"Presumptuous!"

Xia Bingyan instantly drank violently.

And then in an instant, there seemed to be an incredible aura blooming in his body.

"Blood of Doom Shura!"

Xia Bingyan took a step and came to the five hundred and first floor on the spot.

He stared at Ye Han as if he were looking at a great enemy of life and death, competing with each other at this moment.

Xia Bingyan attracted a secret and powerful bloodline power in his body, and at this moment, without reservation, he began to climb continuously.

Five hundred and two, five hundred and three...... Five hundred and fifty!

The moment he came to the five hundred and fifty floor, Xia Bingyan's body shook, and there was a sign of falling on the spot.

On the forehead of the whole person, sweat was gurgling, and the qi was decayed to the extreme.

The right leg was raised, and he wanted to step into the five hundred and fifty-one layers, but the distance of this step was like a moat, as if he could never cross it.

"Damn, why have I been surpassed by this person under the blessing of the blood of my Doom Shura?"

Xia Bingyan's eyes were extremely gloomy, and his heart was roaring, no one could imagine his anger and unwillingness.

Above his head, among the five hundred and eighty floors, Ye Han was still climbing, his steps were steady, and his breath was as calm as ever.

"I can't help myself!"

Ye Han glanced at the unwilling Xia Bingyan below, shook his head slightly, and didn't pay attention to it.

The Six Dao Descendants are nothing more than that, although this Xia Bingyan is considered a genius, his physique is not as good as his own at all.

As for the kind of bloodline in Xia Bingyan's body, Ye Han also didn't pay attention to it.

Although he has never had any special bloodlines in his body, the dragon bone is hidden in his body, and under the blessing of the origin of the eternal invincible dragon body, the power of his bloodline has long surpassed many so-called divine blood, secret blood, and battle blood.

Six hundred floors!

At the moment when he came to the six hundred floor, a gaze suddenly shot out.

Descendant of ghosts and gods, Ye Yunfei.

Ye Yunfei's pupils stared at Ye Han deadly, as if he saw the most incredible existence in the world.

Six hundred floors!

A martial artist who had just stepped into the realm of the Qi Explosion Realm could actually reach the six hundred layers of this Floating Slaughter Heavenly Ladder with only his own physique, qi and blood, and the power of his will?

Ye Yunfei recalled that at the beginning, when he was in a realm like Ye Han, the limit was only two or three hundred layers.

If you force yourself to climb, the pressure in the Floating Ladder will directly collapse you.

Ye Han, how did you do it?

In a trance, Ye Yunfei also seemed to have a powerful origin in his body, blessing himself.

He began to take steps, and there was a vague taste of competition with Ye Han.

No one wants to fall behind others, especially in the face of a competitor like Ye Han.

Ye Yunfei is a master of the Yuan Body Realm and a true disciple of the Academy.

His realm already represents everything, after stepping into the Yuan Body Realm, the increase in physical physique is huge, and the degree of perfection of his body is far greater than Ye Han's, of course, he is not willing to succumb to Ye Han.

Ye Han glanced at Ye Yunfei, and then .......

Just ignore it and keep climbing.

At this time, in the academy square, countless people witnessed everything in the light curtain of heaven and earth, and everyone's breathing became short.

They also witnessed the most peculiar scene in the world, the most incomprehensible scene.

Ye Han, with only the power of the flesh, six hundred layers?

And, he's still climbing.

There are even some people who pay attention to the details, that is, Ye Han's speed does not seem to have changed from beginning to end, it is always at a constant speed, not slow.

"The Taoist of the world, Ye Han!"

At the top of a mountain peak not far from Academy Square, an old man suddenly spoke.

His aura was incomparably messy, his gaze was incomparably cold, and a strong killing intent spread unnaturally from all over his body.

"Li Futu, you really give us a big gift."

The old man glanced at Li Futu in the square again, and showed a cold smile: "Eagle broken wings, see how you save ......." ”

In the square, Li Futu seemed to feel the old man's gaze invisibly, and suddenly turned his gaze.

"Celestial Dao Master!"

Li Futu coldly spit out four words.

Chu Tianxin, who was standing next to him, felt the change in Li Futu's aura and frowned: "Daoist Li Dao, what happened?" ”

"It's fine!"

Li Futu shook his head.

This originally noisy square, at this time, unconsciously entered a state of silence.

Many people are completely attracted by everything in the light curtain of heaven and earth.

Among them, two figures are extremely eye-catching.

Needless to say, he had already reached the two thousand two hundred floors.

And the other figure is Ye Han who has been ridiculed by many people, Ye Han has already appeared in the six hundred and eighty layers, leaving Ye Yunfei, the inheritor of the Ghost and Divine Dao, behind.

Although the final outcome is still unknown, at this moment, many people's hearts have exploded.

No one expected such a scene, Ye Han, a small martial artist at the level of qi and blood, was extremely at the bottom of the realm among the inner disciples, it was nothing at all, how did he manage to climb to more than six hundred layers?

A quarter of an hour later!

Ye Yunfei, the descendant of the Ghost Divine Dao, stopped at the six hundred and sixty layers and completely reached the limit.

Like that Xia Bingyan, Ye Yunfei's eyes were also full of anger and unwillingness when he looked at Ye Han.

If Ye Han was really a genius, it would be fine, but he was clearly an extremely ordinary existence, without a strong bloodline, without a special physique, and his realm was extremely low.

Why?

On what basis can Ye Han surpass himself?

Eight hundred floors!

Among the eight hundred layers, Wang Po, the descendant of the Hell Dao, completely stopped, his aura was messy, and there was a sign that he was about to collapse in an instant.

This was his limit, and he could never take a step again.

Wang Po witnessed Ye Han walking past the same floor, and continued to go against the grain, not hurrying or slow, he was simply shocked to the extreme.

He wanted to continue to take steps and surpass Ye Han, at least follow Ye Han's footsteps, but he couldn't do it at all.

"I have the Silent Destruction King Body, and my physical body has undergone a lot of tempering in the past, so it is impossible to be suppressed by Ye Han, what is the reason?" Wang Po's thoughts changed, and he was angry.

Nine hundred, one thousand, one thousand and one hundred layers!

Ye Han stepped into the 1,100th floor.

On the same floor, the Demon Emperor Dao descendant had experienced thousands of peers, his pupils exploded, and a surging and violent power of qi and blood burst out from his body.

"Thousand Demon Divine Body!"

Li Qianjie spit out four words.

His will was agitated, his qi and blood exploded further, and he seemed to have infinite strength to climb again.

The Thousand Demon Divine Body is not simple, it needs to refine the natal essence blood of thousands of demon beasts, constantly refine its own root bones and flesh, and then combine it with secret cultivation methods to be born.

It can be said to be very similar to Chu Youshi's Ten Thousand Demon Body, of course, if it is really compared, if the Ten Thousand Demon Body is cultivated, it will be more than a thousand times stronger than this Thousand Demon Divine Body.

1,200 floors, 1,300 floors!

Li Qianjue, who appeared on this floor, suddenly trembled, and a large mouthful of blood sprayed out, and the whole person fell to the ground on the spot.

Without using the Yuan Force, even if he is as powerful as him, the power of the origin of the physique has already reached the limit, and he cannot go further.

"I'm not reconciled!"

After thousands of voices, his own will was completely displayed, and he was unwilling to do so.

Above his line of sight, Ye Han was still unhurried, and he had already appeared on the 1,400th floor.

At this time, among the 2,900 floors of the Futu Heavenly Ladder, Feng Wuliang suddenly looked back.

The two sharp eyes contained an astonishing momentum locked on Ye Han's body, as if they wanted to see through all the secrets of Ye Han.

Ye Han was actually close to half of him!