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

If it was noon, Xia Yi felt that he might be directly dried by the sun. The sun in this cultivation world is many times stronger than the sun on the earth. If a mortal is at this height, he may directly become a mummified corpse.

"The stratosphere in the realm of comprehension is really scary. If it's an earth plane, I'm afraid it will be roasted to pieces!"

Xia Yi's head is dripping with sweat. He initially estimates that the height around him is close to [-]. This temperature is like entering an oven!

"Wait, my physical body..."

Xia Yi continued to rise. At this time, he was surprised to find that his body strength was slowly increasing. The body training method he practiced was called "Lei Huang Body Training", and the main thing was to exercise the body with thunder and earth fire. After being struck by electric arcs in the thunderstorm area, and now being baked by the sun, the body absorbs the energy, so it's hard not to rise up!

"It's a pity that there is no ground fire, and the first stage cannot be practiced."

After feeling the physical improvement for a while, Xia Yi soon became disappointed again. Lei Huang's body training is an earth-level exercise, and the minimum requirement is cultivation at the cave-sky realm. If it was replaced by martial arts cultivation base, it would be the Martial King.

Opposite to the Yongquan Realm is the Martial Dao Master, and the Martial King is the Martial Dao King. He can shake the Dongtian Realm with his physical body, and he can break through the power of the Dongtian with a single punch, which is extremely terrifying.

Although Xia Yi is currently at the pinnacle of martial arts masters, there is still a long way to go before he is the king of martial arts. At least he must find the ground fire, otherwise he can only improve slightly, and the effect is not too great.

Rushing up to the seventy-second floor in one breath, Xia Yi knelt on the cloud and vomited blood. He was seriously injured, his body was smoking, and his body temperature was very high. If a mortal touched his body, his hands would be burned red .

"I ate three bottles of third-grade Huiqi Pill before it came up, which is equivalent to one hundred and fifty top-grade spirit stones, and there is also Shengyuan Pill. I am really willing to part with it."

Xia Yi gritted his teeth in distress, and immediately stood up and prepared to enter the space channel of the seventy-second layer of clouds. Time waits for no one, but he was indeed injured, and his flesh hurts even walking.

Step by step to the front of the space passage, Xia Yi took a deep breath and stepped out.

Then...

was excluded.

At that time, he spurted out a mouthful of reverse blood, and almost fainted. He really cried this time, and the tears couldn't be stopped. He looked down sadly, and the space channel disappeared a small part. In other words, if He can go in a few seconds faster.

"Okay, you Qingyun sect, are you playing with people like this!!"

Xia Yi was tired, and he wanted to give up, but when he thought of the elixir that had been used, his heart felt as if it had been cut into pieces. He felt that he was about to suffocate now. To him, the elixir was in vain. It was the pain of being able to breathe, it hurt every corner of his body, it was more painful than being struck by lightning that day.

And the most important thing is that he really seems to be unable to breathe. There is no air at this altitude. He panicked for a while, and then realized that even if the monk does not breathe for a short time, it is fine.

"No...can't give up, there is still a chance!"

Thinking of what he lost, Xia Yi felt that he couldn't give up, it didn't matter how high he went, if he really couldn't get in, at least he had to comprehend the artistic conception!

He sat cross-legged on the spot, staring closely at Qingyun. The artistic conception contained in the Qingyun on the seventy-second floor is very perfect. After all, it can exist in such a high and extreme environment, and its quality is far from comparable to that of the Qingyun below. , and there is actually a brand new skill pattern on it, not even the sixty-third floor.

Now he puts all his attention on Qingyun wholeheartedly, he doesn't even notice the burnt smell on his body, part of his skin has been baked to death by the sun.

Time passed slowly, and Xia Yi was the only one left on the Qingyun Ladder who had not yet entered the Qingyun site, while Zixiaoyun had already entered the space channel of the sixty-third layer of clouds.

The lines in the blue clouds gradually merged together in Xia Yi's eyes, and a vague aura emerged beside him. He was comprehending the cultivation technique and the artistic conception at the same time. Few people can achieve this kind of distraction. , the blue clouds under Xia Yi are very calm, unlike the blue clouds below, there is no wind at this height.

suddenly……

The clouds beside Xia Yi moved a few times, and a breeze passed by.

Soon, this ray of wind turned into a strong wind and blew the entire seventy-second layer of clouds. No one saw this turbulent scene, even the elder in the martial arts field took back the magical power of the water mirror, But even if he didn't take it back, he couldn't see it, because the water mirror couldn't detect the area above the thunderstorm.

"So that's it, what a ladder to the sky!!"

Xia Yi suddenly understood something. He stood up and fell straight down from the seventy-second layer of clouds regardless of his injuries. Now he only had the inexplicable and unpredictable artistic conception that he had just comprehended.

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Xia Yi's falling speed was extremely fast, because he also used the body technique of burning to boost. If he didn't slow down at this falling speed when he landed at the end, he would be killed if he fell.

sixty-three……

fifty-four……

forty five……

Thirty-six……

The height dropped rapidly, only the elders and disciples of the Qingfeng Sect remained in the Martial Arts Field. People from other sects saw that their disciples had entered the ruins, so they left one after another, rested, practiced, and prepared to wait for the Qingyun ruins to open Come back to the martial arts field one day.

At this time, a disciple looked up to the sky curiously, and was so shocked that he opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak.

"Elder... Elder, is that the legendary extraterrestrial meteorite?"

A well-informed disciple also noticed something falling from the sky. The tail of the thing was on fire and was rushing towards the ground at high speed.

"No, it seems to be a person..."

An Yu, the great elder of Qingfeng Sect, was also there. His eyes were much better than those of these disciples, but he still couldn't see clearly. The man suddenly slowed down when he was about to hit the ground, flipped a few times in the air and then landed smoothly.

This person is Xia Yi. He is currently dressed in rags, his clothes are scorched black by lightning, his breath is weak, as if he is not long in the world, but An Yu feels a mysterious breath in him.

"Xia Yi, what are you doing?"

"Winds and clouds rise, mountains and rivers move, climb the ladder, step on the rainbow..."

Xia Yi looked up at the sky, muttering words, as if he had lost his mind, and didn't look back at An Yu at all. A disciple curiously stepped forward to ask Xia Yi what was going on, but An Yu immediately stopped him A disciple, he felt that Xia Yi should have realized something.

"I am like the wind, the clouds are surging, I go up to the blue clouds, I thank the wind for sending..."

The more Xia Yi thought about An Yu, the more mysterious he felt. After hearing this passage, he felt an inexplicable arrogance welling up in his heart, which made him feel agitated. Even his cultivation base was ready to move, as if he wanted to improve. It shows that Xia Yi's recitation of these passages is no less than the legendary "preaching".

Finally, Xia Yi took a step forward, raised his head high, and put his hands behind his back leisurely.

"Speed ​​is urgent, only one breath, wait for the wind to rise, ninety thousand miles!"