"Put it on and try it out!"

"Hmm!" Fang Xue nodded, the array disc flew out of the dantian and hung above Fang Xue's head, and the three-layer formation shrouded from the array disk, hiding Fang Xue's figure inside.

"That's it!"

Not long after, another Fang Xue appeared in front of Zhou Fuyao's eyes, with a hosta pinned to his head, his long hair draped casually over his shoulders, under the background of the big red robe, there was a little more heroism, a little less weakness, a little more vitality, a little less tiredness, Tingting Yu stood in front of Zhou Fuyao's eyes, making his eyes light up.

"Well, it seems to be a little different!" Zhou Fuyao nodded.

"What's the difference?" Fang Xue asked happily.

"It's more energetic, not as lifeless as it used to be. Zhou Fuyao looked at Fang Xue's heroic appearance, looked up and down, back and forth, left and right around Fang Xue, and ran in the direction of the treasure house gate after speaking.

"Dead! You said I was dead before, you give me death!"

Fang Xue's good mood was suddenly completely destroyed by this 'lifeless'. His eyes breathed fire, staring at Zhou Fuyao, lifting the robe, and quickly chasing after him.

"Zhou Fuyao, you bastard, stop me!" Fang Xue was behind, holding a long robe in one hand and a pink fist in the other, staring at Zhou Fuyao viciously.

"Ahh

"Why are you running so fast!" Zhou Fuyao hurriedly ran back, scolding softly in his mouth, and leaned down.

"You bastard, I've got you, haha......" When Fang Xue waited for Zhou Fuyao to lean down, she suddenly jumped up from the ground, wrapped around Zhou Fuyao's neck, and wrapped the whole person around.

Zhou Fuyao only felt that a burst of fragrance came to his face, and then Fang Xue's whole body was wrapped up like an octagonal fish, and Zhou Fuyao subconsciously hugged Fang Xue into his arms.

Feeling the two jade peaks pressed against his chest, Zhou Fuyao's breath suddenly became rapid, and there was a cloud of lust in his body. Fang Xue also felt the subtle changes in Zhou Fuyao, but when she wanted to break free from Zhou Fuyao's embrace, a fiery snort came to her face, and then her small mouth was occupied by an extremely aggressive tongue. Fang Xue was like falling into the clouds, her whole body was soft in Zhou Fuyao's arms, and she let the crazy snake stir in her mouth.

"Okay, not now!" When one of Zhou Fuyao's hands was about to make a move, Fang Xue used all her strength to break free from under the tip of his tongue, grabbed his big hand and said.

"Hmm!" Zhou Fuyao stopped reluctantly, but his hands were still holding Fang Xue's elastic body, reluctant to let go.

"Hurry up and let go, don't you look around?" Fang Xue whispered with resentment.

"What are you afraid of!"

Zhou Fu shook his mouth to say this, but he still glanced around, only to find that everyone in the vicinity was looking at the two of them with strange eyes. Zhou Fuyao made a grimace, picked up Fang Xue suddenly, and ran quickly towards the outside of the treasure house.

"Young people now, running faster than a rabbit, it's so impatient!" The old man just now, standing not far away, shook his head and looked at Zhou Fuyao who ran out like a rabbit with Fang Xue in his arms. He had already memorized Zhou Fuyao, an interesting boy.

"Hurry up and let me down!" Fang Xue looked at the door of the treasure house close in front of him, blushed, and whispered.

"Oh, okay. Zhou Fuyao gently put the snow down, and secretly glanced at the ecstatic twin peaks.

And when Fang Xue saw that Zhou Fuyao's eyes were secretly scanning his chest, a little pride suddenly rose in his heart, and he deliberately straightened his chest. But thinking that Zhou Fuyao almost touched it just now, his face turned red again, and he twisted his body shyly.

"Let's go, wood!" Fang Xue kicked Zhou Fu lightly, and the two walked side by side towards the outside of the treasure house

Qing Thirteen leaned on the carriage, staring at the gate of the treasure house of Qianyun Mansion from afar, while chatting with Xiaozhu sitting in the car.

"Xiaozhu! The young master has come out. Qing 13 saw Zhou Fuyao take the lead in coming out of the treasure house, jumped into the carriage, flicked the long whip in his hand, and the docile beast immediately drove towards the gate of the treasure house. When he walked in, he found that Fang Xue had already changed into a suit.

"Young Master, Miss!" Qing Thirteen stopped the car in front of Zhou Fuyao and shouted.

"Hmm!" Zhou Fu swayed, turned sideways, and let Fang Xue get into the carriage first, and then jumped up.

"Miss, it's so beautiful!" Xiaozhu looked at Fang Xue, who was dressed in red and looked at people's eyes, and praised her.

Fang Xue nodded with a smile and sat down by the window. Zhou Fuyao entered the carriage and sat directly next to Fang Xue. Feeling that the atmosphere in the carriage suddenly became delicate, Xiaozhu secretly looked at the two of them who were a little strange while warming the tea.

"Young Master and Miss have arrived. Qing Shisan was very good at driving, and Fang Xue quickly slipped off the car.

Zhou Fuyao jumped out of the carriage and watched Fang Xue run out of the garden without looking back, a slight strange smile appeared on his face.

"Miss, you're back. Fang Xue's personal maid Xiaoyun watched her young lady run into the courtyard quickly and hurriedly greeted her.

Fang Xue nodded, returned to the room, and directly closed the door, leaning her back against the door, patting her chest like a deer impact, her face was full of beauty.

"It's good I didn't catch up. Fang Xue read with a little hope and a little disappointment. Fang Xue breathed a sigh of relief, touched the bed, curled up her whole body into a ball, buried it in the quilt, and fell asleep after a while.

Zhou Fuyao returned to the house and ordered Qing Shisan and Xiaozhu not to disturb him, so he drove the two out. Then Zhou Fuyao took out the Tianmen fragment and put it in front of him, because he always felt that there was something he had overlooked.

"Where the hell is it?" Zhou Fu said strangely in his mouth, gently stroking this piece of Heavenly Gate, his expression becoming more and more focused and solemn.

Suddenly, Zhou Fuyao only felt that his soul was shaking, and a whirlpool sucked him into that Hongmeng space again.

"I see!" Zhou Fuyao stood in the Hongmeng space and laughed. This Tianmen has stood above the nine heavens for hundreds of millions of years, witnessing the glory of the ancient era, and has been psychic after countless years of training in the ancient flood, so Zhou Fuyao will have the feeling of worship. And the little golden light that the golden steps turned into at the end disappeared into this fragment of the Heavenly Gate?

"The gate of heaven is now!" Zhou Fuyao was blessed to his heart, and shouted, only to see that in the Hongmeng space, the clouds and fog dissipated, and the gate of heaven that had stood for nine days and billions of years reappeared in front of Zhou Fuyao.

Zhou Fuyao stood in front of the gate of heaven, and his heart was full of piety. Zhou Fuyao raised his feet, and just wanted to step forward, when immediately a desolate aura came to his face, pressing down like an invisible giant mountain. This pressure came so suddenly, it directly pressed him to one knee to the ground, and used his shoulders to resist the pressure like a huge mountain.

"Get up!" Zhou Fuyao shouted, and his body stood up stiff and slowly and powerfully. Every time he stood up, the pressure on his shoulders increased. Finally, Zhou Fuyao stood up straight, and a huge sense of joy spread throughout his body.

"Let's go!" Zhou Fuyao withstood the pressure of this mountain, stepped out firmly with his left foot, and then stepped down. With this step, Zhou Fuyao felt as if something was broken in his body, and a huge force surged into his body.

Only heard the sound of 'boom', Zhou Fuyao looked up, only to see the gate of heaven slowly opened again, a golden ladder extended from the other end of the gate of heaven, appeared in front of his eyes, Zhou Fuyao counted the ladder, a total of ninety-nine steps straight to the top of the gate of heaven, and he is now standing on the first step at the bottom of the ladder.

"Congratulations!" Ren didn't know when she came here, looking at the golden avenue in front of her with nostalgia.

"Lian, what is this?" Zhou Fuyao asked.

"This is the path to the Gate of Heaven, naturally called the Gate of Heaven Road! Now your body is perfectly mirrored, so all the breakthroughs you make on this path are a breakthrough in your body. Lian's eyes showed a hint of sadness, and she said slowly.

"On this road, there have been countless powers, some of them fell halfway, and some finally entered the gate and achieved the supreme immortal path, we also call this avenue: ascending the immortal road. ”

"This is the path of pilgrimage in ancient times, and on this path, thousands of cultivators go one after another, just to get to the top. ”

"Ninety-nine steps of Dengxian Road. Heaven is unkind, and has quietly put ninety-nine chains on you, these chains are the shackles on your cultivation path, as long as you open every shackle, you can be born strong and take a step forward. ”

"Heaven is unfair, and according to the qualifications of the monks, the shackles on each person's body will be different. The better the qualifications, the lighter the shackles on the body. The more stupid the qualifications, the heavier the shackles on the body. But the way of heaven is also fair, and he only put ninety-nine shackles on everyone. ”

"Zhou Fuyao, the ancient flood desolation took this road to break through its own shackles, and now you are taking another road, and the Great Day Divine Determination is also prepared for your current road. So I don't know, on this ninety-nine-step path to ascending immortals, how many steps can you go through, and how many sages you can surpass!" Lian patted Zhou Fuyao's shoulder, looked into his eyes, and said with anticipation.

"The road to humanity is small, how many people have tasted it in ancient times?" Lian smiled, singing a small poem that she made up casually, her body fluttering like a fairy, and walked towards the top of the road to the immortals.

"Zhou Fuyao, don't be envious, a certain Cheng dù said, I am a machine spirit, so this heavenly path has no impact on me. Lian climbed the last step, and after speaking, he walked straight towards the Heavenly Gate until Zhou Fuyao could not see the figure.