Yang Yibu walked on the cold land of the underworld, moving forward step by step.

It's been three days since he left the Raven's sphere of influence, and during those three days, Yang Yibu has seen the unchanging gray and white of the underworld, two colors that can make people go crazy.

The whimpering cold wind blew, and there were grooves in the stiff earth, which was the result of the long-term blowing of the yin wind.

"Whew" An arrogant roar woke up Yang Yibu, who was strolling in the yin wind.

"Aha, there's a human kid."

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

A lion, this lion was born with four heads, six arms, and was tall, almost two meters tall, and it was making a rattling of one hand.

Of its four heads, the one closest to the middle, saliva was dripping from its mouth.

The four lions, the cultivation is around the middle of the eighth level of the Jindan period, which Yang Yibu does not want to go out of his way to see its cultivation.

The four-headed lion cultivator is the descendant of twelve lions, and the cultivation of their clan can be seen from the number of heads, if the four lions are growing a head, its cultivation must be in the early stage of the Yuan Infant Period.

One of the four lions' heads was slightly smaller than the other three, and if its four heads were the same size, its cultivation would be the peak cultivation of the ninth level of the Jindan period.

"What's wrong with the human kid, do you want to make a move on me" Yang Yibu looked coldly at the four lions opposite, although Yang Yibu's words were cold, but his heart was happy.

An excellent grinding opponent appeared, the cultivation of the four lions was in the middle of the eighth level of the Jindan stage, and his current cultivation was in the early stage of the seventh level of the Jindan stage, such an excellent grinding opponent was too difficult to find.

"Haha, human boy, do you think this king is going to do something with you? No, no, no, this king is not going to do anything with you, but to eat you, it's been three thousand years, and this king hasn't eaten such tender human flesh for three thousand years."

The four lions' eight eyes lit up, and the four mouthfuls of saliva flowed out uncontrollably.

"King Ben is really lucky today, just casually out for a walk, I came across such a delicious snack."

The four lions are not only a foodie, but also a chatter, he doesn't care about Yang Yibu's feelings at all, and only cares about himself.

This can't be blamed on the four lions, if you want to blame him, you can only blame him for being too excited, this human kid's cultivation is pitifully weak, only in the early stage of the seventh level of the Jindan stage, and he hasn't even reached the peak.

And he is a mid-level cultivator of the eighth level of the Jindan period, which is one and a half levels higher than this human kid, one and a half layers, how can it be a world of difference.

The most gratifying thing is that this human boy has fine skin and tender meat, and at first glance it is the one with good color and flavor.

"You will definitely be able to eat me, aren't you afraid that I will break your front teeth" Yang Yibu saw that the four lions were only talking to themselves, only drooling, and forgetting their feelings, so he spoke out in annoyance.

"Don't be afraid, as long as I can eat your flesh, drink your blood, and gnaw your bones, don't say that you just shatter my front teeth, even if you break my entire mouthful of teeth, I am willing." The four lions stretched out the backs of their hands, constantly rubbing their saliva that flowed like a small river.

"Since you're going to eat me, why don't you hurry up and do it, you're not afraid of me running away" Yang Yibu stared at the four lions with cold eyes, if the eyes could kill, the bodies of the four lions would have been shot into a sieve by Yang Yibu's gaze.

"Don't be in a hurry, human boy, you can't run, I just haven't figured out what kind of delicious it is to cook you, steam you, and fry you."

The four lions are in a hurry to catch Yang Yibu, but they are thinking about how to eat to be delicious, this is the world of foodies, Yang Yibu will not understand.

"Four lions, you don't fucking do it, Lao Tzu doesn't serve anymore, you go back and prepare the green onions, ginger and garlic are coming to Lao Tzu, and you have never thought that the cold salad will be more delicious."

Yang Yibu has an urge to commit suicide, these four lions are not brain-dead, if you want to say that the brain is not brain-dead, it has four heads, it is understandable that it is crippled, and it should be impossible if all four are crippled.

"That's right, human boy, the cold salad is also very delicious, and it saves trouble, just chop you into meat sauce, good idea, good idea, thank you human boy."

As if they had received some beautiful idea, the four lions kept nodding their heads to Yang Yibu in thanks.

"Damn, did I just come to the underworld and hit a ghost, today I really met four brain-dead people with crippled heads."

Yang Yibu really wanted to look up to the sky and shouted, I don't want to, I don't want to meet the brainless.

"Human boy, what is your expression, are you angry, good, don't be angry, human flesh will become sour when you are angry, and it will not taste good when it becomes sour."

The four lions looked at Yang Yib's aggrieved appearance and hurriedly persuaded Yang Yibu.

"Damn, is this brain wrecked contagious, its four heads are crippled, mine is not crippled, it doesn't do it, can't I do it first."

After a long time, Yang Yibu remembered that he could do it first, and he didn't have to wait for the four lions to do it first.

A loud slap instantly hit one of the four lions' big heads, and half of the four lions' faces instantly became red and swollen.

Yang Yibu, who figured out the joints, was not fighting with the four lions, he was afraid that he would fight too much with the four lions, and he would become brainless, so he did not hesitate to launch the shadowless.

"Mom, which miscellaneous hair hit this king, get out of here" The four lions that were thinking about whether to steam or braise Yang Yibu looked around with half of their red and swollen faces, and it wanted to find out the person who beat it and tear him to pieces.

As the saying goes, hitting people doesn't slap them in the face, why the fuck are you a slap in the face, isn't this bullying a lion?

"Four lions, you miscellaneous hair, your slap was made by Lao Tzu" Yang Yibu couldn't help but say when he saw the four lions looking for the person who slapped him left and right.

"Human boy, you can slap this king even if you break your cultivation, which is impossible, I know, you say this to make me do it quickly, do you can't wait for me to eat you?"

The four lions didn't believe that they had slapped Yang Yibu at all, and in its eyes, Yang Yibu's cultivation was pitifully low, and it was impossible to slap him.

"Four lions, don't you believe which one of the slaps was made by Uncle Ben? Okay, in order to prove it to you, Uncle Ben is wronged once and is slapping you in the face."

In the face of the four lions' statement, Yang Yib was speechless, so in order to prove that it was his own hand, Yang Yib had to slap the four lions.

As soon as Yang Yibu's words fell, Wu Ying started again, and another big ear bracket hit the other half of the faces of the four lions, and this time the sound was more brittle and louder than the last time.

With another slap sounded, a clear five-finger print appeared on the other half of the four lions' faces, and half of its faces rose rapidly, forming two symmetrical peaks with the other side of their faces.

"Four lions, believe it now, your slap is really my slap."

Yang Yibu looked at the four lions with bewildered faces and swore solemnly.

"I don't believe it, human boy, I still don't believe it, you didn't do it at all, my eight eyes are staring at you tightly, you haven't moved it at all."

The four lions stared at Yang Yib with eight eyes and said, killing it, it didn't believe that Yang Yib slapped it.

"Why don't you believe me, four lions, it's really me who slapped you, let the horse come over and fight with me."

Yang Yibu almost cried, what the fuck is this, is the four lions really brainless or stupid.

"Well, four lions, you unleash all your mental power and look at me, and then I slow down and slap you in the face, so that you will believe that I slapped you."

In desperation, Yang Yibu had no choice but to be a fool himself, and began to teach the four lions how to find out that the slap was made by himself.