"Yang Yibu, you are so crazy, you can destroy the Zixiao Palace alone, don't you know that the Zixiao Palace has stood in the immortal realm for hundreds of millions of years?"

Although Xing Manyue's life was in the hands of Yang Yibu, he still disdained Yang Yibu's arrogant words.

"Xing Manyue, I know that it is difficult to destroy the Zixiao Palace, but this does not mean that it is impossible, how powerful the Heavenly Court was back then, but in the end, it was not destroyed by your Zixiao Palace, of course, I don't believe that your Zixiao Hall family can destroy the Heavenly Court."

Yang Yibu's eyes were firmly fixed on Xing Manyue's Yuan Ying and said, Yang Yibu said slowly, he wanted to see something from Xing Manyue's facial expression.

"Yang Yibu, I admit that what you said makes sense, and I don't want to argue with you about anything, become a king or lose a crime, since I have fallen into your hands, I admit it, you can kill me."

Xing Manyue stopped struggling, he closed his eyes, and made a resigned gesture.

"Xing Manyue, since you want to die quickly, I will satisfy you" Yang Yibu saw a trace of determination from Xing Manyue's expression, he knew that it was impossible to ask anything from Xing Manyue's body.

When Yang Yibu's words fell, a huge spiritual power rushed out, erasing Xing Manyue's spiritual wisdom and throwing him into the space ring.

"If I go all out now, the monks in the middle of the eighth level of the Yuan Infant Stage should be helpless against me, should I take the initiative now, Zixiao Palace, you just wait to accept my anger."

After killing Xing Manyue, Yang Yibu was silently thinking in his heart while traveling to the small town where he lived.

"What secrets are there in the ruins of Heavenly Court, why is Zixiao Hall so tightly guarded, since I first went to the Immortal Realm, there has been no strength to take a look, now is it time to go."

In Yang Yib's constant thinking, he returned to the small town very smoothly.

"Master, you're back" Seeing Yang Yibu open the door of the small courtyard and walk in, Li Xingxing, who was cultivating, hurriedly got up and said hello.

"Xiaoxing, I'll leave for a while, it's okay here," Yang Yibu asked casually.

"It's okay, master," Li Xingxing hurriedly replied.

"Xiaoxing, you tell Jin Erjiao and them, try your best to cultivate and improve your strength, if nothing happens, I will take you to a place in half a year, where we will fight head-on with the people of Zixiao Palace."

Yang Yibu said as he threw some of the pills for promotion and cultivation to Li Xingxing, and of course some Yuan Babies who had long lost their spiritual intelligence.

As Yang Yibu killed more and more high-level cultivators, Yang Yibu's cultivation resources were now more and more abundant.

"It's time for me to improve, there will be a bloody battle waiting for me in half a year" After Yang Yibu finished explaining Li Xingxing, he also walked into his room.

On a planet outside the Immortal Realm, at this time, more than a dozen monks at the peak of the ninth level of the Yuan Infant Stage were surrounding a female monk at this moment.

This female monk was dressed in rags, and her cloak was fighting desperately, and the more than ten monks who were at the peak of the ninth level of the Yuan Infant Stage who were attacking around the female cultivator were also out of breath.

Take a closer look, this female cultivator who is fighting for her life is still the Grandma Cheng that Yang Yibu is looking for, that is, Cheng Qiying.

"Mrs. Cheng, you should obediently tie up your hands and arrest it, you won't be able to escape today no matter what."

Zhang Gandao, the old man who has been leading people to hunt down Cheng Qiying for tens of thousands of years, also attacked Cheng Qiying fiercely and said loudly.

"I, Zhang Qiandao, you lackey, even if I Cheng Qiying die, I will take you on the road together."

Cheng Qiying fought bloodily, and scolded Zhang Gandao with color.

"Mrs. Cheng, why do you have to do this kind of desperate struggle? Do you still think about Yin Wuliang's old miscellaneous hair to save you? He is now unable to protect himself, and it is impossible for him to spare his hands to save you."

Zhang Gandao said that his hands were not idle, he was constantly attacking Cheng Qiying fiercely.

"Thorn~" A ninth-level peak monk in the Yuan Infant Stage stabbed Cheng Qiying in the back with a sword under Cheng Qiying's carelessness.

Fresh blood shot out of the bloody hole in her back.

"Ah~" Cheng Qiying shouted at the sky, turned around and fiercely pounced on the monk who stabbed him.

"Tom~" At the moment when Cheng Qiying turned around, Zhang Gandao seized the opportunity and slapped her shoulder with a palm.

"Kick~" Cheng Qiying shook her body and strode back, and she almost fell to the ground with a stumble.

"Die, Mrs. Cheng" The more than ten ninth-level peak monks who were chasing and killing Cheng Qiying seized the opportunity and rushed towards Cheng Qiying frantically.

All kinds of deadly moves were constantly bombarded out of their hands, and they bombarded Cheng Qiying overwhelmingly.

"It's struggling~" Cheng Qiying worked hard to stand firm, gathered the last bit of power in his body, squeezed the last trace of potential in his body, and greeted it without reverse.

Cheng Qiying knew that she couldn't fall into the hands of Zhang Qiandao and them, and once she fell into their hands, Cheng Xiaoya would not be safe.

Although I can't say it myself, there are many ways for a monk at the peak of the ninth level of the Yuan Infant Stage to say it if you are not careful, and I don't know how it was leaked.

"Xiaoya, I'm leaving, you have to take care of yourself" Cheng Qiying's eyes appeared in front of Cheng Xiaoya's peerless face.

"Boom~" Just as Cheng Qiying was calmly dying, a powerful momentum erupted from Cheng Qiying's body, and countless colorful lights continued to shine out from her body.

Putting him to death and then rejuvenating, when Cheng Qiying had nothing to worry about and went to death calmly, when Zhang Qiandao and their attack were imminent, Cheng Qiying broke through.

Her cultivation naturally broke through from the peak of the ninth level of the Yuan Infant Stage to the early stage of the first level of the Mahayana stage.

Although it seems that there is only one small step from the peak of the ninth level of the Yuan Infant Stage to the beginning of the first level of the Mahayana stage, this small step is a huge difference between heaven and earth.

"Escape~" Seeing that Cheng Qiying had broken through, Zhang Gandao, who had reacted, shouted at the other Yuan Infant Stage ninth-level peak monks.

It's not that Zhang Gandao doesn't want to kill Cheng Qiying, but he knows that they have missed the last chance to kill Cheng Qiying.

Once Cheng Qiying breaks through, she will be like a god on top, and she and the others will be like mortals in front of her, without the slightest power to fight back.

Zhang Gandao knew that even if there were one hundred and one thousand Yuan Infant Stage ninth-level peak cultivators here, they would not be the opponents of Cheng Qiying, who had already broken through to the Mahayana stage cultivation, not to mention that there were only more than ten of them now.

"Hmph, can you still escape now" Cheng Qiying snorted coldly, slapped out with a fluttering palm, and more than a dozen people including Zhang Gandao, who had just turned around and didn't escape far, instantly turned into ashes, leaving no trace in this world.

The dazzling colorful light continued to spray out towards Cheng Qiying's body, forming a colorful pillar of light, and the pillar of light went straight to the sky.

Above the sky, boundless black clouds continued to converge above Cheng Qiying's head from all directions.

The black clouds gathered thicker and thicker, slowly pressing down from the sky, in the thick clouds that were so black that there was not a trace of light.

Thunder Ting, thicker than a bucket, roared in the clouds, flashing huge lightning bolts that lit up the sky brightly.

"My Mahayana thunder tribulation has arrived, cross it, everything will be fine if you cross it, it will be immortal for eternity, and if you can't cross it, you will die."

Cheng Qiying raised her head and looked at the black clouds and thick thunder and lightning in the sky.

"I'm not afraid of death, I'm still afraid of you, this thunderstorm" Cheng Qiying's cold eyes stared closely at the sky, and among the black clouds, the thunder kept flickering and entwining.

A large handful of drugs to restore her strength were stuffed into Cheng Qiying's mouth, and she was racing against time to recover her strength and adjust her state.

Cheng Qiying's idea is very simple, which is to recover as much strength as possible before the thunder tribulation falls, so that there will be more protection.

The clouds in the sky are getting thicker and thicker, and a powerful oppressive force oppresses down from the sky, causing people to panic in their hearts.

"Boom~" time did not pass long, and a thunderbolt comparable to the thickness of a bucket fell from the sky accompanied by lightning.

The target of this thunderbolt was naturally Cheng Qiying, who was sitting cross-legged on the ground.

"Kill~" Cheng Qiying jumped up from his cross-seat seat and faced the thunder tribulation that was bombarded.

Cheng Qiying began to cross the Mahayana tribulation.