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(ps: First update today!)
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The so-called Sleeping Immortal Heart Refining Formation is actually a trial space built by Li Qingming modeled after Jiuyou Underworld.
The laws of time here are independent from the outside world.
In other words, the eighteen levels of hell that Yang Jian is currently in exist based on his own soul consciousness sea. Even if he lives here for thousands of years, the outside world will only last for a moment.
Therefore, even if Yang Jian died in the eighteenth level of hell, at most his soul was injured and it would not take long for him to recover.
However, Yang Jian, who was in the heart refining formation, naturally did not know this. At this time, he was still in the process of falling, and all his mind was relaxed. Because even if he was fully alert, he could not stop the fall, so he might as well conserve his energy.
Sharply clear.
It drifted down like this for about an hour, and suddenly a ray of light came from below.
Yang Jian was shocked when he saw this, but he knew that the Tongue Pulling Hell was coming soon. He couldn't help but tighten his heart and concentrate his energy. At the same time, he was also filled with anxiety. What on earth was waiting for him in the Tongue Pulling Hell?
"Wow!"
When he landed on the ground, a high splash of water arose. At this time, Yang Jian knew the cause of the matter.
"This, this is actually a swamp!" Yang Jian looked around and was shocked.
Just as Yang Jian was secretly surprised, a voice as cold as a machine sounded from not far away: "You guys, go and arrest him!"
"Pap, tap..."
Following a burst of neat footsteps, two strange-looking Yin soldiers came over and fished Yang Jian out of the swamp.
These two Yin soldiers are said to be Yin soldiers, but in fact they are more appropriately called little ghosts.
I saw that they were only six feet tall, and their bodies were all green. Their long tongues were as long as three feet long, all hanging out of their mouths. It was a creepy sight.
As he approached the shore, the Yin soldier who had just spoken gradually became clearer in front of Yang Jian.
This Yin soldier looks quite similar to the Yin soldier outside hell. The only difference is his terrifying height, which is nearly ten feet.
Picking up Yang Jian casually, Yin Bing took him to a huge square. With the light of the sky rising from the square, Yang Jian had a clear view of the square.
The square is so vast that with Yang Jian's eyesight, he can't even see the edges. Through the bonfires lit in the square, he can faintly see that in this enclosed space, there are streaks of red lightning that are as red as blood, running back and forth in the sky.
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But the square was filled with wooden stakes, and each wooden stake had a soul tied to it.
Each of the long-tongued brats held a pair of gleaming pliers in their hands, and skillfully opened the soul's mouth. With one pull of the pliers, the three-inch tongue was suddenly stretched to three feet.
"ah!"
The tragic screams that made people shudder suddenly cut through the sky.
"You, come here! Tie him to the stake over there. After being tortured a hundred thousand times, I will come and send him to the hell of scissors." He casually threw Yang Jian to a long-tongued kid, and the yin soldier who was about 10 feet tall turned around.
Just leave.
The kid nodded expressionlessly, fixed Yang Jian on the stake, and began the task of pulling out his tongue.
"hiss!"
The iron pliers entered his mouth, and a heart-breaking pain came. Yang Jian felt his head was blurred, and he almost fainted from the pain. Seeing his tongue being pulled out of his mouth bit by bit, Yang Jian had never experienced such pain before.
It's a chill in my heart.
But after all, he was Taiyi Jinxian who was successful in cultivating Taoism. Such pain was not enough to shake Yang Jian's Taoist heart.
Li Qingming, who escaped from Yang Jian's soul consciousness sea, tilted his head and looked at Haotian for a long time, and said: "Haotian, have you ever been to the eighteenth level of hell?"
"No!" Haotian was stunned. He didn't understand that Li Qingming would ask such a question. He shook his head and said, "Why did Brother Dao say this?"
"Just now you said you are not sad, then I will ask you to take a look at Yang Jian's current situation!" Li Qingming shook his head lightly, raised his hand lightly, and a colorful mirror suddenly rose into the sky. The mirror surface gradually began to fluctuate, just showing Yang Jian's quilt.
The tongue-pulling scene.
"This..." Although he has long heard how horrific and cruel the torture in the Eighteenth Level Hell is, he has never witnessed it with his own eyes. At this moment, seeing his own nephew being subjected to this punishment, Haotian stood up suddenly, his face filled with tears.
of fear.
"How is it, Haotian?" Li Qingming looked at the scene in the mirror indifferently and said, "Have you changed your mind? In fact, you just lack a reason now. As long as the reason is sufficient, releasing Yao Ji is not a problem at all.
question!"
Haotian sat back on the throne and pinched his eyebrows with one hand.
After a long while, Haotian said: "It must be released! But jade cannot be used until it is polished. Since this trapped immortal heart refining formation was agreed upon by you and me, it cannot be changed! He must continue to go through the eighteen levels of hell.
Go on!"
"Hahaha, okay!" Li Qingming laughed.
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As the days passed, Yang Jian endured the pain of pulling out his tongue.
Finally one day, Yang Jian's punishment of pulling out his tongue one hundred thousand times finally ended, and Yang Jian became haggard.
Just when he put down the wooden stake and put his feet on the ground, he unexpectedly discovered a warm current gushing out from his body's limbs. It quickly flowed to the whole body, eliminating all the weakness in his body.
This familiar energy fluctuation made Yang Jian ecstatic. But before he could calm down and move them around, these jade pure essences disappeared without a trace.
"Damn it, what's going on?" Yang Jian was puzzled.
"Follow me!" At this time, Zhang Gao Yin Bing, who had carried him to the square earlier, came over, grabbed Yang Jian without any explanation and ran towards the northeast.
There was no time to think about the reason. With the firelight around him, Yang Jian could vaguely see a pentagonal altar in the northeast corner.
The altar is three feet and three inches above the ground. It exudes five-color brilliance. The smooth five-cornered walls are sealed with pieces of crystal clear jade slabs. Many complicated avenue runes are carved on the slabs.
They were swimming like tadpoles, emitting a faint golden light.
"What is this?" Yang Jian, who was pinched under his arm by the taller Yin soldiers, stared at the altar with shining eyes, vaguely understanding its purpose.
"Plop!"
The Yin Soldier jumped up onto the altar, gently stepped on the yellow light circle in the center of the altar, and injected his cathode power into the altar.
In an instant, a golden fairy light burst out from the altar, which was formed by the condensed runes of the avenue. These runes blended with the laws of space, directly penetrated the void, and connected to the next world.
"Buzz!"
In just an instant, Yin Bing and Yang Jian completely disappeared from the altar.
In the back hall of Lingxiao 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 laughed loudly: "Hahaha, satisfied, so satisfied! Such a determined ascetic is just the right person to be the judicial god of my heaven!"
Li Qingming was stunned for a moment, then laughed, and thought to himself: "Two hundred years later, the road to heaven will be opened. As long as Erlang can come back alive, his merits will be immeasurable. After achieving the status of a saint, how can he care about a statue in your little heaven?"
Justice God?"
After waving his hand, the picture in the mirror turned again, and he saw that the tall Yin Bing in the mirror had brought Yang Jian to the scissor hell.
Just as he recovered from the golden light, before he had time to adapt to the surrounding light, a dazzling light of blood shot into Yang Jian's eyes.
"Scissors hell!" Yang Jian murmured. Then his feet were in the air and his body dropped rapidly.
Then there was an endless fall, and after landing there was a swamp... almost the same pattern as the tongue-pulling hell, the same encounter, which made Yang Jian even more depressed.
What is different from the "Tongue Pulling Hell" is that in this endless small square, next to the bonfire are no longer cross stakes, but stone seats as dark as ink.
After tying the souls to the stone pedestal, the little ghosts took a pair of huge and sharp scissors, grabbed the souls' hands, cut them off one by one, and then looked at the broken fingers one by one.
After the roots have grown, cut them off again. This cycle continues forever.
You must know that the pain of connecting the fingers to the heart is simply not comparable to pulling out the tongue. The mournful screams that pierce the void and penetrate the heart and lungs make people feel horrified and at the same time feel boundless timidity.
The same tall Yin soldier threw Yang Jian in front of a kid and said coldly: "Lock him to a stone seat. After being tortured a hundred thousand times, I will come and send him to the Iron Tree Hell."
Yang Jian finally enjoyed the pain of having all his fingers broken.
After that, there was the scissor punishment day after day, and then the Iron Tree Hell, the Evil Mirror Hell, etc. It took Yang Jian five thousand years to go through the eighteen levels of hell.
During this period, he also thought about seeking death, but thinking of the hope in the eyes of his father, brother, and sisters, and the warmth of his childhood when he acted coquettishly in his mother's arms, he managed to survive.
Not only that, with each level of hell he crossed, in addition to the unforgettable pain, Yang Jian's spiritual cultivation also improved by leaps and bounds. In just five thousand years, he broke through to the realm of quasi-sage. His cultivation was so rapid,
It's almost mind-bogglingly fast.
And above the heaven, Li Qingming and Haotian, who were always paying attention to Yang Jian's movements, finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Brother Dao, your trapped immortal heart refining array is really powerful. Not only does the simulated eighteen levels of hell seem real, but it is also very effective in refining the heart! I admire you!" Haotian looked at the water mirror.
Yang Jian, who was about to complete the punishment of being cut into hell, had a face full of emotion.
"Haotian, although this trapped immortal heart refining array is called heart refining, it is not just used for refining the heart!" Li Qingming said with a mysterious smile.
Haotian was stunned when he saw this, and said: "Brother Dao, why did you say this? Could it be that this trapped immortal heart refining array has other effects?"
"Boom!"
Just as he said this, a deafening explosion suddenly came from the mirror.
"What happened again?" Haotian suddenly stood up and looked at the mirror floating in mid-air with a horrified face. (To be continued...)