Yang Yibu kept walking up the trunk of the giant tree, rows of white bones filling the branches and broad leaves of the giant tree.

When Yang Yib reached the top of the giant tree, he saw that the crown of the giant tree had been cut off, forming a flat land like a great plain.

The flat ground formed by the trunk of the tree was all filled with piles of dry bones, and Yang Yib walked on it, and the dry bones under his feet made a "click" sound.

"Thousands of years ago, very close to the present, what caused so many infancy monks to die, and why did they come here."

Yang Yibu looked at the dry bones in his eyes, and his eyes were full of doubt.

"No, thousands of years ago, it was impossible for there to be so many primordial infancy monks in the underworld, where did so many primordial infancy monks come from."

Yang Yibu suddenly remembered this question, although he had been derailed from the world for seven thousand years, he still knew how many Yuan Infant Monks in the underworld seven thousand years ago.

Even in the underworld, the Yang world and the immortal world do not have so many Yuan Infant Stage cultivators.

No useful clues were found, and with a stomach full of questions, Yang Yib prepared to return the way he came.

"Boy, who are you, why are you here" Just as Yang Yibu turned to walk back, an old and indifferent voice also sounded in Yang Yibu's ears.

Raising his head, Yang Yibu saw a figure that looked like a human but not a human, like a beast but not a beast, and there was a hazy mist covering his whole body on this figure.

It was precisely because of the cover of this layer of fog that Yang Yibu could not see clearly whether this figure was a human or a beast.

Looking at the hazy figure in front of him, Yang Yibu shuddered in his heart, this figure appeared very abruptly, and he didn't notice how he appeared at all.

If this figure wants to sneak attack him, he won't even have a chance to react, and Yang Yibu's pupils are constantly expanding.

"My name is Yang Yibu, I strayed into this place and disturbed my seniors, I hope my seniors will forgive me."

Yang Yibu put his posture very low, in Yang Yibu's feeling, he was not the opponent of the figure in front of him at all, even if the other party just stretched out a little finger, he could crush himself to death.

"Yang Yib, Yang Yib, this is not the place you should be, you get out of here as soon as possible."

The hazy figure said after chanting Yang Yibu's name twice.

"Senior, what the hell is ...... here" Yang Yibu wanted to know what was going on here, so he asked.

"Yang Yibu, you'd better leave quickly, the things here are not what you can know now, and knowing it will do you a lot of harm but no benefit."

The hazy figure interrupted Yang Yib's questioning words, urging Yang Yib to leave.

"Senior, I'll leave" Yang Yibu didn't want to cause the unhappiness of the hazy figure, since the other party didn't want to tell him the truth, there was no reason not to tell him.

Besides, the other party didn't have any ill will towards him, he kept urging himself to leave, which was for his own sake, these Yang Yibu could hear from the other party's words.

Yang Yib turned around and left as fast as he could.

The hazy figure had been watching Yang Yibu leave, and then sighed softly and disappeared abruptly.

Back on the ground in front of the giant tree, Yang Yibu turned his head and glanced at the top of the giant tree before striding away.

At the edge of the forbidden area of the Stygian Moon Mountains, Yang Yibu appeared here.

"Hahaha, Yang Yibu, we are really destined, you escaped from me five hundred years ago, and you and I met here again five hundred years later, do you think this is God's intention to arrange this."

As soon as Yang Yibu stepped out of the forbidden area of the Stygian Moon Mountain Range, he heard a familiar voice.

"Su Buqi, are you a thief, you have been waiting for me here."

A cold light flashed in Yang Yibu's eyes, staring at Su Buqi, the Supreme Elder of the Yin Netherworld Sect who appeared in front of him with a rampant laugh.

"Yang Yibu, what's the matter, do you think you can still escape from my hands today" Su Buqi directly admitted that he had been beating Yang Yibu's idea.

"Run, Su Buqi, why should I escape" Yang Yibu's face showed a hint of evil smile.

"Why did you escape, Yang Yibu, of course you fled for your life" A trace of disdain flashed in Su Buqi's eyes, five hundred years ago, when he showed his true strength, Yang Yibu couldn't even catch one of his own moves.

"Su Buqi, you don't have to be ashamed to speak in front of me, I admit that I fled five hundred years ago, but five hundred years later, you are the one who should flee, and you should not come to die."

Yang Yibu looked at Su Buqi coldly and said, the evil smile on his face became more and more intense.

"Yo, Yang Yibu, you have escaped for five hundred years, are you tired of escaping, and want to borrow my hand to die, I am very happy to fulfill you."

Su Buqi's language was very bitter, as if Yang Yibu had deliberately come to him to seek death.

"Su Buqi, it's not up to you whether I want to die or not, but I know one thing, you will definitely die today."

Under the rich evil smile, Yang Yibu's words were loud.

"Yang Yibu, since you want to die, I will fulfill you, take it" As soon as the words fell, a powerful momentum erupted from Su Buqi's body.

A spear appeared in Su Buqi's hand, and the tip of the spear pointed obliquely at Yang Yibu, "Yang Yibu, are you ready to die?"

"Su Buqi, you talk a lot of nonsense, if you want to die quickly, you can let the horse come" Yang Yibu said unceremoniously to Su Buqi, who was still chattering.

"Dead" Su Buqi was not talking nonsense with Yang Yibu, and with a shake of the spear in his hand, a huge golden dragon flew out from the tip of the spear.

The golden dragon rushed towards Yang Yibu with the momentum of destroying the heavens, and Su Buqi's shot was much stronger than five hundred years ago.

Wherever the golden dragon passed, the void seemed to be unable to withstand the sound of "click", and tiny cracks flashed in the air.

"It's good," Yang Yibu shouted, took a step forward, raised his tightly clenched fist, and blasted straight forward with a punch.

The Fist of Life and Destruction made its debut in the underworld for the first time, and the punch was born, and the fist was destroyed.

A small vortex was generated on Yang Yibu's fist, and the vortex was slowly getting bigger, and in the vortex, a large world was generated.

The tide rises and falls, the moon rises and sets, and everything in the big world slowly becomes clear.

The vortex flew straight out of Yang Yibu's fist, colliding with the huge golden dragon that swooped in the air.

In the loud sound that shook the heavens and the earth, the incomparably powerful golden dragon shattered inch by inch at a speed visible to the naked eye, like paper paste.

This time, the competition was a collision between Yang Yib's avenue and Su Buqi's avenue.

It is obvious that Su Buqi's avenue is simply weak in front of Yang Yibu's avenue, although Su Buqi's avenue has been created for a long time in Yang Yibu's avenue, and at the same time, Su Buqi is constantly improving his avenue.

There is also a difference between the great avenues and the great avenues, and not all the avenues are equally powerful.

Obviously, Su Buqi did not have Yang Yibu's luck against the sky, and he was able to observe and comprehend the initial formation of the Great Dao of a big world.

"Not good" Seeing his golden dragon disappear like spring snow and the scorching sun, Su Buqi shook the spear in his hand violently.

Another golden dragon flew out from the tip of his spear, this time the golden dragon was much thicker than the previous one, and Su Buqi did not use all his strength in the previous shot.

His perception of Yang Yib is still stuck in the cognition of Yang Yib when he first met him.

Five hundred years ago, Su Buqi made a move, Yang Yibu only had to flee in panic, and five hundred years later, he didn't think that Yang Yibu could improve much.

Because five hundred years sounds like a long time, but for a powerful monk like the Yuan Infant Monk, it is only a momentary time.

suffered a loss, Su Buqi's shot did his best, it was his pinnacle shot, and under his shot, even a world would only have the fate of destruction.

Yang Yib's fist of life and death roared, shattering Su Buqi's first shot, and then smashed his second shot with an unstoppable force.

When the huge golden dragon met Yang Yib's Life and Death Fist, the golden dragon let out a sad hiss, and it was destroyed in an instant.

"Retreat" Su Buqi yelled and began to retreat wildly, he couldn't imagine that Yang Yibu's punch was so fierce.