All the Girls in the Comprehension World Want to Arrest Me, What Should I Do?

"maybe……"

Xia Yi didn't say any optimistic words, because the facts are so, Xia Zheng knows as well as he does, and he just doesn't want to do nothing and watch Xuanhuang perish, but after doing his best, although he is relieved, he is still concerned about the future that he wants to continue. Yan is still in despair.

"I... so unwilling..."

Xia Zheng grabbed Xia Yi's shoulder all of a sudden, his hands were very hard, as if he was pinching, and he was crying a little. Xia Yi never thought that someone like Xia Zheng would cry one day.

At the last moment when the candle of life was about to disappear, Xia Zheng could no longer utter a stirring word, and the sadness and unwillingness in his heart broke out completely. His body trembled under Xia Yi's embrace, and he did so many inhumane things. He did so many things that made him feel unforgivable, but in the end he could only reach this ending. What could be more unsatisfactory than this!

Xiao Mo dispersed like a breeze in the end, just like his life like a breeze, unruly and free and easy.

Xia Zheng cried bitterly in the fire at the end, just like his life of struggling in hell, helpless and unwilling.

"I... don't want Xuanhuang to be like this..."

"I have sacrificed my whole life, and I can only get this kind of ending..."

"Those who were killed by me will have no peace under the Nine Springs..."

"I'm sorry to the world, I'm sorry to all those who have loved me, I'm sorry to Xuanhuang."

"I……"

The weakness that Xia Zheng had hidden in his heart for countless years could no longer be hidden before his death. Xia Yi just hugged him and patted his back lightly. At this moment, Xia Yi remembered what Xiao Mo had said to him If so, let him not regret it.

"Brother Huang, have you ever regretted it at all?"

Xia Zheng must also understand that he is giving up countless things that he can obviously get in exchange for the illusory possibility.

"Not... never!"

But Xia Zheng's voice was still sonorous when he said these words, which is unswerving until death.

"I do not have either!"

It is very rare to have no regrets in a lifetime. Xia Zheng heard this, and suddenly laughed a few times, and then there was no sound at all. Xia Yi felt that the thing in his arms was becoming lighter and hotter, so he turned his head to see, Xia Zheng had already turned into a ball of humanoid flames flying around.

Xia Yi stretched out his hand to grab it, but how could the flame catch it? At this moment, outside the huge pillar of fire, the bodies of those dead Xuanhuang people turned into flames and flew towards the center.

"How should I choose?"

"Shouldn't I have the answer already..."

If the end of the prosperity is a foregone conclusion, let it bloom with the last prosperous fireworks. The most beautiful moment of the fireworks is when they disappear and turn into flying sparks.

Standing in the center of the pillar of fire, Xia Yi stretched out his hands to look at his skin that was still falling off, his flesh and blood that was still dissipating, clenched his fists, and then opened his hands. It rushed towards Xia Yi's body.

There are many memories in these flames, those are the memories of Xuanhuang people who have been integrated into the fire, and Xia Yi has seen how Xia Zheng lived in his childhood.

In the depths of the palace, parents were conspired to die tragically, brothers were killed by brothers, and under the illusion of peace and prosperity, the high-level officials of Daxia were incompetent. Every day was muddling along. Fighting for petty profits, even for nothing, just fighting for a face, getting red-faced, and even fighting.

This shot was the tragic death of many innocent people.

Xia Zheng was tired of all this, almost had no desire to live, he was like a walking corpse, until one day he inadvertently came into contact with the real history of Daxia, saw the mountains, seas and Kunlun recorded in the Xuanhuang ancient books, and recorded the prosperity of the age, His young heart found a living goal for himself.

To be a person who gives wholeheartedly for something, not for what he plunders, he wants to be the exact opposite of what he hates, but for this, he has been the type of person he hates most for a long time .

Fortunately, in the end, he managed to be himself again, even though Xia Yi was the only witness.

The heart of a great Xia tyrant is supremely benevolent.

Endless flames burned Xia Yi, Xia Yi raised his head, his eyes looked at Xuanhuang at the other end of the starry sky through the flames, this might be his last battle, no matter what, at least he played Xuanhuang's demeanor.

In the fire, Xia Yi's vitality was rekindled. He clenched the only weapon in his hand, a black iron spear. There were hundreds of millions of enemies, and he was alone. This was a battle that was impossible to win.

But... so what?

He will be unyielding until death, until Shura disintegrates, even if his soul dissipates, he will never be restored, as long as his will remains, he will remain undefeated, break through the underworld, and start all over again!

"Da Yan... Heavenly Emperor Transformation!"

With a soft word, the flame burning the entire star gradually dissipated, and the pillar of fire emitted a fierce glare, like a newborn sun. The flame was the only thing that could be seen at this moment. verbal threats.

27

Xia Yi felt a kind of willpower at this moment. He watched his flesh and blood turn into the fire elements that made up the flames. The color of the flames began to change, and the surroundings were covered by golden brilliance. Brilliant gold, but a restrained, simple golden awn.

A kind of dark golden fire, the flame of blood, Haotian Tower called it Xihuo, this long-standing inheritance was before Yanhuang, Xia Yi had awakened a long time ago, but it was useless at the time, and he would get Yangyan again in the future. It hadn't been activated, but at this moment Xia Yi felt the horror of the fire of blood inheritance.

This is actually a kind of inexhaustible fire that can be self-sufficient in burning, attracting the power of the Dao, and then continue to burn. If it is not extinguished, the Xihuo will burn forever. The unremitting force brought Xia Yi back to the peak for a short time.

However, it is also the last flashback.

In the end, the flame dissipated, leaving only the flames around Xia Yi unextinguished. Hundreds of millions of enemies of the immortal clan looked at Xia Yi, and there were as many as thirty venerables staring at him, including several demigods.

And that strongest man, his aura is even stronger than Xia Yi at the moment. After all, Xia Yi is only a temporary false god, how can he compare to the real sub-god.

The so-called sub-shen is the last realm below the gods, the meaning of sub is the second highest, and the sub-shen is the existence second to the gods.

The two stared at each other, without words, without any communication, only the endless killing intent in the eyes of both sides.

For the immortal clan, the fire on Xia Yi's body is an enemy fire that has burned the Central Heavenly Palace for [-] years, while for Xia Yi, the immortal clan is an enemy who has wiped out Xuanhuang hundreds of times. The hatred between the two is irreconcilable. A total of death.

"Fathering and Ascension!"

Without a word of nonsense, Xia Yi directly turned into a giant made of flames to cover the sky, and slapped the dense army of immortals with one palm. Xia Yi wanted to reduce the combat power of the immortals as much as possible, but The strongest sage in the fairy clan didn't even give him a chance, he went up directly, and pointed a finger at the giant palm that Xia Yi had taken. This finger actually forcibly broke Xia Yi's palm pressure .

After a while, Xia Yi changed back to his original size. The strongest saint of the fairy clan stepped forward intending to continue to fight Xia Yi. He had no intention of letting the soldiers behind him attack Xia Yi. Xia Yi is very strong now, he knew , so they deserve to be taken seriously.

But Xia Yi knew that he didn't have much time, so how could he fight alone with the strongest saint of the immortal clan? He wanted to kill the enemy, not compete!

"Tread the heavens!"

The tenth decision of Qingyun Jiujue pushed with all his strength, and Xia Yi came to the soldiers of the fairy clan with a speed that pierced through the void. Even the strongest saint of the fairy clan was able to stop him in time. He is very strong, but his speed It is indeed not as good as Xia Yi, even if the divine sense can keep up with Xia Yi, but the reaction is still a step late.

"Human martial arts are united, gods come, and the power of heaven is opened!"

Arriving among the immortal soldiers, Xia Yi swept away with all his strength. All the immortal soldiers within Xia Yi's attack range were immediately decapitated, and those flames burned wantonly among the immortal soldiers as if they could be contagious. Go to issue orders, and the rest of the people immediately dispersed, and did not save the people around them at all, so as to prevent themselves from being infected by the dark gold fire. This kind of indifference and decisiveness prevented Xia Yi from killing too many people with this move.

But the ruthless move is still behind, Xia Yi directly projected a long spear, this spear pierced through and shattered everything in the crowd, just being scratched by the wind of the gun will cause serious injuries, and this spear is extremely fast, no one under the Venerable unstoppable.

A certain venerable immediately moved to stop the spear, so he moved in front of the spear, and other venerables also rushed up to besiege Xia Yi, and the strongest venerable of the fairy clan was not idle, rushing to the front.

However, Xia Yi just turned around, and using the chaotic space-changing technique, he suddenly arrived behind the projected spear. In front of the spear was an immortal saint who had already grasped the tip of the spear with both hands. Xia Yi's sudden appearance made him very excited. It was an accident, but what surprised him even more was yet to come.

Xia Yi seemed to have premeditated it, and only after grabbing the spear again did he use his real strength. Xia Yi held the handle of the gun with one hand and moved forward. The spear pierced the lower abdomen of the immortal saint, and the dark golden flame immediately As the spear spread to the body of the immortal saint.

Xia Yi then continued to increase his strength, wanting to completely kill the saint, but there were too many people in the fairy clan, and the remaining strong men immediately reacted and chanted the spell together, which seemed to be some kind of restraint technique. Xia Yi immediately felt that it was difficult for his body to move, and the saint who had been pierced through his dantian was still holding the spear tightly.

Unless Xia Yi discarded his weapon, it would be impossible to escape.

"Open the sky!"

Xia Yi grasped the gun with both hands and slammed back. He forcibly took the spear back and moved away immediately, but his back was still injured by a bright sword light. He was the strongest saint in the fairy clan. Xia Yi died.

None of the other saints moved, and they all continued to chant mantras to prevent Xia Yi from turning over. Even the saint who was injured by Xia Yi also stayed away from the crowd to heal his injuries.

More than thirty saints, without the dignity of the strong, used the safest plan to deal with Xia Yi, and those immortal soldiers fled in all directions. Even if Xia Yi wanted to chase and kill him, he would definitely reveal his flaws The strongest venerable of the immortal clan.

The disparity in combat power was too great, and Xia Yi was completely targeted. Even with the power of a false god, and even the assistance of the Great Yan Tiandi Transformation, it was just to prevent himself from being killed in seconds.

In Tianling, Xia Yi is almost able to dominate, but in front of the fairy clan, he can only protect himself.

"The power of Xuanhuang, the spells of Qingyun and Luankong, no matter which one makes you deserve to die, your power comes from the eight-pole furnace of the Taoist Emperor, right? Our fairy clan has also collected a few, but The experimenter only got the power of a stick of incense and died under the calamity."

"And you, even if you can grow longer than a stick of incense, where can you grow?"

The most powerful sage in the fairy clan is well-informed, and he recognized where Xia Yi's power came from at a glance. He raised his head and glanced at the red cloud and red thunder in the sky, and even had a mocking smile on his face.

"This kind of power's delusional attempt to deal with our fairy race is really a dream."

Xia Yi's life has already entered the countdown, and they don't need to pay attention to it at all. This kind of dying beast should just counterattack and guard against it, and don't force it with him, otherwise it will be a loss if you get injured.

Xia Yi didn't answer, that's how the Immortal Clan behaves, they only choose the most reasonable plan, and they don't take any risks at all, they don't even attack him, but want to drag him to death under Dao Tribulation.

In a sense, this is even more difficult for Xia Yi to accept than death in battle. At least death in battle can replace countless immortals, and even if you are lucky, you can replace many saints of the immortals.

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Xia Yi stood among the crowd. Hundreds of millions of soldiers were not easy to evacuate. No matter how uniform the movements of the soldiers of the fairy tribe, they were still a large army and the speed of evacuation was limited.

Don't even think about dealing with the Holy Lord right now. The Immortal Clan is on guard against this. Xia Yi can only find ways to attack the ordinary soldiers of the Immortal Clan. live!

"Tread the heavens."

"Chaos and space."

Using the power of the shackles of the Dao, Xia Yi further violated the taboo, ignoring the spells that the saints cast on him, and continued to jump into the immortal soldiers to kill randomly. Xia Yi had no morals at all in his eyes, and only picked the weak to kill.

Xia Yi will not give priority to any strong man who seems to have a little resistance.

Xia Yi is very clear about his purpose, he must kill as many people from the fairy clan as possible now!

Those saints of the fairy clan, including the strongest saint of the fairy clan, could hardly stop Xia Yi's footsteps, so they simply ordered to divide up, and thirty saints rushed to different places to protect their clansmen.

Xia Yi relied on extreme speed and didn't say a word to the holy venerable at all. He just picked the weak and killed them. Lost the lives of tens of thousands of immortal soldiers.

However, tens of thousands are not many, compared to the total number of hundreds of millions, it is only a drop in the bucket. Xia Yi used all his strength to display Qingyun's tenth final and chaotic world change. The immortal saints really couldn't catch it, but Xia Yi couldn't keep it With this kind of extreme speed, sooner or later he will get tired.

Therefore, the sages of the fairy clan figured out this problem, simply accepted this fact, and stopped bothering, and even started to practice on the spot, let Xia Yi kill, see how much he can kill, and when Xia Yi is tired of killing, it will be his dead time.

And Xia Yi also understands this directly. Of course, he is not simply venting his anger. Xia Zheng is right. Even if he can use the power of the Great Yantian, he will never get any benefit from the immortal clan with such a huge disparity in combat power. However, without Da Yantian, he might not even be able to kill one of the immortals.

But now the holy venerables seem to give up, but they are actually preparing to form a formation, and it is still a big formation of heaven and earth. If Xia Yi is to be banned to death, thirty powerful sages will form the formation together. Feeling sorry for the resources in his hands, in order to prevent Xia Yi from escaping, he made a big shot.

Soon, Xia Yi hit a wall and was blocked by a translucent barrier, unable to take another step forward, and the formation continued to shrink, reducing the space for Xia Yi to move. As far as he is concerned, Xia Yi is just a fast-moving ant.

Once caught, Xia Yi has no power to resist.

"Heaven and earth big formation, you really think highly of me."

These saints were all looking like they were about to give up before, but they suddenly changed their minds. Sure enough, none of the actions of the fairy clan is trustworthy, but at this time, setting up the big formation of heaven and earth is simply asking for trouble. The layout, even the identification of entry and exit has not been done, and all the things in the big formation are isolated, including the fairy soldiers themselves.

Even if there are thirty saints in this big formation, Xia Yi's next method is enough for the immortals to have a good drink.

Xia Yi first waved his hand to shoot out a piece of dark golden flames. The saints of the fairy clan moved quickly, ignoring the sacrifices of ordinary soldiers and had already surrounded Xia Yi. Those soldiers were even more tenacious. Stop and wait for death, never run around and infect others.

This made the spread of Xihuo extremely limited. It only infected less than a hundred people before being extinguished by a saint. The unity of the immortal clan is terrible. An ordinary soldier can wait to die without saying a word. All possess the hard-won heroic spirit.

How terrifying this is, how terrifying the fairy army is.

They seem to never be defeated no matter what they encounter. This is an unrivaled peak army with no flaws or weaknesses.

Even if he entered the crowd to fight, the immortal soldiers did not lose their positions and retreated at the original speed, making it extremely difficult for Xia Yi to kill every immortal member, but the more so, the more proud Xia Yi was.