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The so-called Trapped Immortal Refining Heart Array is actually the trial space established by Li Qingming in imitation of the Nine Secluded Underground Mansion.

The law of time here is independent of the outside world.

Other words. The eighteen-layer hell that Yang Jian was in at the moment was based on his own Yuan Shen Consciousness Sea. Even if he lived here for a thousand years, the outside world was only for a moment.

Therefore, even if Yang Jian died in the eighteenth layer of hell, at most, the Yuan Shen was injured, and it would not take long to recover.

However, Yang Jian, who was in the Heart Refining Array, naturally didn't know this. At this time, he was still in the process of falling, and all his mind relaxed. Because even if he is fully vigilant, he can't stop the fall, and it is better to be clear about recuperation.

It fluttered like this for about an hour, and suddenly a glimmer of light came from below.

Yang Jian's heart was shocked when he saw this, but he knew that the hell of tongue pulling was coming, so he couldn't help but tighten his heart and concentrate his energy. At the same time, his heart is also full of apprehension, what awaits him in the hell of pulling out his tongue?

"Wow!"

When he fell to the ground, there was a high splash of water, but at this time, Yang Jian knew the reason for the matter.

"This, this is actually a swamp!" Yang Jian raised his eyes and looked around, stunned in his heart.

Just when Yang Jian was secretly surprised, a voice as cold as a machine sounded from not far away: "You." Go get him up!"

"Click, click......"

With a sound of neat footsteps, two strange-looking Yin soldiers came over and scooped Yang Jian up from the swamp.

These two Yin soldiers are said to be Yin soldiers, but in fact, it is more appropriate to call them ghosts.

I saw that they were only six feet tall, and their bodies were green, and their long tongues were three feet long, and they were all drooping outside their mouths, which was terrifying.

As he approached the shore, the Yin soldier who had just spoken gradually became clear in front of Yang Jian.

This Yin Soldier looks quite similar to the Yin Soldier outside of Hell. The difference is the terrifying height. Foot close.

Picking up Yang Jian casually, the Yin soldiers led him to a huge square. With the light of the fire rushing into the square, Yang Jian had a thorough view of the situation in the square.

This square is very vast, and with Yang Jian's eyesight, he can't see the edge at all. Through the bonfires lit in the square. You can faintly see this enclosed space. There is a lightning bolt as red as blood. Swinging back and forth above the firmament.

The square, on the other hand, was filled with wooden stakes, each of which had a soul tied to it.

The long-tongued imps held a pair of cold and shining pliers in their hands, and skillfully broke open the soul's mouth. With a clamp and a pull, the tongue of about three inches was pulled to three feet.

"Ahh

The miserable hiss that made people shudder suddenly pierced the sky.

"Come, you, tie him to a stake over there, and after a hundred thousand punishments, I'll come and send him to scissors hell. Throwing Yang Jian to a long-tongued imp, this high-pitched Yin soldier turned around and left.

The little ghost nodded expressionlessly, and after fixing Yang Jian on the stake, he began the task of pulling out his tongue.

"Shhh

The iron tongs entered his mouth, and a heart-piercing pain came, and Yang Jian only felt that his head was clouded, and he almost fainted from the pain. Seeing his tongue being pulled out of his mouth little by little, Yang Jian, who had never suffered such pain, felt a chill in his heart.

However, in the end, it was the Taiyi Golden Immortal who had achieved cultivation, and such pain was not enough to shake Yang Jian's Dao heart.

Li Qingming, who escaped from Yang Jian's Yuan Shen Consciousness Sea, tilted his head and looked at Haotian for a long time, and said, "Haotian, have you ever been to the eighteenth layer of hell?"

"No!" Haotian was stunned for a moment, not understanding that Li Qingming would ask such a question, he shook his head and said, "Why did Brother Dao say this?"

"If you don't feel sad just now, then I'll ask you to take a look at Yang Jian's situation at the moment!" Li Qingming shook his head lightly, raised his big hand lightly, and a colorful mirror suddenly took off. The mirror gradually fluctuated, just showing the scene of Yang Jian's tongue being pulled out.

"This ......" has long heard of the torture in the eighteen layers of hell, how horrible and cruel it is. But after all, I never saw it with my own eyes. At this moment, seeing his own nephew being punished by this criminal law, Haotian suddenly got up, his face full of horror.

"How is it, Haotian?" Li Qingming looked at the scene in the mirror with an indifferent face, and said, "Have you changed your mind?" Actually, you just lack a reason now. As long as the reason is sufficient, releasing Yao Ji is not a problem at all!"

Haotian sat back on the throne and pinched his eyebrows with one hand.

After a while, Haotian said: "You must put it away! But if the jade is not cut, it will not be made, since this trapped immortal refining heart array is the first time that you and I discussed haode, it cannot be changed! Eighteen layers of hell, he must continue to walk!"

"Haha, okay!" Li Qingming hahadaxiao.

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As the days passed, Yang Jian suffered the pain of pulling out his tongue like this.

Finally, one day, Yang Jian's punishment of 100,000 tongue pulls finally ended, and Yang Jian became haggard.

Just as he put down the stake and landed on his feet, he found a warm current gushing out of the limbs of his body. It quickly flows to the whole body, and the weakness of the body is completely dwelled.

This familiar energy fluctuation made Yang Jian ecstatic. But before he could come to his senses and operate them, these Jade Halal Yuan disappeared without a trace.

"Damn, what's going on?" Yang Jian couldn't figure it out.

"Follow me!" At this time, the Zhang Gao Yin soldier who had carried him to this square came over, grabbed Yang Jian and ran towards the northeast.

didn't have time to think about the reason, with the surrounding firelight, Yang Jian could vaguely see that there was a pentagonal altar in the northeast corner.

The altar is three feet three inches and three minutes above the land, and it exudes five-colored brilliance, and the smooth five corners and four walls are sealed with pieces of crystal clear jade slabs. The stone slab was carved with a lot of intricate avenue runes, swimming like tadpoles, exuding a faint golden light.

"What is this?" Yang Jian, who was caught under his armpit by the Zhang Gao Yin Soldier, stared at the altar with shining eyes, vaguely understanding its purpose.

"Poof!"

The Yin Soldier jumped up and down the altar one by one, gently stepping on the yellow circle in the middle of the altar, and injecting the power of his own cathode into the altar.

In an instant, a golden immortal light rushed up on the altar, which was formed by the condensation of the Great Dao runes. These runes fused with the laws of space, directly piercing the void and connecting to the next shijie.

"Buzz!"

In just an instant, Yin Bing and Yang Jian completely disappeared on the altar.

In the apse of the Lingxiao Treasure Palace, Li Qingming pointed to the image in the mirror and said to Haotian: "Haotian, are you satisfied with your cheap nephew?"

Haotian had a bright smile on his face, and hahadaxiao said, "Haha, satisfied, so satisfied! Such a resolute cultivator is just right to be the judicial god of my heavenly court!"

Li Qingming was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and said in his heart: "After two hundred years, the road to heaven will be opened." As long as Erlang can come back alive, his merits are immeasurable, and after achieving the saint throne, how can he care about a judicial god in your little heavenly court?"

With a wave of his hand, the picture in the mirror turned again, and he saw that the Zhang Gao Yin soldier in the mirror had already taken Yang Jian to the Scissors Hell.

As soon as he recovered from the golden light, before he could adapt to the light around him, a dazzling blood shot into Yang Jian's eyes.

"Scissors hell!" Yang Jian murmured. Immediately after that, there was an empty foot, and the body fell rapidly.

This was followed by endless falls, followed by swamps after landing...... Almost the same pattern as the hell of pulling out the tongue, the same encounter, which made Yang Jian depressed beyond measure.

It's not different from the "tongue-pulling hell". In this small square as far as the eye can see, there are no longer cross stakes next to the bonfire, but stone seats as black as ink.

After tying the souls to the stone seat, the imps took a pair of large and sharp scissors, dragged the souls' hands, cut them off one by one, and then watched the severed fingers grow one by one, and then cut them off again. And so on and so forth.

You know, ten fingers connected to the heart, this kind of pain is not comparable to tongue pulling at all. The sound pierced the void and penetrated the heart and lungs with a howl of sorrow, which made people feel creepy and boundless timidity at the same time.

It was the same Zhang Gao Yin soldier who threw Yang Jian in front of a little ghost and said coldly: "Lock him on the stone seat, and after being punished 100,000 times, I will come and send him to the Iron Tree Hell." ”

Yang Jian finally enjoyed the pain of breaking his ten fingers.

After that, there is the scissors criminal law day after day, and then the Iron Tree Hell and the Mirror Hell...... Wait a minute. The eighteenth layer of hell has taken Yang Jian five thousand years.

During this period, he also thought about seeking death, but when he thought of the hope in the eyes of his father, brother and sister, and remembered the warmth of being coquettish in his mother's arms as a child, he survived it vigorously.

Not only that, with each layer of hell crossed, in addition to that unforgettable pain, Yang Jian's Yuan Shen cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds. In just five thousand years, he broke through to the quasi-saint realm. The speed of his cultivation is simply outrageous.

And above the heavenly court, Li Qingming and Haotian, who were always paying attention to Yang Jian's dynamics, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Brother Dao, your trapped immortal refining array is really powerful. Not only does the simulated eighteen-layer hell seem to be real, but it is also quite effective on the way of refining the heart!, the little brother admires!" Haotian looked at Yang Jian, who was about to complete the punishment of the sword and saw hell in the water mirror, and his face was full of emotion.

"Haotian, although this Trapped Immortal Heart Refining Array is called Heart Refining, it is not just used for Heart Refining!" Li Qingming said with a mysterious smile.

Haotian was stunned for a moment when he saw this, and said, "Why did Brother Dao say this, could it be that this Sleepy Immortal Refining Heart Array has other effects?"

"Boom!"

As he spoke, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the mirror.

"What's going on again?" Haotian stood up suddenly, looking at the mirror floating in mid-air with a shocked face. (To be continued......)