Yang Yibu sank down and communicated with the Gathering Spirit Continent and began to transfer the power of the Gathering Spirit Continent.

"It's done" is just a moment's work, and Yang Yibu successfully transferred the power of the Gathering Spirit Continent, although the transfer was successful, Yang Yibu found that his strength did not increase much.

In fact, the power of the Gathering Spirit Continent was completely transferred to Yang Yibu's body, but Yang Yibu now has the power of three super-large worlds in his body.

The power of a Spirit Gathering Continent is much smaller, just like if you drop a drop of water into a bowl of water, although it increases, it does not increase much.

Yang Yibu looked at his own cultivation again, but to his disappointment, his cultivation did not increase, and it was still in the middle of the third level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Yang Yibu was not lost, he knew in his heart that he was just picking up a big bargain, so that a heavy treasure recognized himself as the master, and it was a great creation to increase his strength, and if he was looking for an increase in cultivation, he would be insatiable.

Yang Yibu revealed his spiritual power to the outside of the Zhenshi Tower, and he wanted to see where he was now.

As soon as the spiritual power revealed the Zhenshi Tower, Yang Yibu saw the boundless spatial turbulence and spatial wind blade, and Yang Yibu certainly knew what kind of dangerous situation he was in now.

Because in his previous life, Yang Yibu was used to seeing too many places like this.

"If you go out, you will definitely die, you can only control the Zhenshi Tower and fly out slowly."

After making up his mind, Yang Yibu controlled the Zhenshi Tower with his mind, slowly shrinking the tower body to a certain extent, and then controlled the Zhenshi Tower to fly outside the spatial turbulence.

After flying like this for more than a month, Zhenshi Tower flew out of the spatial crack.

In a flash, Yang Yibu flashed out of the Zhenshi Tower, and as soon as Yang Yib came out of the Zhenshi Tower, he suddenly heard a loud noise.

Raising his head to look, Yang Yibu found that countless black and oppressive dark clouds in the sky were surging towards him, no, towards Zhenshi Tower.

Because Yang Yibu was standing in front of the Zhenshi Tower, it seemed that heavy dark clouds were surging towards him.

In the dark clouds of black pressure, lightning flashed and thundered, and the thunder courts of the thickness of the water tank thundered down one after another.

"This Zhenshi Tower is too against the sky, God can't tolerate it, if it goes on like this, Zhenshi Tower is fine, but I am going to be chopped to death by this thunder."

Yang Yibu muttered in his heart, saying that although he said so, Yang Yibu didn't worry about his life at all, and it was a big deal that he entered the Zhenshi Tower, and Lei Ting didn't have anything to do with him.

But Yang Yibu did not enter the Zhenshi Tower, because Yang Yibu knew that God would not allow the Zhenshi Tower to be born, as long as the Zhenshi Tower was put away, the Heavenly Thunder Court would naturally disperse.

As soon as the Zhenshi Pagoda entered Yang Yib's dantian, it was very domineering to occupy the center of the dantian, and drove the heart of the Gathering Spirit Continent, the castle, the celestial star coordinate disk and the pine sword to different directions.

"Bang Dang" Zhenshi Tower disappeared into Yang Yibu's body, and the thunder court lightning lost its target and naturally dispersed, but a thunder court that was closest to the Zhenshi Tower and slashed down did not have time to disperse, that is to say, it was too late to brake.

The thick Lei Ting slashed wildly on the top of Yang Yibu's head, the glow flashed, the Dao Ancestor's robe automatically protected the master, and most of the Thunder Ting lightning power was blocked by the Dao Ancestor's robe, leaving only a small part of the Thunder Ting lightning power to actually hit Yang Yibu's body.

In an instant, Yang Yibu's whole body was scorched, his hair stood upside down, bursts of black smoke came out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, and the lightning of Zizi flashed on his scorched body, and a thick smell of barbecue filled the air.

"Thief, God, you are yin and I ......," Yang Yibu spat out a puff of black smoke and looked up at the sky and scolded.

"Boy, did you get any treasure, hurry up and hand it over to the old man, otherwise...... Hehe" was when Yang Yibu jumped to his feet and scolded the thief like a shrew.

"Huh~", a golden light came to Yang Yibu, and out of the golden light came a seventy or eighty-year-old, short thin little old man, the little old man said to Yang Yibu as soon as he appeared.

Yang Yibu lowered his head and looked at the little old man coldly, the little old man is a fifth-level peak monk in the Yuan Infant Stage, for this kind of cultivator, Yang Yibu can fight before he is recognized by the Zhenshi Tower, let alone now.

"Old Zamao, I don't have to get the treasure about your birds, I won't give it to you and you will bite me."

Yang Yibu, who had nowhere to be angry, was threatened by this little old man, and his anger towards God instantly shifted to the little old man's body, and he scolded the little old man as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Boy, you are so rampant, the old man is the elder of Zixiao Palace, the old man's name is Hou Yuzhi, believe it or not, the old man has skinned you."

Hou Yuzhi, the elder of Zixiao Palace, was scolded by Yang Yibu for being a smoker, and in anger he reported his identity and origin, he wanted to suppress Yang Yibu's arrogance.

"Oh, it turns out that you are a monkey in Zixiao Palace, Zixiao Hall is amazing, if you know each other, hurry up and give Lao Tzu a roll, if you don't know each other, Lao Tzu wants to eat monkey brain today to make up for the vitality that was injured by the thief."

When Yang Yibu heard Hou Yuzhi's origin, he was even more furious, and scolded loudly, "Damn, is it possible that the entire fairy world belongs to your Zixiao Palace, how can you encounter the things of Zixiao Palace wherever you go."

In fact, Yang Yibu slandered well, in the eastern part of the immortal world, the Zixiao Hall family is dominant, and the monks of the Zixiao Hall have taken a fancy to what kind of treasure, and no one dares to compete with him at all.

If any sect or individual dares to disobey their will, they will shout and shout to kill, and at worst, kill people and destroy people.

It is precisely because the monks of Zixiao Hall have developed this kind of arrogant and domineering temperament relying on the sect, so they use the sect to suppress others at every turn, making people dare to be angry and dare not speak, and obediently hand over what they want.

Today, what Hou Yuzhi didn't expect was that the kid in front of him was not interested in Zixiao Hall at all, and he didn't sell Zixiao Palace's face at all.

"Boy, aren't you a monk from the eastern part of the fairy world? If you come from somewhere else, what better is it, you come to the territory of my Zixiao Palace, it's a dragon, you have to coil it for me, it's a tiger, you have to lie on my stomach, quickly hand over the treasure you got to the old man."

Hou Yuzhi decided that Yang Yibu was a monk from outside, not a monk from the east, because he had never seen such an arrogant monk in the east except for their Zixiao Palace.

"A monkey, your uncle, listen up, Lao Tzu's name is Yang Yibu, he is a native of the eastern monk, don't you fucking know that Lao Tzu and your Zixiao Hall are not the same great enemies."

Yang Yibu scolded and reported his name, he wanted to see Hou Yuzhi's reaction, to see if the monks of Zixiao Hall had heard his name.

If so, Yang Yibu thought that he was on the Zixiao Palace's must-kill list, and if it wasn't, it would prove that the Zixiao Palace hadn't put himself as a little monk in his eyes.

"Yang Yibu, I haven't heard of it, since you said that you are the great enemy of Zixiao Palace, do you dare to report your sect."

Hou Yuzhi stared at Yang Yibu tightly, he really wanted to see something from Yang Yibu's dark face.

"A monkey, why does Lao Tzu want to report the name of the sect, you are a little monkey who is not worthy of it at all, and you are not qualified to know the name of Lao Tzu's sect."

Yang Yibu is in the fairy world, he is really alone, where does he have any sect, originally Yang Yibu wanted to pull a tall name to bluff Hou Yuzhi.

But after thinking about it, Yang Yibu still felt that it was okay, he was not afraid of ten thousand, in case the name of a small sect he casually said, it would be bad.

If he accidentally let this Hou Yuzhi go, wouldn't this small sect carry a black pot for himself and risk being destroyed.

"Yang Yibu, it seems that your arrogance is also pretending, in fact, you are also a gutless rat, so timid that you don't even dare to report your own sect."

Hou Yuzhi is also an old monster who is old and scheming, and he begins to provoke Yang Yibu quietly, as long as Yang Yibu says the name of his sect.

Even if he is careless, Yang Yibu's kid escapes from his hands, he can go to Yang Yib's sect to find him, or use Yang Yibu's sect to threaten him to hand over the treasure.