Chapter 1249

Ye Ziheng thought for a long time, and finally took out two long swords from the storage ring to use as pickaxes. But when ye Ziheng started to implement the plan, he found that it was impossible to achieve the plan.

Ye Ziheng's long sword just hit the icicle, let alone stabbed in, and even some ice dregs fell down, so he directly bounced off ye Ziheng's long sword.

Seeing this scene, ye Ziheng is directly confused. What's the situation? Can't the magic weapon of the best in Zhenwu go in! That's how it goes!

When ye Ziheng had nothing to do, a voice suddenly came into his mind.

"Two fools, did you practice the hot yang in white before?"

It's not someone else who talks, it's the devil.

And ye Ziheng listens to this words also just suddenly between reaction come over, right! Didn't I practice the Yanyang body before, and I also practice to a great extent!

So the leaf began to run "three turns of yin and Yang" in his body with a constant movement. A stream of hot sun rose slowly from the body of Ye Ziheng, and soon it was full of his whole body. The cold feeling decreased a lot, and even a little warmth came to his heart.

Then ye Ziheng tried to put his hand on the icicle again. A chill immediately penetrated into ye Ziheng's palm, but it was better than before. There was no tingling.

Then a few minutes later, ye Ziheng slowly indicated the cold, and began to climb towards the top of the icicle.

It's not a big problem to climb all the way, but the more you climb up, the colder the air will become, and the icicles you touch will become more piercing.

When ye Ziheng climbs to the half, the cold feeling has returned to the feeling that ye Ziheng did not run "three turns of yin and Yang".

The tingling from the palm of the hand is even more gnashing.

But ye Ziheng was still holding on. He bit his teeth, looked at the top of the icicle, and began to climb faster.

A few minutes later, ye Ziheng climbed two-thirds of the height, his palm was still stinging, his whole hands had turned into white ice, shaking constantly, but still climbing.

Until ye Ziheng climbs four fifths of the icicle, he no longer feels cold in his palm, because his palm has lost consciousness. He thinks that even if he uses a pot of 1000 degree oil to fry his hand now, he may not feel anything.

Fortunately, although he lost consciousness, ye Ziheng was still able to control the movement of his hand. But even so, ye Ziheng didn't dare to use too much force. He felt that his palm was as fragile as ice now. He was afraid that he would use too much force carelessly. He was afraid that his palm would crack directly and then explode like ice.

Ye Ziheng continued to climb, his body has been a layer of frost, white frost covering his face and body, at this time he is like a carved ice sculpture.

But when ye Ziheng climbs up one step, the frost will scatter a little, but there are also some that will become more solidified because of the sharp drop in temperature.

Finally, ye Ziheng's hand touched the top of the icicle, and then the second hand touched it. Then ye Ziheng's head also came up, and he finally reached the top.