"Why do I feel heartache, is this the monk who wrote this war word back then, with endless sadness in his heart?"

Yang Yibu thought silently after trying to suppress the endless sadness in his heart.

"Tom~Tom~Tom~" Wiping away the tears from the corners of his eyes, Yang Yibu walked step by step towards the tall palace gate with the word "war" written on it.

"Squeak~" Coming to the door of the main hall, Yang Yibu stretched out his hands and pressed them on the door of the main hall, and then pushed it violently, and the door of the main hall was pushed open by Yang Yibu.

It was an empty hall, and the hall was so huge that with the naked eye, there was no end in sight.

Yang Yibu slowly lifted his feet, and after hesitating for a moment, Yang Yib stepped into the main hall.

"From one world to another" After Yang Yibu stepped into the main hall, his eyes were full of flowers, as if he had entered a mysterious world.

In this world, there is a desolate atmosphere spreading, and the whole world is full of desolation and despair.

The whole world was silent, and all the earth was scorched, as if it were charred.

Yang Yibu walked on this black, scorched earth, and his eyes were full of desolation, and a cold wind blew through Yang Yibu's ears.

In the yin wind, there seemed to be hundreds of billions of innocent resentful souls crying incessantly, as if they were complaining about something to Yang Yib.

Walking on this miserable and miserable land, Yang Yibu's mind was lost again and again, and tears flowed again and again, but every time.

Yang Yibu forcibly freed himself from the endless sorrow, and returned to the state of Tao Ming from the endless sorrow.

What Yang Yibu didn't know was that every time he was freed from endless sorrow, his will was strengthened again.

In the cultivation system of the entire cultivation realm, the will is the most difficult to cultivate, because the will is a transcendent existence, so there is no specific practice to cultivate the will.

After countless times of grief and then relief, Yang Yib's will has reached the point of perseverance.

There are few things that can shake Yang Yib's will, and the ascension of his will has led to the sublimation of Yang Yib's soul.

In the sublimation of the soul, Yang Yib's will rose in a decisive battle, reaching a level that was as solid as a rock and unmoved by external objects.

When Yang Yib's willpower was greatly improved, Yang Yib unknowingly came to the center of this world.

In the center of this world, there is a tall stone monument like a tombstone, this stone monument is not a few miles wide, and it towers into the sky.

On this huge stone stele, there is still only one word, which word is still a war word, and this war word is from the same person as which war word on the main hall gate is from the same person.

It's just that this battle word seems much more vigorous and calm, which can be seen from here.

The battle word on this stele is earlier than the battle word on the gate of the main hall, and this war word on the stele does not reveal desolation and sadness.

Yang Yibu stood under this stele in a daze, what he didn't expect was that there was only such a stele in such a huge hall.

After staying in front of the stele for a long time, Yang Yibu silently withdrew from the main hall.

Coming to the door of the main hall, Yang Yibu casually closed the door of the main hall.

After wandering in front of the main hall for a while, Yang Yibu found a small path, which seemed to be only enough for one person.

When Yang Yib found the path, he didn't think about it, he stepped on it, and Yang Yib wanted to see where the end of the path was.

The path winded crookedly to the back of the main hall, and then stretched straight into the distance.

"This hall is not the end of this ancient road, this path is the road that extends to the end."

Yang Yib walked on this path, which was neither paved with bluestone nor with the white bones of monks, it was an ordinary path.

But on this path, there are deep footprints at intervals, and this footprint is the same size as the footprints of ordinary people.

The only difference is that this footprint is very deep, as if it was stepped on by a monk with great cultivation with great mana.

Yang Yib walked silently along the path, not very fast and not very slow.

Yang Yibu walked forward for about three days, and after turning a corner, his eyes suddenly opened up, and Yang Yibu saw a wide flat land.

In the middle of the flat ground, Yang Yib saw a man, a man standing with a sword.

"Is this person still alive" Yang Yibu stood at the corner of the path, quietly looking at the man standing with his sword.

This is an old man of medium stature, dressed in cloth, with snow-white hair and beard, and the old man's body does not exude the slightest domineering momentum.

At first glance, this old man looks like an old man next door, but what is incompatible with the old man next door is his sword on the ground, and the old man next door cannot have this kind of sword.

Yang Yibu walked forward slowly, he walked in front of the old man, and quietly looked at the old man standing with his sword.

Yang Yibu didn't find any vitality in this old man's body, but he didn't find any expression of joy and sorrow in this old man's body.

Yang Yibu looked at the sword in the old man's hand again, this sword was also a plain black iron sword, the hilt was tightly held in the old man's hand, but the tip of the sword was deeply embedded in the earth.

On the ground in front of the old man, there were two extremely scribbled big characters "Heavenly Dao".

"What do you mean, could it be that it was the Heavenly Dao that killed this old man, the Heavenly Dao is invisible, could it be that the Heavenly Dao is also a person."

Yang Yibu thought of something, his eyes were wide and wide, a look of horror flashed in his eyes, and a wisp of ominous feeling rose from his heart.

Yang Yibu's body trembled, and a nameless cold air enveloped his whole body, and his upper and lower teeth collided together indisputably, making a "gurgling" sound.

Yang Yibu, whose face was extremely pale, used a lot of strength to suppress the great terror in his heart.

Raising his head, Yang Yibu silently looked at the sky, and then he slowly walked behind the old man.

Coming behind the old man, Yang Yibu saw an extremely small wound on his back, which wound was like a new wound, and in this small wound, there were blood beads gushing out from time to time, but these blood beads did not drip down the old man's body.

"What kind of weapon did he get injured, judging from the surrounding environment, it must have been tens of millions of years, why has his wound not healed after so many years?"

Yang Yibu frowned, staring closely at the wound on the old man's back, his pupils were constricting for a while, and his spine was chilling, which was really terrifying.

"The world covered by the sea, the sea has no buoyancy, there is no resistance, the ancient road paved with white bones, the old man who was injured by the way of heaven, all this is too terrifying, too incredible."

Yang Yibu didn't dare to think about it anymore, and he found that he had inadvertently discovered a great horror.

"Little friend, seeing each other is fate, I'll give you a creation" Just as Yang Yibu was sweating profusely for discovering the great horror, a voice sounded.

"Who~" Yang Yibu heard this voice, his scalp was numb, and his body trembled.

"Little friend, don't panic, am I not by your side" Just as Yang Yibu's body was shaking, a voice sounded again, but this time it was much clearer.

"Senior, is that you" Yang Yibu suppressed the panic in his heart and turned to the old man and asked.

"Little friend, that's right, it's the old man," the old man replied in a very flat voice.

"Senior, you are still alive" Yang Yibu casually asked a nonsense, as soon as the words came out, Yang Yibu regretted it, this is not only a nonsense, but also a sentence that offends people, people are not alive to talk to themselves.

"Hehe, Xiaoyou asked this, let's put it this way, the old man is difficult to harvest, and the earth is difficult to bury."

The old man's voice rang out again.

"Senior, I'm so familiar with your words, I've heard them somewhere" Yang Yibu racked his brains, trying to remember where he had heard this sentence, but he couldn't remember it for a while.

"Xiaoyou, I won't tell you more, I'll pass you a practice, you get out of here quickly, this is not a place for you to stay."

Seeing that Yang Yibu was going to ask something, the old man's voice rang out again.

As soon as the old man's voice fell, there was a fluctuation in the air, and a little golden light appeared very abruptly.

As soon as this light appeared, it immediately turned into a streamer of light and came straight to Yang Yibu's eyebrows.

The instinctive Yang Yibu's figure flashed, and he wanted to dodge this streamer, but no matter how Yang Yib's figure dodged, he couldn't dodge this streamer at all.

"Porphyry~" With a slight thought, there was a small ball of light in Yang Yibu's sea of knowledge, and the light cluster exploded in Yang Yibu's sea of knowledge.

All this happened in an instant, and before Yang Yibu's dodging figure could stop, this light cluster exploded in Yang Yibu's sea of knowledge.

"Hum~" Yang Yibu was dizzy, and in his unconscious state, his body naturally sat down.

"Kunpeng Flash, the fastest and fastest body technique in the universe......" After Yang Yibu sat down, a technique flashed out of the exploding light.

Ten days later, Yang Yibu's eyes were closed, but the others stood up from their cross-legged seats and began to stride in the air in an irregular manner.

In Yang Yibu's chaotic steps, his speed is terrifyingly fast, every step he takes is thousands of miles away, but the time it takes him to take each step is extremely short, at most only one hundredth of a second.

The pace became faster and faster, and in the end, Yang Yi's figure could not be seen in the entire air at all, only a little flickering point of light.

"Kunpeng flashed, it became" Yang Yibu happily stopped his steps.