Chapter 693

As soon as he spoke, he felt that his eyes were dazzled, and a figure appeared in front of him.

"Snow, snow has stopped!" The Yellow paparazzi, who was still in a daze, could not feel the snow on his head, so he looked up into the air.

The wind and snow had stopped for some reason.

But the wind and snow ten Zhang away is still falling.

Yi Heng's body trembled slightly, and the youth in the purple mansion also stood up, and his whole body breath burst out, forcing the flying snow to drift around.

He bit his teeth and asked, "do you really know? Where is it? "

At this time, Huang paparazzi reflected what had happened, and his adoration in his eyes was even more intense. He rushed to the ground and kept reading: "master, immortal..."

He knew that if he had not felt the crisis just now, he would have died here.

At this time, after the crisis, the mind relaxed, and immediately corrected.

Thinking of the answer in his heart, he didn't know whether death was still waiting for them.

"Where?" The low mute voice stabbed into the eardrum of two people, Yi Heng holds his hands tightly behind his back.

Patience has almost completely disappeared, and it is absolutely no problem to search for its memory with the power of one's own soul.

Finally, when the two become idiots, they will not suffer too much when they are killed.

Huang Gouzi was awakened by his voice. He secretly looked up at him and saw the ferocity of his expression. For the first time in his life, he immediately turned his head to look at the little prince and urged him to answer quickly.

"Yes, on the ground..."

"In the first place?"

"Earth, hell!"

"Ah

"Ha ha, ha ha..."

Huang paparazzi's face showed an incredible color. Seeing their expressions, the little prince knew that no one would believe it, and his chest was constantly fluctuating.

Just want to explain, but do not know how to explain.

Yi Heng is very angry and laughs, but the laughter is full of irony.

"Hell, ha ha, hell... Roar!"

A burst roar, Huang paparazzi whispered: "the wind and snow really stopped..."

At the top of the mountain, the wind and snow stop instantly, but like the tide that is about to burst, once the dike breaks, everything will be destroyed instantly!

"Really in hell!" The little prince's heart was about to jump out of his chest. He stretched out his right hand and covered his chest with death. He roared.

He knew that if he didn't explain it quickly, when the tide burst, it was the time to destroy everything.

The sound of Yi Heng's wild laughter suddenly stopped, and the ferocious color on his face solidified instantly. His eyes were staring at him, and the irony in his eyes was very obvious.

"This is a rumor I heard when I was walking in the Central Plains nine years ago."

"Why don't you say it below?"

"Because I don't believe it myself!"

The Yellow paparazzi straightened his neck and heard this, but he cried out and fell to the ground again.

"If you don't believe it, why do you say it now?" Yi Heng's voice is getting colder and colder.

The little prince bit his teeth and said, "because even gods like you have appeared, it's not impossible to have hell!"

The yellow dog looks up.

Yi Heng vibrates all over.

In an instant, the snow fell on the top of the mountain, and the cold wind was whistling, as usual.

He asked himself in a low voice: "hell, hell, is it true?" "Where is the entrance to hell?" he asked softly

The little prince was a little relieved and turned to the West.

Yi Heng and Huang Gouzi naturally turn their heads and look, and his faint voice comes from his ears: "at the foot of Kunlun Mountain, in the valley of death!"

Yi Heng's body shakes again, and his eyes show the color of memory.

There are many legends about Kunlun Mountain in the past life. It is the birthplace of human race and the best place to practice and understand Taoism.

It is said that there are immortals living on Kunlun Mountain, but there is a valley of death at the foot of the mountain.

In the valley of death, the scenery is beautiful and the seasons are like spring.

But it is strange that all the people or animals who enter will die miserably among them.

"Is that the entrance to hell?" He was not sure, but there seemed to be no other way.

"There are 18 levels in hell, and the bottom of hell is below the 18 levels!" The little prince's voice became gloomy, as if from hell, so that Huang paparazzi forget the cold wind brought by the cold, just feel cold heart.

"It is said that the bottom of hell is full of ground fire, and no plant can survive except..."

"Except what?"

Yi Heng and Huang Gouzi asked in unison.

"Except the flowers of hell!" The little prince withdrew his eyes and said softly, "please accept me as a disciple."

Yi Heng read "the flower of hell" repeatedly in his heart, confirming that he had never heard of this miraculous medicine, and he was not sure whether he made it up at the moment!

"If it's true, what's the point of accepting you as an apprentice? But... ""That's the story. I don't know whether it's true or not."

Yi Heng knew it in an instant. How could he verify it?

"Good! Time is tight. I'll first open up the two channels of Ren and Du for you, and then teach you how to run acupoints with internal power. From now on, the internal power will continue to grow and never be exhausted! "

He squatted down and grasped the right hand of xiaowangye. He did not hesitate to spend his mana to get through his two vessels.

Huang paparazzi looks at the little prince with admiration. He doesn't know how to run his internal power.

After half a cup of tea, Yi Heng jumps off the cliff with Su demon and disappears in the snow.

"Well, that's all?" Xiaowangye runs his internal power according to the acupoints he taught carefully just now, and he feels that there is a big difference in his whole body.

Just for a time, where can accept such a rash teaching, so staring at the direction of his disappearance in a daze!

……

"Master, elder martial brother, where are we going Yi Heng has already learned that there is a flower of hell that can cure the wound of Dantian. Naturally, he won't be stingy with mana. As soon as he starts with Su demon, he inputs his mana to wake her up.

He flew in the wind and snow, while pitifully looking at the Su demon, who was no longer half clever and charming in his arms, whispered: "the gate of hell, the bottom of hell."

"The gate of hell? The bottom of hell? "

"Yes, there are flowers of hell there that can cure the wound of Dantian. You don't have to worry. With my strength, no one here can threaten my life."

Su demon forced his arms to squeeze, seems to have no expectations for the flowers of hell, but rather enjoy the warmth at this time.

"Elder martial brother, don't be careless. There are also immortal practitioners in hell, but they don't have aura, so they focus on cultivating souls."

Yi Heng was surprised and asked, "do you know that hell exists?"

"Naturally, we know that there are on Xun, and there are also on Zhongzhou, but they are called by different names. On Xun, it is called the underworld, on the mainland of Zhongzhou it is called Jiuyou, and here it is called hell."

Su demon felt the warmth in his arms, and his spirit seemed to be very good.

"Underworld, nine hell, hell? Is it true that the soul enters into the dead

"Yes, but whether it's the underworld, Jiuyou, or hell, the monks who sit in the town are equal to the masters of one world. In fact, the cultivation of strength can definitely suppress one realm. How dare ordinary monks dare to enter the hell easily

"Can you find the soul of the dead Friar and be reborn?"

"In theory, yes, but very few people do it."

He was pleased, but then sank again and asked, "why is this?"

"Cluck, not to mention the number of souls in hell, more than ten million? Even if you find them, how can you take them away? Besides, my soul will not be here after I die. "

Su demon chuckled, as if she was very happy. Obviously she thought that Yi Heng was afraid of her death and wanted to revive her.

"Not here?"

"Cluck, my soul refining formula has reached three levels, which is equivalent to the golden elixir. If it is here, who can suppress me in hell?"

Yi Heng's eyes shine in an instant. He has five layers, which is equivalent to the period of transforming God. No wonder monk Yuanying is vulnerable to the attack of soul.

Su demon was still immersed in joy, and continued: "if everyone can easily take away the dead soul, then this world is not a mess?"

Yi Heng didn't know what she thought, and immediately guessed:

"that is to say, as long as you can find a soul in hell and beat a monk sitting in hell, you can bring your soul out, right?"

"Cluck, of course you can, but the one who controls the underworld on Xun star is at least the starry sky. I don't know how many layers it is, but it's no less than the level of Yi men elder!"

"Even in the nine secluded regions of the mainland of Zhongzhou, the monks of the Mahayana level are sitting in charge. How can they fight?"

Yi Heng stopped talking.

Hell is the most powerful local monk.

The only town on that island is the late foundation period? Hehe, what is that?

The only thing that dominates the earth is the later period of the golden elixir? I don't know if it's the legendary Yama?

He suddenly realized that, under normal circumstances, where would a monk go to hell to find his soul?

When the friendship is strong, when the old love is unforgettable, the cultivation is low and dare not go at all.

When the cultivation strength is enough, I don't know how many years have passed, and how much more friendship will remain? I'm afraid the old love has long been forgotten.

Just like myself now, for Zeng Yushu, it's just a touch of nostalgia, but it's just a little guilty.

That's a brother who fought with himself!

Time, always let people forget everything, he thought in his heart, not friars sentimental, but too long time.

A meditation, a breakthrough in seclusion, will take decades or even more time. When the breakthrough of cultivation is made, things have already changed. How can we remember the feelings of those days?

He was suddenly enlightened.All along, I always remember Zeng Yushu.

It's just a little bit of obsession in my heart. I'm afraid that after forgetting, I will condemn myself, so I force myself to walk with his name.

After the change of mood, I feel that my eyes are open.

Kunlun Mountains, finally.

The boundless mountain, crawling on the earth.

Snow piled up on the top of the mountain, like a snow-white hat on the top of the mountain.

This time, he went not to the highest peak of Kunlun Mountains, not to find the place where immortals lived, not to explore the original heaven of yuxu palace, but to find the valley of death and the gate of hell.

Beyond countless peaks, the valley of death appears in divine consciousness.

The death valley, located in the middle of Kunlun Mountains, is just a narrow winding gorge from a high altitude.

However, he was shocked by the white bones, barren hills and solitary graves in the canyon, as well as the bodies of animals and mortals everywhere.

But today's strength, even monks are not afraid, and how can they be afraid of some corpses?

He hugged the soft and delicate body in his arms, and his mind moved, and the whole person fell down towards the canyon.