In the end, Yang Yibu still didn't cramp and peel Jin Debao, because it was extremely cruel to cramp and skin the monk's Yuan Baby, and it was not allowed by heaven, so Yang Yibu just erased Jin Debao's wisdom and turned him into an idiot.

After Yang Yibu looked left and right, and saw that there were no other monks, Yang Yibu began to fly deeper into the water abyss.

This can't tolerate Yang Yibu's carelessness, the three heavy treasures he carries, no matter which one is passed on, he will be hunted down and killed to death, let alone three.

Originally, Yang Yibu planned to enter the Gathering Spirit Continent to comprehend and subdue the Thunder God Flower, but Yang Yibu gave up after thinking about it.

It's not that he doesn't want to go to enlightenment, but the conditions don't allow it, his current cultivation is still too low, and he doesn't have the conditions to comprehend and subdue the Thunder God Flower.

When Yang Yibu descended to the limit of what he could bear, he changed to parallel flight, Yang Yib did not deliberately choose a direction to fly, he just walked in one direction at random.

Yang Yib's main purpose in coming to the water abyss is not to hunt for treasures, but the most important thing is to motivate himself, although he has obtained a heavy treasure, but he still refuses to leave, he is still wandering around in this water abyss, in order to find his own opportunity, in order to achieve the purpose of breakthrough.

Two days a day, January and February, a year and two years .......

In a flash, Yang Yibu flew aimlessly in the waterfront abyss for fifty years, nominally flying, but in fact, Yang Yibu had been spending time in cultivation.

He sat cross-legged in the air, leaving only a trace of consciousness controlling himself to fly forward, and then he was immersed in the flight, and Yang Yibu had spent the past fifty years in his cultivation, and he had never woken up in between.

"Woo woo woo ......" Yang Yibu, who was in cultivation on this day, was awakened by a strange whining sound.

Yang Yibu opened his eyes, raised his head, and looked at the source of the sound.

A towering cliff greets him, and Yang Yib finds himself in front of one.

"How can there be a cliff here, have I come to the end of the waterfront abyss, but it is impossible, there has never been a monk who has reached the end of the waterfront abyss for thousands of years."

Yang Yibu muttered secretly in his heart, he looked at this cliff that was not as high as the end and was tens of thousands of miles wide.

"Woo woo woo ......" Just as Yang Yibu looked at the cliff that was so huge that it was as big as Fa Fa imagined, what kind of strange whining sound sounded again.

"Go up and have a look," Yang Yib flew from the air to the cliff.

Entering the cliff, Yang Yibu found that this piece was not only vast but also vast, larger than a big world.

Walking in this cliff world, Yang Yib's spiritual power was all transmitted and the entire cliff world was scanned.

It is a world made up entirely of solid rocks, and there is no scenery in this world except for blue-black rocks.

There was a cave in the middle of the world, and it was from the cave that Yang Yibu heard that strange cries of whining came from.

Yang Yibu withdrew the spiritual power that was released, and he began to walk towards the cave step by step, but Yang Yibu did not fly.

Because the surface temperature of this world is frighteningly high, Yang Yibu originally came out to sharpen himself, and if he flew through the air, he would lose his sharpening effect.

The temperature here is at least 10,000 degrees Celsius, and Yang Yibu walked on it, making a sound under his feet, and bursts of green smoke wafted along with the aroma of roasted meat.

Which is the green smoke and meat fragrance emitted by the high temperature on the soles of Yang Yibu's feet, although the temperature on the surface is frighteningly high, but strange.

In the air less than a meter above the surface, the temperature was surprisingly normal, as if the extremely high surface temperature had been imprisoned on the surface by someone with great mana.

In the green smoke and the smell of meat in Zizi, Yang Yibu walked step by step, slowly towards which cave in the center of the world, Yang Yib walked very slowly, every step he took was down-to-earth.

Yang Yibu only walked a few hundred meters forward, and all the flesh and blood on the soles of his feet were so scorched by the extremely high temperature that they turned into flying ashes and disappeared.

Only crystal clear white bones remained on Yang Yib's feet, and as Yang Yib continued to move forward, the white bones began to turn scorched, and finally turned into pitch-black charcoal.

Beads of sweat slid down Yang Yib's face, his face became extremely pale, the muscles on his cheeks were constantly twitching, and Yang Yib was suffering from unprecedented pain.

When Yang Yib's two soles disappeared completely, Yang Yib flew up, sat cross-legged in the air, and began to recover from his injuries.

This kind of injury was not a big injury for a monk like Yang Yibu, so it didn't take long for Yang Yibu to recover.

After recovering, Yang Yibu began to walk forward step by step in a down-to-earth manner.

Walking in this large world over and over again, a year later, Yang Yib was able to walk on the ground with ease without being burned by the temperature on the surface.

Losing the value of grinding, Yang Yibu stopped moving forward step by step, he flew easily from the air towards the center of this world.

When Yang Yibu came to the cave, he found that there was a wave of heat erupting from the mouth of the huge cave.

The temperature of the heat wave was much higher than the temperature on the surface of the earth when Yang Yib had been on the ground before, and Yang Yib slowly fell from the sky.

He slowly adjusted to the heat wave and slowly approached the hole.

When he walked a few kilometers away from the entrance of the cave, all the clothes on Yang Yibu's body turned to ashes, and the muscles of his whole body were like the dry earth for a long time, severely dehydrated, and the cracks on his body were criss-crossed.

Then the muscles dried up, the blood evaporated completely from the heat, and the broken flesh fell off piece by piece.

When Yang Yib took a few more steps forward, in silence, all the muscles in Yang Yib's body fell off and turned into dust.

A crystal white skeleton appeared in the heat wave in front of the cave, and Yang Yibu, who was only the skeleton, still walked towards the cave unrelentingly.

"Click, click~" Because he couldn't withstand the invasion of the heat wave, cracks appeared on Yang Yibu's crystal clear white bones.

"No," Yang Yibu sighed in his heart, silently took a few steps back, then sat down cross-legged, and began to meditate to recover.

After two days of cultivation and recovery, Yang Yibu's injuries were all recovered, and he began to walk towards the entrance of the cave again.

..................

When Yang Yib walked into the cave, more than a hundred years had passed since he reached the mouth of the cave, and the heat wave at the mouth of the cave could no longer threaten Yang Yib in the slightest.

Yang Yibu's body at this time was already stronger than gold steel after the baptism of thunder and lightning last time and the scorching heat wave at the mouth of the cave, even if he used the magic weapon of the ninth level peak of the Yuan Infant Stage to cut Yang Yibu, he couldn't leave a trace on his body.

"Woo woo woo ......" After Yang Yibu walked into the cave, he heard this strange whine again, and this time the whining was much louder than the previous ones.

Yang Yib followed the whining sound step by step towards the cave, Yang Yib walked very slowly, although he did not feel the danger, but he felt that this place was strange, and it was right to be careful.

"Well, what's the situation" The terrain in the cave was nine curves and eighteen bends, and when Yang Yibu turned a corner, the daunting heat wave suddenly disappeared.

Instead, there was a biting cold, and the wind here was thousands of times more biting than the yin wind of the underworld, and they had cultivated to the realm of Yang Yibu and them.

Generally speaking, they are not invaded by cold and heat, but now Yang Yibu feels that he is very cold, not only cold, but also the cold wind blows on his body, as if someone is holding a very blunt rusty knife and cutting his own flesh.

What kind of pain method, the pain is so painful that he is so frightened, with Yang Yibu's current cultivation, he can bear any kind of pain, but he can't bear the pain that the cold wind blows on him.

"Ah~" Yang Yibu let out a beastly scream, he jerked back, he wanted to get out of this cold place, go to rest and recover, and then come in, get used to the cold here.

However, Yang Yibu's steps back were blocked, and he found that his body was blocked by the rock wall, and there was no way for him to enter.

"Porphy~" After Yang Yibu's body touched the rock wall, he couldn't bear the blunt knife cutting the flesh at all, and Yang Yibu, who was in pain, suddenly fell to the ground softly.

"Ho~ho~ho~" Yang Yibu collapsed to the ground, and a muffled voice of unbearable pain came out of his throat.

Yang Yibu rolled over and over on the ground, and from time to time an unbearable sound came out of his throat, in this boundless, huge pain.

Yang Yib really wanted to let himself pass out so that he would not be in pain, but Yang Yib wanted to pass out, which was also an unrealistic idea.

Cultivating to the point where Yang Yibu and them want to be fainted by pain, how can it be more difficult than ascending to the sky.

And he won't be in a coma, not to mention, his thinking is still very clear, and it is also the abnormal clarity of this mind, Yang Yibu is even more painful.

While Yang Yibu's body kept rolling on the ground, his hands were not idle, he was constantly beating his body.

The hammer couldn't relieve the pain, and he began to scratch himself again, trying to relieve or stop this unbounded physical pain by scratching himself.

But no matter how Yang Yibu scratched it, it couldn't relieve the pain in his body, and he didn't scratch his body, which was stronger than gold and iron, or scratched a little blood.

The only thing Yang Yib could do was to make a low, human-like voice in his throat, and his mind was clear and passively bearing the boundless pain.

In this clear pain, Yang Yibu slowly became numb, and in this numbness, Yang Yibu entered a wonderful state.