"Yang Yibu, do you think that with this little heavenly thunder and earth fire, I will be able to succumb to Xing Mantian."

Although Xing Mantian was tortured by the thunder and fire of heaven and earth to death, he did not have the slightest intention of giving in.

"Xing Mantian, even if you don't give in, I just don't want to make more effort, otherwise with my already condensed soul, I can devour you with a little effort."

Yang Yibu still smiled and said to Xing Mantian, what Yang Yibu said was the truth, and Xing Mantian also knew it.

"Yang Yibu, I'm waiting for you to devour" Xing Mantian was tortured, but his bones were still very hard.

"Yes, Xing Mantian, I will devour you, but not now, I will let you live a few more days."

Yang Yibu said to Xing Mantian expressionlessly, as soon as he finished speaking, Yang Yibu flashed and left the Zhenshi Tower, leaving Xing Mantian alone in the Zhenshi Tower to suffer endless torture.

Yang Yibu didn't want to devour Xing Mantian now, but if he wanted to devour now, he would inevitably spend a lot of time and energy.

Yang Yibu felt that it was really not cost-effective to do anything, so Yang Yib decided to postpone devouring Xing Mantian, and he wanted to let Xing Mantian suffer endless torture before implementing the devouring plan when his will was at his weakest.

Yang Yibu appeared in the air of Linshui Abyss from the Zhenshi Tower, and he began to dive in a good mood.

After diving to the limit of Yang Yib's body, Yang Yib changed to parallel flight, the same as before.

Yang Yibu only left a small part of his consciousness to control his body and fly forward, while most of his body shape entered the Gathering Spirit Continent.

At the place where the Flower of Thor was, Yang Yib's consciousness turned into a villain exactly like Yang Yibu, and he sat cross-legged above the Flower of Thor and quietly contemplated.

Although the current Yang Yibu cultivation is still very low, and he is not suitable for the Flower of the Thunder God, his previous life was a Mahayana monk.

His vision was still there, so Yang Yibu decided to give it a try, he wanted to see if he could gain something, and if he could understand a little clue about the flower of Thor.

After a battle with Xing Mantian, Yang Yib found that speed was his shortcoming, and now Yang Yib urgently needs to improve his speed.

Otherwise, in the future battle, it may not be that he will suffer a big loss in speed one day.

Time is like sand at the tip of your fingers, and it keeps passing, and ten years have passed in a flash, and ten years is extremely short for Yang Yibu, who is immersed in cultivation and enlightenment.

Ten years is a long, long time for mortals, but for Yang Yibu, it is only a momentary time.

"Wow~Wow~Wow~" Yang Yibu, who was immersed in cultivation and enlightenment, heard the sound of bursts of water.

"Strange, how can there be the sound of water flowing in the air near the water abyss" Yang Yibu's consciousness retreated from the Gathering Spirit Continent and returned to his body.

"Where have I been?" Yang Yibu opened his eyes, which had been closed for ten years, and what greeted him was the endless sea.

The waves in the sea were constantly surging, and Yang Yibu was above the sea at this time, and he no longer knew where he was coming from or where he was going.

"It's really strange that there is a sea in the sky near the water abyss, and this sea is so large that it seems to be a big world composed of seawater."

Yang Yibu stood up from his cross-seated seat, looking at the endless sea in front of him and chattering incessantly.

It's just that Yang Yibu is not surprised to see such a strange phenomenon, he has been trained in the first place, and for these mysterious and strange places, the more the better.

Yang Yibu watched the sea for a while, and then he flew forward in a certain direction.

This flight was three days, and Yang Yib's eyes were still sea water except the blue sea, and he didn't see any other scenery except the sea water.

"Porphy~" Just as Yang Yibu was flying at a super-high speed, Yang Yibu suddenly fell into the sea from a high altitude in the form of free fall without warning.

"What's the situation? How did I fall into the sea, is it that the sky is forbidden here and you can't fly."

Yang Yibu kept sinking in the sea, and his mind was full of cranky thoughts while sinking.

"Hey, why do I keep sinking, why don't I float up".

Yang Yibu, who was thinking wildly, suddenly noticed that something was wrong, the water was buoyant, and when a person fell into the sea, when he sank to a certain depth, he would float.

But Yang Yibu now finds that he has been sinking for a long time, and if he uses distance to describe it, he has sunk tens of thousands of meters.

But he didn't even feel like he was floating, which was exactly what made Yang Yibu feel strange, but what made Yang Yibu feel even more strange was.

In the process of sinking, he didn't feel the slightest resistance, even the air had resistance, let alone sea water, which had to cause Yang Yibu to think deeply.

A few days passed, and Yang Yib was still sinking endlessly, and in the process of sinking, Yang Yib had tried to control his sinking body many times.

But no matter how hard Yang Yib tried, he couldn't control his body, as if this body was not his own, it was like in a dream, he dreamed of falling from a high altitude, and wanted to control the whereabouts of his body, but he couldn't do it at all.

After many attempts, Yang Yibu had no choice but to give up, and he resigned himself to letting his body sink freely.

"Uh~" I don't know how long after sinking, Yang Yibu suddenly found that his feet seemed to be on the ground, and he had a down-to-earth feeling.

Yang Yibu, who was squinting slightly, suddenly opened his eyes and looked at his feet.

"I'm really standing on the ground, what about the seawater" Yang Yibu looked left and right, up and down, back and forth, and around Yang Yib's body, he didn't find a drop of seawater.

"Am I dreaming" Yang Yibu rubbed his eyes in disbelief, just now he was still sinking in the sea, but the next moment, the sea water disappeared, and his feet stepped on the earth.

"Tom~Tom~Tom~" In order to prove that he was indeed standing on the ground, Yang Yibu jumped a few times like a rabbit.

"It's really standing on the ground, I'm not dreaming" After jumping like a rabbit, Yang Yibu is sure that he is now down-to-earth, and he also proves that he is not in a dream now.

"Why am I at the bottom of the sea, but why is there no seawater, forget it, don't think about it" Yang Yibu, who was puzzled, didn't go to drill the tip of the horns, and he didn't think about it if he couldn't figure it out.

After observing carefully for a long time, Yang Yibu finally found that he was standing on an ancient road that no one had walked for thousands of years.

"Where does this ancient road lead?" Yang Yibu slowly walked forward along the ancient road.

Walking on this ancient road paved with bluestone slabs, Yang Yib could not hear any other sound except for his own footsteps and heartbeat.

The whole ancient road seemed very desolate and silent, and the mood of people walking on it was also very depressing, and a lonely and lonely mood rose from Yang Yibu's heart without warning.

"Hey, why am I crying" Yang Yibu didn't know how long he had been walking on this ancient road, and inadvertently, Yang Yibu wiped his face with one hand.

But he found that his face was already full of tears at some point, and he didn't know when he had already burst into tears.

"What kind of ancient road is this, and where does it lead?" Yang Yib wiped the water off his face, and kept thinking as he walked forward.

"Huh~, how can this be?

Yang Yibu looked at his feet steadily, and Yang Yibu remembered that the previous ancient road was paved with ancient bluestone slabs.

But now Yang Yibu found that the ancient road under his feet was not paved with bluestone slabs, but with a lot of white bones, which had a glowing blue-white light flickering.

Yang Yib bent down and looked at the bones carefully, he wanted to see what kind of animal bones they were.

After observing for a long time, Yang Yibu came to the conclusion that these white bones that emitted fluorescent light were all human bones.

These white bones are not only human bones, but also the bones of monks, the masters of these white bones, their cultivation is not low, all of them are the bones of the ninth level peak cultivation of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"What happened on this ancient road back then," Yang Yibu raised his head and looked at the endless ancient road that meandered into the distance, muttering softly.

Step by step, Yang Yibu stepped on the tired white bones and walked forward step by step, and under his feet, there was a "click" sound that kept ringing.

"It's changed again, this is the white bones of a human monk in the Mahayana period" When Yang Yibu walked forward for many more days, he found that the color of the white bones under his feet had changed again.

The first level of the Mahayana period, the second level of the Mahayana period...... When Yang Yibu came to a tall hall, the white bones under his feet were already the white bones of a monk at the peak of the ninth level of the Mahayana period.

"What is in this hall, why use the white bones of so many monks to pave the way, is this hall the end of this ancient road".

Yang Yibu stood in front of the door of this hall, he was not in a hurry to open the door of the hall, he stood quietly, his eyes fixed on the gate of this tall hall.

"Battle~" On the top of a gate of this tall and incomparably large hall, a big battle word is written.

This battle word is vigorous and powerful, and there is a trace of indescribable desolation in the simplicity.

At a glance, I knew that this was written in a hurry by someone with his fingers, and the mood of Xiutu who wrote this war word should have been very excited.

Yang Yibu looked at this battle word, but a sense of hopelessness rose in his heart.

"Why does my heart hurt so much" Looking at which battle word, Yang Yibu felt a stinging pain in his heart like a knife.