There is a thatched house by the river, and there is a small number in front of the thatched house, and there are wine jugs and one or two wine glasses on the small ones.

There was a large seat next to the small table, and on the seat lay a lazy young man, who was a little strange.

He is like a fisherman and not a fisherman, he is like a fisherman because he has a very conspicuous fishing rod in front of him.

He said that he was not a fisherman because he had never lifted the rod in front of him from the water, and he had never caught a single fish.

The lazy young man reclined on the wide seat, motionless, in a posture that seemed to have been like a statue for millions of years.

After a good deed, he lifted his fishing rod and observed that the hook was straight and there was no bait.

In the cultivation realm, strange things are most likely to arouse the curiosity of monks.

So many monks came to watch, came and went, and the small thatched house by the river became lively, and soon it became cold again.

After watching the lively monks, they left, and one pulled out the people came, and the other pulled out left, taking away the liveliness and leaving the deserted.

Over time, many monks knew that there was such a strange young man in front of the Styx, and the monks were also talking about this young man.

As time passed, there were fewer monks who came to watch the excitement in front of the Styx, and gradually no one came for ten days and a half months.

Regardless of whether anyone came or not, this young man was still the same, as if he had seen through the hustle and bustle of the world, and waited alone for this coldness that belonged to him.

There has not been a single snow in the underworld for thousands of years, and this year there was a rare heavy snowfall, and the fluttering snow fell for three days and three nights.

The underworld was shrouded in a cold white world, and in front of the small thatched hut next to the Styx, the young man reclining on his seat did not enter the thatched hut to avoid the heavy snow that was blowing and covering the sky.

He still reclined on his seat, like a sculpture, and did not move, and in the wind and snow, he turned into an ice sculpture and was buried by the snow.

Three days later, the wind and snow stopped, and under the cold and gloomy moon, a streamer flew from the far sky, and the streamer stopped over the small thatched house.

A figure walked out of the streamer, and after a closer look, this figure was Yin Buregret, who had a conflict with Yang Yibu.

"It should be here, listen to which monk described, the person here should be Yang Yibu, who was chased and killed by the second senior brother more than a hundred years ago, escaped and disappeared."

Falling from the sky, Yin Buregret walked to the small thatched house, more than a hundred years have passed, and Yin Buregret's Taoism has improved a lot.

But he still hasn't broken through to the primordial infant stage, and he's still at the peak of the fake baby realm.

This time, in a restaurant, Yin Buregret heard the strange things of the strange young man by the Stygian River, and under his careful inquiry, the more he listened, the more he felt that this strange young man was very similar to Yang Yibu, who had long disappeared.

Originally, he wanted to tell the second senior brother Yin about it, but he felt that the matter had not been confirmed, and if he rashly told the second senior brother that it was not Yang Yibu, he was afraid of being blamed by the second senior brother.

Therefore, Yin Buregret decided to come and take a look alone, if this strange young man was Yang Yibu, it would not be too late to tell the second senior brother.

Yin Buregret didn't think about whether he could escape once he met Yang Yibu, after all, he was injured by Yang Yibu's blow back then and almost died in Huangquan.

However, after careful analysis, Yin Buregret believes that he has improved a lot in his cultivation over the past hundred years, and he should not be unable to catch Yang Yibu's blow like he did back then.

Yin Buregret didn't think about it, whether Yang Yibu's cultivation would improve over the years, and after thinking about it left and right, he felt that Yang Yibu's cultivation had little chance of improving.

Because according to the second senior brother Yin Bugo back then, Yang Yibu was seriously injured by him at that time, and then used special means to escape from Ascension.

In Yin Buregret's mind, a monk in the Jindan stage was seriously injured by a master in the Yuan Infant Stage, how to say that it would take seventy, eighty, one hundred and ten years to heal.

This is also one of the biggest reasons why Yin Buregret dared to come to Yang Yibu alone.

"Squeak" Yin Buregret stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the small thatched house, and walked in cautiously.

In the small thatched hut, there was nothing but the cold yin wind unique to the underworld that flowed slowly in the thatched hut.

"Yang Yibu is not in the room, it is impossible for him to go out with such a heavy snow" Yin Buregret muttered, turned around and walked out of the small thatched house.

Outside the door, in the thick snow, there is one place that is obviously much higher than the others, and at a glance, it looks a little abrupt.

"What is this? look" Yin Buregret, who walked out of the house, naturally saw this heaved snowdrift, and with a wave of his hand, a strong wind flew out of Yin Buregret's palm.

In the whistling wind, the snow flew, and under the flying snow, a large seat was revealed, on which lay a young man, who seemed to have turned into an ice sculpture, and a thick evil smile hung on his face.

"Yang Yibu is really you" Seeing the young man in the seat, Yin Buregret took a step back and said coldly.

The young man reclining on the seat was Yang Yibu as Yin Buregret said.

Yang Yibu, who was like an ice sculpture, did not speak, his body did not move a bit, his face still had a thick evil smile on his face, and he lay motionless on the seat.

"Get up, Yang Yibu, where are you pretending to be a ghost" Yin Buregret suppressed the fear of seeing Yang Yibu for the first time, waved his hand, took out the sword from the space ring, and pointed at Yang Yibu who was reclining on the seat with the sword in one hand.

Pointed at by Yin Buregret's sword, Yang Yibu, who was reclining on the seat, was still motionless, and the thick evil smile on his face did not change at all, as if he had really turned into an ice sculpture.

"Yang Yibu, you are still pretending to be a ghost, don't blame me for being unkind" Seeing that Yang Yibu did not have the slightest movement, Yin Buregret pointed at Yang Yibu's long sword, revealing a cold aura.

Yin Buregret was obviously very angry in his heart, he felt that this was Yang Yibu ignoring himself, because even in the heavy snow, a monk could not freeze to death, even if this monk was only a monk in the congenital stage.

But no matter how angry Yin Buregret was in his heart, Yang Yibu, who was reclining on the seat with a thick evil smile on his face, still didn't move.

"Yang Yibu, you deceive people too much, kill" In the face of Yang Yibu's indifference, Yin Buregret was angry and waved his hand.

The long sword in his hand brought up a cold sword light, and a sword slashed towards Yang Yibu, who was reclining on the seat.

Yin Buregret This seemingly angry sword, in fact, only used eighty percent of his strength, Yin Buregret couldn't see Yang Yibu's reality at this time, whether he had really become an ice sculpture, or Gu Zuo was hanging and teasing him.

Therefore, Yin Buregret did not use all his strength, his sword was just a sword to test the truth and reality.

"Sonorous" sparks, Yin Buregret's sword slashed at Yang Yibu's reclining body without hindrance.

"What's the situation" Yin Buregret's eyes widened, staring at Yang Yibu who was reclining on the seat.

Everything still did not change in the slightest, Yang Yibu, who was reclining on the seat, took Yin Buregret's sword without any resistance, the thick evil smile on his face did not weaken in the slightest, and his body did not move a bit.

"What the hell are you doing, Yang Yibu, get up and fight with me" A chill rose from Yin Buregret's heart, although Yin Buregret's sword only used his own eight success powers.

But this is the peak of the False Infant Realm's eight successful powers, even if it is a big mountain, or an asteroid under such a sword, it will be wiped out, but it is such a sword.

On the defenseless Yang Yibu, there was not even a trace left, let alone hurt Yang Yibu.

"Yang Yibu, die" In the rising cold, Yin Buregret slashed at Yang Yibu with another sword.

A huge sword light appeared in the cold sky, and the sword light covered most of the sky, this sword was the strongest sword at the peak of Yin Buregret's False Infant Realm.

Yin Buregret didn't dare to have the slightest reservation when the first sword was fruitless, he used all his strength and blasted out towards Yang Yibu, who was reclining on the seat.

This sword is enough to open mountains and destroy mountains, fall stars and shatter the moon, even if it is a small world, under such a sword, there is only one way to destroy.

When the huge sword light descended on Yang Yibu who was reclining on the seat, Yin Buregret finally breathed a sigh of relief, Yin Buregret was confident that under his sword, no matter what means Yang Yibu had, he would definitely die.