"I wonder what else is going on with the two of you?" Yang Qing looked at the two with a smile on his face.

"That ......" The Lord of Shanyun City was hesitant, but he didn't say anything.

"Fellow Daoist, I want to ask you to do me a favor!"

Han Yi raised his head and looked at Yang Qing and said solemnly.

"I'm busy!" Yang Qing turned around and walked out.

"You haven't made it past the eighteenth layer of hell yet, have you?" Han Yi's voice came from behind.

Yang Qing stopped, turned around and walked back, and sat down again opposite Han Yi.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?"

In the past few decades, Yang Qing's cultivation has not improved at all, although he knows that he will break through the eighteenth layer of hell next, but he doesn't know where the eighteenth layer of hell is.

"You help my Dry Rain Kingdom win this land and sea discourse conference, and I will tell you how to reach the Dharma of Hell."

Han Yi's eyes were fixed on Yang Qing, he knew that Yang Qing would definitely agree.

As soon as he entered the platform just now, he probed Yang Qing and found that although his strength was strong, he did not have the breath of hell on his body.

With Yang Qing's so strong strength, if he wanted to break through the previous layers of hell, there was no problem at all, therefore, he didn't have the breath of hell on his body, there was only one explanation, he didn't know the way to reach hell at all.

"What if I stay and Long Tao comes to me for revenge? After all, you ate his son, and I won't be able to explain it at all! ”

Hearing Yang Qing's words, the Shanyun City Lord only felt a pang of stuffiness in his chest, it was too shameless, it was really shameless!

Obviously, he wants to kill the dragon and eat meat. insisted on inviting them to the table, and the result ended in his mouth. It seems that a few of them killed the dragon and ate the meat and made him carry the black cauldron.

"The conditions and requirements are here. To go, leave it to your choice! ”

"Well, I decided to stay, it's a big deal that after Long Tao comes, I'll just give you a few out."

The Shanyun City Lord felt a blackness in front of him, he really couldn't stay here anymore.

"His Royal Highness the Prince, the Sea and Land Discussion Conference is about to be held, and I still have to supervise it, so I will leave first."

"Well, there you go!" Han Yi nodded.

After the Lord of Shanyun City left. Han Yi looked at Yang Qing with a smile on his face.

"Don't know the name of Daoist Gao?"

"Yang Qing! By the way, don't you tell me the way to go to hell first, I'm afraid you won't admit it then! ”

"Yang Qing Daoyou, since you are so eager, why don't you and I make a heavenly oath? In that case, I can also safely tell you the way to reach hell. ”

Yang Qing had a sincere expression on his face, and said in a solemn tone: "It's good if you tell me the Fa directly, I will never break my word, my nickname is Loyal and Honest Xiao Langjun." ”

"Actually. My nickname is Prince Yinuo Qianjinyi. Why don't you help me do things first, and I'll definitely tell you the way to go to hell afterwards. Han Yi straightened his waist and had a little more bearing on his body.

Yang Qing rolled his eyes: "A daughter is not as valuable as a low-grade spirit stone, what's the difference between it and fart?" ”

"......" Han Yi was speechless for a while.

At last. The two still made a heavenly oath, and Han Yi also told Yang Qing about the method of reaching hell.

……

In the subspace, a golden dragon with a body length of more than 6,000 zhang was flying rapidly. With a swing of the long tail, it smashed a spatial river behind him. At the same time, the body sprang forward.

"How dare you kill my beloved son, no matter who you are. You're dead! ”

The golden dragon let out a long groan, and its speed increased again, flying quickly forward.

……

In a spacious mansion in the center of Shanyun City, Yang Qingzheng was sitting cross-legged under a big tree, his eyes seemed to be closed, as if he was outside the gods.

After making the Heavenly Dao oath with Han Yi that day, the Lord of Shanyun City arranged for Yang Qing to live in this mansion temporarily.

At this time, Yang Qing was trying to go to the first layer of hell, the tongue pulling hell.

According to the method taught by Han Yi, if you want to go to the eighteenth layer of hell, you must first visualize the hell gate in the sea of consciousness, and after the hell gate is formed, you can enter the eighteenth layer of hell through this gate.

Yang Qing's current divine consciousness is enough to pull out the mountains and surpass the sea, and it is just easy to visualize the gate of hell, and soon a gate as high as a hundred zhang will appear in Yang Qing's sea of consciousness.

The whole door is black, as if it was made of cold iron, exuding a cold and cold atmosphere, and the edge of the iron door is wrapped in copper sheets, and there is even a slight green patina on the copper sheets.

On top of the black gate, there is also a relief, which is several hideous and vicious imps, all grabbing a person, one of whom is holding a pincer to pull his tongue out.

"Tongue pulling hell, I want to see if I can really pull out my tongue."

Yang Qing's soul came out of his body, and he walked directly in front of the black gate, and with a slight push of his right hand, the seemingly heavy gate was easily pushed open.

As far as the eye can see, there is a desolate black land, and there are slightly undulating low hills in the distance.

In this hell, apart from the soul, even the True Yuan and the Dharma cannot enter, and the only thing that can be exerted is the power of the law of comprehension.

Yang Qing's soul power emanated, hooking the law of wind, and all the movements around him were reflected in his heart, and they were meticulously visible.

"There's nothing out of the ordinary here!"

Yang Qing walked forward, while guarding carefully, in this tongue-pulling hell, there are countless little ghosts, as long as they are caught, they will be torn and crushed, leaving only the tongue as a trophy.

According to Han Yi, going to hell is not to fight those little ghosts, but to find the fragments of his real name.

In each layer of hell, there will be a fragment of your real name, and after collecting eighteen fragments of your real name, you can merge into a single page with your name and life deeds.

As long as the paper is refined into the body, it is natural to become an earth immortal, and the strength has increased more than ten times, and this kind of earth immortal is called a true immortal by the monk.

Hearing Han Yi's description, a somewhat ridiculous guess rose in Yang Qing's heart, he felt that the page of Han Yi's real name was like the life and death book in the myths and legends of the earth.

It's just that the Book of Life and Death is a book, and the real name page is just a piece of paper.

"It doesn't matter what the real name page is, let's get together eighteen real name fragments."

Yang Qing could faintly feel that in the distance, there seemed to be something faintly calling him, which should be the fragment of his real name.

Yang Qing cautiously guarded against the imp that might appear at any time, and at the same time quickly moved in the direction where the real name fragment was located, but until he saw the real name fragment, he did not encounter a ghost.

"What's going on? Why have I been in tongue-pulling hell for so long, and I haven't seen a little ghost? Yang Qing looked around, his eyes full of doubt.

"Han Yi told me that there are a lot of imps in hell, and he shouldn't lie to me, if everyone went to hell like me, they would have been full of immortals. No matter, let's go out first. ”

After receiving the fragment of his real name, Yang Qing did not hesitate, and directly turned around and walked along the way he came.

What Yang Qing didn't know was that after he turned around and left, in the darkness around him, many little ghosts with hideous faces appeared, and the eyes of these little ghosts looking at Yang Qing were all full of awe.

It didn't take long for Yang Qing to return to the gate of hell, and when he glanced back at the darkness behind him, he shook his head and walked out.

Suddenly, a black light shot out of the darkness and melted directly into Yang Qing's soul.

Yang Qing felt that his soul was slightly numb, looked back, and found nothing, and carefully examined his soul, and found nothing abnormal.

The only change is that he seems to be much more familiar with this tongue-pulling hell, and he doesn't have the strangeness just now.

Yang Qing's face was a little gloomy, this uncontrollable situation made his heart a little annoyed, he walked out of the gate of hell directly, and then his soul returned to his place and opened his eyes.

The sun was shining in front of me, countless flowers were competing for beauty, competing to bloom, bees and butterflies were flying, and compared with the hellish scene of Fang Cai's tongue pulling, there was a world of difference.

"Refine this piece of real name fragment first, and then go to the second layer of hell."

Three days later, Yang Qing successfully refined this piece of true name fragment into his soul, his soul seemed to have undergone some transformation, and the laws in his body even showed signs of condensing into immortal roots.

"Yang Qing, the Sea and Land Dao Conference is about to start today, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince asked me to invite you over!"

Just when Yang Qing was about to break into the second layer of hell, Han Yi sent someone to call him.

"Well, the land and sea conference has begun? Fortunately, I just made it through the first layer of hell, and I am happy that I may be able to eat a real dragon meat feast today! ”

The location of the Sea and Land Discussion Conference was the tenth floor of the Sendai Restaurant, and those monks who had stayed on the ninth floor before were also going to participate in the Discussion Conference, but unfortunately they offended Yang Qing and were all killed by him.

"Yang Qing Daoyou, you're here!" Seeing Yang Qing coming, Han Yi hurriedly got up, but as soon as he walked in front of Yang Qing, his expression was stunned, "Have you passed the hell of pulling out your tongue?" ”

From Yang Qing's body, Han Yi could clearly feel the breath of tongue pulling hell, which was definitely a sign of breaking through the tongue pulling hell.

Although he knew that Yang Qing's strength was strong and it was not a problem to break through the previous layers of hell, Han Yi never imagined that in just a few days, Yang Qing had actually broken through the tongue-pulling hell.

Think about when I first broke into the hell of tongue pulling, under the siege and interception of many tongue pullers, I went through a lot of hardships and spent nearly a year to find the fragment of my real name.

Afterwards, he was still badly injured and recuperated for a while before recovering.

But now, it took Yang Qing a few days to break through the hell of pulling out his tongue, and not only that, he was full of energy and was not injured at all.

This is really more human than human, infuriating!

Pressing down the depression in his heart, Han Yi let Yang Qing to the side of the seat, and there were many scattered immortals wearing official robes sitting next to him, thinking that they should be the ministers of the Dry Rain Country.

Not long after Yang Qing sat down, a crisp bell came from a distance, and two big birds with a wingspan approached quickly with a dark chariot. (To be continued......)