"Let's stay in the ruins of Heavenly Court for a while," Yang Yibu finally decided.

After Yang Yibu made his decision, he took Li Xingxing and the five of them back from the Gathering Spirit Continent.

"Master, have you forgotten us, it took so long to pick us up, and the beasts everywhere were almost eaten by us."

As soon as he returned to Yang Yibu's side, Li Xingxing stared at Yang Yibu with his resentful eyes like a little daughter-in-law who hadn't seen her husband for a long time.

"What kind of eyes are you kid, why are you looking at me like this" Yang Yibu flexed his finger and flicked it to Li Xingxing's head.

"Oh~, master, you light" Li Xingxing screamed, and his eyes became even more resentful.

"It's still this kind of look, you really want to beg for a fight" Yang Yibu smiled slightly, and said to Li Xingxing, who was constantly rubbing his hand on his head.

"Don't dare, master" Li Xingxing shook his hands wildly, returned to normal, and his eyes were no longer resentful.

Yang Yibu took Li Xingxing and walked all the way forward.

When Yang Yibu watched Li Xingxing and them kill the third patrol team, Yang Yibu looked up as if he had discovered something, and he looked into the distance.

"Master, is there another enemy to kill" Seeing Yang Yibu's appearance, Li Xingxing asked Yang Yibu while fiddling with the space realm he had just harvested in his hand with his eyes shining.

"Yes, there are hundreds of monks who came over this time, but why did Zixiao Hall send these monks who are neither high nor low to send them to death?"

Yang Yibu didn't look back at Li Xingxing, he replied and continued.

"Master, the monk who is neither high nor low in cultivation is here, does it mean that we don't have to dodge this time, and we can fight with you."

Hearing Yang Yibu's words, Li Xingxing and the five fanatical militants couldn't help but rub their hands, their eyes were shining, and they couldn't wait to rush up and do a great job.

"Xiaoxing, the five of you listen well, although the Zixiao Hall is not sending a high-level monk this time, but it is not something you can interfere with, among these monks who came, the lowest cultivation is a monk in the early sixth level of the Yuan Infant Stage, each of them can kill you with a wave of his hand, this time you still can't participate in the battle, but I won't send you away, you just stand aside and watch carefully."

Yang Yibu told Li Xingxing and the five of them about the cultivation of the comers, and forbade them to participate in the war.

"Yes, master, master" Li Xingxing and the five of them quickly replied, they are also sensible people, Yang Yibu said that they can't participate in the war, they will definitely not participate in the war.

If they didn't listen to Yang Yibu and forcibly entered the war, their behavior would be no different from seeking death.

After answering Yang Yibu's sentence, Li Xingxing and the five of them retreated far away.

"Hulala~" Not long after Li Xingxing and the five of them left, a large black figure appeared in the sky.

As soon as these figures appeared, they scattered in all directions, surrounding Yang Yibu in the center, and there were about a thousand of these figures who appeared, all of them were monks from the early sixth level of the Yuan Infant Stage to the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"Yang Yibu, suffer death" After these people surrounded Yang Yibu, a monk at the peak of the seventh level of the Yuan Infant Stage took a step forward.

Pointing at Yang Yibu with the huge golden sword in his hand and saying, this old man's name is Li Chunfeng, he is the general leader of this siege and killing Yang Yibu, and he comes from a large sect in the eastern part of the immortal world.

"Don't talk nonsense, if you want to fight, you will fight, since you have come to die, I will fulfill you."

Surrounded by thousands of people, Yang Yibu still did not have a trace of fear, he put his hands behind his back and said coldly.

"Yang Yibu, you are even more arrogant and rampant than rumored, you will die today" Li Chunfeng pointed to Yang Yibu's golden sword, there was a flame rising, the heat wave was surging, and the flames were swallowing.

"What if I'm arrogant, I have arrogant capital, I don't accept you to bite me."

Yang Yibu was calm and relaxed, and there was no trace of consciousness of being surrounded by everyone.

"Kill~" Li Chunfeng was furious, he had seen a lot of arrogant people in the world, but he had never seen such an arrogant person, and he still looked so arrogant under the siege of thousands of monks.

"Kill~" Thousands of monks roared angrily, each waving their weapons, and rushed towards Yang Yibu in a swarm, the flow of people was like a tide, and the blades flashed with cold light.

"Kill~" Yang Yibu also roared angrily, and killed with a wave of his fists.

"Boom~Boom~Boom~" Violent roar, blade breaking, wailing, screaming...... , resounding in the sky.

Since the war, the world is sad, this is an unequal battle, although the monks of Zixiao Hall have an absolute advantage in numbers, but a large number does not necessarily mean that the combat power is strong.

In the face of absolute strength, quantity is nothing more than a joke.

"Puff~Puff~Puff~" Every time Yang Yibu punched, one or even a dozen monks would turn into blood mist.

A large amount of blood mist in the sky was converging, turning into layers of thick blood-colored clouds as red as the sunset.

The blood cloud turned into a drizzle, falling from the sky, slowly from small to large, and in the roaring explosion, the blood rain poured like a pour.

The rain of blood dyed the whole sky scarlet, which was a wordless beauty, poignant beauty, and a scarlet rainbow appeared and disappeared in the sky.

All the blood rain fell on the earth, and there were streams slowly formed, and the gurgling streams slowly converged, and finally formed a river of blood, rushing to one place.

But it didn't take long for the river to disappear mysteriously, as if something had taken the blood from the ground.

The killing continued, because the monks of the Zixiao Hall were not dead, they were still rushing towards Yang Yibu like moths to a flame.

In Yang Yibina's ruthless killing, none of the monks of the Zixiao Hall retreated, and none of them were afraid.

Because they have become numb, after the initial shock and panic, they have known their fate, and they have died at them, but with dignity and dignity.

Retreating, they are also dead, even if one of them is lucky enough to escape Yang Yibu's clutches, but they will also die in the hands of Zixiao Palace's own people.

Because Zixiao Palace's punishment of those who escaped from the battle was severe, not only did it not allow the escapees to live, but even their relatives would be affected.

Under the dilemma that rushing forward is also death, and retreating is also death, these monks of Zixiao Hall naturally chose the former and rushed forward.

No monk would have the brains to choose to retreat and endanger their loved ones.

In the face of the numbness of the machinery, the Zixiao Hall monks who kept waving their blades towards him, Yang Yibu did not have the slightest softness at all.

He kept throwing punches one after another, and with each wave of his hand, he harvested the lives of a few dozen monks, which was not how cold-blooded and cruel Yang Yibu was.

But Yang Yibu deeply knew that being merciful to the enemy was cruelty to himself, and if he didn't kill these monks of the Zixiao Palace, they would kill themselves, this was the naked law of the jungle.

"Ah~" When Li Chunfeng's last scream passed, the sky fell silent, and none of the thousands of monks in the Zixiao Hall had died.

The dripping rain of blood was still falling, and the blood rain was getting smaller and smaller, but the whole world was filled with a thick smell of blood.

The smell of this fishy smell is disgusting, and those who have not been baptized with blood will vomit again and again once they smell it.

Yang Yibu stood quietly in the drizzly sky, he let the blood rain wet his hair and clothes, just a short time, his whole person became a blood man, just like a blood man who had just returned from the sea of blood.

Yang Yib's gaze was fixed in one direction, and whichever direction was the direction in which the blood that turned into a stream disappeared.

Vaguely, Yang Yibu felt that his bloody killing might trigger something unknown and change, but Yang Yib was not only not afraid of this unknown and change, but had an inexplicable expectation and excitement.

"Master, what's wrong with you" Seeing that the battle was over, Li Xingxing and the five of them flew over from afar, looking at Yang Yibu, who was determined to be silent, Li Xingxing couldn't help but ask worriedly.

"Oh, Xiaoxing, you're here, don't I have a weight, you go clean up the battlefield."

Yang Yibu and Li Xingxing said hello to each other, and then asked them to clean up the battlefield.

In fact, in the battle of Xiang Yang Yibu and their level, there was no need to clean up the battlefield at all, because the dead had long since lost their bones.

Some of them were just the space rings left by the monks, and after Yang Yibu killed the monks, he could easily collect their space rings.

But Yang Yibu was too troublesome to accept it, and at the same time, he also wanted to make Li Xingxing happy for them, so he kept these space rings and asked Li Xingxing to collect them.

Of course, if it was Yang Yibu alone, he would not let these space rings scatter, even if it was trouble, Yang Yibu would put them away.

"Whoa~Whoa~Whoa~" In the midst of the cheers, Li Xingxing and the others returned with a full load, and each of the five of them had hundreds of space rings in their hands.

Yang Yibu asked Li Xingxing and them to clean up the battlefield, which was really the best use of things, and it was just right, because they were influenced by Yang Yibu's idea that grasshoppers are also meat, they cleaned the battlefield to the point that they didn't even leave a single hair.

"Master, do you want to leave a few" After a burst of cheers, Li Xingxing and the five of them returned to Yang Yibu's side.

"You guys keep it, I have a lot of cautions to such a space," Yang Yibu looked at Li Xingxing and the five of them and said.

Yang Yibu didn't tell a lie, he had killed a lot of monks over the years, and Yang Yibu would definitely not let go of the monks' space rings, all of them were received by him into his own space rings.

"Master, why don't you choose a few treasures from these space rings, if you don't choose, we won't feel at ease."

Li Xingxing blinked his eyes and said to Yang Yibu flatteringly.