As soon as he spoke, he felt his eyes spark, and with a "whoosh", a figure appeared in front of him.

"Snow, the snow has stopped!" The yellow paparazzi, who was still sluggish, couldn't feel the snow flying on his head, so he looked up into the air.

I saw that the wind and snow had stopped for some reason.

And the wind and snow ten zhang away are still falling and unchanged.

Yi Heng's body trembled slightly, and together with the young man in the Purple Mansion, he also stood up, and his breath burst out, forcing the flying snow in a radius of ten zhang to float in all directions.

He gritted his teeth and asked with difficulty, "Do you really know?"

The yellow paparazzi only reacted to what happened at this time, and the admiration in his eyes was even stronger, and he quickly threw himself to the ground, and kept chanting in his mouth: "Master, the fairy ......." ”

The little prince already had no sweat on his body, and a cold sweat broke out in an instant, he knew that if he hadn't felt the crisis just now and opened his mouth to speak, he was afraid that he would have already died here at this time.

At this time, after the crisis, the mind was relieved for a moment, and it was immediately entangled again.

Thinking about the answer in his heart, he didn't know if what was waiting for them was still death.

"Where?" The hoarse voice pierced the eardrums of the two of them, and Yi Heng clenched his hands behind his back.

Patience is almost completely gone, and it is absolutely no problem to search for its memories with the power of his soul.

In the end, the two who became idiots will not be too painful when they are killed.

The yellow paparazzi was awakened by his voice, secretly looked up at him, and saw that his expression was hideous and terrifying, and when he saw it for the first time in his life, he immediately turned his head to look at the little prince, urging him to answer quickly.

"In, on the ground.... ”

"In what?"

"Hell!"

"Ahh

"Haha, hahaha....... ”

The yellow paparazzi showed disbelief on his face, and when the little prince saw the expressions of the two, he knew that no one would believe it, and his chest kept rising and falling.

I just want to explain, but I don't know how to explain it.

Yi Heng laughed angrily, but his miserable laughter was full of mockery.

"Hell, haha, hell...... Roar!"

With a roar, the yellow paparazzi whispered: "The wind and snow have really stopped......." ”

At the top of the mountain, the wind and snow stopped in an instant, but like the tide that was about to burst, once the embankment burst, everything would be destroyed in an instant!

"It's really in hell!" the little prince's heart was about to jump out of his chest, he stretched out his right hand, clutched his chest, and yelled.

He knew that if he didn't explain it quickly, when the tide broke the banks, it would be the time to destroy everything.

Yi Heng's wild laughter stopped abruptly, the hideous color on his face instantly froze, his eyes stared at him, and the mockery 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 even believe in myself!"

The yellow paparazzi straightened his neck and heard this, he couldn't help but wail and fell to the ground again.

"Even you don't believe it, so why do you want to say it now?" Yi Heng's voice became colder and colder.

The little prince gritted his teeth and said: "Because, because even an immortal like you has appeared, it is not impossible for hell to exist!"

The yellow paparazzi jerked his head up.

Yi Heng shook all over.

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

He whispered to himself in his heart: "Hell, hell, is there really one?", his eyes finally softened, and he asked softly, "Where is the entrance to hell?"

The little prince breathed a sigh of relief and turned his head to look west.

Yi Heng and the yellow paparazzi naturally turned their heads to look, and his faint voice came from their ears: "At the foot of Kunlun Mountain, in the Valley of Death!"

Yi Heng's body shook again, and his eyes showed a look of memory.

There are many legends about Kunlun Mountain in the previous life, it is the birthplace of the human race, and it is an excellent place to practice enlightenment.

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

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

But the strange thing is that anyone or animal who enters it will die tragically.

"Could it be that this is the entrance to hell?" he was a little unsure, but there seemed to be no other way around at this point.

"There are eighteen layers of hell, and below the eighteen layers is the bottom of hell!" The little prince's voice became gloomy, as if he came from hell, making the yellow paparazzi forget the cold brought by the cold wind, and just feel cold.

"It is rumored that the bottom of Hell is full of earth fire, and no plant can survive, except for ....... ”

"Except for what?"

Yi Heng and the yellow paparazzi asked in unison.

"Except for the Flower of Hell!" the little prince retracted his gaze and said softly, "Please accept me as an apprentice!"

Yi Heng repeatedly recited the "Hell Flower" in his heart, confirming that he had never heard of this elixir, and he was not sure if he had made it up at the moment!

"If it is true, what is the right way to take you as a disciple......? ”

"That's the rumor, I naturally don't know if it's true or not!"

Yi Heng knew in an instant, with him, how could he verify it?4E

"Okay! Time is tight, I will first open up the second pulse of Rendu for you, and then teach you the internal force to run the acupuncture points, and from then on, according to this route, the internal force will be endless, and it will never be exhausted!"

He squatted down, grabbed the right hand of the little prince, and did not hesitate to spend mana to open up his second vein.

The yellow paparazzi looked at the little prince with envy, and he didn't know that his second pulse had already been opened, but he couldn't remember how to run the internal force.

After half a cup of tea, Yi Heng jumped off the cliff with Su Demon in his arms and disappeared into the wind and snow.

"This, that's it?" The little prince ran the internal force according to the acupuncture points he had carefully taught just now, and he felt that there was a big difference in his whole body.

It's just that for a while, where can I accept such a sloppy teaching, so I stare at the direction where he disappeared in a daze!

......

"Teacher, senior brother, where are we going?" Since Yi Heng had already learned that there was a Hell Flower that could heal his dantian injuries, he naturally wouldn't be stingy with mana, so as soon as he set off with Su Demon in his arms, he entered mana to wake her up.

He flew in the wind and snow, and at the same time looked at the Su Demon who no longer had half of the charm in his arms, and said in a low voice: "The gate of hell, the bottom of hell." ”

"Hell's Gate?

"Yes, there is a Hell Flower there that can heal Dantian's injuries, you don't have to worry, with my strength, there is no one here who can threaten my life. ”

Su Demon squeezed into his arms hard, as if he didn't have any expectations for the Hell Flower, but enjoyed the warmth at this time.

"Senior brother must not be careless, in hell, there are also immortal cultivators, but they don't have aura, so they focus on soul cultivation. ”

Yi Heng was surprised and asked, "You also know that hell exists?"

"Naturally, I know that there are Xunxing and Zhongzhou Continent, but the names are different, Xunxing is called the underworld, Zhongzhou Continent is called Jiuyou, and here is called Hell. ”

Demon Su felt the warmth in his arms, and his spirit seemed to have become very good.

"The underworld, the nine shadows, the hells, is it true that when a person dies, the soul really enters it?"

"Yes, but whether it is the underworld, the Nine Shadows, or the Hell, the monks in charge are equivalent to the masters of the First Realm, and their strength cultivation can definitely suppress the First Realm, how can ordinary monks dare to enter the Hell easily?"

"Can the soul of the dead monk be found and brought back to life?"

"Theoretically, yes, but very few people do. ”

He was overjoyed, but suddenly sank and asked, "Why is that?"

"Giggles, not to mention the number of souls in hell, not to mention tens of millions? Even if you find it, how can the monks in it be taken away by you? besides, my souls will not be here after I die. ”

Su Demon chuckled, as if she was very happy, obviously she thought that Yi Heng was deeply afraid of her death and was thinking about resurrecting her.

"Not here?"

"Giggles, my soul refining technique has reached the third layer, which is equivalent to a Jindan monk, if I am here, who in hell can suppress me?"

Yi Heng's eyes instantly glowed, he was already at the fifth level, which was equivalent to the Transformation Period, no wonder the Yuanying Monk was vulnerable under the soul attack.

Demon Su was still immersed in joy and continued: "If everyone can easily take away the dead soul, then wouldn't this world be a mess?"

Where did Yi Heng know her thoughts, and immediately guessed:

"In other words, as long as you can find the soul in hell and beat the monks who sit in hell, you can also bring the soul out, right?"

"Giggles, of course you can, but at least the Starry Sky Realm is sitting in the underworld on Xun Star, I don't know how many layers there are, but it is definitely not inferior to the level of Yimen Elder!"

"Even if it is in the Nine Shadows of the Zhongzhou Continent, the people in charge are also Mahayana level monks, how can they beat it?"

Yi Heng stopped talking.

Hell is home to the most powerful monks in the area.

The only thing that sits on the island is the late stage of foundation building? Hehe, what is that?

The only one on this earth is the late stage of Jindan, but I don't know if it will be the legendary Hades?

He instantly understood, under normal circumstances, where would a monk go to hell to find souls?

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

By the time the cultivation strength is sufficient, I don't know how many years have passed, and how many friendships will be left? I'm afraid that the old feelings will have long been forgotten.

Just like my current self, for Zeng Yushu, it's just a faint nostalgia, but a little guilt.

That's the brother who fought with him!

Time always makes people forget everything, and he thought to himself, it was not that the monk was unkind, but that the time was too long.

A meditation or a retreat breakthrough will take decades or more, and by the time the cultivation becomes a breakthrough, things have already been different, and where can we remember the feelings and righteousness of the past?

He suddenly dawned on him.

I have always been thinking about Zeng Yushu.

This is just a trace of obsession in the depths of my heart, and I am afraid that after forgetting, I will condemn myself, so I forcibly walk under his name.

After the change of mood, I felt that there was a wide open space in front of me.

The Kunlun Mountains have finally arrived.

Endless mountain peaks, creeping on the earth.

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

He released his divine sense with all his might, and this time, he was not going to the highest peak of the Kunlun Mountains, not to find the place where the immortals lived, not to explore the Yuxu Palace Yuan Shi Tianzun, but to find the Valley of Death, the Gate of Hell.

Beyond the countless peaks, the valley of death appeared in the consciousness.

Located in the middle of the Kunlun Mountains, the Valley of Death is nothing more than a narrow and winding canyon when viewed from a high altitude.

But what frightened him was the white bones in the canyon, the lonely graves on the barren hills, and the corpses of animals and mortals everywhere.

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

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