Time passed, and Yang Yibu's eyes were still tightly closed.

At this time, the big world in the tree hole had already undergone drastic changes, and it was not at all like the scene when Yang Yibu first entered here.

When Yang Yib first entered here, what illuminated the world was the glowing glow of a river of life that hung high in the air.

And now it is the sunset and the moon setting, the sky full of stars, everything is transforming into a regular big world, although everything is not yet mature, everything is not stable.

"Huh" Yang Yibu, who closed his eyes tightly, still closed his eyes, but the others stood up in the air.

Yang Yibu walked casually in the air, his steps seemingly irregular, but full of endless mysteries.

His hands were clenched into fists, and his fists kept slicing in the air, and at first glance they looked disorganized, like a naughty boy randomly hammering into the air.

But after watching it for a long time, some of the charm of the avenue is revealed.

One year, ten years, one hundred years......

Yang Yib closed his eyes tightly, and kept moving in the air, his fists waving endlessly.

A subtle vortex was generated on Yang Yibu's fist, and slowly the vortex grew larger and larger, and in the center of the vortex there was the sun rising and the moon setting, and everything was growing silently.

From birth to death, from extinction to life, life is endless.

"Boom ~ Boom" The earth shook, the stars and the moon trembled, Yang Yibu threw a straight punch, this punch has no complicated changes, some are just a punch, a very, very ordinary punch, just like a natural punch thrown by a village man when he fights.

But it is such an ordinary punch, but above his fist, there is a big world that is living and dying, the fist is born in the world, the fist is falling and the world is destroyed, and the destruction of the world is only in Yang Yibu's random punch.

Life and Death Boxing, this is a boxing method that fits the Great Dao, and it is also Yang Yibu's own way created in Boxing.

Yang Yibu, who had been wielding his fist for more than a hundred years, was still closing his eyes in the volley, but at this time, a sword floated out of his dantian.

Which sword is the Loose Sword, the Loose Pattern Sword hovers quietly in the air, not moving.

Time has passed, more than a hundred years have passed, and the most primitive and ancient species have begun to form in the big world in the tree hollow.

On this day, the Loose Pattern Sword, which was quietly suspended in the air, moved slightly, and then fell silent again, and soon after, golden light radiated from the sword body of the Pine Pattern Sword.

"Click~Click" The pine-grained sword shook regularly, and every time it shook, the light on the pine-grained sword changed to a color.

After shaking like this seven times, seven kinds of light appeared on the sword body of the Loose Pattern Sword, and these seven kinds of light slowly merged together, still forming a colorful light as before.

It's just that the rainbow light is made up of seven tiny circles, and within each circle there is a different world being generated.

But every world is filled with thousands of swords, sword light flying, sword aura soaring, endless killing in every world.

"Huh" closed his eyes tightly, Yang Yibu stood up from the cross-seat, and with a move of his hand, the loose sword flew into Yang Yib's hand.

With a shake of his hand, Yang Yibu stabbed out with a sword in his hand, and seven circles of light of seven colors were generated on the tip of the loose sword, and then flew into the air quickly, which speed was too slow and too slow to describe in an instant.

Seven circles of different colors flew into the air, forming a formation of the Big Dipper, and then slowly merged together to form a circle of light that resembled the pattern of the Big Dipper.

All the swords in the aperture fused with each other, and finally formed a giant sword, and the sword qi of this giant sword rushed straight up, as if it was about to shatter the heavens.

"No, blast out, blast out, this big world will be over" A muttered whisper came from Yang Yibu's mouth.

Then Yang Yibu shook the pine sword in his hand and withdrew the giant sword phantom suspended in the air.

Since this sword move will destroy a big world, I will tell you to destroy the world.

The Sword of Destruction is completed, this is the prototype of Yang Yibu's sword, and in the future, Yang Yibu will go down the road of destroying the world.

"How long has it been since I carved out my own path in this big world," Yang Yib muttered to himself.

"Master, more than five hundred years have passed," the voice of the Tianpan boy sounded in Yang Yibu's mind.

"More than 500 years, how can time be so fast? I feel that only 100 years have passed" Yang Yibu shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Refine the heart of the world of this big world, and take this big world for yourself" A bright smile climbed onto Yang Yibu's face.

Another hundred years passed, and Yang Yibu finally refined the heart of this nascent big world, and Yang Yib became the master of this big world.

"Since you found it by the Spirit Gathering Tree, I'll name it the Spirit Gathering Continent for you," Yang Yibu named his continent.

From then on, Yang Yibu was the supreme god on the Gathering Spirit Continent, and he dominated everything on the Gathering Spirit Continent and the development direction of the Gathering Spirit Continent in the future.

Because Yang Yibu is the master of the Gathering Spirit Continent, when he encounters danger, he can not only return to the Gathering Spirit Continent in an instant without warning.

At the same time, Yang Yib can also use all the power of the Gathering Spirit Continent to resist the enemy, just imagine, what kind of impact will be caused by all the forces of a big world bombarding the enemy's body, if you add Yang Yibu's own strength?

After more than five hundred years of enlightenment and more than one hundred years of refining the heart of the Gathering Spirit Continent, before he knew it, Yang Yibu's cultivation had broken through to the peak of the first level of the Yuan Infant Stage, and he was only one small step away from reaching the early stage of the second level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

"It's time to go out" Yang Yibu's mind moved, and he appeared in the place where he had just seen the worm's eye.

"Go and see what is on the top of this giant tree, and where it leads" Yang Yibu just followed the Gathering Spirit Tree at the beginning, he didn't care about the direction of the thick branches, but kept moving along the main trunk.

"What's the situation" When Yang Yib had advanced for a day, he saw a corpse that had long since turned into dry bones on top of a huge tree.

Yang Yibu came to this dry bone and carefully observed it for a while, the death time of this dry bone should be thousands of years, and he should have been a very powerful monk during his lifetime, and his cultivation was at least above the third level of the Yuan Infant Stage.

Yang Yibu could judge the color of the bones of this dry bone, and the only thing that puzzled Yang Yib was that there was no injury at all on this dry bone.

It's as if this dry skeleton was sitting here and dying for no reason.

Yang Yibu's gaze looked at the finger of the dry bone, and he found a space ring on the middle finger of the left hand of the dry bone.

Carefully, Yang Yibu took off the space ring from the middle finger of the dry bone, because the owner of the space ring had died, and the prohibition he left behind had long since dissipated, and Yang Yib's spiritual power entered the space of the space ring without hindrance.

In which space ring, Yang Yibu found all kinds of pills taken by Yuan in his infancy, as well as various heavenly and earthly treasures and weapons.

In fact, these are not what Yang Yibu must get, what Yang Yibu wants to know is the identity of this dead Yuan Infant Monk.

But to Yang Yibu's disappointment, he searched through the entire Space Ring, but he didn't find what he was looking for.

Disappointed, Yang Yibu put away the monk's space ring, and then used real fire to turn the dry bone into ashes.

The greatest sorrow of the monks is that most of them are in the wilderness after death, and few people collect the bones for them and put them into the ground, which is just an extravagant hope among the monks.

Along the main trunk of the giant tree, Yang Yib continued to move forward, and it was not long before Yang Yib found a corpse, and similarly, Yang Yib took his spatial ring and set fire to his bones.

But the higher he went, the more frightened Yang Yibu became, and on the branches, or on the wide leaves, there were more and more white bones.

In the end, almost every ten or twenty meters, Yang Yibu's will encounter a white bone, all of them, and the death time of each white bone is more than a thousand years.

"What happened to this giant tree thousands of years ago," Yang muttered.