Lu Dao was born, but the Shenmen Continent has been precipitated by the years to reach the peak of cultivation height.

At the beginning of cultivation, to peek into the way of yin and yang in heaven and earth, the first thing is the subtle combination of man and nature, pondering and studying the ethereal vitality in heaven and earth. Then he sucked and devoured and breathed in, gradually penetrating the two veins of Rendu, and drawing qi into the body and circulating in the countless small veins around the body, and then successfully stepped into the path of cultivation, and at the beginning of the Xuanluo realm. Of course, there are only a handful of young people who can successfully get a glimpse of nature and step into the path of cultivation, which is very rare.

The Xuanluo Realm is divided into the early stage, middle stage, and late stage. The gap between each stage is extremely huge, and some cultivators have even been stuck in a certain stage of the Xuan Spirit Realm for the rest of their lives! Of course, the strength they possess is even qualitatively different. Breaking through the Xuan Spirit Realm and entering the Phantom Soul Realm, this kind of cultivator is definitely the top master in a great empire.

The people who participated in the Golden Terrace Competition were all young and immature teenagers, but they included countless geniuses in the entire Shenmen Continent, and it was certain that there were in every stage of the Xuanluo Realm, after all, the super demon was not just shown in cultivation.

It's dark. Bursts of whirring winds raged, flying sand and rocks. In the desert engulfed by darkness, a thin teenager with his hair fluttering, facing the wind, forward...

At this time, Xia Yang may have faded his heart-pounding aura step by step, but he did not stop and moved forward!

In the dark night that seemed to be sinking into the world, Xia Yang's eyes clearly saw the vast desert where the wind and sand were raging, because he had already entered the middle stage of the Xuan Spirit Realm.

Empty, nothing. The lonely figure even cowered a little in the wind, but he still looked back resolutely on a high sand dune at the back...

The wind made the clothes rattle, and the hair seemed to want to encircle the thin body from back to front.

"Looking back on this, not to mention a hundred years..."The corners of his mouth vaguely outlined a bleak arc with a smile: "Reason? Who swept the Golden Terrace..."

An oblong white halo swirled around the portal, several feet tall, and the darkness shone softly to the ears and eyes.

Xia Yang suddenly let out a long roar and strode over.

- "Xia Yang, are you out?"

Suddenly, a soft and mocking chuckle made Xia Yang a little harsh with the fierce wind.

Looking at the portal that was close at hand, Xia Yang finally stood still and didn't look back.

"What's the matter? I didn't tell Brother Pang if I was out, how can I say that the Chuanyun Empire came to this golden platform is you Xia Yang and me Pang Lang, and it is also appropriate to let Brother Pang give you a good ride. In the white halo reflected by the portal, a young man in white pursed his lips and chuckled, and walked leisurely from the darkness to Xia Yang's side.

Xia Yang ignored it and prepared to step into the portal.

"Yo~ Brother, you are not like this, this golden platform is only opened once in a hundred years. Seeing this, Pang Lang's laughter became more feminine: "Brother, you don't want to linger here for a long time, go back and have a lot of memories." ”

"The scenery?" Xia Yang turned his head slightly, but he smiled faintly, and said in a hoarse voice: "The scenery here is good, but Xia doesn't like it... Something?"

"Yo, it's okay, Brother Pang isn't here to send your brother to you. Pang Lang covered his mouth and laughed softly.

"It's all sent to Xia for thirty miles, it's enough. Xia Yang slowly retracted his gaze, and returned a sneer.

Pang Lang was slightly stunned, his eyes flashed a strange hint of coldness, and he smiled and said, "Brother Pang doesn't care about you." ”

"Concern?" Xia Yang raised his feet and walked towards the portal, dropping a sentence: "Xia doesn't need you to care, you care about yourself." ”

- "Wait!"

Pang Lang hurriedly shouted softly: "Brother Xia, it's better to leave the life talisman on your body to Pang Mou~" Between the words with a smile, his right hand suddenly turned into a claw, carrying a majestic white air flow and chasing after Xia Yang's vest!

"Even my life?!" Just in an instant, Xia Yang sneered hoarsely, his left foot slid along the sand grain, turned around violently, quickly and quickly avoided Pang Lang's attack, and his right hand shrank like an eagle's claw thunder out of the already rippling cyan air current, quickly and quickly slamming Pang Lang's face!

"Ah?~" Pang Lang secretly said badly, his face changed greatly, his feet retreated sharply, and he dodged in a hurry.

Xia Yang's face suddenly turned cold, his body soared into the air, and the cyan air flow in his right hand was like a wisp of streamer silk chasing towards Pang Lang! At the same time, the lightning in his left hand flicked!

"Whoosh!" A fierce wind sounded, and a jet-black dagger with an inch long pierced the gale, and lightning disappeared!

- "Ahh

Pang Lang screamed violently, and was hit on his left shoulder by the cyan air current, spurting blood from his mouth and flying upside down several feet with his body.

"Bang!" was planted in the sand, and the sand and dust were faintly rising, and the blood on his left leg was like an arrow.

"Middle stage of the Xuanluo Realm?" Xia Yang slowly walked to Pang Lang, who was covered in blood, squatted down slightly, picked up the blood-dripping black dagger that pierced the edge of Pang Lang's left leg, blew the hot blood beads that remained on the dagger, and said with a faint smile in a cold voice: "I am no longer the Xia Yang of ten months ago, and you seem to be the invincible Pang Lang of ten months ago, so my life is not easy to take..."

"Xia Yang!~" Pang Lang twisted his head from the sand with difficulty, his whole body was still twitching violently, he spit out the sand grains at the corner of his mouth, and gritted his teeth and said: "You dare to abolish my leg?! I'm not done with you in this life!"

"It's not over?" Xia Yang shook his dagger and smiled lightly, "In this life, since you have tried to take my life again and again, I will ask my subordinates to spare your life and ask for my life in the future?"

"You... You want to kill me?!" Under these shuddering words, Pang Lang shuddered sharply, and then roared: "You must know that you have been eliminated from the competition! You are not qualified to take my life!"

"Qualification?" Xia Yang couldn't help but turn his head to look at the distant and lonely towering mountain peak in the dark night, and shook his head: "I don't know what the Dao qualification is, but I don't care about it anymore... Remember, anyone can ask for what I Xia Yang wants to give, and no one can take what I Xia Yang doesn't want to give! The three hundred and eighty-two human life talismans on my body will be your funeral, after all, we all came here from the Chuanyun Empire~"

"You, how dare you?!" Pang Lang roared hysterically, his bloodstained face twitched violently, his pupils were bloodshot, and he glared at Xia Yang angrily and fearfully.

"Dare. Xia Yang said lightly, and the dagger in his hand smeared towards Pang Lang's throat like thunder!

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